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sanspuppet · 6 months

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Sooo! I’ve been obsessed with how low Mingis voice got for the Bouncy stage at the TMA. So I’ve been thinks a lot abou this scenario:

- reader is part of Eden’s team, is always on the studio, and is friendly with Ateez.

- She has the biggest crush on Mingi, but never really acted on it, choosing to keep things professional. She was very good at hiding, but she would get flustered every time his voice went low.

- It’s the day Ateez is prerecording audios for the TMA, and Mingi just dropped the lowest “slow it down make it bouncy”, and obviously her brain just started malfunctioning.

- She though no one noticed, but Mingi did, since he was staring straight at her when recording. And he couldn’t wait to make late nights at the studio far more interesting.

That’s as far as I got. Obviously dirty ass smut.

Hope you like the idea, it’s been living rent-free on my mind 🥵

THIS GIRL IS SO DAMN RELATABLE like- i almost fainted hearing his voice, i wasn't expecting that to be so freakin low 😩 anyways- i love the idea so here you go! hope you enjoy

𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI)

PAIRING: dom!Mingi x sub!afab!reader

W/T: unprotected sex, spanking

Thoughts were getting pretty hard to control everytime you'd have to record Ateez new bangs, obviously you couldn't do anything about it, if not just staring at Mingi when he was about to sing his future iconic line. But, if you wanted to keep that job to yourself, you'd better be professional, that's why you've always tried to avoid how your body reacted hearing his low, raspy, and damn sexy voice. After every record, the only thing that was in your mind, was Mingi, his expressions while singing, how is Adam's apple moved when he drank water, or even how sweaty and tired he was when you'd have some time to watch the members do dance practice.

You were sitting in front of the recording stuff, ready (maybe not so ready) to prerecord the performance that Ateez would do the next week. You were turning on the microphone, when the members entered the studio, waving hands and bowing at the all of you. Your heart fluttered as you saw Mingi smirking at you, with that confidence that always made you almost fell on your knees, and instantly melt. The recording took a few hours, and coincidentally, Mingi was the last one. You forced yourself not to distract from your work, while hearing him singing. You were doing a great job about it, until you heard the lowest tone Mingi would ever get: "Slow it down, make it bouncy jigeum butteo fly" he singed, staring at you, making you already panick inside. Your mind completely stopped for a few seconds, and tried to recover from the sexiest thing you'd ever heard. You turned your head, looking at Eden, hoping that he didn't noticed your reaction, and fortunately, he didn't, being too focused on his work. You let out a deep sigh once Mingi got out of the recording studio, and sat on the little couch, next to Yunho.

"Good work, y'all. See you tomorrow." Eden complimented the members, and opened the door to let them go. Technically, your work was now done, and you could just go back home. But the temptation of seeing Mingi a little more, forced you to stay. You got out the studio and went to the nearest coffee machine. You were about to drink your iced americano when you heard that unmistakable voice, and saw the figure of 8 men walking by. You almost choked yourself when you findend Mingi passing next to you, smiling. You waited to finish your drink, before heading towards the dance practice room. You positioned youself in front of the small square of glass on the door, so you could see the members. They were all coordinated and extremely good, but no need to deny, that only Mingi got your total attention. It was about 40 minutes that you were staring at them through the door, when you heard your phone ringing. In less than 1 minute that you were checking your new messages, you heard the door opening, and a tall man looking down at you.

"O-oh s-sorry" you stuttered, not capable to defend the reason you were standing right there.

"Hi, was it good my record today?" Mingi smirked again, approaching you.

"Y-yeah..."

He nodded: "I noticed that you particularly liked it" he winked at you, and then headed towards the bathroom. Once he got back, all the members were ready to left and return to their dorms, expect Mingi:

"Don't worry guys, i'll took a shower here and go back at the dorm later." he said to them, after they left the practice room. Despite you were expecting him take all of his stuff and return into the bathroom to wash himself, he just stood up in front of you. You were about to say something, but before you could, Mingi suddenly got closer and kissed the corner of you lips.

"We both know what we want, right princess?" you moved your sight down your shoes, too embarrassed to even look at him. In fact, what you really wanted was him to pin you against the wall and fuck you already, was it what he wanted, too?

"Wanna see a performance?" he grabbed your waist, and leaned for a kiss, sucking the sensitive skin of your neck. You positioned your palms on his chest, hesitant to push him away: you knew that he shouldn't do that, but something in you obviously wanted him to keep going:

"Song Mingi- we can't-"

"Fuck it, i can't wait to feel you."

"F-feel me?"

"Enter the practice room, now."

"B-but-"

"You really shouldn't disobey me, baby."

You nodded, heading inside the dance studio. You sat down on the small couch in the corner of the room, your heart was beating so loudly and quickly that you thought he could hear it. You looked at Mingi, who was closing the door behind him. Once he was standing in front of you, he caressed your chin with his thumb, smirking. "Just like that, look at me" His voice seemed getting deeper deeper everytime he spoke to you, which it drove you crazy, you didn't even realized what was going on, that Mingi hooked up his t-shirt, flexing his abs, leaning for more kisses, his hands were dragging down on your sides, on your thights, and again at your neck, while his lips were trying to taste every inch of your skin. Small, low whines were escaping from his mouth sometimes, making it difficult to resist your neediness, you just wanted him to undress you and ruin your throbbing pussy, right there. You murmured: "Please- i need it, please do it Mingi..." he stared at you, then he dragged down his sight, till your tight skirt. "Tell me princess, what do you want?" You groaned, frustrated and embarrassed, but mostly because you were horny: "Come on Mingi, just fuck me if that's what you want, i can't take no more if you don't touch me already down there." he chuckled, and immediately dragged his hands on the zipper of you skirt. "I see... you're so impatient baby..." after that, without saying anything, he took your skirt off, leaving on only your panties. He moved his eyes on your face: "Can i strip you completely?" you nodded impatiently, biting your lower lip to help you calm down. In less than a minute, the both of you were naked. You were staring at his dick so desperately, he wasn't moving, too fucked out from the sight of your bare body, needless to say that he was definitely hard. Seeing him immobilized, you suddenly turned yourself on your hands and knees, and rubbed your ass against his waist.

"So? What are you waiting for? Get yourself in." you giggled, as you saw him waking up from his moment of trance. "No condoms?" he asked you. "No, i want you to fill me up- ah! f-fuck" you didn't even finished talking that he shoved his cock inside your folds, letting out a desperate moan, for your warmth and wetness. He waited a few seconds to get used from that feeling, and started to pound slowly, but deeply. The pleasure was now taking the control of the both of you, you couldn't help but be surprised about how is dick fitted you perfectly, every thrust reached your g-spot just in the right way. "P-please Mingi... faster" he gronaed a couple times, and sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin was echoing inside the dance room, the squelching of your wetness was perfectly audible, which it made you even hornier. Moans were continuously escaping from your mouth, especially when Mingi, seeing your ass slapping against his balls, wanted to spank it, leaving red bruises on its cheeks. The more he pounded you, the more you were reaching your orgasm, you could feel that he was also getting near to his climax by his sloppy and tired thrusts, you swear you could just cum from hearing his fucked out moans and whines, when the feeling of your walls clenching around his length tensified. "Fuck princess- im so close" his hands gripped your ass, pressing it against his waist, as he pounded as fast as he could, to finally reach his orgasm. The suddenly feeling of his rough thrust, instantly made you come. You both were a mess, sweat falling down your forehead, your skin red from the spanking, ropes of cum escaping from his cock, when he pulled out and stroked it slightly with his hand, painting your ass. You both layed on the couch, to gather yourself from your high. After you took your breath again, Mingi caressed your thight:

"Give me your number, babe."

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PLUS if someone wants to, here's the link for a Mingi smut audio from @myloveforyunho that got me rolling on the floor fr 😩

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ezras--moon · 11 months

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hi babe 🍑

So, I was wondering if you’d write something like that:

Javi P is a usual in most whorehouses of Bogotá, he knows his preferences and has favorite girls. This night something changes because his favorite place has a new girl. She’s young and inexperienced, and no one actually wants to pay for her, but when he sees her he can’t stop himself from booking her for a whole night.

NSFW preferences: dom/sub dynamics, size kink, innocence kink, age gap (Javi in his 40s, reader in her 20s?), dirty talking (as much as possible 🥵), if you could squeeze in some degradation kink I’d be on my knees for you

Anyways, feel free to twist it how you like, it’s just a lil thot 💕

Beginner's Luck

named after yet another King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard song (I love them okay, don't come for me)

I changed it minimally but I hope you still enjoy it ♥

18+ Minors do not interact

word count: 4916

Warnings: feelings of anxiety, full service sex work, soft dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced & shy reader, regular client Javi (what a manwhore), oral (f receiving), protected PiV sex, dirty talk, Javi guiding you through your first night at work.

Nervous and jittery, taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves, you sat down on a stool by the dimly lit bar in the brothel you’d just started your very first shift at.

The other girls around you waiting for clients were chatting and giggling, some dancing, you couldn’t help but feel awkward. Aside from you being new here, you also had a long way to go to build confidence - not to mention the minuscule amount of experience you’d brought to the table applying here.

But nobody had asked you about your dating history and sex life, all you really had to do was show your body and let them test you for an array of sexually transmitted diseases.

Now, you regretted not having asked more questions. Like if it was bad that you’d only had one partner before, and could count the amount of times you’d had sex on two hands. But you needed the money, desperately.

“Hey, are you alright?” The bartender’s voice cut through the loud music in the bar room, catching you off guard and making you snap your head around to look at her a little too fast.

You cleared your throat and folded your hands in your lap, nervously shifting in your seat. “Y-yeah, I’m okay, thank you. Just a little nervous” you replied, “could you pour me an orange juice?”

She reached behind herself to grab a tall glass and topped it up with the freshly squeezed good stuff from the cooler, along with a straw and an orange slice on the rim. “There you go”, she said with a kind smile, “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

You nodded, taking a long sip of the juice and relaxing a little bit thanks to the distraction. “First day.”

“Oh, wow. Must be so nerve wracking! I hope you have lots of fun, though. They only let good men in here; anybody who has the cojones to hurt you will get banned for life, I promise you.” she reassured with another empathetic smile, and you nodded gratefully. “Thank you.”

The nightlife of Bogotá came alive around an hour after you’d come to work; the clubs and bars around the brothel buzzing with people out for drinks and a dance while you were still seated at the bar, sipping another orange juice.

You excused yourself to the bathroom after all that juice just as the first client was let into the building. You passed him in the hallway with a shy smile tugging at your lips and you decided to be bold and twirl a strand of your hair around your finger - he seemed to only have eyes for the pretty brunette walking behind you though.

With an awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach, you disappeared in a stall, cursing under your breath.

Some cold water running over your hands and wrists, pressing your wet palms against the hot skin at the back of your neck, and rinsing your mouth of the lingering tart sweetness of the juice cleared your mind a little bit.

Someone burst into the restroom just as you were about to walk back up the half stairs to the bar and you jumped with a hand on your heart.

“The American is here”, the girl said as she passed you, “he always tips so well, fuck, I need to hurry up!”

You grinned at her rushing into a stall, the sound of the heels of her shoes tapping on the tiles enunciating her excitement hilariously.

Curious to see said American, you made your way back to the bar room with a sway in your hips.

A horde of girls had gathered there now, all surrounding a single couch in the corner where you could barely make out a full head of dark brown hair, but the rest of him was covered by your colleagues.

Your shyness beat your curiosity and you hesitated, leaning with one elbow planted on the bar a safe distance away, just watching curiously.

The girl from the restroom arrived and joined the others at his table, effortlessly joining in the banter.

“Who’s that?”, you asked the bartender, trying not to sound too nosy. You nodded in his direction, a loud laugh from several of the girls making you raise your brows. Could one man really carry that much charisma to command an entire room of hot women like that?

“He’s who we call el Americano. He’s here almost every night, and I hear he tips so well, he’s single-handedly gotten half of them through a semester of college.” she explained.

Mouth agape, you kept watching, some of the girls finally settling elsewhere and clearing your view over to him. Oh, he was handsome.

You swallowed dryly and failed miserably at an attempt of a confident smile when he caught your eye, his arm around a gorgeous blonde next to him who was halfway in his lap and sucking on two of his fingers.

He leaned over to his last remaining company to whisper something into her ear; then she followed his eye line and looked at you with an excited smile, turning to breathe a reply into the side of his neck, leaving a soft peck there before standing up and walking towards you.

Before you could even begin to feel self-conscious about the whispering and gesturing into your direction, she took the nasty feeling bubbling up away from you by leaning over the bar by your side. “He wants to talk to you, new girl”, she said with a wink, “go on, don’t be shy now!”

With another look at the bartender, who gave you a reassuring nod, you took one last grounding breath and pushed yourself off the bar. It was time to put your full energy into not tripping over your own feet or doing something equally clumsy, so you did.

The leather couch he was sitting on crinkled under his weight, and when yours added to it, you sank down considerably, almost losing your balance - almost.

“Evenin’, hermosa”, he drawled, wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue before lifting up his glass of neat whisky for a sip.

“Hi”, you breathed, his arm coming down around your shoulders, warm and heavy, pulling you into his side.

“You’re new here”, he observed, putting the glass down on the tiny round table in front of you, having to lean over your lap to do so.

“I am. First day!” you smiled with forced confidence, barely audible over the music, but the heavy bass was drowned out by your heartbeat anyway when his fingers began softly caressing your shoulder.

“Wanna find a room where we can talk, alone?”, he suggested, and the anxious pit in your stomach returned. But this was your job, and he was so handsome, and he smelled so damn good it was making you feel dizzy. You just nodded and let him pull you up by your hand.

Instead of letting you go and lead the way, he held onto you with his drink in his free hand and directed you through the bar, towards the private rooms. He knew his way around the establishment a lot better than you did, and within seconds he’d found an empty one that was tidy, open windows and fresh sheets.

His hand was dwarfing yours as he squeezed it, locking the door behind you and making his way to the armchairs by the window, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re so beautiful”, he praised, reaching out to brush your hair over your shoulder, behind your back. You just smiled and tried not to squirm when his hot breath fanned over your chest.

Both your legs to one side of him, your upper half turned to face him with one of his arms around your waist, you forced your anxiety deep down into a locker, throwing away the key for the night.

“And you’re really handsome”, you said, earning a low chuckle, “what’s your name?” “I’m Javi”, he said, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, beginning to play with a lock of your hair, “what name did Gloria give you?”

Gloria was your boss - she made every working girl take on a fake name for privacy and safety.

“Isabella”, you breathed, “but you can call me Bella.” He hummed appreciatively in response, a smile on his face. The charming lines around his eyes and the single dimple on his right cheek made you blush.

“Do you know what the name Isabella means?” he asked and you shook your head no. “It means devoted to God.”

Your breath hitched in your throat before you broke out in a giggle. He seemed awfully pleased with that sweet sound as he hummed again and lowered his hand around your waist to paw at your ass.

“How do you know that?”, you asked with a bright smile; you could get used to this hungry look he was throwing at you with his sensational brown eyes hooded and hidden behind his lashes.

“I don’t remember where I picked that up, must have been a while ago”, he explained, his deep voice sending a shiver through your spine.

“You’re from America, right, Javi?”, you inquired, shifting in his lap so your dampening core was situated right on top of his firm thigh.

“Yes, I’m from Texas. I’m in Bogotá for work. Are you from here?”, he asked, but you crinkled your nose and shook your head no. No personal details. “It’s okay if you wanna make up a lie for me, or not talk about yourself at all, cariño” he continued, his hand on your ass lightly squeezing in what you decided to interpret as reassurance.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked then, again licking his lips, his eyes darting down to your mouth curled into a shy smile. You nodded, steadying yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders. He was so easy to hold on to, so steady and confident.

His warm palm coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb hooking under your chin and tilting your face to his level, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. His mustache tickled you in a pleasant way, hard to describe what the feeling was that it ignited deep within you.

A few more pecks and he opened his mouth ever so slightly to let just a tiny hint of his tongue dart against your bottom lip.

When you accepted his deepening of the kiss, he sighed into your mouth, continuing to squeeze you through your little dress.

With his arm around your waist, he lifted you off his lap, stood up and backed you up towards the bed until you felt the mattress hit your lower thighs. Javi kept kissing you, needy yet soft; he was a considerate and skilled kisser.

What else could he have in his repertoire to sweep you off your feet right there?

Gently making you sit down, he kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of you and looked at you with an intoxicating cocktail of adoration and lust in his eyes.

“How do you like to be fucked, Bella?”, he asked, the low rumble of his voice laced with desire tugging at your heart.

You opened your mouth to respond, didn’t know if you should make something up or admit that you had no idea. He kissed you again when you hesitated a little too long, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“Or do you not know?”, he kept digging, “I can show you a few things, if you like, pretty thing-” “Yes, please”, you breathed, “I-I’m not a virgin, but… I don’t know what I like yet.” He seemed to thoroughly enjoy your honest confession, a quiet hum escaping his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Why don’t you take this off first?” he asked, fumbling with your short dress, “Let me see you.”

Lifting yourself onto your feet just quickly enough to pull the flimsy material over your head, you shuddered when you felt his hands on top of your thighs.

He tutted, “A little slower, for me, please.”

You felt yourself blush from your neck to your hairline, leaning into his touch when he placed both his palms on your hips under your dress.

Teasingly slow, inch by inch, you rolled the fabric up over your soft, moisturized skin, revealing yourself to him.

You’d been asked not to wear a bra under your dress, and when the cool breeze from the open windows hit your freed nipples, they instantly pebbled as you completely rid yourself of the only thing shielding your tits from view.

You shivered, and after gorging himself on the sight of you for a beat, Javi picked up the hint, getting up and closing the windows. It could get frigid at night even in Colombia.

He was down at your feet again in no time, smoothing his hands up the sides of your calves, over your knees, halting on top of your thighs where he squeezed you lightly. “Fuck, hermosa”, he breathed, slipping his thick fingers between your thighs to push them apart carefully, revealing the thong you were wearing.

His greedy eyes took you in, you were at his mercy as he eyed every inch of you.

Again he leaned in to kiss you, guiding you down to his level with his fingers curled around your shoulder. His kisses grew hungrier, so needy, pawing at your breast and your thighs like a man starved.

You whined into his mouth, tasted a recently smoked cigarette and the whisky on his tongue along with peppermint. The whine spurred him into action, beckoned him to get up and back you against the headboard.

You let him help you shuffle back, sinking down into the bouncy mattress; the sturdy frame of the bed was silent under your combined weight.

His soft lips melting against yours, he straddled your thighs, warm fingers dancing down your side to squeeze your hip, hooking into the waistband of your thong and shuffling it down just far enough so he could see your pussy between his knees looking down.

“Dios mío, hermosa”, he panted, “I can see from up here how wet you are for me already and I haven’t even started!” You choked out another whine at his words; how was he so easily wrapping you around his finger?

“Let me touch you, querida.” You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, wide-eyed looking at him hovering over you.

He was clearly straining in his sinfully tight jeans, light blue shirt tucked into his waistband, brown leather belt looped around him. He looked so put together, kind of important. But you knew better than to ask about his profession, Gloria’s advice against it coming back to mind.

Better if you know nothing about anybody coming here.

Making more room for you to part your legs and kick your thong off, straddling just one of your thighs now, the other angled and spreading you open, he began by dragging his fore and middle finger along the juncture of your hip and leg.

“Your skin is so soft”, he praised, foreheads touching, his free hand at the back of your neck, nose nuzzling yours. He stayed still against your face but looked down at you through his long lashes as he dipped a fingertip between your folds.

You huffed, then whimpered at the contact, and he breathed a chuckle into your face before kissing you again and letting his finger glide deeper, lower, gathering your slick and spreading it around your clit.

“She’s drooling all over my finger, you feel it?”, he whispered, intense look into your eyes, placing the pad of his left thumb on your chin to tilt your head down, “Look.”

You did as you were told, biting down on your lip and watching as he removed his finger from your heat to show your juices glistening in the dim light - when he was satisfied with your reaction, another shy smile and breathy laugh, he brought his slick finger up to his lips and sucked it clean, quiet groan vibrating in his wide chest.

“Taste so sweet”, he praised, cupping your cheek in his palm and shuffling lower, coming to rest on his front between your thighs. His hands felt incredible all over your skin, making the little hairs at the nape of your neck stand up.

“Want me to give you my mouth, hermosa?”, he asked, and you appreciated his making sure he had your consent every step of the way a little too much - it made you turn to putty in his hands.

“Yes”, you sighed, settling against the plush pillows and letting his large hands against the insides of your thighs spread you apart for him.

“Such a pretty little pussy, all pink and wet and begging to be eaten.” he praised between nips of your soft thighs, his tongue lapping at your skin and making your head swim.

When he finally licked a broad stripe up your center, your fingers reflexively threaded through his hair, dark curls slowly soaking with sweat as he focused on your needy cunt.

His big hands held you down by your hips, keeping you in place for his lips closing around your clit and softly sucking there before he darted his tongue out and gathered your slick on his tongue, drinking you down.

He groaned against you when you punctuated your labored breaths with high pitched whines, grinding against his mouth as much as he allowed you to move.

Javi was sucking on and licking your pussy like his life depended on making you cum on his tongue - he’d clearly perfected this skill. Listening to your moans and watching you squirm and buck into him, he speedily found the exact buttons he had to push to get you there.

You were fisting his hair, tugging at the roots, and he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, it seemed to only spur him on, just like the sweet noises falling from your plump-kissed lips. His pussy drunk grunts and groans sent vibrations through your entire body and he alternated between seeking eye contact and shutting his eyes to get a more intense experience of your taste all over his mouth.

When you were getting close, writhing in his tight hold, he removed himself from your throbbing cunt; you gave a disappointed whine, earning a low chuckle. “Can you take a finger or two, gorgeous?”, he asked, and you realized he was not going to leave you high and dry so close to your orgasm.

Your hair fell into your sweaty face when you eagerly nodded and was now sticking to your forehead; you were falling apart.

Without wasting even a second, he loosened the grip of his left hand on your hip, splaying his right forearm across your lower abdomen to gently press down and pull the skin of your tummy upwards, granting him easier access to all of you.

His thick forefinger teased your folds for a mere second or two before he slowly pushed it inside your needy hole, and he curled it slightly inside you at the same time he returned his hot mouth to you.

In between licks to your clit, he breathed “Say my name when you cum - fuck, you look amazing like this.”

He had you on the edge before, but when he slipped in his middle finger too and found a particularly mind numbing spot to curl both fingers into, you finally tipped over.

“Oh - aah, fuck, yes, Javi”, you moaned as you arched your back, “I’m - ahh- hah”

He kept his sloppy open mouth on you as he groaned into you, long and deep, thick fingers spreading you open so tightly as you writhed and drowned out the noise of the music outside the door with your wanton cries.

“That’s a good girl”, he praised as you came down, delivering another languid lick to your clit, still pumping and curling his fingers, your slick dribbling down his chin and soaking his mustache. “You did so good; look fucking beautiful when I make you cum like that.”

You tugged him up, up, up by his shirt’s collar, until his forehead was resting against yours, and kissed him. You could taste yourself on his tongue and were surprised to learn it wasn’t unpleasant at all - and he kissed you so expertly that it was only a footnote anyway. His lips were soft like the silky sheets his body weight pressed you into and you couldn’t get enough.

He sat back on his haunches and finally pulled his shirt off and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. The clinking of his belt buckle opening made you hum and sink deeper into the pillow under your head as you watched him step off the bed to undress completely.

“There, now we’re equal”, he commented as he crawled back into bed with you.

Letting your eyes wander down his masculine frame, taking in the warm glow of his skin, the taut muscles in his arms and thighs, the expanse of his chest - and in the moment you felt so grateful you’d taken this job.

He looked like a god, big brown eyes searching for yours as he took your hands into his own and pinned them to the mattress to either side of your head. “You’re so beautiful, such a pretty little thing; can’t get enough of you”, he praised, pressing his hips against yours.

You felt his aching hard cock thick and heavy sliding through your folds as he grinded against you with a gasp.

“Keep talking to me like that, Javi, please” you begged, meeting his hips eagerly.

He only pulled back to grab a condom out of the drawer - he knew where they kept the condoms - taking his time to rip it open and roll it over his cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you like this, hermosa?” he questioned, leaning over you again with his hands planted firmly into the mattress, caging you in like a trapped animal - but you weren’t trapped. You wanted this, maybe as much or even more than he did, and he’d pay you for it too.

“Yes”, you squeaked, barely audible, but he picked it up. With a searing kiss that left you completely breathless, he lined himself up with you, dragging the head of his cock through your slick, teasing you.

Without any further warning, he pushed his hips forward and your dripping wetness let him ease inside your pussy so swiftly, it knocked the wind out of both your lungs simultaneously. He was halfway in when he stilled his slow descent, kissing you again and letting you adjust to his girth.

Javi wasn’t just handsome, charming, skilled and generous - he was well endowed too. That much you could tell.

Not long enough to hurt you, but he was thick, and you could have sworn you felt the veins running along his shaft tickling your walls to ease the burning stretch he was delivering.

Any moans welling up in your throat were muffled by his mouth on yours, hungrily devouring you as he pushed himself further inside you. “Dios mío”, he huffed, finally bottomed out and buried to the hilt inside your inviting warmth.

His right hand came up to knead your left breast, his nose nudging yours. “Can you feel my cock stretching you, Bella? Does it hurt?” “N-no, Javi, it doesn’t hurt, it f-feels so good” you moaned, blinking your eyes shut; you could feel tears burning and spilling over, rolling down your cheeks.

He kissed them away, licking the salty taste off his lips before pressing them to yours again, finally moving.

“It feels so good you’re crying?”

You nodded, hair stuck to your face coated in a sheen of sweat like the rest of your body.

“Oh, what am I doing to you, hmm pretty girl? I’m ruining you-”

You couldn’t believe the filth, the desire dripping from his words, making you light headed. He was moving so slowly, carefully, letting you feel every tight fitting inch of him inside your cunt.

Javi gradually increased the speed of his movements, making you gasp every time he hit a certain spot deep inside you. He grinded against you, a smooth snap of his hips punctuating every deep thrust he gave you.

“Princesa, let me hear you, please. Louder” he demanded, coaxing more moans out of you, and with the way he was fucking you faster and somehow even deeper, you didn’t even need to fake them.

“Yes,” he hissed, “you’re stuffed so full with my cock, aren’t you? Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels s’full, Javi, oh my god-” you cried, your arms looping around his back to dig half moons into his lush skin - you couldn’t help it.

He kissed you again, swallowing a wanton moan falling from your lips before letting your mouth go and fall open again.

Fucking you faster yet, you heard the wet sounds of your pussy squelching, struggling to fit him still. He wasn’t hurting you, but it was deliciously dizzying how thick he felt slipping in and out of you - like he was impaling you gently.

He settled on a mind numbing speed, heaving breaths and some downright filthy groans hitting your ears, drowning out everything else around you as you went to squeeze his ass cheek, feeling his muscles move beneath his soft skin and the layer of fat.

“Your pussy is drooling all over me, you’re so fucking wet”, he mumbled against the side of your neck, “open your mouth.”

Taken aback by the request, you watched as he lifted his head to hover right above your face, his brows knitted together with a look of pure bliss on his handsome face. “I said open your mouth, babygirl”

You did as he told you, and even stuck out your tongue a little bit, wriggling it from side to side.

He spit into your mouth - and you moaned, your eyes rolling back as he nudged your chin with his nose to close it.

“Swallow,” he ordered, “go on.”

Again, you did as he’d asked.

The look on Javi’s face when he watched you obey his command was something else entirely. Blissed out, continuing to fuck you so deep you could swear he hit your stomach from below, he kissed you sloppily.

Open mouthed and moaning against your tongue, he was making you see stars with every practiced thrust.

He left a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, finding your neck to nuzzle his face into, sucking and lapping and biting at your sensitive skin there.

The feeling was intoxicating; you’d have him kiss your neck until the end of time if you could.

“Wanna feel you cum on my fat cock, hermosa, give it to me”, he huffed, his hot breath tickling you and his words making you arch your back.

Again, he sat up on his haunches, his big hands hooking behind your knees and smoothing your legs over both his shoulders. He sped up once again - where did he get his stamina? - and your knees pressed together by his steady forearms tightly looped around them intensified the divine feeling of him fucking into you tenfold.

“O-Oh my god, Javi, Javi, Javi”, you babbled, fumbling to find purchase by grabbing for the sheets - and then you came apart.

You couldn’t have held back the obscene, filthy sounds falling from your mouth if you wanted to, they were just ripping out of you. Javi’s groans and panting breaths become more erratic as well; he felt you squeezing his cock, making the already snug fit even tighter.

“Attagirl - fuck, you’re so fucking tight”

You were losing your mind. The waves of your orgasm whooshing in your head through your bloodstream, your cunt pulsing around him and his tightening balls slapping against your ass as he relentlessly fucked you through your peak.

He was fucking himself with your hole, using it; you weren’t moving at all, just let him manhandle you. His thrusts slowed a little bit, his rhythm stuttered, and burying himself deep inside you he came hard.

A rough, guttural groan escaped his throat as he leaned down, holding your legs firmly in place on his shoulders so you felt your muscles stretch the closer his face came to yours.

He kissed you again, drowning another one of your moans with his mouth on yours and responding with his own grunt as he stilled his hips, only slowly rocking against you now.

“Fuck”, he cursed as he broke the kiss, “thank you, thank you, thank you, sweet girl.”

You reached out for his face, cupping his cheeks in both of your palms, and he leaned into your touch as you smoothed a thumb over his sticky mustache.

“No, thank you, Javi, really.” you said, “I was so fucking nervous all day, so scared it was gonna be bad. I was scared I’d have to do things I wasn’t ready for.”

He snapped his teeth at your thumb, biting and playfully sucking it into his mouth for a moment, and you let him hear the sweet sound of your giggle again. “And did you? Have to do things you weren’t ready for?”

“No.” you smiled, pulling him into another kiss, “couldn’t have played out any better.”

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 2 months

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Let's do serve, fuck and marry with an added bonus, you chan choose whatever you want for the fourth man. Your options are John Cena, Henry Cavill, Glenn Powell and Chris Hemsworth.

28 / 02 / 2024

ASK ANSWERED

Wow! For this game you chosed great men! These 4 actors all are famous rich tall muscled straight white alpha men 🥵

Obviously I'd love to serve, fuck and marry all of these men, but if i had one choice for each, these would be my answers 😁

SERVE, FUCK, MARRY + BONUS

SERVE : His Imperial Majesty, God Chris Hemsworth, because he is a god and that's why i wrote many stories about him, and his most inspiring character, Thor, God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard.

Here is the link of almost all the articles and stories i wrote about God Chris Hemsworth :

His Imperial Majesty, God Chris Hemsworth, deserves to own as many slaves as he wants.

Compared to this gorgeous giant, i would look like a bug unworthy of licking his soles. So obviously I'd be enslaved as his asslicker.

But at the same time i don't mind imagining His Imperial Majesty God Chris Hemsworth as a protective dom boyfriend to a twink. Can you imagine him being in couple with Tom Holland? I'll soon ask you this publicly...

FUCK : It's more "HAVE SEX WITH" Glen Powell because he is hot, muscled and kind.

I recently discovered this living white god in the romantic comedy Anyone but you. I immediately felt jealous of Sydney Sweeney!

Licking and smelling and massaging his chest, his balls, his armpits, his huge cock, his shoulders, his nose, his hairs, his ass, his neck, his back, his feet, his.... Everything!!!

Do you imagine this white god with his gold?

He is always classy with a great haircut 😍

I wanted to write a gay version of Anyone but you where he would humiliate a fag to pretend he isn't in love with him. What do you think? Or should i write about G. Powell ?

MARRY : Henry Cavill, even though i know in real life His Majesty Henry Cavill would never looks at me, but what's great with Him is that you can imagine Him as a sadistic bully or as a kind lover, and that's how i described Him here.

On the contrary to Chris Hemsworth who will remains famous as Thor in the MCU, Henry Cavill has played several iconic characters, and maybe i should write about His others characters, except than Superman

BONUS : Be the personal assistant of John Cena, that way i could serve Him and being fucked by him, He would humiliate me too. Honestly i would gladly live what i wrote about him in the story where he is a fart dom

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being MSBY's Manager

Relationship Troubles with Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring MSBY x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing (mom drops the f bomb alot 😅 we shall call it a "sentence enhancer" 💅🏼), Sakusa being an absolute ass, major angst to fluff, Sakusa is toxic but I'm making him work on himself 🥰, suggestive ending

A/N: I 💙 emotional pain 🥲 so let's do Sakusa! A big shout out to Gen Z anon for helping me with the ending 😘

Ope 😶

I think we are about to really feel this one

Sakusa can be a little... brash

He's a Pisces/Aries cusp- two very emotional signs

And I totally see him being a "tell it like it is" type character

So being his partner might be kind of tough

I do think this man loves just as hard as Bokuto and Atsumu- but he definitely needs time to himself

I mean we all do- self 👏🏻 care 👏🏻

So let's get into this heartbreak shall we 🙃

First off, you met him at some random place ✋🏻

Sakusa probably isn't the type to date online

But 👀 hear me out

You are in the laundromat doing your laundry

You had just graduated and moved to a new city

Your ex boyfriend, a complete POS, had found you clingy and annoying

Spoiler alert: you aren't, men just suck 😒

He had cheated on you numerous times because he said you were "too needy and not giving enough in return" 🙄

Can we all say Toxic?

Your friends told you it wasn't true and you knew it wasn't

But your past relationship had really affected you

So you decided to start anew in a brand new city 🙌🏻

Honestly goals!

You have a load going and decide to clean out the lint traps of some of the dryers

I mean 1) it's a fire hazard 2) it's just a nice thing to do 🤗

And that's our sweet bby YN

A gorgeous, sweet, caring woman who always wants to help

While you're throwing the lint away, you see a tall man, wearing a mask watching you

He has gorgeous dark curly hair and dark eyes

And his dark eyes lock on yours

You gulp and blush because like, someone's watching you AND he's hot 🥵

Being Sakusa he walks up to you

"What are you doing?"- Sakusa

You 👉🏻 👁��👁 huh-

"Why are you cleaning the lint traps out? That's not your job"- Sakusa

Ok then- forward much?

"Oh I- I uh like to do nice things. And you never know, it could make someone's life a little easier"- you smiling up at the tall man

He totally just narrows his eyes at you- and turns to leave

Ok then 😐

You turn and walk back to your clothes, moving them from the washer to the dryer

You proceed to wipe down the washer you used with a sanitizing wipe

Again, we are in a pandemic and it's just nice to do!

Sakusa gets up, approaching you again

"Now what are you doing?"- he questions, looming over you

You look up at him, eyes widening 😳

"Uh I'm wiping down the washer I used"- you answering the question

"I didn't know people did that"- Sakusa looking at you

"Well most don't but it just seems hygienic to me. Like common sense I guess"-you shrug

"Mind if I have some of those wipes"- Sakusa asks, mouth still covered by his mask

"Of course! Help yourself"- you hand them to him as you turn to continue your crusade

Sakusa is intrigued by you

An absolutely stunning women doing laundry alone in the laundry mat

Yet you take time out of you day to help others 💙

When your laundry is dry, you take it out and begin to fold it

"Why are you doing laundry in a laundromat alone? Isn't that dangerous?"- Sakusa blurts out, still watching you

"Umm well I don't think it's any more dangerous than walking thought a convince store. I mean there is cameras. Plus I start a new job tomorrow and I need clean clothes"- you say, shrugging as you fold your leggings, putting them in the basket

"Yeah but still anything could happen. I mean you are a stunning women"- Sakusa

Honestly fire signs are way to blunt for our own good

It enters our brain and comes right out our mouths 🙃

"Well thank you, you are a very good looking man as well"- You, winking 😉 at Sakusa

Please this makes him smile behind his mask 😫😫😫

You pack up your clothing and turn to face Sakusa

"Well it was nice meeting you-"

"Sakusa- Sakusa Kiyoomi"

"Kiyoomi, I'm LN YN!! Good luck with your laundry"- you say smiling as you walk out of the laundrymat

Smooth YN, Smooth 😏

Sakusa debates for a few minutes if he should go ask for your number

He ultimately decides not too

But believe me when I say he kicks himself over and over again for not doing it

However, lucky for him, I'm writing this 🙌🏻

And in my world, we grant 🎆 second changes 🎆

Which is EXACTLY what happens 🤩

Sakusa walks into training the next morning tired

He was beating himself up last night for not asking you for your number

He may of thought of a plan or two to try and find you again

Which included swinging by the laundromat daily to check for you

And/or leaving a note on the laundromat bulletin board addressed to you

He thought about it as he stepped into the locker room, hearing Atsumu talking

God it was too early for that 😒

"Did you guys see the new manager? She's hot as hell!"- Atsumu

"Don't even think about it Sumu, Captain already said she's off limits"- Barnes said laughing from his locker

"Hey a man can dream right Omi?"- Atsumu says as Sakusa set his gear down

"Dream big Sumu"- Sakusa said as Bokuto and Hinata came leaping into the locker room

"New manager day!"- Bokuto shouted

"Please take it easy on this one Bo. We'd like to keep her for more than a week"- Inunaki said walking out into the gym

Sakusa changed and made his way out to the gym

He say Meian talking to a women who was facing away from the team

Her hair streamed down her back as she looked up and laughed at something Meian had said

The men lined up as Meian addressed the group, the woman turning around

Holy shit- 😳

Her eyes widened when they met his and he couldn't help but smile

Yn Ln, the weird laundromat girl, was their new manager 😱

The interaction was not missed by Thomas who elbowed Sakusa

"Hey Omi, you know her?"- Thomas probed

"Wait Omi knows that hotty?"- Hinata

Sakusa glared at Hinata as YN approaches him

"Kiyoomi! How nice to see you again. I didn't know you played for MSBY?"- you asked, your smile so bright it almost blinded everyone in the gym

Pure perfection YN 💅🏼

"Yeah, I'm a uh- wing spiker. I didn't know you were a manager?" Sakusa questioned, rubbing the back of his neck

"Yeah I was for my college team! I just graduated a few months ago and this job came up and I figured I'd try for it! I'm so glad we will be working together"- You, so excited and bubbly

"Wow that's awesome"- Sakusa says, smiling down at you

Please all the guys are like 👁👄👁

They've never seem their Omi Omi so happy before

During training, you proved yourself worthy of the title of MSBY's Manager

Practice was ending and Atsumu was still serving

You step under the net and get in position

Everyone watches you in fascination as you get in a receiving position

"Umm- YN what you are doing?"- Meian asks, curious

"Yeah YN, don't you know my serves are deadly"- Atsumu 💅🏼

You just roll you eyes 🙄

"Trust me Atsumu, I'll be fine. Just send it up"- you, getting a perfect receiving stance

The guys all watch you, Sakusa intrigued but also nervous

"Suit yourself YN"- Atsumu says sending up the ball and slamming it into the opposite court

Only it doesn't hit the floor 👀

Because you pulled off a perfect receive, sending it right to where the setter would be

"Holy shit YN that was incredible!"- Hinata shouts as he runs towards you

Sakusas eyes widen and his mouth gapes

Man just fell harder for our Queen 🥰

"I'm betting YN use to play. Libero perhaps?"- Inunaki announced

"You caught me"- you laugh putting your hands up

"That's so cool YN!!! Did you ever make it to nationals??"- Bokuto

"We did, my third year! We were in the top 8 but then got eliminated unfortunately"- you ask smiling at the fond memory

Sakusa walked over to join the team who was now surrounding you

"Atsumu that is one wicked serve you got there"- you, looking at a now sulking Atsumu

"I can't believe you received that"- Sumu said as he looked at you with narrow eyes

You just shrug and smile

"Ok ok- practice is over. Time to get out so YN can do her job"- Meian says, ushering the men to the locker rooms

Sakusa watched you as you went about your duties, taking down the nets and cleaning the floor

It was obvious you were a pro when it came to cleanliness and your job

"God she's even hotter than I imagined she'd be"- Atsumu said, taking off his sweat dampened shirt

Pls at this point I'm writing drabble/hcs and turning it into soft-core smut 🤣

"I wonder if she has a boyfriend"- Hinata

"Nope- she's single"- Meian said interrupting

"And you would know because..."- Thomas

Please Meian is one of those guys you just instantly trust 🤚🏻

I'd spill all my secrets to that man without a second thought

Meian shrugged "she just told me she moved here alone a few months ago. A bad relationship or something"

"Damn well maybe I'll ask her if she's interested in seeing the town"- Atsumu

Before anyone could say anything, Sakusa walks up to Atsumu

Stared him dead in the eyes 😐 and says "stay away from her Miya"

Possessive men am I right 🥵🥵🥵

Please these nosey bitches are like ope- 👀

"Does Omi have a little crush?"- Bokuto

Please Sakusa glares at him and it makes Bokuto so nervous 😅

"Alright alright, Sumu stay away from YN. And Sakusa-" Meian says looking at him

"Don't kill Atsumu"

Please Sakisa grabs his towel, walking to shower saying "I make no promises" ✌🏻

Over the next few weeks, you got accustomed to your job as MSBY's Manager

You learned the quirks of the guys, their likes and dislikes

You realized that Bokuto needs constant praise or you'll be dealing with emo mode

And Bokuto emo mode is the WORST

Please Bokuto laid, face down on the gym floor for 2 hours after practice because he kept getting blocked

You had to drag him across the floor in order to clean said floor 🤣

You also learned a lot about the guys eating habits

You'd often have to set timers to make the guys get off the court to eat

"Ok time for lunch" you announce as Sakusa, Meian, Barnes, Thomas and Inunaki come off the court

"Sumu, Shoyo and Kotaro, I'm talking to you three! Get off now!"- you say, hands on your hips, mom voice radiating

"Make me"- Atsumu

Please, move over Iwaizumi because there's a new sheriff in town 💅🏼

You whip a volleyball straight at Atsumu as it hits him, causing him to fall forward

"Ouch YN"- Sumu

You channeling Dadchi 👇🏻

Please Atsumu practically trips running from the gym

"Geez YN's a bad ass"- Inunaki says as you walk by

You do a hair flip and walk out

Please these boys are SO WHIPPED

Sakusa especially 😏

He would love a partner who can handle themselves and Atsumu

As the weeks continue into the regular season, you start to get more busy

The Adlers and MSBY are scheduled to have a practice match this afternoon and you are so excited 🤗

You are bouncing about, hair in a cute high ponytail as you go about your duties

"YN in leggings is my new favorite view"- Thomas says as the team watches you fill up water bottles in your leggings and MSBY t-shirt

Sakusa glares at Thomas who just smirks back 😏

Please these boys would never infringe on their teammate

But that doesn't mean they can't annoy them a little 🙃

Sakusa would happily admit your outfit is one of the highlights of his day

But then again, everything you do is Sakusa's favorite 😍

Please this man is such a simp for you I CANNOT 🤚🏻

But as much as this man had been crushing on you, he hasn't worked up the nerve to ask you out

Part of him doesn't want to make it awkward if you say no

You'd definitely NEVER decline YN let's be real

But also, Sakusa is a bit self-concious of his social skills

I mean, he knows you're easy to get along with

But like what if you don't find him as charming

Even thought you have numerous conversations during practice 🤔

And you always sit next to him at meetings

And stand next to him on the sidelines 🤨

😐 can it be more obvious that you like this man!?!

He's like 92% sure you like him, still he's nervous

So let's give him a little push shall we 🙃

A push in the form of a certain stoic member from the Adlers 👀

Because you see, I think Sakusa would really be bothered by Ushijima

Like he'd see him as a true rival

So when the Adlers show up for a practice match, and Sakusa sees Ushijima watching his YN

Yes HIS 😤

All bets are off!

Mans will be glaring 😑

At this point, it's clear that Sakusa has a huge crush on you

But also, you only have eyes for Sakusa 😍

Sure Ushi is good looking but Sakusa stole your heart from the first look at the laundromat

Ushijima walks up to you and introduces himself

He's just that type of a guy ok 🤚🏻

"Hello, I'm Ushijima and you must be YN? It's very nice to meet you"- 😐 Ushijima

"Hi!!! Its so awesome to meet you finally!"- you 🤪🤸‍♀️

Sakusa does not like this one bit

Once again, you have zero interest in anyone but Sakusa

Not even Meian has caught your eye

Honestly what is wrong with you YN istg- 😐

Anyways, the teams settle and you begin your work

You notice Sakusa is watching you alot

Particularly when a certain someone is near 👀

"YN might you be able to fill this up for me please?"- Ushijima handing YN his bottle and accidently skimming his hand with yours 👀

Ohhh Omi is NOT happy about that!

Please something about that act alone just pushes Sakusa over the edge 😅

Sakusa will march up behind you and just loom

"Can't you do it yourself? You're use to not having a manager"- Sakusa 😑

🌳 🐜 🌳

👆🏻you right now YN

"I merely asked YN if she could, if she's unable to that is also fine"- Ushijima, still just as stoic as ever 😐

"Kiyoomi knock it off! Ushijima I would be happy to help"- you, glaring as Sakusa and turning your head to face Ushijima

You walk off shaking your head, wandering what would prompt Sakusa to behave like that

Sakusa full on growls at Ushijima

Yes G R O W L S

Again, possessive men 😏

When you return, you walk into a heated rally happening between the teams

Nobody is letting the ball even come close to hitting the floor

Suddenly, Ushijima spikes the ball and it deflects off Inunaki's arms

"YN! Watch out!"- Barnes, yelling as you see the ball headed right for you

You scream and try to cover as fast as you can only to be tackled to the ground by Sakusa right as the ball slams past you

"Shit YN, are you ok?"- Sakusa says, bracing himself over you as he tries not to put his weight on you

You peek out from behind your arms, eyes wide as you lightly shake your head

Sakusa grabs you and pulls you close, lightly kissing the top of your head as he holds you

🥺🥺 please I'm such a sap

"YN I'm so sorry! I thought I had a handle on it"- Inunaki says running up to you

"It's ok! I should have been watching more"- you say, still in Sakusa embrace

Please that mans never letting you go again

"YN my apologies for hitting the ball so hard"- Ushijima says walking up to you

Sakusa pulls you up and in close to his chest and glares at Ushijima

"It's ok Ushi, I know you didn't mean to"- You, now holding onto Sakusa

"Come on Yn let's get your checked out"- Sakusa says, pulling you away from the group as he guides you to the office

Sakusa picks you up, sitting you on the exam table as you speak

"Omi really I'm- hmmpf" you say before your words are literally taken away by Sakusa himself planting his lips right on yours

He moves away, his forehead going to yours as you both breath

When he backs away, he looks at you and says "now let's get your checked out"

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 ok-

Seriously what just happened??

I have no idea, you have no idea, hell idk if Sakusa even knows 🤣

"Kiyoomi, what was that?"- you finally asking the big question

"Something I should have done at the laundromat a long time ago"- Sakusa, putting his hands on your face and kissing you again

Please say less sir 😫

After that, your relationship with Sakusa just kind of happened

I mean, you would hang out during practice and after practice

Kissing and other things 👀

Like playing volleyball 🙃

I know what you all were thinking 😏

Sakusa wasn't much for PDA which was honestly fine with you

Like he would hold your hand after practice sometimes or kiss your forehead inbetween sets

When Atsumu was annoying you, Sakusa would assert his dominance and lay his claim

"Atsumu leave my girlfriend alone before I spike a ball right in your face"- Sakusa, about to channel Iwaizumi for moral support

Your nights were spent most of the time with Sakusa, either at your place or his

You told him all about your previous relationship and why you had moved

Sakusa was very understanding and supportive of you

You had established a great routine 👏🏻

Honestly it was perfect

Until it wasn't 🙃

Because we are here to shatter dreams and break hearts

It happened gradually

You could tell Sakusa was getting frustrated during practice

He would withdraw from you and the team

He wasn't able to hit as many spikes, his receives were off

He was just having a rough time

You figured it was the stress of the olympic try outs approaching

He has told you that this was his one chance to make it big and to compete with the best

He was working so hard and you knew it

Unfortunately, all your efforts at trying to help him, only set him off more

"Hey Omi, why don't you take a break?"- you suggested after another failed spike

"I can't just sit on my ass all day like you YN, I have to practice if I'm going to make the Olympic team"- Sakusa, glaring at you as he turns to walk back to the line

Ouch ☹️

Hinata notices your eyes dampen as he looks from Sakusa to you

"Hey YN-" he starts to say as you stand up

"Im going to do some office work. I forgot I have some- uh some papers to fill out"- you say, forcing a smile as you turn to run to the office

The next day, you arrive at the gym to see Sakusa serving

You walk in and wave at him just as he's tossing the ball up, causing him to hit it straight into the net

"FOR FUCKS SAKES YN CANT YOU SEE IM BUSY?"- Sakusa says yelling at you

You flinch as your eyes widen

"Im- I'm sorry Omi-" you, apologizing for something you don't need to apologize for

Sakusa ignores you as he goes back to the end line, tossing up another ball

Atsumu and Bokuto watch your lip quiver as you run go the office, shutting the door behind you

They look at Sakusa who looks back at them

"What are you two looking at?"- Sakusa

"You're such a jerk Omi"- Bokuto, walking away as Atsumu shakes his head

Sakusa rolls his eyes and goes back to serving

Honestly how hard is it for you to just leave him alone 🙄

Oh idk Omi try communicating 🗣

Men istg-

A week goes by and you've seen the bare minimum of Sakusa

You've asked him over for dinner, out for dinner, over to watch TV, offered to help him practice

He's done nothing but said "not today YN" all week

It's made you feel unwanted and unloved

All you want is a little time with your man

Is that too much to ask?

Spoiler alert: it's not

Thankfully today is Friday and you are determined to have time with Kiyoomi

He promised you a few weeks ago you'd go to see a movie you've been dying to see

You bounce into work, excited and ready for the day

The Adlers are coming for a practice match

You fill water bottles, ready towels and prepare as the Adlers arrive

You run up to greet them and help everyone settle

"You are in a cheery mood today YN?"- Kageyama says

"I am!! It's Friday and I'm so excited for the weekend!"- You, bouncing with joy

Please how could anyone be mean to our precious YN!

Sakusa has yet to say anything to you as you bop around the gym, getting ready

You can't help but feel a little unwanted but you hope after the match, Sakusa's mood with change

Honestly it's a pipe dream YN 😔

The matches start and Sakusa just isn't on his game

He's hitting out of bounds, his serves are crap and his receives just aren't it

You sigh as the second set ends, while MSBY won, you notice how angry Sakusa is

You decide to see if there is anything you can do to help

Because that's who you are YN

Our sweet angel bby who is always here to help

"Hey Omi, you did great out there"- You, trying to encourage our little germaphobe

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just glares at you

You decide to proceed

"Hey, don't look so down. We can go have dinner tonight and to the movies. It will be so fun-" you, right before your world shatters

"Will you just SHUT UP YN!"- Sakusa, screaming at you

You flinch, backing up as your eyes widen

The gym suddenly quiets

The Adlers and MSBY watching you

"Omi, I'm-"

"Yeah yeah YN I know! You're sorry! Well how about instead of being an annoying fucking baby like you constantly are why don't you try actually helping me and leave me the fuck alone!"- Sakusa, now getting in your space as you keep backing up

"Kiyoomi, please-" you say, tears filling your eyes

"You know Yn, I get it now. I understand why your ex fucking up and left you. You are so annoying and clingy that it's almost impossible to deal with! You literally can't do anything on your own without needing some kind of attention! God it's exhausting being around you!"- Sakusa, now heaving and yelling as your body goes numb

Your eyes brimming with tears, some now falling as your heart shatters in front of not only MSBY but the Adlers as well

"SAKUSA ENOUGH!"- Meian yells as Sakusa looks down as you, his anger brimming as your heartbroken state hits him

With your tears falling, your look to see the players staring at your and Sakusa

Your face heats with embarrassment as you feel your body break down

You run past Sakusa and the guys as you start crying, the sounds of your sadness filling the gym

"Fuck"- Atsumu says running after you as Bokuto and Hinata follow

"What in the hell was that!"- Hirugami says as Meian glares at Sakusa, crossing his arms over his broad chest

"Sakusa your a fucking asshole"- Inunaki says walking past Sakusa out the door to find you

Ushijima stares at Sakusa before he shakes his head

"You don't deserve YN Sakusa"- Ushijima says, the words hitting Sakusa right in the chest

Sakusa's emotions are all over as he walks past the teams, heading to grab his things

Meanwhile, you run from the gym to the parking lot to find your car

You sit down, your eyes flowing with tears as you start to shake and cry frantically

How could Kiyoomi say such horrible things to you?

How could he stoop so low as to point out your biggest insecurities?

He knew exactly how much your relationship with your ex affected you and there he was, throwing it in your face

You put your head on the steering wheel, crying uncontrollably as you turn the car on

Just as you look up, you see Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata running towards you with Ushijima and Inunaki behind

"YN come on you can't drive"- Atsumu, trying to open your car door

"Just leave me alone Atsumu"- you, crying harder as Hinata and Bokuto watch

"YN please let one of us take you home at the very least"- Inunaki says, managing to open your side door

"Please just leave me alone. I'm so embarrassed. Those things he said-" your tears are now flowing uncontrollably, your body shaking

"YN please don't be embarrashed. None of this was your fault"- Bokuto, his hair deflated

Our sweet little empath 🥺

"He knew about my biggest insecurities and he just threw them right in my face! Right in front of everyone"- you say, crying harder as you gasp for air

"YN come on- its not safe for you to drive right now"- Inunaki says as he reaches for you

You look up at him, tears streaming down your face

"Please, please just leave me alone"- you say whispering

Their hearts break for you as they watch helplessly as you cry in your car

"Maybe we should just back off?"- Hinata

"Yeah I don't think she's going anywhere"- Ushijima says, standing back

"If you need us YN, we'll be inside ok? But please don't drive right now"- Atsumu

You nod a little, the numbness of everything hitting you hard as the men give you one final glance before returning inside

Meanwhile, Sakusa is in the locker room gathering his gear and shoving it in his bag

He grabbed a quick shower and is ready to leave

One thing about Sakusa is that he definitely knows he overreacted

He also knows what he said to you was not ok

But he's not going to apologize until he's fully ready

Because he knows he needs to mean it and think it over

Dick move? Absolutely but at the same time, a half assed apology doesn't mean shit

And he's still mad

He can hear the guys talking in the gym as he throws his bag over his shoulder

"Is she ok?"- Meian says

"She's sitting in her car, she won't let us take her home but we also don't want her to drive"- Atsumu

"Poor girl, what the hell got into Sakusa?"- Romero

"Who the hell knows but man was he ever a fucking dick!"- Hoshiumi says

Sakusa's heard enough as he walks out into the gym and past his team mates who pay him no mind

He walks into the parking lot, straight to his car

The problem is his car is parked right next to yours...

However when he approaches he only sees your car and not you

Deciding he can't be bothered right now, he leaves, heading home

Meanwhile, Atsumu receives a text from you saying you took the train home

You knew it wasn't safe to drive but you couldn't stay there any longer

You knew if you saw Omi come out, you'd cry even more

Once at home, you lock your doors, shut your blinds and crawl into bed

You spend most of the sleepless night crying and replaying the awful words Sakusa said to you in your mind

The next morning, you get up and make coffee, mopping around your apartment

Your phone has been going non-stop with incoming texts from the team making sure your ok

You opt to write a short message and shut your phone off

After a long weekend of crying and thinking, you decide the best thing you can do is hold you head high and walk into the gym with dignity

Because we will NOT let a man define our worth!

You get dressed, do your best to look presentable and head to work

You pull into the parking lot, parking as far away from Sakusa's car as you can

You notice him sitting inside, watching as you get out and make your way to the gym

Little do you know that Sakusa has spent all weekend thinking about the huge mistake he made

He barely slept, choosing to spend most of his time at the gym or running to try to distract himself

He realizes what he's done and how big of an ass he was

But still, apologizing doesn't come easy to Kiyoomi

Once in the gym, you go about your daily tasks

You try to act like nothings wrong but you admit it's hard seeing Sakusa

You try and ignore his presence

He only looks at you, but has yet to approach

And he probably won't 😔

"Hey YN, can you help toss up for spiking please?"- Meian

"Sure"- you say smiling as you take your position to toss

The guys line up beside you as you toss

When Sakusa comes up to spike, he watches you intently

You however, ignore him 💅🏼

As 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 should 👏🏻

Because you see, the anger is now starting to set in

How fucking rude and unwarranted Sakusa's comments towards you were

You toss the ball up as Atsumu sets and Omi spikes

"Nice kill"- you say as you prepare for the next spiker

Sakusa looks at you as you go about your duties

That night, you pick up your bag and head out of the gym

You say goodnight to the team as you make your way to your car

You can see Sakusa watching you from his car but you say nothing and quickly get in, driving off

Honestly ignoring Sakusa is probably going to irritate him the most

Again, AS 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 SHOULD 👏🏻

The week goes by and you have zero interaction with Sakusa

You still miss him and care very much for him

But that doesn't mean his words didn't hurt

Sakusa on the other hand, is going insane 🙃

He was actually waiting to see if you gave him anything to work with

And YN gave nothing 👏🏻

You gave him no chance to speak with him alone, you barely even glanced at him all week

Honestly, he doesn't blame you

He's starting to realize how badly he fucked up and the man is suffering now

Good! Let him suffer!

The following Monday, Sakusa decides he's had enough

He misses you and the man is willing to admit he's done FUCKED UP 👏🏻

Unfortunately for him, it's too late

He steps out of his car only to see you hugging Ushijima at the entrance to the front of the gym

Oh the rage he is feeling right now 🤬

He's about ready to blow

But then you laugh at something Ushijima says

And your smile just digs the knife penetrating his cold heart deeper

You're vibrant smile and beautiful eyes that Sakusa has grown to love so much

Only you're now giving it to another man

Please we are about to see some jealous Sakusa

Sakusa is going to get out of his car, rage walk up to Ushijima and shove him away from you

"Get away from my girl"- Sakusa says, pushing Ushijima

Ushijima barely budges

Mans is a brick wall 🧱

"Kiyoomi what the hell?"- you getting in between Ushijima and Sakusa

"Back the fuck off of YN- she's mine!"- Sakusa growls as he pushes into you getting into Ushijima's face

"Kiyoomi stop it!"- you now shouting

Atsumu, Kageyama and Bokuto come rushing cover and pull Sakusa back

Please Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️😐 the whole time

I can NOT 😫

"Sakusa what the hell man?"- Bokuto

"Omi dude chill out"- Atsumu

"I was merely talking to YN Sakusa"- Ushijima

"Talking my ass! I saw you hugging her!"- Sakusa

"It wasn't anything more than a hug Kiyoomi! And I'll have you know as far as I'm concerned, we are no longer together so what I do and with whom I do it is my business and my business only!"- our queen asserting her dominance

"The hell we aren't! We never broke up YN! Just because I'm an idiot and said some stupid shit-" Sakusa

But oh no no no, YN is not letting this happen

"NO! You don't get to come over here and barge in on my personal life when you made it VERY FUCKING CLEAR Kiyoomi that I'm a burden on your life! I will absolutely not stand here and take that shit from you or any man! I trusted you and YOU KNEW! You knew what I went through. And you threw it right in my fucking face in front of everyone!"- You now screaming

GIVE IT TO HIM BBY! RIP HIS HEAD OFF!!

Bokuto, Atsumu and Kageyama are scared 😅

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😳

And Sakusa, well Sakusa is breaking apart

Because everything you said, every single word is true

And he knows it

You're eyes start to fill with tears as you stomp your way into the gym, slamming the doors behind you

Seriously nobody better get in the way of YN

Our bby is on the war path

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just stands there stunned and broken

The full effect of his words are now hitting him

The fact that there is no fixing this and that you are done

How could he have taken you for granted?

How could he have treated you this way?

Sakusa says nothing as he makes his way into the gym and prepares for practice

The next few days, Sakusa is on auto mode

Spike, sleep, eat, repeat

Literally he doesn't deviate, he says nothing to anyone and has completely withdrawn from the team

You have also pulled away from the team

It's become increasingly uncomfortable for everyone

Finally, Meian decides he needs to intervene

After practice, Sakusa is sitting in the locker room, packing up his bag

"Team meeting"- Meian says as Barnes, Thomas, Inunaki, Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata surround him

"About what?"- Sakusa, oblivious

"It's time you swallow you pride and get your girl back"- Barnes

"Yeah, honestly I'm sick of sappy Sakusa"- Atsumu

Sakusa glares at Atsumu but says nothing

"Come on dude. You and YN are fucking miserable without each other"- Inunaki

"You heard her! She's done with me. And honestly I don't fucking blame her. I'm the biggest asshole ever"- Sakusa, deflated more than Bokuto during a bad emo mode

"Well then you need to do whatever you can to win her back! Beg on your knees if you have too"- Thomas says

Sakusa is so deflated

Pls Bokuto's emo modes have nothing on this man's current state 🤚🏻

"But what if she doesn't want me back? I mean I really fucked up guys. Like REALLY"- Sakusa

"Then you learn from it. Listen, you love YN right?"- Barnes

"Yeah- yeah I do"- Sakusa, finally admitting he's deeply in love with you

"And YN is in love with you, trust me. You've got alot of work to do but you need to prove to YN that you are willing to change"- Barnes

Sakusa nods and stands up

He knows he has to make this right in any way he can

Now I don't think simply apologizing in this situation is enough

Sakusa was a complete ass and said some really hurtful things

I also think he knows this and he's willing to do what he can to change

Even if it means attending therapy to help him deal better with his emotions

Honestly we love when people take accountability for their actions 👏🏻

If you make a mistake, you fix it! And that's what Sakusa wants to do

He makes an appointment with a therapist for the following week and goes to work on his plan to win you back

Meanwhile, your heart is slowly healing

You love Sakusa and that's just not going to go away anytime soon

He's been helping you process and deal with your fight with Sakusa

You've found a great friend and companion in Ushijima

Your relationship is strictly platonic and honestly, Ushijima is fine with that 👌🏻

Ushijima is one of those logical guys

He can see things from both sides and provide a very honest and unbiased opinion

At your apartment, you cook as Ushijima sits and talks with you

It's become a weekly thing that you and Ushijima hang out, making dinner and chatting

Tonight, you are making homemade Ramen

Ushijima is sitting at the table as you bring the bowls over

Unfortunately for you, you trip, sending the bowls tumbling on you and Ushijima

"Oh shit! Omg Im so sorry Wakatoshi! Are you burnt?"- You, tearing up because you messed up

"YN I'm fine, are you ok?- Ushijima

"🥺 I keep messing up Waka, no wonder Omi said the things he did"- you, now crying as you sit down at the table

"YN, Sakusa was a complete jerk. And while I know he is stressed, it doesn't ever give him the right to say those things. You did not mess up YN. It was an accident"- Ushijima

You sniffle and nod your head

"I have to clean this up. I think Omi left a shirt here that you can borrow for now. I'm going to go and change"- you, getting up and going to your room

Ushijima remives his shirt, revealing his muscles and broad chest

You pay no mind because Ushijima isn't Sakusa

It's fine YN, move aside and I shall oogle on your behalf 😍🥵

When you are changing, the doorbell rings

Ushijima answers it as you emerge from your room, wearing a crop top and shorts

On the other side is Sakusa 👀

Now remember, Ushijima has no shirt on, as in ZERO top clothing

Nothing, nada, it's completely GONE

And you are wearing the bare minimum

Sakusa's eyes widen in shock as Ushijima stands at the door and you appear next to him

"Kiyoomi? What are you doing here?"- You say, shocked

"I uh- I uh- I came to talk with you"- Sakusa 👁👄👁

Please it hasn't hit you yet the situation you are currently in

"Is everything ok?"- you, still oblivious

Sakusa is just staring, mouth agape 😲

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"YN I uh- I wanted to apologize but I see you've already moved on"- Sakusa, his eyes now filling with tears

"What are you-"

DING DING DING it finally hits you 😃

"Omg Kiyoomi no-"

"YN PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! IM SO FUCKING SORRY"- Sakusa is now inside the apartment, begging on his knees, holding your legs

"Kiyoomi what-"

"YN PLEASE GOD IM SO SO SORRY! I FUCKED UP SO BAD. I SAID THE MOST AWFUL THINGS TO YOU AND I KNOW I DONT DESERVE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU YN. PLEASE IM GOING TO CHANGE. I STARTED THERAPY AND IM REALLY TRYING YN PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE"- Sakusa, full on crying into your legs now

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳

You bend down, tears pooling in your eyes as you kneel in front of Sakusa who now has tears all over

"Kiyoomi you love me?"- You, tearing up

Please I'm such a sap 🥲

"I do YN. I love you so much. And everyday I think about how much I hurt you. I want to make myself a better man for you. So I called a therapist and I've been seeing someone to help me control my emotions. You didn't deserve any of that yn and I know that. Please- just please know how much I love you and how much on a idiot I am!"- Sakusa, looking into your eyes

"Kiyoomi you are the biggest fucking jerk I know and I love you, you big fucking idiot"- you, grabbing Sakusa's cheeks and kissing him as he holds you close

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 🥲

Sakusa pulls away and puts his forehead on yours

Then it hits him and he stands up, pulling you towards him in an embrace

"What the hell are you doing with YN?"- Sakusa says, pointing at Ushijima

"I was having Ramen with YN when she spilled it on herself and me"- Ushijima 😐

"I was getting a new shirt for Toshi when you knocked Omi! It's nothing. Toshi and I are only friends"- You

Sakusa 👉🏻😐😑

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"I think it might be best if I leave YN. It seems you and Sakusa have worked out your issues"- Ushijima

"You definitely should leave"- Sakusa 😑 our jealous bby

"Omi knock it off! Toshi let me grab you a shirt at least"- You

"It's fine YN, I have an extra shirt in my car. Thank you for Ramen"- Ushijima, turning to leave

Please he just walked out without his shirt on 😫😫😫 I love him so much

"Well that was awkward"- you 😅

Sakusa closes the door and locks it as he turns to you and grabs your hips

"Whats more awkward is that you and I are both standing here, fully dressed"- Sakusa 😏

Say less sir 🤚🏻 we have a whole lot of making up to do 🙃

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xx-s3lf-ship-xx · 30 days

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Colorful Clown x Emo Dude

Yes my Sona/Self Insert is in his 20s, Jack just tall XP

I like himbo men 🥵

He stole mi corazon ❤️

Also I don't care he's yandere, I always wanted a gentle soul (literally a ghost) like him be there with me UwU

#something wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #self ship #self insert #uwu #self ship community #<333 #self insert art #art #artist on tumblr

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footballffbarbiex · 6 months

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with how tall and muscly footballers are I'd have expected more people to be into manhandling 😭 maybe it's just me and my men issues but something about them all being so much bigger and stronger and just using their physical advantage over you to move you around during sex, pulling you by your ankles carelessly towards them, lifting you into the air and fucking you there, holding you in place etc. there s just sooo much to be explored.. now imagine this with someone like Domi or Ruben or Virg, fucking hell..

ok now that i can actually sit down and answer this, here i am.

honestly? SAME. there's something about just being ravaged that's 🥵 for as many "x punishes you for their teammate flirting with you" fics, there's little want for manhandling??

you cannot tell me that some of these men do not have a size kink. you cannot tell me that they would not get off on being bigger both in height and sheer size and using this to their advantage (in a consensual way ofc - unless it's for a cnc fic 👀👀)

but i can 10/10 picture Domi, Ruben and Virg being like this. hell, i used to write about it with Roman too because he could absolutely throw me around like a rag doll and i'd thank him for it profusely.

i absolutely need this.

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thepaintedlady00 · 2 years

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Oneshot: Loving An Endless

This oneshot was requested by @layla2-49. Bestie your idea was just 🥺😘👌🥵 I hope you enjoy!

Length: 5,899 words/15 pages

TW: mentions of past attempts of assault/domestic violence, fluff, a bit of Protective!Dream, Constantine has no filter, Death is adorable, smut, breeding kink, Soft!Dream, loss of virginity Feral!Dream

Being Johanna Constantine's assistant had its perks. The pay was good, great if she'd had any run-ins with the royals. She was a kind boss and a good friend. And, on days like today she brought in very very attractive men. He was the most beautiful, ethereal man I'd ever seen. His messy black hair glistened in the dull life of the office, his tall and slim frame was dressed in all black, and his eyes were a deep watery blue that caught the light and reflected stars.

I was staring. I knew I was, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. His gorgeous eyes watched me with a hint of curiosity, and under his steady gaze my face burned. Johanna bumped my shoulder, shaking me from my locked position. "The place is looking good, y/n!"

I smiled and shrugged at the not even half finished cleaning job I'd gotten done. "It's getting there. You have a lot of stuff."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But it's all useful!"

"Certainly not all," the man said, his voice deep and rich like honey. Oh dear god, I thought returning my gaze to him as he looked around the room with disgust, or maybe annoyance. It should be criminal to sound that good.

Johanna glared at him before catching the expression on my face. Shit. She smiled. "Oh! Where are my manners? Y/n this is the Sandman, sandman this is y/n!"

"Y/n," the man said, his eyes taking in my form. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Though I wish it'd been under better circumstances."

"Why's that?" I asked, fighting against the urge to physically fall when he'd said my name.

He sighed, looking through a box on the table. "I'm here in search of my stolen tools. I'm afraid it's quite dire, and your… Employer, is far more difficult than she should be."

Johanna mocked him with her hands. "Yada yada Sandman, beggars can't be choosers."

"Thieves should-"

She pointed a finger at him. "I bought that sand legally!"

He released a short sharp breath. "As you can see it's a complicated situation."

I nodded. "It seems so. I'm sorry your tools were stolen, Sandman. I'm more sorry you're stuck with Johanna, she's a lot."

"Hey!" Johanna gasped. "I could cut your pay!"

"You won't though," I replied, moving some boxes to help. I smiled up at the sandman. "So, what are we looking for?"

***

Dream couldn't put his finger on what made this woman different. Was it the beautiful gleam in her eyes? The softness of her smile? Or was it her willingness to jump into offering him, a stranger, her help? Whatever it was, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed her. Y/n, he thought again, unable to keep himself from repeating it to himself as he watched her move through the office looking through boxes alongside Constantine.

She was far more helpful, and far less destructive. As Constantine tossed yet another antique over her shoulder y/n sighed. "Would you stop breaking things?"

"It's not broken," Constantine assured. "Even if it is, I own it, so I can break it if I want."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Jo."

Eventually Constantines memory was at last jogged by a photo of an ex lover and the location of his sand was revealed. Y/n offered to accompany them but the Constantine woman refused. He stood in the office with y/n as Constantine got ready to depart. She smiled at him, a smile that brought him a feeling of peace. "Well, I hope you find the rest of your things."

"Thank you, Y/n," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Sandman."

"Dream."

"I'm sorry?" She asked gently, her eyes glistening in the light.

"My name, one of them, is Dream."

A slight blush rose to her face. "Dream. It's a lovely name."

He bowed his head slightly. "Goodnight, y/n. Perhaps fate will bring our paths together again."

"One can hope," she said without thinking. He smiled at the way she scrambled trying to explain her meaning.

Lifting her hand to his lips he kissed it before silently leaving the crowded apartment and refocusing his mind on reclaiming his tools and saving The Dreaming from ruin. As the days turned into weeks, Dream still thought of the girl, still quietly saying her name to himself when no one would hear.

***

Months had passed since Johannas job for Dream and as embarrassing as it was, I felt disappointed. Part of me thought he'd show up again, if not first me then to give Johanna another job or something. But, he never did. I told myself it was for the best, he was a god, a god that surely had more important things to do than indulge me in conversation. I doubted the sandman even remembered me.

Johanna kept me busy, after I'd finally gotten her office clean and organized she'd started sending me research to comb through for her while she moved between work locations. It was tedious and could be difficult to find certain legends or creatures, but as always she paid me well and was a good friend. I stood at my desk, glaring down at the sprawled out documents of her next job, looking for something to help narrow down the possibilities of what she'd be up against once she arrived.

I rubbed my dry, tired eyes and sighed, answering my phone just as her ringtone sounded. "Johanna, remind me to strangle you when you get back."

"It's going well I see," she teased me. "Well I'm sending someone over to help out. He's got a bit more knowledge on this kind of thing, so he should make it pretty easy."

"You need to stop sending strangers to my house," I complained. "It's turning into a potential occupational hazard."

Johanna laughed. "I'd never send anyone to you that would hurt you, y/n. What kind of boss do you take me for?"

I smiled. "The bitchy kind."

"Ouch, that's a bit harsh!"

"How's Amsterdam?" I asked, leaning back against the desk and taking a sip of my tea.

"It's fine," she said rather dismissively. "Can't wait to be done with this job though. Already far more complicated than I wanted."

"You'll figure it out in no time Jo." I assured her.

She sighed. "Yeah, well have fun with your sandman."

My body froze, brows furrowing as I mulled over her words. "What do you mean?"

"The guy I'm sending to help you, it's him." She stated with a knowing tone. "I saw you checking him out, so have fun. Use protection."

"Johanna you know I don't-" My words were cut off by the sound of my doorbell. Shit.

"Relax, he's just there to help with your research. Now, I gotta run, call you soon."

The line went dead and I scoffed at her abrasiveness. Bitch. I straightened out my shirt and quickly fixed my messed up hair before opening the door to the tall figure clothed in black. His starry eyes rolled down my body as he tilted his head slightly. "Y/n."

"Dream," I said quietly. God he was more beautiful than I remembered. Stepping to the side and gesturing inward I blushed. "Please come in!"

He moved slowly through the small space of my townhouse, looking at everything that hung on the walls and regarding my bookshelf with interest. "You have a lovely home. Far more comfortable than your employers."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks, I don't do my best work when things are unorganized so I like to keep my space clean."

"A sentiment I share," he replied with a tiny smile. "Constantine said you were researching an ancient creature she believes is causing trouble."

"Yeah," I turned and gathered up the papers from my desk. "This is all I've been able to find. Everything else is either in a dead language or just illegible. Probably why she enlisted you to help."

Dream simply nodded as he took the papers from me, cold fingers gliding smoothly over the tips of my own and sending a chill through me. This is just pathetic, I scolded myself. He's so far out of your league! Look at him! He probably has hundreds of beautiful goddess lovers. I pulled myself out of the slew of pitiful thoughts and jumped back into researching. Dream had taken a seat in one of my chairs and leafed through the papers and books I'd pulled out while I focused on online research.

I found myself looking up from my laptop and watching him often. The way he sat so casually, yet refined and the look of concentration on his angular face… It was cute and distracting. He was distracting. His eyes looked up from the book, an amused glint passing through them. "Anything new?"

"No," I answered quickly, looking back down at my screen. "Nothing new."

Dream hummed thoughtfully and closed his book, moving toward my shelves and looking. "Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place."

I watched him curiously and listened intently as he spoke. He had such a fast knowledge, one that no book or letter could possibly hold. It was fascinating. His hunch had proved correct and after telling Johanna of the new development we sat in my home and talked for hours. Dream asked me about my life. He asked and actually listened, actually cared. It was something I hadn't experienced in years and it felt nice. In turn he openly answered every question I could ask him, his openness was unexpected and refreshing.

With a loud yawn I smiled at Dream. "You're a very interesting person, Dream of the Endless."

"As are you, y/n." He nodded his head towards my bedroom. "It's late, you should retire for the night."

"Probably," I agreed, twisting my fingers together nervously as I asked, "Will I see you again?"

"Do you wish to?"

"Of course I do!" I said, far too enthusiastically. "I mean… Yes, I would very much wish to see you again."

Dream smiled. "Then you will. Goodnight, y/n."

It felt like a dismissal, a non answer, but I forced myself to ignore it. "Goodnight, Dream."

I settled into bed not long after he'd left, pulling the warm covers up around me and at last being able to close my eyes and relax into my bed. My dreams were not creative, but not boring either. I usually thought of relaxing locations, rolling hills or quiet streams, tonight it was a crystal clear lake that mirrored the starry night sky inside it. As I sat among the flowers and blades of grass, listening to the calm and sketching in my notebook - a hobby I rarely got time to practice in the real world - I felt a familiar sensation roll over me as a tall figure in black walked towards me with a smile.

"Dream," I whispered, looking up at him in awe. "How…"

"You are asleep," he answered. "And so you have entered into my realm."

Of course, this was his whole thing. I smiled brightly, fixing my hair. "When I asked if I'd see you again�� I wasn't expecting it to be so soon."

He looked around, eyes shining impossibly brighter. "You've a beautiful imagination."

My cheeks burned. "Oh this is nothing. I'm sure you see far more creative things."

"It's the simplicity of it that makes it beautiful. Most people seek out the feeling of comfort and home in their dreams. Yours reflects the beauty of your mind perfectly." He looked back down at me, holding his hand out. "Would you like to see my home?"

I jumped up, gently taking hold of his hand. "Of course! The way you described it was magnificent."

Dream nodded with a light chuckle. "I hope it lives up to your expectations."

"It will," I assured him. "I doubt you're capable of creating anything that wouldn't."

That was the first time I'd visited The Dreaming and it was just as beautiful as he described, as I could have ever imagined. Since that night Dream always came to me in my dreams. We'd walk and talk and grew close. He was my friend, one I'd fallen further and further in love with each passing night. I didn't care if he never felt the same, simply being around him was enough for me. Johanna, however, was constantly pulling every string she could to try and force me to tell him of my feelings.

She rolled her eyes from the couch as I said goodbye to Dream and Matthew. They'd taken to visiting me in the Waking World when they had a free moment. The second they'd gone, Johanna was on her rant. "You're seriously never going to tell him?"

"There's nothing to tell Jo."

"Bullshit!" She laughed. "You're head over heels for him! You have been from the start!"

I signed. "And? He's my friend. I don't want to ruin that. Besides, he probably has goddesses or something that he'd prefer."

Johanna scoffed. "God are you really that blind?"

"What?"

"He's smitten with you." She smiled widely. "Do you think he just pops by every friends house every day?"

A nervous ache filled my chest. "He doesn't…"

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter. The second I tell him I want to wait until marriage for…" I sighed. "It's just not in the stars, Jo."

She looked disappointed. "How do you know if you refuse to try? Not everyone's gonna be like the last, y/n."

***

Dream had poured himself into winning the heart of y/n. He'd grown more and more enchanted with her as the days passed, so much so that he could scarcely be apart from her. His thoughts ran rampant with thoughts of her, filthy ones but more so the soft need to know what it would be like to wake to her each morning or to hear her laughing while he did his work. Dream wanted to spend every minute beside her.

Night had been their main meeting time, but as he waited on the bridge she was nowhere in sight. Finding her was easy, but the sight that he appeared in the middle of was one that made his anger twist and twine around him. Y/n was sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms curled around herself, holding tattered and torn bits of her top to her. The man responsible pounded on the door, shouting threats and destroying her living room. He quietly waved his hand, willing the pounding and shouting to stop and fixing her clothes before he took a seat beside her, watching the room fade away to a meadow of flowers and quiet.

He sat by her side as the fear of the nightmare faded from her and she slowly relaxed. Her hand settled over his and squeezed. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry you had to relive that. My nightmares should have known better."

She shook her head. "They're just doing their job."

"Perhaps," he agreed, meeting her eyes. "But it will not happen again."

Y/n smiled, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "Thank you."

Though his body hummed at the feeling of her pressed against him, his anger was not satisfied. "Who was he?"

"An ex boyfriend."

"What happened between you?"

She sighed. "I told him I wanted to wait until marriage to be intimate."

His anger grew. How could anyone react to such an innocent thing with such cruelty and violence? "I would have his name."

"Why?" Her head lifted from his shoulder and he looked down at her gently, even through his anger.

"He hurt you… He tried to defile you. Such evil actions require punishment."

Y/n looked down, a sad nervous look filling her face. "What would you do to him?"

Dream was creative and he could no doubt think of something painful enough. "Whatever you asked me to."

"And if I asked you to let him live?"

He ground his teeth together. "Then I would. For you."

She smiled, a few tears still staining her cheeks. "Thank you."

He wiped the wetness from her face. "Stop thanking me for such small acts of affection."

"Affection?" She asked with wide eyes. "Does that mean you…"

"I love you," he answered as soon as her voice trailed off.

"Even though I…" She sighed again. "Even though I don't want to sleep with you?"

His head tilted slightly. "Do you think me so petty?"

"No!"

Dream held her tight. "If you wish to wait for marriage for such physical intimacy then it is marriage I shall offer you. Until then, there are other ways to be intimate with those you love."

Joyful tears filled her eyes. "You're magnificent, Dream of the Endless."

"Morpheus." He pushed her hair away from her face. "I want you to call me by my true name."

"Morpheus," she repeated softly. The sound of her voice speaking his name made every inch of him tingle. "Would you…" She tried to look down again, but he held her face and her eyes. "Will you kiss me?"

Dream nodded. "Always."

The second their lips met he felt whole. He'd kissed many before, but it was her lips that set his heart ablaze, her soft sounds that filled him with peace. Y/n was made for him and he'd not rest until she felt every ounce of the love she deserved. He'd not rest until she was his queen and wife.

***

Ever since the night I'd dreamt of my ex, of the horror he put me through, I'd not had another nightmare. And since then, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, had become my boyfriend. Boyfriend. I giggled at the word. It felt so simple, far too tame for the level of devoted love he'd given to me. Every moment I spent with him was full of freedom and happiness. I'd never felt so light and unburdened. He'd introduced me to his sister, Death, and had looked so happy when we got along instantly.

Death had visited me often since, taking me to lunch and talking to me about anything and everything. She was fun and lighthearted, a good compliment to Dreams' usually laid back attitude and occasional pout. She'd asked me if I wanted Dream, truly wanted him and when I told her I did her joyful demeanor only grew. Since then Dream seemed to be busier and slightly stressed.

I looked over at Death as she smiled at a group of kids beside me. "Is there something wrong with Dream?"

"No," she answered "He's in surprisingly high spirits."

"Then why is he so stressed out whenever he sees me?"

"It's probably the nerves. Asking such a big question is always a little scary."

I turned to her fully, mouth hanging open. "What question?"

Her eyes grew wide and she slapped her hand onto her face. "Don't talk about the proposal! He said don't! Oh what a terrible time to mishear someone."

"Proposal?!" I shrieked. "He's proposing?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Surprise?"

My heart pounded in my ears as the news sunk in. He and I had spoken of marriage often, and we'd been dating - courting as Dream liked to call it - for almost a year now. It wasn't rushed, but it certainly wasn't the longest wait. I was nervous, but not in the way I was used to. This was an excited kind of nervous, the kind that made my stomach fill with butterflies and my skin tingle. "He's proposing."

Death smiled, rubbing my arm fondly. "You're going to be my sister soon."

"What makes you so sure I'm going to say yes?" I joked.

"Because you love him."

"When's he going to do it?"

She stood quickly. "Nope! I'm not spoiling any more of the surprise!"

That night Morpheus and I walked the whole of The Dreaming and I listened to him pour his soul out to me. Everything he thought and felt was laid bare before my feet and I was left in awe at the depth of his passion not just for me but for all his creations and even humanity. He loved so deeply and so fiercely that nothing could come between him and that love. Not time or distance, not anger or sorrow. When he got down on one knee, his sparkling night sky eyes looking up at me, and asked me to marry him I didn’t hesitate to tell him yes. I wanted him forever, wanted to live beside him, share his bed and build a life together, a family.

***

Wedding planning was rather easy when your fiance can create anything you could think or dream of with a wave of his hand. And so here we were on the day of the wedding, Death standing beside me fussing over my dress, Delirium - Dreams younger sister - crying in front of me one moment and then insisting that we needed more flowers the next. I would have normally felt nervous, but instead I just felt ready. My dress was one that Dream had designed, a long ball gown that glistened and sparkled everytime I moved, looking like it’d been made of pure silver and starlight. My hair had been done elegantly with a modest crown gleaming on my head and earrings swaying softly as I moved.

“You look beautiful,” Death said with a beaming smile.

I smoothed a hand down the fabric of my dress. “So, after today I’ll be immortal?”

She nodded. “I’ll give you my gift when the two of you seal the marriage with that kiss.”

“The kiss of immortality,” I joked. “It sounds far better than the alternative.”

Death rolled her eyes and squeezed my hands. “It’s time. Are you ready?”

I only nodded, the raw emotion of what was happening filling my throat. Fiddlers Green was filled with people, guests from the waking world and other realms beyond The Dreaming. A path of petals lead down the aisle and to the archway of blooming flowers, butterflies and twinkling lights. Morpheus stood beneath it, no longer in his usual attire but instead wearing a form fitting black suit that seemed to be made of the night sky itself. He smiled as our eyes met and Death squeezed my hand with a quiet whisper of, “We really did try with his hair.”, as she walked me down the aisle to his side.

“My love,” he said softly, holding his hand out to me and pressing a soft kiss to it. “You look beautiful.”

“You look amazing,” I returned the compliment, drinking in his form with delight. “You always do.”

The ceremony was short, Destiny spoke quietly but with an authority that made each word feel purposeful and infinite, and as he smiled to each of us at the end I felt my heartbeat quicken and my smile grow wider and wider. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Morpheus looked at Death first, who nodded with joyful tears running down her cheeks. Our lips pressed together, as they had so often before, but this time I could feel something different. Whether it was the pleasant sensation of Death's gift filling my lungs with immortal life or the simple fact that Dream of the Endless was now my husband I didn’t know. I was just happy, so happy to finally have him forever.

The party was modest and regal. Far more people bowed to me than I’d ever thought was possible, but Dream assured me it was something I’d get used to. He and I mingled with the guests for a while before everyone returned to their own realms and homes and night fell over The Dreaming. Morpheus and I walked through Fiddlers Green for a moment before retiring to his room, the only place in the palace that’d I’d only been a handful of times before now. I was nervous, and Morpheus could tell.

He kissed my shoulder gently. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, y/n.”

I smiled. How could one person be so good and understanding? “I want to. I want to be with you.”

“You’re amazing,” he said softly. “I swear you’ll not regret sharing this piece of yourself with me, my love, my wife.”

“I could never regret you,” I said, turning to face him.

He kissed me with the passion I fell in love with. Everything he was he poured into the movements of our lips as his gentle hands unwound my hair from its accessories and slid down my skin as he untied the laces of my dress. His lips pulled away from mine, moving down my jaw and sucking at my throat, biting gently at my pulsepoint. My unexpected moan filled the room and I could feel Dream smile against my skin as he continued his movements. “You make such lovely sounds.”

His voice was low and dark, holding the love and adoration he bore me but lacing both with a hunger I’d never experienced before. My slightly shaking hands pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders and ran down his chest, tugging the buttons apart slowly. He’d pulled back from me to watch the movement of my fingers with dark eyes. I blushed harder the closer I got to his pelvis. “Is this okay?”

Morpheus tilted his head slightly and brushed his nose against mine. “I could watch you undress me for eternity.”

The second his shirt was off my hands ran up his chiseled chest, tracing the line of lean muscles that he had until I wound my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up flush against him. “I love you.”

“As I love you.” His hands moved, slowly sliding the sleeves of my dress down until the whole gown began to slip off me. With burning in his eyes he looked at me and asked, “May I see you?”

Swallowing the thick nervous lump I nodded. “Yes.”

The dress hit the floor, leaving me bare before him and it took every ounce of control and confidence I had not to cover my chest immediately. Morpheus’ dark gaze lazily slid down my body, his cold hands moving carefully to run along the smooth skin of my arms as he pulled me back into his chest. He lifted my burning face to his and smiled. “You are a goddess, in spirit and in flesh.”

I kissed him harder than I’d meant to. Our teeth clacked together as he met my enthusiasm with the same energy, his hands gently twisting into my hair and his tongue exploring my mouth, pulling the breath from my lungs and replacing it with a hot ball of burning need. I needed to be closer to him, needed to feel every inch of his skin on my own. I needed him. “Morpheus,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he replied gently urging me backward into the bed. “All of me, forever.”

As soon as my back hit the silk of his sheets a shiver ran down my spine. I’d expected him to climb on top of me, but he didn’t. Instead I lifted myself up onto my elbows and watched him as he knelt before me, gently pulling my legs apart. His sparkling eyes met mine and he smiled. “What are you doing?”

“I am finally worshiping you,” he said plainly as he lowered his face to my burning pussy and pressed a kiss to the mound. I gasp tore through my throat as I gripped his hair tightly.

“Morpheus!” I cried out as his tongue licked at me, finding my swollen and throbbing clit with ease and focusing on it. Each circle his tongue drew against me pulled a new noise from my chest and filled my gut with a tightening coil. “Oh god, Morpheus!” A slight pinch of tightness had my fingers tightening even more in his dark mane as he gently eased one finger into me. My legs shook as the new, slightly uncomfortable, feeling overshadowed everything else.

His mouth pulled away from my clit and his eyes looked up at me. “Easy now, my love. Just focus on the pleasure of my mouth.”

Dream’s finger moved slowly in easy movements as his tongue worked my clit again. Soon the uncomfortable sensation of his long finger faded into even more pleasure, so much so that when he added another finger I felt the coil tighten and tighten within me. I pulled his hair gently, desperate to bring his face, his mouth closer to where I needed him. “More, please, Morpheus more!”

I felt a smile and a soft, nearly inaudible whisper against me as he spoke, “That’s it, let go my love.”

The pace he set was both gentle but fast, tongue swirling and fingers pumping in the perfect synchronization to pull the coil tight enough that it snapped. White filled my vision and I moaned loudly, wantonly, as I came against his lips and fingers. He continued his movements, easing me down from the high of my orgasm before pressing his lips to my leg, moving up higher and higher, kissing and sucking across the plain of my stomach before he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. The movements of him worked me right back up, the coil once laxed now tightened again. “Morpheus!” I whined.

“I know,” he said, moving to my other nipple and giving it the same affection before nipping at my throat. “If at any moment you change your mind, tell me.”

I pulled him up and stroked my hand down his face. “I need you.”

As his thin frame settled between my thighs his eyes bore down into mine, soft and full of comfort even through the endlessness of his lust. He lined himself up with my entrance and slowly began to push in. One of his hands pressed into my hip, steading himself and me as he moved, the other cupped the back of my head, giving him the best access to tangle his tongue with mine, swallowing the noises I made. The more he pushed into me, the more noticeable the slight sting was. It wasn’t painful, not really, but the sensation of it was so new that it caused tears to fill my eyes. Morpheus paused a few times, kissing away my tears before moving again until his long, thick length was seated fully inside me.

He was perfectly still against me, breathing heavily down into my neck as I adjusted to him. My cunt squeezed him eagerly as the stinging began to fade, replaced by the pleasurable sensation of him. My chest was heaving as I wiggled my hips against him, the movement sending even more pleasure coursing through me. “Dream, move please.”

Keeping his movements slow and gentle he complied, setting a steady pace as my legs wound around his waist. God it felt so good. His breathy, quiet moans against me filled my head with pure bliss as I slowly began to rock against him, the pace quickening. “Y/n.”

My head fell back onto the mattress as Morpheus moved his other hand to my hips, holding me tightly. It was all too much, the tightening of the coil in my gut, the way he moaned my name, the feeling of him pushing into me. There was so much love filling the space between us, and I couldn't help the words that tumbled from my mouth. "I love you," I gasped, my eyes closing tightly. "I can't wait to have your children, to start our family."

Everything stilled for a moment and Morpheus touched my face, coaching my eyes open. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course," I breathed. "There's nothing I want more."

His chest heaved and his grip on my hip tightened. He dropped his head to my throat. "Fuck. I wanted to be gentle with you, but… God you don't know what you do to me."

His teeth locked around my neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. I moaned even louder than before, hands grabbing at him as he continued to do it again and again. "Please, Morpheus!"

"What do you want?" He asked roughly.

"Fuck me," I murrmered, nails hitting into his arms. "Come inside me, put a baby in me."

Without warning he lifted a leg over his shoulder and began truly fucking into me, his hands squeezing and groping me as he lost himself to my words. I writhed and moaned beneath him, my hands holding onto him for dear life as he pulled another orgasm from me, not stilling or slowing at all as he chased his own, bringing me right back into the throws of another. His hand slid up my stomach. "You're going to look so beautiful pregnant."

Oh god! I whined internally, all my capabilities to speak long gone as his hips began to stutter and he held me tightly against him, pushing his hot come deep inside me before collapsing on top of me.

As we lay tangled together, my fingers running through his hair and kissing lips pressing against my skin, I couldn't help but feel happy. This was all I'd ever wanted, all I ever could have hoped for. His head lifted and his beautiful starry eyes met mine. Forever was going to be a very happy place.

***

Dream walked the paths of Fiddlers Green, following the sounds of laughter to the small pond where his beautiful wife sat in the tall grass, soaking up the sunshine and the little girl with messy raven hair chased the butterflies with gleeful laughter. He moved to his wife's side, looking down at her with a smile. "There you two are."

She held her hand out, a silent request for his help in standing, one he answered instantly. Once she was on her feet she moved to press a kiss to his lips, falling short by a few inches. She sighed and looked up at him with a pout. The roundness of her belly made reaching up to kiss him difficult, but it made Dreams heart soar as hell lowered himself to kiss her. "Hello, my darling."

"Hello, my love," he answered, rubbing a soothing hand over her stomach, feeling the strong kicks of his child beneath his palm. "And hello to you little prince."

"He's growing restless," y/n warned fondly. "Not enough space for his tall little body."

"Soon he'll have all the space he needs," Dream assured her with a wide smile.

"Daddy!" His daughter leapt up in between them and into his arms, holding him tightly in her grasp. "Come see the butterflies! They're super quick so you gotta go slow and slow and slow until you get close enough to jump!"

He chuckled, allowing the tiny girl to drag him toward the insects. As she watched them he watched her, his heart full for the first time in eons. Forever was no longer cold and lonely, but bright and hopeful. He kissed his daughter's head and smiled at his beautiful y/n. Forever was a happy place indeed.

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I want the one where Daemon offers Rhaenyra his thigh to find her pleasure because they can’t have sex. He says number 3. to her while she’s riding. He doesn’t shut up actually and surprise as much pleasure as her riding watching her, feeling her move 😊 🫣 🔥 🥵

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing(s): Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning: 18+, Rhaenyra is over 18, thigh riding, virginity, uncle/niece, Targcest | Targaryen Incest

Headcanon: Daemon and Rhaenyra are betrothed and soon will be married.

Author’s note: English isn’t my native language. Dear Anon, that’s for you, hope you will like it.

HotD Smut prompts you can send me in Asks.

Word Count: 1390

It’s just one day. Waiting can’t kill, but every second she waits, Rhaenyra feels like it’s killing her, and this feeling only stops when she is with Daemon. When she is with him, Rhaenyra can see the glimpses of everything their future will have. And what a beautiful future it will be. She sees them thriving in Dragonstone, the place that reminds of Old Valyria, they will spend time between their duties (they can’t avoid them) and between enjoying each other as wife and husband in every way.

Rhaenyra is impatient and greedy, it’s expected from a dragon and she is a dragon.

“What are you thinking about?” Daemon hums, pressing a light kiss at the top of her head.

They are far away from a Keep, enjoying the summer heat under the tree somewhere in the field, with nobody around them.

“I want tomorrow to come right now.” Rhaenyra answers with a slight pout. “I’m tired of waiting and of wedding preparations, and of father’s constant sorrow mood because first we are getting married and second we leave him for Dragonstone,” she is sitting on Daemon lap, her side pressed to his front, but she shifts, saddling him, like he is Syrax and Daemon rests his palms on her thighs.

The next thing he does is pressing a kiss into her neck, and she squirms, giggling. Her neck is sensitive, and when he kisses her there it’s always ticklish, even though she enjoys it. Rhaenyra lies her palms atop of his, lacing them, and kisses him gently. Their first kisses were awkward at first, as she didn’t know what to do, but now she is more practiced. She catches his bottom lip, nipping at it, and then slips her tongue inside his warm mouth. Daemon rumbles low in his chest, but she releases him fast. He looks at her for a second, licking his lips and squeezing her thighs before telling her with a smirk:

“But mostly you are waiting for our wedding night.”

Rhaenyra gasps in the feigned indignation and hits him on the shoulders:

“Daemon! How dare you! I’m a lady and not some of your whores from the Silk Street!”

But ladies of her station shouldn’t know anything about sex before marriage. Not to mention doing things with men. But despite her station she not only knows, but she does some things. When Daemon is in the Red Keep of course. Because in recent years father always found some reasons to send him away.

“You know perfectly well that I haven't had them for a lot of years.” He looks with a soft expression on his face and then the expression changes to a mischief: “Or are you jealous again?”

“I’m not.” Rhaenyra scoffs. It’s lie. She is possessive of him, as well as he is of her.

“You know that I’m thinking only about you, my little dragon.” Daemon whispers into her ear, and his hands move to stroke her back with both his hands.

His palms are big and warm, and they cover almost all of the expanse of her lower back. Daemon is so much bigger than her. He isn’t the biggest one of course, but tall and lean, battle-hardened, and the thoughts of him in his battle armor make her shiver.

“I hope your thoughts are decent enough, kepa.” Rhaenyra whispers, coping his movement and whispering in his ear.

“I’m dreaming about our first night together.” Daemon murmurs, pressing a kiss into her jaw.

“Can’t we just do it now?” She asks impatiently, pressing herself into him more, tracing his lips with her finger, up and down in a slow motion. But Daemon shakes his head, and Rhaenyra whines: “You are so cruel to me.” It’s not true of course.

“I’m not.” He nibbles at her fingers. “I can be cruel to anyone but you.”

“But you don’t give me what I want the most.” The arousal is the familiar feeling whenever she is with him. Sometimes she doesn’t pay it mind, but now her senses are awake, and she feels the heat in her stomach, as well her wetness pools in her small cloth.

“I can give you something.” Daemon’s voice is low, and she looks into his eyes with hope.

“Fingers?” She asks, already dreaming about his long calloused fingers caressing her inside. But Daemon shakes his head with a half-smirk. “Tongue?” Rhaenyra asks with a hope. She craves his tongue lapping at her too.

But when she hears:

“No.”

She raises her eyebrow, confusion well written on her face. Rhaenyra opens her mouth but then closes it. What else can he offer? She moves slightly, there is friction between her sensitive cunt and his thigh, and she nearly moans, but stops herself. Daemon chuckles:

“Yeah. I can offer you my thigh. But it’s up to you to agree or not.” His palms find her thighs once again and he grips them hard and pulls her closer into him, making her grid again.

“I-” Her breath hitches and now she can’t hide her whimper.

“You know what to do, little dragon.” Daemon murmurs into her collarbone.

Does she know?

But she knows.

Rhaenyra places her hands on his shoulders, she likes to grip into his shoulders and it’s easy to start rocking back and forth. He is strong everywhere, and his thigh is strong too. She'd rather do it without clothes, skin to skin, but it still feels good. His rough pants and her smooth small clothes under her dress make her feel good. Rhaenyra rocks that way, her hands tangle into his soft blond hair, but as she does it, her eyes are on him. Daemon helps her to grid along his thigh, steading her with his grip on her thighs.

“I like when my future wife and the Queen takes pleasure, using me,” Daemon says, leaning forward to nip a mark on her collarbone. She whimpers, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck, but moving a little faster. “I like my Queen being insatiable.” His breathing is heavy too. Rhaenyra feels his tense body, and reaches out to touch his cock, but he commands: “Hands back,” and she stops, returning her hands to his head. Then he commands: “Eyes on me, princess.” He nudges her with his nose. And she looks at him, all flushed, with tears in her eyes, as she wants to come. His lips are beckoning her, and Rhaenyra leans into him to kiss him, and the kiss is passionate, tongue and teeth and saliva and she doesn’t want to part but they part to take a breath, lips mere inches apart and Daemon growls: “I want to take you apart in every way. With my fingers. With my tongue. Until you are nothing more than a sobbing mess.” And he bites her lip, drawing a little blood, before letting her lip go, “You are so beautiful. The perfect dragon, and you are only for me.” He says passionately but kisses her again, and it's a soft kiss.

Her cunt throbs, her cunt is a wet mess, leaving wet marks on his thigh. She moves faster, and he grunts.

“Cum for me, princess.” Daemon orders her, bucking his thigh slightly and helping to move faster, as she squeezes his thigh tightly between her legs.

Rhaynera looks at him all the way, with her mouth open and brows creased. She is almost breathless, and when Daemon just presses at the apex of her thighs, she jolts into ecstasy with a strangled moan. It doesn’t stop Rhaenyra as she continues to move to chase this feeling.

Daemon has this victorious satisfied smile on his face and Rhaenyra slaps his shoulder, weekly, melting into him, feeling no strength to move.

“I’m an excellent dragon rider, yeah?” she asks with a glint in her voice and a small smile curling her lips.

“You are.” Daemon answers, caressing her back, and Rhaenyra looks at him.

She sucks her lip, bits her slightly and then says:

“Tomorrow you should prove that you are an excellent dragon rider too.” She tries to sound serious, but she is far from serious.

“Oh,” Daemon smirks. “I will.” And he pulls her into a kiss. But for a second Rhaenyra sees what awaits her in his eyes.

Or, she really can’t wait.

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