If you haven’t already gotten “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” for a dream x reader prompt, that is a. criminal because b. the possibility of jealous dream? incredible
Rating : M / E Light Smut & Angst
Author’s note : We’re going by Nada rules AKA “The Endless can’t be fully intimate with a mortal otherwise tragedy will befall said mortal” because it makes the tension *chef’s kiss*
Also, for all intents and purposes, feel free to picture Sam Smith’s Unholy playing in the background during that one part (you’ll know the one, trust me)
There were many things Dream of the Endless did not care for in this twenty first century Waking world. Single use plastics. Turnstiles. Increasingly complex and flat communication devices. The energy humanity put into destroying its own world to benefit but a select few. And nightclubs.
The appeal of nightclubs befuddled him. Cramped spaces filled with loud booming music, blinding stroboscopic lights, bodies flushed against each other, the sweat and sultriness of it all. A place fit for Desire, not the Lord of the Dreaming.
Yet, there he was, his back to a dark wall, his presence barely noticed by those surrounding him, his gaze fixed on the dancefloor. Yes, nightclubs were a ridiculous and tasteless invention, but he could bear it. As long as got to see her dance.
She had begged him to join her before, many times, to no avail. He much prefered to be a spectator. And what a spectacle it was.
Under the lights, her dress shone like a thousand stars, shimmering, burning in the darkness. Her skin was painted with flashes of ever-changing colours, hues shifting over her in a bewitching dance of their own. She was nothing short of mesmerising.
Which, to his utmost displeasure, he was hardly the only one to notice.
Seduction seemed to have been reduced to its bare minimum in the last century. Gone were the days of courting; now men simply hovered around women in confined places, vaguely swaying left and right to catch their attention. Dream would have found it laughable, had a man not closed in on his lover.
She was quick to notice, taking a subtle, yet notable sidestep to thwart his advances, turning her back to him. Oblivious to her refusal, the man came closer still. Dream clenched his jaw, his eyes intently following the man's hands. His crude fingers ghosted over her spine, travelling down the small of her back. Dream tensed. The man lowered his hand, seeking flesh.
The loud music covered a sharp pained shriek.
“Man, what the f-”
“I think that is quite enough,” Dream said, his voice low and threatening as his grip on the man’s wrist tightened even more. He yanked him back, letting go of him once he stood at a reasonable enough distance. The man stared at him with a mix of confusion and anger, his other hand massaging his sore wrist. For a second, he seemed to steel himself for a fight, before retreating to another corner of the dancefloor.
“I could have dealt with him.”
“You certainly would have,” Dream agreed, his eyes glowering at the man until he was out of sight.
A warm hand settled on his chest, soothing the tension in his body somewhat.
“Finally decided to join me, then?” she gently teased, in an attempt to distract him further. Dream blinked slowly at her. Specks of glitter glistened on her cheekbones. Gods, she looked exquisite.
“I’m afraid I have yet to be convinced. Although, perhaps, it would keep these vultures away.”
His hand itched to settle on the small of her back, where the stranger’s hand had been. To keep her close, he told himself, although he knew it was nothing but a half-truth.
“I told you,” she soothed. “I can deal with one man and his delusions.”
Dream let out a humourless huff.
“There is far more than one man having unconscious wanton thoughts about you.”
His lover frowned, taken aback.
“Morpheus... Is this-. Are you-? Are you jealous?”
He did not answer. What was there to say? How could he word the torment it caused him, to know other men desired her? Men who could have her. Men who would not doom her to ruin if their let their desires get the best of them?
Her hand traveled down his chest to link her fingers with his. She gave his hand a soft squeeze. If physical touch in public was not his way, he welcomed it, for once. For the comfort of it. For the warmth.
“They’re nothing.”
She flashed an encouraging smile, tugging slightly at his arm.
“Let’s go, shall we?”
“You were enjoying yourself!” Dream protested.
“Perhaps, but I’ve decided I would also enjoy myself at home.”
“My love-”
The rest of his sentence was drowned in another boom, as she walked off the dancefloor, pulling him forward. He let her lead, thankful to be freed from the stifling atmosphere soon. As she walked on, he caught himself gazing at her, wondering what she would have done, had it been him touching her on that dancefloor. There was nothing unconscious about his wanton thoughts.
They made their way to an empty corridor leading to the exit, its walls painted red by the dim lights hanging overhead. The sequins of her dress shone like a beacon in the low light. Otherwordly. It was not anger raging in Dream’s chest anymore. It was something deeper. Wilder.
He tugged on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Pulling her against him, he lead her to a wall, resting her back against it.
“It is not jealously I feel, love of mine,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. “Jealousy is a trifle thing, a childish thing.”
His hands slowly slid up her thighs, delighting in the heat of her skin. Their eyes met in the darkness.
“It is envy I suffer from. I envy the hands of every man who has ever touched you.”
His own hands ignored the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up until he uncovered the top of her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. He could feel her shivering at the touch, her chest rising against his. The heady scent of her perfume made his head spin.
“I envy every man who has ever given you pleasure.”
“Morpheus...”
His fingertips met the fabric of her underwear. His breathing hitched as he felt her legs shift slightly, inviting him closer. How easy it could be. How natural it would be to fall into this embrace and take her, love her, pleasure her right there. To listen to her moan his name and to answer with hers. How good, utterly perfect it would be, for an eternal second, until the Universe rained down its fury upon them.
Dream swallowed hard and lowered his gaze. Reluctantly, his hands slid back down her legs, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. He could feel the tension melt away from her body.
“Forgive me,” he whispered witsfully, pressing his forehead against hers.
She raised a hand to his cheek, holding him close.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she breathed out
“I have been reckless.”
She lowered her fingers under his chin, coaxing him into looking at her.
Cerys x Reyes - They get caught in the badlands during a storm and have to take shelter in a save. Smut happens.
Harry x Cerys - Set prior to her meeting Reyes, just after her fathers death. It's when she comes onto him and he knocks her back ... but with regret and many feels.
Subject Zero Kaidan x Pandora - A steamy little hookup on a mission when they separate from the rest of the team while exploring a derelict freighter and Kaidan decides he wants to fuck Pandora - but silently because they're on open comms. It becomes a game where he tries to make her moan.
Gina x Kaidan - Post-war: Gina pays a visit to Kaidan at Grissom academy and they have a little fun on his teacher desk.
“Me too.” She breathed and he looked up at her, her pulse already fluttering under his palm. She shifted above him, moving her legs to bring her hips into better alignment with his. Mac kissed him as her weight settled onto him, making him groan into her mouth, tugging on the base of her braid again. His hands were slow, making a meal out of getting her free from her cardigan and tracing the shape of her body under her shirt. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp when he tweaked her nipples, making her back arch. Logan used the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, throwing it without looking. She looked down at his intense face, his palms cupping her breasts, her bra tugged low. His eyes were locked on her dusky pink nipples, inches from his face. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth wrapped around one tightened bud, her palm instantly cupping the back of his head to keep him close. He groaned against her skin, the sound and vibration making her nerve endings sing. He leaned back, releasing her hard nipple with a pop and undid her bra, tugging the useless fabric from her body and throwing it in the same vague direction as the rest of her clothes. She bit her lip as his eyes stayed locked on her tits and tugged on his hair hard enough to finally break his concentration, the pale ring of blue nearly obliterated by the dilated black of his pupils.
Northern Attitude (48110 words) by Ad_nauseum
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Logan (X-Men)/Original Female Character, Jane Foster/Thor, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton
Characters: Logan (X-Men), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Hank McCoy, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, Kurt Wagner, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Nick Fury
Additional Tags: no beta we die like women, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs Therapy, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Avengers Compound, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Captain America Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Protective Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Frenemies Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is not here for your shit, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Alcoholic OFC, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Canada Olympic Women's Hockey Team Ensemble, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, Genius Tony Stark, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Sassy Steve Rogers, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Protective Logan (X-Men), martial arts master Logan, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Original Character(s), X-Men References, Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, SHIP DARCY LEWIS WITH ALL THE THINGS, Therapist Sam Wilson, I'll Probably Keep Adding Tags, Medical Doctor Hank McCoy, Mental Health Issues, Logan has forgotten more about combat than you'll ever know, Logan in love is a dangerous man, hello unstoppable force, meet immovable object, Hockey, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spy Natasha Romanov, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs
Series: Part 3 of The Labyrinth Song
Summary:
As former Olympian Mackenzie Drouin tries to navigate life as a new amputee, her freshly minted boyfriend is reluctantly drawn into another intrigue. With the Winter Solider needing intervention before being cleared for field work again, the Avengers are down not one, but multiple members. They turn to Logan for help in filling the gap - only to have things go even further off the rails when worlds collide.
Ooooooh 👀👀👀 all of them omg, but I’m gonna ask about tied up smut. 😏😊😘
And what is cp? 👀
@caught-in-the-filter 😘❤️
Tied up smut is exactly how it sounds. Lol Just a little bit of CS pwp I've been working on with @teamhook in mind. Here, have a few lines:
Emma lay spread beneath him, the heat and weight of Killian's naked body so close above hers making her squirm in need for him. He caught her wrists, stretched her hands above her head.
"Keep them right there for me," he ordered.
Emma knew she wouldn't be able to stay still, not once they got started, so she called on her magic, wrapping binds around her wrists, restraining herself securely to the headboard. Killian's eyebrows bounced, an appreciative grin spreading across his face.
"There's a good girl."
Also CP is probably exactly what you think it is too 😏 Whumpy filth inspired by some amazing art. Though I kind of stopped writing it after reading how good your version was lol
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s KinnPorsche Day!
I dropped a very smutty very inappropriate thing in the wee hours of the morning (my time). We’re all probably going to die by the end of today’s episode anyway, so I want to give you guys at least one good thing before we all go. You’re welcome!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Characters: Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, JB Smut Swap 2022, Rock Star Jaime, Cellist Brienne, smut with feelings
Summary:
reprise (noun): a repeated passage in music.
Can you really call something over if you hook up with your ex-husband every chance you get?
Here’s the lovely story I wrote for the 2022 J/B Smut Swap!! Thanks to @catherineflowers29 for the amazing prompt!
And if you enjoy the story, stay tuned--I have plans for more from this universe in the future!
Happy birthday 🎉 ! Steve wants to see how long he can edge Billy until he is sobbing that night and the next day makes Billy cum again and again. (It’s Billy’s present because of no nut November. They made two weeks. Billy was promised edging and orgasms damnit.)
thank you darling!!
and thank you for this ask, because i am obsessed with this now because look, everyone knows steve's the gentlest top ever, even when he's blowing billy's back out he contrasts the harsh actions with the gentlest kisses and sweetest praise. and that 100% applies here too!
i'm picturing a flushed, panting billy sitting up against the headboard, lap full of steve who's riding that dick like a pro, voice wrecked and hair just as messy as billy's. and steve's already cum a couple of times, i like to think he has a higher tolerance for how many he can rub out so he's comfortable, buzzing with pleasure and working his ass up and down. but billy's on his fourth edge and he's about to lose his mind because every time he gets too close steve goes "oh, honey, not yet," in that sexed out voice and he pulls off of bill for a second, gives him a chance to come back from the edge, and then they're doing it again, and again, and steve only stops when billy gives in and breaks down in tears. kisses his face and croons, "i know, but i promise you i'll make it up to you tomorrow."
which he does, by spending a crazy amount of time pressed to billy's side, stroking orgasm after orgasm from his aching cock. billy hadn't known a person could cum so much. his dick is angry red and weeping, but steve doesn't give it a chance to soften. first it's his hands, then he licks the flushed head of billy's cock while he draws another two from his body, and he's getting horny himself so why not take a few loads in his ass? and billy feels like an exposed nerve, every touch dances on the edge of pain and pleasure, but he craves more. all in all, steve gets six from him like this. and then he gets billy on his knees and fucks him open, praising billy through his tears and telling him how good he was, how much steve was impressed, how beautiful billy looked. he gets a dry orgasm out of billy like that, the blonde sobbing and writhing through the pain, and then he's lost to steve's gentle aftercare.
when he sort of feels more settled, sprawled on his back with steve curled around his side, he says, "so, we doing this again next november or what?" and steve snorts at that.
"i somehow don't think your dick would appreciate that," he counters. and maybe he's right. but steve doesn't say no and billy's cock doesn't outright ache at the thought, so he's pretty sure he's found his answer right there.
