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just-french-me-up · 2 years

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*cracks knuckles* I am dying for some dream x reader! From the second link: ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜?

Rating : Smut | E ( as in ExcusE mE 👀👀)

Pairing : Dream x Fem!Nameless!Reader (3rd person, no (Y/N))

Tags : Established relationship | PWP with feelings | 1.7K

Author's notes : This prompt kinda got away from me and got way smuttier than expected. Oh well... Enjoy! Feel free to yell at me afterwards (please do yell in my general direction)

There was a soft knock on the door. She smiled to herself as she picked her earrings from the vanity and turned towards the full-length mirror. The Lord of the Dreaming might not need or ask for permission to enter dreamers' most intimate thoughts, but he did make a point of announcing himself around his palace. Even if it meant knocking on the doors of his own chambers.

"Come in."

She barely had time to put on one earring that Morpheus' reflection had joined hers in the mirror, leaving the door untouched. She briefly looked over her shoulder, greeting him with a warm smile.

"Welcome home, beloved. How was your sister?"

Dream stood behind her, his dark frame envelopping hers in the mirror.

"She is well. I am to give you her fondest regards," he said, absently.

His mind seemed elsewhere. As she slipped on the second earring, she noticed his gaze in the reflection, travelling up and down her body, as one gazes at art. A quiet smile danced on his lips. Gods she'd missed him.

"Perhaps I should leave more often if you are to greet me like this when I return."

He planted a kiss on her shoulder, settling his hands on each side of her waist, feeling the fabric of her dress, one of his creation, one she knew he felt particularly proud of. She melted into his touch, allowing her back to rest against his chest.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She gave out a small sigh. He wouldn't be pleased, but there was no dancing around it.

"I'm afraid we've received an invitation."

Dream's reflection frowned slightly.

"An invitation? From whom?"

"Desire."

An expected displeased groan rolled out of his throat.

"They said the Threshold was ours to visit whenever you would be available," she added, only worsening his sullen expression.

"Must we?" he complained.

"It would be impolite to refuse, unfortunately. We don't need more tension between you and your sibling than already exists."

Morpheus rolled his eyes and gave her shoulder another, though significantly more frustrated, kiss.

"I have barely set foot in the Dreaming!" he protested against her skin. "Am I to obey my sibling's every whim now? I have my kingdom to attend to! And you! I don't wish to share your company with anyone else just yet!"

His annoyed gaze met her eyes in the mirror. She rested her hands on top of his, in a comforting touch. She couldn't help but find him endearing in his discontent. And terribly handsome.

"I missed you," he grumbled, kissing the top of her nape. His breath sent a warm shiver down her spine, leaving her skin yearning for more.

"Oh, have you now?"

"Immensely."

Oh just to hear him say it... She couldn't hold back the resquest burning her lips.

"Show me then."

Their eyes met again, Dream's now alight with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Gone was his disgruntled pout, as it was quickly replaced by the hint of a playful smile.

"Pardon me?"

"Show me how much you missed me," she repeated, holding his gaze intently through the mirror.

At once, Dream tightened his hold against her waist, his hands shifting to her hips as he pulled her firmly against him.

"It is a dangerous game you're playing, love of mine," he murmured in her ear, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Is it?" she teased, a familiar warmth flooding through her at his touch. His gaze had been reverent before, but it had shifted to something darker. Hungrier. She could feel her heartbeat racing from its intensity alone.

"It would make us late," he reminded her, though he did not sound concerned in the slightest. Eager was more accurate. "Awfully late."

"Surely you haven't missed me this much." She could feel her throat getting dry with every word. The warm breath blowing against her neck was the sweetest of torments.

"I shall prove you wrong, then."

Promptly, Dream wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her to the nearest piece of furniture he could find. She found herself pressed against his desk, before he lifted her up on it. Relieved sighs escaped them both as their lips met, quickly replaced by more feverish sounds, each kiss more demanding than the next.

Her fists closed around the lapel of his coat, tugging him closer. There was a need within her, an urge to feel him, to reacquaint herself with the touch and the taste of him. Morpheus responded in kind. His hands hooked behind her knees, he pulled her hard against him, drawing her gasp from her.

"I once asked you what your thoughts were when we were apart, remember? he whispered against her lips.

As he spoke, one of his hands travelled up her thigh, fingers scorching her skin, while the other cupped her cheek. He ran his thumb over her lower lip, the softness of it clashing with the fierce kisses he'd offered her just a second ago. Short of breath, her head spinning, she hummed in response.

"Shall I tell you mine?"

His fingertips danced on her thigh, only adding to the heat radiating from her. She could feel him hard against her, his desire as obvious as her own.

"Please do."

The small smile he gave her was nothing short of devilish. There was power in his words, he knew it. They could undo her as well as his hands could. No, better. For his words would haunt her, catching her off guard days later, leaving her as flustered as she had been when she first heard them. As flustered as she was now.

"When my mind wanders it always finds you," he whispered, his breath dripping with lust. "Visions of you. Your body underneath mine." His hips rolled against hers at an excruciatingly slow pace, enough for her to feel all of him through his clothes. "I can almost feel you when I picture you writhing against me, your pleasure almost unbearable. You look exquisite when you surrender to it."

He stole a kiss on her lips, the hint of his teeth accentuating her already laboured breathing. Her frantic heartbeat echoed furiously in every part of her as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her ear.

"You feel so heavenly when you're about to come, my love. I could lose myself in the memory of it all day long. Picturing how helpless you look when your trembling body is about to give."

A quiet moan answered his words, the heat of them matching the one consuming her flesh little by little.

"Morpheus..."

"My love?" his affected innocent tone was as frustrating as it was alluring.

"I want you to show me," she panted. "Make me feel it. All of it."

She was lifted off the desk before she could realise it. When her back hit the mattress of their bed, all the fabric keeping them apart had vanished, leaving their skins burning against each other, their heaving chests meeting with every breath.

Dream's hands explored her body, his fingertips running over the curve of her breasts, brushing over the tip of her hardened nipples before continuing their journey to draw her waist and hips. She wrapped her legs around him, waiting for him to push inside her, but Dream decided otherwise. Gently, he turned her over on the bed, her stomach against the sheets.

"I wanted to look at you," she protested.

"You will, I promise," he reassured her, pressing multiple kisses against her shoulder blades.

Her frustration was forgotten as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. His hands holding her hips, he pushed slowly inside her, a hoarse sigh companying his thrust. She pressed her forehead against the mattress, welcoming the sensation with a pleased hum of her own.

"Look up my love."

She forgot to listen. Lost in the feeling of him, she kept her face down, focusing on the pleasure growing inside her with every measured thrust. She felt his skin against her back as he leaned forward. One of his hands left her hip to tip her chin up gently. When she looked up, her own eyes stared back at her.

"You wanted to see how much I've missed you," Dream breathed heavily against her, his eyes burning into hers through the reflection of the many mirrors now surrounding the bed. "Let me show it to you."

It was the strangest thing, seeing the effect he had on her. How flushed her cheeks were. How her body responded to his. How arousing the sight of her own pleasure was. Dream quickened his pace, his eyes hardly ever leaving her, only closing them when the sensation of her got too much to bear. He threw his head back once, exposing his neck, breaking out a deliciously low moan, and she thought pleasure would overtake her at the sheer sight of him.

"Look at you," he told her breathlessly. Each thrust was harder than the next, getting her closer to her climax. "How could I not miss you when you look at me like this?"

She moaned loudly into the sheets, unable to hold his adoring gaze. Any second now, she could feel it. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. A series of warm, languid kisses travelled down her back, making her whole body shiver.

"Let me see you," he said, the pleasure in his voice making it awfully close to a plea. "I want to see you when you come."

It took all of her strength to look up and meet her reflection. He was right. She did look helpless, alluringly so. All it took was another thrust and she came undone, her eyes drowning in his. Listless, she couldn't help but watch as pleasure washed over Morpheus soon after, his lips parted in another wanton sound she couldn't get enough of.

Panting heavily, they both fell back onto the mattress, bodies numb and heads filled with stars.

"Perhaps you should leave more often indeed," she chuckled, her chest struggling to keep up. "Just enough for you to miss me."

Dream pulled her closer, removing a few strands of wild hair from her face.

"Perhaps I should."

They stayed like this for moment, body against body, trading gentle touches until their breaths steadied somewhat.

"We should go," she reminded him.

"I am aware."

She tried to sit up, but his arm kept her close.

"One more minute. Please."

One minute turned to two. Then three. Then, lulled against his chest, cloaked in their shared warmth, numbers ceased to exist. As did the rest.

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akiiyamashun · 2 years

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❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .

loud & deafening silence . accepting

"Are you sure about this, Akiyama-san?”

The loan shark sighed, eyes rolling back into his skull and the urge to turn around to kick the former chairman threatening to surface for long enough for Akiyama to act on it - he wasn’t someone typically prone to violence or any means of physical coercion (unless he was in Kamurocho and idiotic thugs thought it was a nice idea to mug school students or to intimidate the homeless population), but Daigo was getting very close to be on the receiving end of something stronger than just sarcastic words.

The fact that he would probably hilariously fail to land any hit on the older man had nothing to do with Daigo’s superb training regimen (after all, the loan shark was confident he was faster than the ex-chairman) - but more with the dinosaur costume he was wearing at the time, a full-body piece that they had rented earlier on that morning for Kazuya’s birthday party and which was much heavier than he had anticipated - hot, too. Akiyama felt like he was living inside an oven (or a sauna) without the added perks of tasty food or a slimmer body coming out as a result.

Another sigh followed - how had Melissa roped him into this again? Sometimes the loan shark felt that his inclination to readily say ‘yes’ to anything a pretty woman asked of him would be his downfall, and the fact that his own fiancée had fully supported the idea evidently did not help. How could Akiyama fail to please not one, but two goddesses?

“Akiyama-san?”

“Daigo-kun, for the last time - it’s fine. It’s hot, it’s fucking heavy and I cannot grab or hold anything except for... Uh a big ball or something that doesn’t need my thumbs. Shit, no wonder these poor creatures went extinct,” the moneylender went off-track for a bit, but turned around to glance at the former chairman to give him a nod, his head currently the only part of his body still out of costume. The mascot’s head piece - the big, scary tyrannosaurs rex skull with scales - was still in Daigo’s hand, who regarded the younger male as if he had sprouted a pair of horns and it was somehow his fault.

“I cannot help but feel I should be doing this instead,” Daigo said in a quieter tone, colored with such heartfelt sincerity that Akiyama’s anger cooled off for a moment. Gesturing towards his own head, he turned to the wall once more while the other man came closer to him from behind, placing the final piece of the costume over his shoulders and helping the loan shark secure it in place in a way that allowed his eyes to see something - it was hard enough to walk in that, and if Akiyama went about it blindly... His performance as a dinosaur would be cut very short.

“We’ve gone over this when Mel-chan asked me - it would be pretty damn suspicious if you disappeared from the room the moment the dinosaur walked in to surprise Kazu-kun. You think he wouldn’t be dying to show you the fact he’s been visited by a real tyrannosaurs rex? On his birthday? You’d be the first person in that room he’d run to and not finding you there would crush the kid’s heart.”

Akiyama realized then how weird his own voice sounded then - maybe it was because of the head being attached to the costume, but his usual baritone sounded a little bit stuffy, as if he was trying to talk with cotton in his mouth. Clearing his throat in an attempt to ease that feeling, he turned around - slowly, mindful of the tail he knew was somewhere behind him - and found Daigo on the other side of the room.

For two grown up men with so much history between them - including the death and loss of many loved ones - it felt strange to Akiyama that the ex-yakuza still managed to look so fucking solemn when he was dressed from head to toe (literally!) in a red and green dinosaur costume and without the ability to move more than a few inches per step, at the average speed of a snail.

“You’re right - this is about Kazu-kun and I guess... It would be too obvious if either of his parents dressed up. You have a point,” Daigo said with a nod, and Akiyama attempted to give him both thumbs up for that moment of clarity of his formal rival-turned-friend... And ended up more like waving at the other man, but he supposed it was good enough. Besides - Melissa knew her husband well when she asked the loan shark for help instead - Daigo wouldn’t have been able to change his voice or act silly in front on a crowd for two seconds without crashing from the embarrassment.

Akiyama Shun, on the other hand... The younger male had not yet decided if he was flattered at the perception of his friend that he was not daunted by any challenge or if he should be offended by the notion Melissa thought he made a great mascot for children’s birthday parties.

“Thank you for doing this, Shun. I appreciate it.”

“...I can’t believe you, Dojima.”

“What?”

“Any other day I’d be happy you’ve finally dropped the ‘Akiyama-san’ act as if you’ve met me yesterday... But today,” he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment and channeling his inner reptilian self - what meant speaking in a higher octave than he normally did in addition to striking a pose out of nowhere - Kiryu had once told him of his adventures as a mascot in Hiroshima, so Akiyama thought he’d try the same, “Today you must call me Rex-kun. Don’t ruin this, Dojima - otherwise your wife will feed me to the fish from Tokyo Bay.”

And there was it - Daigo’s facial expression molded instantly into something unexpected, and he broke into a hearty, loud laugh. The ex-chairman’s voice was booming inside the small room at the Dojima estate they had used for Akiyama to dress up, and for a moment, Akiyama wondered whether Kazuya wouldn’t find them with his father making such a ruckus - but when the door opened, it was Melissa on the other side - she was about to ask questions, but a look at the full costume quieted her and replaced her confusion with a knowing grin.

“All set, Mel-chan - bring me to the birthday boy,” Akiyama said while moving forward, steps slow and hesitant, and he could swear his friend was holding back laughter while she guided him, Daigo still sniffling and recovering from the episode of earlier, “You two are rewarding me one day. Big time.”

#iii. answered #sixthxchairman #dyn. (daigo - the chairman)#I have no excuses for this #but I wanted to link back to that original ask you sent me here #the first one on this blog!#so happy 5th bday Kazuya #you gave a lot of people a lot of blackmail material on the leggy man

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