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willowbelle · 2 months

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Sous Chef

sanji & jealousy + possessiveness

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ sanji x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: teasing, jealousy, obsession, possessiveness, body worship, oral (f receiving) (sanji kneels to eat you out while you're standing), fingering, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, counter sex, dirty talk, dom!sanji (but he also gets flustered a lot), use of "good girl" + "say my name"

summary: chef innuendos, sweet sanji to jealous sanji pipeline, reader is a huge tease ("i bet that swordsman could fuck me harder" type) reader really pushes sanji's buttons, sanji gets jealous, mentions of sanji being jealous of zoro, possessive sex ensues.

word count: ~5,000

tagging: @sanjisprincesswifey @bby-deerling @maddddstuff

Sous Chef

Sanji is an ardent lover; a devoted man, gentle and caring to the core. He's hellbent on making you his own and maintaining that bond, often expressing it through sweet gestures like gifting flowers, freshly-cooked meals, and handwritten love letters.

However, sometimes the gentle cook gets sloppy, and his tender demeanor falters, allowing his lustful yearnings to take the reins long before his kind heart can intervene.

He's quite susceptible to teasing, easily flustered by your sharp tongue and playful remarks, often hiding his flushed face behind his blonde bangs. His shy demeanor emboldens you, making you feel uncharacteristically confident. You frequently find yourself pushing boundaries, testing the waters to put his adoration to the test, seeing just how much you can get away with before his gentlemanly persona dissolves entirely.

You've never witnessed his possessive nature firsthand, but deep down, you're certain it lies within him. It must.

Today is one of those days; you're determined to draw it out.

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You’re pushing his buttons, as you often do, and though you've become accustomed to him brushing it off, offering a sweet smile and an amused laugh, today, the tender chef seems… different.

Silently, he moves about the kitchen, his movements precise and deliberate, taking long drags of the cigarette that dangles from his lips as he works. The sizzle of oil, the rhythmic chop of vegetables, and the gentle simmer of sauce provide a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. Yet beneath the surface of his composed facade, jealousy prickles at his skin like tiny, agitated needles.

As he stirs the saucepan, his mind wanders to the image of you with that swordsman, sharing a moment he's not a part of. It gnaws at him, a subtle ache in his chest that refuses to be ignored. He tries to focus on the task at hand, on the symphony of flavors he's orchestrating, but the green-eyed monster coils tighter around his heart with each passing moment.

His movements become more brisk, more forceful, as if trying to exorcise the unwelcome emotions through sheer physical exertion. Yet, despite his best efforts, the simmering resentment refuses to be quelled. It taints the air in the kitchen, adding a bitter undertone to the aroma of spices and herbs.

And so, he continues to cook in silence, the smoke from his cigarette clouding his face, the clatter of utensils masking the turmoil within. He knows that until he can silence the jealousy that festers within him, his efforts will be in vain.

To an outsider, he appears calm, composed, his attention solely fixed on the task at hand. Yet, to you, the recipient of his affection, it's evident that something is amiss. There's a tension in his demeanor, a subtle urgency that belies his usual ease. He's unusually stiff, his movements hurried, and he nervously gnaws at his bottom lip—a stark departure from the fluid grace that typically characterizes his actions.

So, you aim to tease, yet again.

“Don't like me flirting with that swordsman, do ya, cook?”

It’s a playful jab, but one that’s sharp, piercing through the thin veil of his composure. It's innocuous on the surface, a needle, perhaps, but to him, it’s a dagger.

Sanji’s hands momentarily still, the utensil he holds clenched a little tighter. His jaw tenses, and a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a forced smile. Inside, jealousy ignites like a sudden spark in the dark, consuming his thoughts and sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

In that moment, the carefully constructed facade of calm shatters, revealing the turmoil within. Your words hang in the air, that damn nickname, a painful reminder of the insecurities that gnaw at his soul. He struggles to regain his composure, to push back the rising tide of jealousy threatening to overwhelm him.

But despite his efforts, a crack has formed in his chivalrous armor, and he knows that once unleashed, jealousy is a force that's hard to contain. With a forced laugh and a shaky exhale, he busies himself once more, hoping to drown out the tumultuous emotions that threaten to consume him whole.

“It doesn’t bother me, beautiful,” he murmurs, more so to reassure himself, “I know you’re all mine.”

“Are you sure, Sanji?” you press, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, idly twirling a strand of hair between your fingertips, a deliberate gesture intended to stir his interest. “I don’t know, Zoro’s really been grabbin’ my attention lately.”

Sanji continues to cook, the simmering jealousy within him only grows more pronounced, like a pot left unattended on a blazing stove. Each word that leaves your lips fuels the fire, each syllable stroking the flames of his insecurity. He reaches for another cigarette, his hands trembling slightly as he lights it, the flame flickering in the dimly lit kitchen. The smoke curls around him, a tangible manifestation of his inner conflicts, and he takes a long drag, hoping to find solace in its bitter embrace. He clings to his kind side, outwardly at least,

“A wonderful woman like you has many admirers, I bet.”

He smiles but grits his teeth, the cigarette dangling from his lips like a lifeline, a futile attempt to quell the storm raging within him. The scent of burning tobacco mingles with the aroma of spices and sauces, a bitter undertone to the dishes he’s preparing.

"He'd never love you the way I do," the chef mutters through clenched teeth.

The remark is so subdued that you almost question if you heard it, but the tight grip on his wooden spoon, stirring with such sudden intensity, confirms you’d heard him correctly.

A smirk tugs at your lips. He's jealous. Bingo.

“What’s that, cook?” you jab, “Did ya say somethin’?”

That nickname again, it slices at his heart. He’s been worn thin, and you’ve stretched him to his breaking point.

With a sharp exhale, Sanji stubs out his cigarette, the ember extinguished with finality.

Slowly, he turns to face you, the simmering jealousy that had been gnawing at him now burns brightly in his eyes, an unspoken challenge in their depths.

His movements are deliberate as he approaches, each step echoing with an air of quiet intensity. There's a newfound resolve in his demeanor, a steely determination to confront the source of his unease head-on.

As he stands before you, the tension in the room is palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Yet, despite the storm raging within him, his voice is steady as he finally speaks, his words laced with a quiet authority that brooks no argument.

“I said,” he begins, “That moss-headed loser could never love you like I do, y/n,” he rasps, making you gulp dryly. His expression is authoritative but not unkind as he looks down at you.

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, caught off guard by the unexpected intensity of his presence. It's a stark reminder that beneath his gentle exterior, lies a depth of strength and resolve you hadn't fully appreciated.

As you take in his determined expression, a flicker of admiration sparks within you mingling with the lingering shock. You realize that this is a side of him you’ve only glimpsed in passing, a facet of his character that demands your attention.

Despite the initial shock, the playful, devilish side of you creeps in once again, up your spine, taking root in your skull.

Leaning in close, your breath tickles his ear as your hand glides up his toned arm, coming to rest gently on his shoulder.

"I believe it's time you remind me who I belong to," you whisper, your voice laced with a playful yet provocative undertone.

The chef feels a tremor run through him, a reaction to the proximity of your touch and the suggestive tone of your voice. His muscles tense beneath your hand as it trails up his arm, a subtle yet undeniable gesture that sends a shiver down his spine.

Despite his efforts to maintain composure, he can feel the telltale flush creeping up his neck, coloring his cheeks with a rosy hue. It's a familiar sensation, one that often accompanies your playful advances, yet it never fails to catch him off guard.

His heart races in his chest, the rapid thud echoing in his ears as he struggles to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. With a shaky exhale, he finally manages to muster a response, though it comes out as little more than a breathless murmur.

"Y-Yes, of course," he stammers, his words faltering as he meets your gaze. It's a vulnerable moment, one that exposes the depth of his feelings, and he can't help but feel a surge of both exhilaration and apprehension at the prospect of revealing his true desires.

But beneath the surface tremors and flustered facade lies a steadfast determination, a quiet resolve to seize the opportunity before him and lay claim to the love he knows is rightfully his. And as he gathers his courage, he silently vows to show you, once and for all, just how deeply you belong to him.

In an instant, he’s closing the distance, placing his hands on the countertop on either side of you as he crashes his lips onto yours.

His kiss is urgent, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own, and though his lips are slightly chapped and carry the faint taste of tobacco, you find yourself equally eager, reveling in the sensation of having him exactly where you wanted him—jealous and possessive.

You moan softly into his mouth as his gifted hands find their place on your waist, slender fingers softly digging into your warm skin.

Aiming to rile him up even more, you take the opportunity to take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging softly on the tender flesh, earning a hearty moan from the man before you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, sliding his hands up your body to grasp at your tits, molding the clothed mounds in his soft hands as his hot tongue snakes its way into your awaiting mouth.

You mewl out at the sensation, a sound that excites the chef beyond belief. You wrap your arms around his neck as your tongues dance together, desperately attempting to get closer to him, to meld into one.

He pulls away, making you whine out at the loss. He pauses a moment, to gaze at you, your blushing face, heaving chest, it's almost too much to bear. He’s quick to connect your skin again, swiftly attaching his lips to the sensitive, untouched flesh of your neck. You whimper at the feeling of his hot lips on your body, the sensation is new and intoxicating, instantly causing goosebumps to bud all over your needy skin.

One of his hands slides up to gently hold your chin as he continues to kiss down the column of your neck, making you softly tilt your head back to give himself more access to your flesh.

“Good,” he rasps against your skin in between kisses, “Just like that, my love.”

The gesture is simple and gentle, but it exhilarates you, the chef is always kind with his touches, but tonight, he knows he’s in charge.

Weak, breathy moans and whines escape your lips as Sanji continues to kiss and nip down your neck, to your collarbones, then your chest. He pauses here, of course, taking his time with each breast. He’s devoted, tracing the contours of your body with reverent hands, his touch tender yet possessive, as if committing every curve and crevice to memory. He hooks his slender fingers beneath the hem of your shirt and shoots you a questioning glance. With your nod of approval, he lifts your shirt over your head slowly, savoring the way your curves are steadily revealed to him. His breath catches in his throat, and his heart pounds in his chest as he takes in the sight before him, drinking in every detail with hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Sanji whispers, awestricken.

Your cheeks flush a deep crimson at his words. While you've grown quite accustomed to this love-sick chef’s constant compliments on your beauty, this time feels different, as if his words carry a weight of sincerity and authenticity that pierces through his usual flattery.

His fingers linger over every inch of your skin, worshipping you with a fervor that borders on obsession. He revels in the warmth of your flesh beneath his fingertips, the way you respond to his touch with a soft sigh or a shiver of pleasure.

His hands are practiced and skilled, taking their time with your skin the same way he does preparing a plate. He carefully slides his hands up and down your bare torso, tracing your dips and curves with precision. His touches are slow and meticulous but they’re perfect, the right pressure in all the right spots. As if he’s taking his time selecting the finest ingredients, he takes in every aspect of you, savoring each nuance and subtlety.

He reaches around you, using just one skilled hand to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders and down to the floor. You gasp softly at the sensation of the cool kitchen air hitting your bare chest, your nipples hardening instantly. He’s kind, picking your bra up off the floor and placing it on the counter before returning his attention back to you.

He waits for a moment, taking in the sight before him. His skin is hot and his cock aches in his ever-tightening pants, but he’s dedicated to pleasing you, determined to worship every inch of you before he lets himself get off. He leans down, hot breath against your hardened buds as he speaks,

“You’re so perfect, y/n,” he whispers against your skin before taking your nipple into his mouth, making you toss your head back and whine softly at the sensation. His mouth is hot around your cool skin, and his tongue is no different, melting you as it swirls slowly around the stiff bud.

“Oh, Sanji-” you whine, your hands flying down and finding themselves in his blonde locks, fingers lacing in the strands as he continues to suck on your breast.

“Mm,” he moans softly before pulling away, just momentarily, to return to your other breast, rewarding it with the same wonderful treatment.

As he sucks and licks at your breast, his hand grants the neglected one with attention, squeezing it softly, rolling and pinching your nipple in between his talented fingers.

The sensation is beyond pleasurable, allconsuming, even, and you feel your core aching for more, dampening your panties.

“Sanji,” you whine, making the chef pull away to look up at you, “I-I need more,” you beg, “Please.”

The man's cheeks flush with a surge of blood in response to your plea. He's taken aback, but undeniably aroused; what sort of man would he be to deny your desires?

“Say no more, my love,” Sanji purrs, instantly sinking to his knees in front of you.

His newfound position ignites something within you—a testament to his unwavering devotion, his fiery passion. As you gaze down at him, the man on his knees before you, ready to fulfill your every desire, it's a powerful reminder of his dedication to your pleasure. It makes heat tickle your skin and take root in your aching cunt, your body slightly trembling as it prepares itself to be pleased.

Sanji’s preparing, too, eyes wide and pupils blown with lust, his mouth watering as he awaits your taste. He loops his fingers beneath the waistband of your skirt before giving them a gentle tug, pulling the fabric down your thighs to pool at your feet.

Part of him wants to wait; oggle you for a moment, your trembling thighs, your slick crotch, but the other part of him, the determined side, overpowers this fleeting yearning, making him to instantly lean forward to plant a gentle, yet firm kiss to your clothed slit.

The sudden sensation causes you to throw your head back, eyes screwing shut as you tug at his strands.

“Mm, Sanji,” you whine, “Please, more.”

Despite his jealousy pangs, he's still a giver in every sense of the word; he knows his head is meant to be slotted between your trembling thighs. And so, he gives in to your pleas, looping a finger beneath the crotch of your soaked panties to tug them aside. He immediately leans forwards, planting another kiss, this time to your bare cunt.

“Fuck,” you inhale shakily, instinctively spreading your legs to give your lover more access to your intimate parts.

“Mmm,” he lets out a pleased noise at your eagerness, granting you with a long, wet stripe of his hot tongue to your needy slit.

“Fuck,” he rasps against your cunt, his words sending vibrations up your body, “Divine,” he groans, licking once more, “You taste divine.”

You moan again, needier this time, more breathless,

“That means a lot, coming from a chef,” you smirk playfully, earning an amused chuckle from the man between your legs.

Sanji continues his gentle assault, his skillful tongue moving up and down slowly from your aching clit to your needy hole, groaning in pleasure as he works.

Your limbs are shaking so you try to ground yourself, planting one palm firmly on the countertop while the other rests on Sanji’s head, your fingers tangled in his golden strands. As he continues to swipe his tongue along your slit, he takes one of your thighs into his hand, lifting your leg so you can rest your foot on his shoulder, allowing you take some weight off your feet, and in turn, allowing himself more access to your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you moan in pleasure at the gesture, the newfound sensation of Sanji’s tongue stimulating new parts of your cunt making flames of pleasure lash at your skin.

He takes one more solid lick upwards before latching onto your clit, suckling skillfully on the pulsating nub.

“Sh-Shit-!” you curse, throwing your head back, tugging harder on the strands of hair between your fingers.

You instinctively open your thighs, desperate for more, knuckles growing white as your grip the countertop harder with each suck to your clit.

When you open up for him, he brings his dominant hand up, gathering your essence on the tips of his middle and ring fingers before slowly pushing them inside you.

You let out a weak whimper as he pushes his digits inside you, grinding your hips against them.

“Fuck, Sanji-!”

The pace at which he’s suckling on your clit never falters as he begins pumping his slender fingers inside you. They’re gifted things, perfecting cuisine for years, now deep inside you, pulling you further towards your orgasm with each pump and curl.

He curls his fingers with each pass to hit your sweet spot, stars dancing beneath your eyelids as you feel yourself starting to become deliciously overstimulated.

He’s just as desperate as you, sensing you’re close, he begins sucking on your swollen clit more feverishly, pumping his fingers in and out of you with a heightened intensity, hellbent on getting you off, to make you gush on his tongue, to allow him to taste everything you have to give him.

It pays off, and suddenly, you’re a trembling mess, shaking beneath his touch, struggling to hold yourself upright as he maintains his sinful efforts.

“Sanji,” you mewl breathlessly, chest heaving up and down as you struggle to maintain your composure, “I-I’m so close-”

Your words hold sway over this eager man, and he redoubles his efforts to please you, relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out of your throbbing opening, groaning softly against your clit as he continues to suck on it.

Pleasure washes over your instantaneously, making your limbs feel numb and tingly, your orgasm hitting you harshly, white and hot, overpowering, head-spinning.

“Sanji-!” you let out a loud moan, voice trembling as your peak rushes over you.

“That’s it, my love,” he purrs, “Give me all you’ve got”

He laps up everything you’ve given him, as if it was his lifeline, your essence clinging to his chin as he rises to his feet.

Your face is red and flushed, mouth hanging slack as you gasp for air, but before you even have time to catch your breath, the chef’s lips are on yours again. His tongue is rougher this time, more needy, you can tell he’s aching, aching for more.

“Sanji-” you whine needily into his mouth, “Sh-Show me,” you let out a shaky breath, “Show me who I belong to.”

And just like that, you feel the gentle tug of a smirk on your lover’s lips as they’re pressed against yours.

He pulls away slowly, something different in his eyes as he looks down at you.

With deliberate movements, Sanji’s hands glide over the fabric of his suit jacket, his fingers deftly working the buttons until the garment slips from his shoulders, pooling at his feet. Each motion is executed with a sense of purpose, as if shedding the outer layers of his attire is a symbolic gesture, a stripping away of the barriers between him and the object of his desire.

Beneath the jacket, his white dress shirt clings to his skin, hinting at the contours of his lean, muscular frame beneath the fabric. With practiced ease, his eyes never leaving yours, he unfastens the buttons one by one, revealing slivers of bare chest with each exposed inch.

Your breath hitches in your throat as the intricate details of his body are revealed to you; he’s thin, but toned, skin pale and smooth, untouched by the sun. He’s beautiful.

He stands before you, exposed and vulnerable, yet radiating a quiet confidence. There's a rawness to his demeanor; he’s willing to do whatever it takes to prove his devotion to you, to show you who you belong to.

He moves forward again, pressing his soft lips to yours as he slowly busies his hands with his belt buckle.

With each swirl of his tongue around yours, he makes progress with his belt, eventually removing it entirely, placing it on the counter next to you.

Soon enough, he’s sliding his pants down his legs, boxers too, making you gasp slightly into his mouth as his cock is revealed. It’s lengthy and slender, pretty, even, tip flushed a rosy pink and weeping precum.

You breathe shakily into his mouth, placing your hands on either of his toned shoulders, grounding yourself, “Please, Sanji,” you whine.

A smirk tugs at the chef’s lips as he obeys your plea, gently lifting you up to make you sit on the counter. He takes one of your legs and lifts it up, making it bend at the knee, your ankle resting on his shoulder.

Your face flushes at the lewdness of the situation, testing your flexibility as you sit nude on the kitchen counter, leg dangling over the chef’s shoulder.

Sanji lets out a shaky exhale as he takes his throbbing cock in his free hand, bringing his hips forwards to align himself with your entrance.

He shoots you a tender glance, “Are you ready, beautiful girl?” the kind man asks softly.

Locking your eyes with his, you nod, offering a soft smile,

“Ready,” you lean forwards, whispering against his warm chest as you prepare yourself for the intrusion.

Sanji slowly begins swiping his leaking, rosy tip up and down your needy cunt, making you moan softly against his flesh.

He brings his tip downwards to gently prod at your opening before pressing in, hissing through gritted teeth at the tightness of your walls sucking him in.

“Fuck, my love,” he rasps, his grip tightening on your leg as he continues to press in.

“M-Mmm, S-Sanji-” you moan shakily stumbling over your words as you slowly become accustomed to the stretch.

You reach around to dig your nails down his toned back as he finally bottoms out, making the two of you moan in-sync.

You both chuckle softly at the symphony, and Sanji begins, bringing his lean hips back to thrust into you slowly, carefully.

In an instant, he’s filling you entirely, the tip of his length cock coming forward to brush against your g-spot with each pass, making your skin tingle with pleasure.

“Fuck, Sanji,” you curse, nails raking down his back as he fucks you tenderly.

He’s groaning, face flushed red and chest heaving up and down as he gazes down at you, astounded by your body as his cock stuffs you full.

He’s gentle, petrified of hurting you, so he continues as he is, softly and carefully, bringing his free hand down to rub gentle circles against your aching clit.

In the same way a this chef meticulously crafts a culinary masterpiece, he approaches making love to you with a similar intensity, his obsession akin to the creation of a tantalizing dish.

The position you're in--your leg still up on his shoulder-- allows him to get as deep as possible, and although the sensation is welcomed, it’s simply not enough.

You want this gentle man to rail you, to make you come undone beneath him as a result of his skilled cock and brutal thrusts.

And you know just how to make that happen.

You lean forward to whisper against his chest in between moans,

“I wonder if you can fuck me harder than that swordsman could”

And just like that, something changes inside Sanji--a switch flips, a flame ignites-- soft, gentle Sanji retreats, and something new emerges from within him, just like you wanted.

In an instant, he brings his hips back to grant you with a particularly brutal, harsh thrust. His cock slams into you, battering your walls. The sudden intrusion makes you throw you head back and let out a weak squeal, but his pace only increases, thrusting in and out of you with a newfound brashness, his tip bullying your cervix relentlessly with each pass.

He’s brutal, strong, groaning through gritted teeth as he gazes down at you, watching you take his cock over and over and over again, tilting his gaze downwards to watch as your cunt greedily accepts every inch.

“Fuck you harder than this?” he groans, letting out an amused tsk as he continues, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together harshly dismissing all other noises in the kitchen.

“Fuck, Sanji-!” you whine, screwing your eyes shut as sparks erupt beneath your lids. It’s almost too much, but you asked for it.

“That’s right,” the chef groans, “Say my name”

Your face flushes a darker rouge at the lewdness of his words, you had never heard him speak like this before-- hell, you didn’t even know he was capable.

Your chest is heaving and your mouth and tongue are hanging slack, and your strands of hair sticking to your forehead from your sweat as you take his harsh thrusts, mind flooded with only visions of this sinful chef and his gifted hips.

“Say it,” he groans again, picking up his pace once more, pounding into you mercilessly, now, “I wanna hear it from your mouth,” he rasps, “Say you’re all mine”

Through weak moans and heavy breaths you oblige, your head growing numb as the chef brutally rails you, “Sanji-!” you cry out, “I’m all yours, S-Sanji!”

A smirk tugs at his lips and his grasp tightens on your raised leg as he continues, still rubbing tight circles into your clit as his cock abuses your walls.

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji-” you whimper, his name falling from your slack mouth like a needy prayer, in time with each of his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he groans smugly, “Don’t forget that name, y/n,”

“You belong to me.”

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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Break the Record

Dom!Eddie x Sub!Reader

Description: Just Eddie, making you orgasm. Over and over and over...

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll bite your nose off, fem!oral receiving, fingering, squirting, just straight up porn without plot what can I say.

A/N: I... I don't even know. I'm a freaking mess. This is straight up porn #sorrynotsorry. Reblogs and comments are integral to my well being at this point.

500 words

Masterlist

"Eddie fuck me, Jesus Christ!"

Eddie's head remains buried in your cunt, as it has done for the past hour and a half. Lapping, kissing, mouthing at your most sensitive area, giving you all he possibly had to give and then some. You can say for certain that he has made you cum at least six times now, but he was aiming to break the record. That might be nine; you had zoned out at about seven the last time.

"I know you've got more in you baby, let me feel it baby please." Like you were doing him a favour, hot breath on your cunt, he begged to feel you release on his tongue again. The air is heady and sweet; the room smelled so much of sex it was palpable; you could almost taste it on your own tongue.

The sexual charge that flickers through your nervous system takes over. Unable to control the feeling for much longer, your legs quake around him, threatening to clamp down on his head.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!'

You melt into the feeling, releasing into every nerve, a lapping tidal wave of emotion passing through you.

Eddie's head pops up, chin covered in your slick.

'That's seven sweetheart, doing so good for me!"

His face is illuminated, so proud of his baby, as he dives back in to elicit even more pleasure from you.

"Eddie, baby please I can't anymore-"

"I think you're holding out on me princess," Eddie pouts, moving two thick fingers into your pussy, curling into your G Spot with ease. You whimper, broken noises spilling from your mouth. "Come on, two more baby, I know you can."

He pushes his two fingers into your heat with force, tongue darting out to circle your sensitive bud. Pretty soon the overwhelming feeling of pleasure overrode your weak protests.

"Fucking hell Eddie, Ohmygod!"

You can hear the squelching noise before it happens, your wetness being forced out of you, making a sopping mess of the mattress. Your cunt clamps down on his fingers as your release coats his skin.

Eddie looks at you, wide eyes filled with wonder. "Fucking hell, sweetheart, you squirted! Shit," he's in awe, tongue dipping in to taste it. "Think you can do that again for me?"

Eddie doesn't stop for an answer, fingers moving, curling into you, using the full force of his arm.

"Eddie, oh my God!!" You clench around him, babbling nonsense. Every nerve is singing out to him. You want him to stop and you want it to go on forever. Your pulse is deafening in your own ears. All of a sudden you scream his name, writhing in his grip, cumming harder than the last time. You rock onto his hand, trying to get the feeling to last as long as you can.

"There it is, fucking hell you are so hot, one more, I promise, one more and we beat the record, you wanna come one last time for me?"

@munson-blurbs @eddiesprincess86 @corrodedhawkins

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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Aiming for Cupid (Dream of Endless x Cupid!Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x Cupid!Reader

Word count: 12.8k

Summary: There are a few things you and Morpheus have in common, you both get obssessed with love, you are to fowards with love and you have your heart broken in the name of love. Maybe it would be a good idea if you ended up together? Maybe? No?

Warning: Obssessive love, reader does not shut up, cuestionably outfits, Dream being a stubburn man who falls in love quite easily, awkwarness everywhere, bad greek mythology knowledge

A/N: I had this idea stuck on my head since sunday and this was suppose to be a small little cute thing around 500 words :’)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

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Part 2

“ My life before you was a mess

Couldn't win one round of this chess”

- TOMORROW X TOGETHER

There is a saying that goes “Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without Cupid.” You hated that saying because it was false, no life would be complete without you, as you took pride in your work to speak for itself. Being the definition of love, the Goddess of Love (in this century, you tend to change each 100 years to keep it exciting) has its perks. You know love at the very deepest core, you treasure it, you would kill and die for love. That’s how you are. You just love love.

But today, you wanted to kill in the name of love. Archie Bodycomb was getting on your nerves. He was a sweet kid, you really love him and you even went beyond yourself to try and help his confidence with love. You managed to ‘accidentally’ introduce him to the love of his life Rachel Cobbledick. Both were awkward on their own ways and on their first date, they just sat there, one in front of the other watching intently at the forks on the table. Yes, you really wanted them to be together, perhaps they were just perfect for each other, but in reality, you loved their last names and decided to play a little with their love life.

They managed to flourish in a beautiful friendship that later transformed in love. It wasn’t easy as everybody was against them to be together, specially his mother, but the more negative responses they got, more obsessed you became to get them together.

And when Cupid gets something on her head, there is no way in heaven or hell, there is no God, who could stop her.

That’s how many relationships last a long time. But the ones that die along the way were because there was no spark that interested her to keep them together. A good example is all the marriages the Gods had along history. Yeah, you were really bored on that period of time.

You began following Archie since he woke up, you watched him get dressed and do really awkward poses in front of his mirror, of course you were cheering him, even though he couldn’t see you, you were helping him get the confidence.

That’s why you were currently behind a bush, a pair of bright pastel pink binoculars glued to your eyes, a bag of candies on your right and a big notebook displayed perfectly to the curious eyes, it had the whole plan of Archie written there, with corrections by your hand so this moment would be perfect and you would made sure of it.

“Come on, come on, come on.” You held tightly the binoculars against your eyes. “Just like we practice Archie, one knee on the ground, yes, yes, perfect.” You gasped horrified. “No! that’s the wrong knee!”

“Having fun today?”

You turned your head to the side, binoculars still pressed against your eyes. “Hey Death!” You loopily smiled.

“Hey Cupid, is there a reason why are you behind a bush?” She kneeled at your side, her fingers tapped the binoculars. “Nice glasses.”

“Oh! I’m on the job, you know, Cupid’s never rest and all…Thank you very much by the way, got them at a sale somewhere in the world. Love your outfit, it’s really gothic!” You turned your attention back to the couple, apparently Archie wasn’t doing so good, he managed to lose the ring. “Damn it Archie.”

“Friends of yours?” Death asked you, now completely absorbed at the couple as well.

“Friends? No, no, but Archie over there was planning his proposal for the last 7 years and today was the lucky day, not for him, he completely sucks at preparing things but that’s why I am here, to watch and to laugh.”

“Ah.” Death nodded understanding, “So this is the reason you are behind a bush?”

“Well, of course! Thank you for asking, by the way, she’s going to say yes anyway, she loves him to much, even though they both are a disaster on these things.” You sighed tiredly. “One would think that my presence would help but sadly that’s not true, I mean, yeah, it’s running smoothly but not perfect, I blame his mother, she wanted to come. Crazy lady.”

You both sat comfortably on the grass, the bush still hiding you from the sight of the others, not really helping as you were invisible to the eyes of the humans, but you love the theatrics of these situations.

“Come on Archie, you got this man, you already had years of practice.” You silently encourage. Your hand grabbed a bag from your right, you gave it to Death. “Here! I got these, they were on sale, they’re lemon, really good.”

“Thank you! What are they?”

You hummed. “Don’t know, the nice old man just wanted them gone, probably they are expired but still good.”

Death watched the bag, slowly putting it on the floor. “I’ll have some…later.”

“Suit yourself.” You grabbed a few and popped it on your mouth. “So! Is there a reason you are here? Are you here for Archie and Rachel? Please don’t. They took me too much time to get them to tie the knot.”

Death laughed softly at your devastating face, her eyes glancing at the couple, they were now on the ground, both looking for the ring. Thankfully it wasn’t raining. “Don’t worry, not here for them…Actually I wanted to come see you, you know I miss you, you need to visit more often.”

“How sweet! I miss you too always, and I love talking with you, but you are here for something specifically, sooo…come tell Cupid how can I help you, is it love? Do you need a spark? I can do that easily, but shh, shh, shh, Archie finally found the ring!” Your smiled widened, “Come on man! Just say the phrase!”

“It’s about my brother.” Death said, ignoring your grunting, clearly you weren’t paying attention to her.

“Maybe he just needs me there, would it be so bad if I go there and asked her to marry him? I mean, what’s more romantic than having Cupid asking your hand in matrimony?”

Death turned her head to the now disastrous situation. Apparently Archie hit their foreheads hard enough to knock them back to the ground, you began standing up, ready to intervene but she stopped you. You turned at her confused.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to intervene in this situations Cupid.”

“Yeah, yeah, semantics. But, if we are speaking in terms of rules…I am not breaking anything, besides, those are my rules, I ruled them so hard, and he needs help! That pains me so much Death!.” You pouted at her.

“Maybe you just need to take a deep breath and wait…look.” You turned towards the couple.

In your crisis, Archie managed to propose successfully to Rachel and now they were kissing on the grass.

“Gross.” You gagged in disgust. “Even for Cupid, there is too much tongue. You were saying?”

Death sighed, she knew how distracted you could get with love and she was trying to find a soft way to ask for your help and not get offended.

“I wanted to talk about my brother.”

“Huh, you do have a lot of brothers Death, and sisters, you have a lot of those two.” You begin counting her siblings on your hand. “There’s you and Desire and the other one, the one with the thing that does stuff, the one with a book, also that other one and the other other one.”

“You don’t remember our names, do you?”

You bit your lip smiling, shrugging. “Well, I have to remember millions of names my sweet, sweet Death, of course I tend to forget things, it would be kind of you if you tell me what brother are you talking about.”

Death stood up, offering a hand at you, you gladly took it. “It’s about Dream.”

You interlaced your fingers together and making your hands swing back and forth, you began humming, your mind trying to remember who this Dream guy was, to be honest, probably he wasn’t interesting as his face wasn’t in your memory. “Dream…Dream…Dreeeaaam…I do know Desire, we went for tea last week, so that sibling is out of the question, Dream…okey I don’t know who is he.”

Death laughed at your words, you amused her. “You know Dream, he’s tall, always serious, his face is always pouting in pain, you could even say he is the definition of moodiness”

“Mmmh,” You hummed, still lost in thought. “Not ringing a bell, sorry friend.”

“He has more heartbreaks than love stories.”

“Oh! Yeah! Of course I know Dream! Aww, I love him to pieces, always have a blast when he’s in love.” You turned to her excited, grabbing her other hand and beginning to jump happily. “He’s such a cutie pie when he is in love.”

“Yeah,” Death said uncertainly, “About that…”

Your head tilted to the side, “Mmh? Does he need my help again? He could just ask, I’m always opened to help him find love, you should tell him to ask me for some advice, he sucks at love and that’s coming from me.”

“Cupid,” Death sighed tiredly, forcing a smile. “How about we go for something to eat? My treat.”

Your eyes opened wide, a big smile breaking in your face. “Oh! Yes! I was craving cake! Come on, I know a place, there’s this girl I helped find love, you will love the story, it began with a cucumber, a sex shop and crickets…”

You dragged Death across town, talking about everything and nothing, the way was fun at your side, you always have a story to tell, on your way to this particular bakery that you described as ‘the perfect place you would stuff your face and not be upset later’ was full of chatting, mostly on your side, Death tended to simply nod here and there, offer a few comments. You handed her your notebook and the bag of candy you were eating earlier. Claiming that you now were on a break and that notebook was work.

The bakery was cute, it was a single floor place with pastel colors surrounding you, the smell of fresh lemon cookies flooded the air, making you salivate, you entered the store still dragging your friend and sat her on the booth that always were reserved to you.

“I’m going to order, want something in particular? Forget it, I know what you would like, I know you say that it was your treat but now it’s my treat because I haven’t seen you in forever and I won’t accept a no for an answer.” You walked away ignoring the protests of your friend.

Death sighed, her hands rubbing her eyes tiredly, she knew your mood was about to change from happiness to hateful and resentful, that’s how you were and that’s how history never portrayed you, they always thought you were the most charismatic and happiest chubby child with wings, but in reality, you were far off that description.

She shrugged, any wrong words and she would face your wrath, Death thought of Psyche and now she was afraid, she knew your marriage with the Goddess of the Soul, she remembered how disastrous your divorce was and all because of a single petty fight of the two of you. Those were really dark times for love.

You returned happily, little hops accompanied your steps, your pink and yellow dress moving in a poetic way, you really captivated the eyes of everybody there, even Death was captivated by your presence. You sat in front of here and continued your story of how crazy yesterday’s couple were.

“I’m telling you Death, those were the craziest ones, they got married on a field of corn and then begun to make out with the corn.”

“Cupid…” Death tried to interrupt you.

“Okey, yes, it was my fault, they met on ‘the corniest love festival’ from Iowa, but you would think they had another interest besides corn! But no! I think they plan to name their kids Corneshia and Corny, we should totally be there when the kids are born.”

“Cupid.” She tried again with a bit more force. You shut up quickly, your cheeks puffing in embarrassment. “So…What I was saying, Dream.”

“Yes, your moody brother who doesn’t understand relationships, how can I help him, my arrows doesn’t work with you Endless perfections.” You winked at her.

“I need you to stop, Cupid.” Death decided to just be direct and began praying to not offend you.

You blinked confused at her. “St..op?”

Death sighed again, you were really a child. “Yes…Look, I know you love love and you love helping at whatever cost when it comes to finding love.”

You nodded proudly, “Well, yeah. That’s my job.”

Death hands rested on the table, her fingers intertwining tightly, your eyes went to them in an instant. “Well, Dream is known for not having durable relationships, as you probably already know.”

“I know,” You sighed, your hands covered your face in a dramatic way. “It breaks my heart whenever his relationships ends!”

“I know, honey, I do know, but…You need to stop, Cupid, please stop.”

“I don’t understand.” You muttered against your hands. “You don’t want him to find love? Does he don’t want to find love?”

Death took your hands away from your face and hold them softly. “Dream doesn’t understand romance like you do honey, he goes all in, in an obsessive way and then he has his heart broken because he just exposed it.”

“I don’t see the problem.” Your took your hands away from hers, “Love is obsessive, and he going all in it’s romantic. I don’t understand what you want me to do.”

“I want you to stop trying to make Dream fall in love…” Death finally said, it was so quiet you almost missed it.

The room got quiet, Death noticed. She saw your eyes darkened quickly, one of your brows twitching in annoyance, she could tell she fucked up really bad.

“Are you questioning my methods, Death?” You stood up, your presence towered her and for the first time in existence, Death felt tiny in comparison to you. “Are you questioning my work?”

“What?” Death whispered fearfully. “No, no. Of course not! I know how perfect your methods are.” You watched her intently, from the corner of her eye, she could see the other humans lowered their heads in submission. “I’m just hoping you would take a break from helping my brother.”

Your lip twitched angrily. “A…break?” Your voice was serious and demanded submission at your persona, Death quickly averted her eyes, trying to placate your anger in anyway. You were now a very pissed and angry God.

She cleared her throat. “Yes…a break.” Death paused for a second, the room was now silent, even the outside was silent and the eyes of everyone were on both of you, specifically on her, trying to see the mistake she would soon regret. “Look, when Dream falls in love and has his heart broken, it pains me so much because I don’t know what to do.”

“You are saying that I do not do a good job.” You spatted your words with venom. Death nervously swallow.

“You always do a perfect job, Cupid.”

“Eros.” You forced the name out. “One who criticizes my job does not deserve to call me by that name, and that goes for you, Death of Endless, and I suggest you think carefully of your next words before you speak them to me.”

Death got quiet the moment she saw your arch materialized on your hand, a dark arrow ready to be fired. A tremble ran through her back before finally meeting your dangerous glare. Deciding it might be reasonable to let you know about Dream’s imprisonment. “The past one hundred years my little brother Dream disappeared, he tried to catch a rogue nightmare but in the end, he was caught by an evil man.”

You slowly sat down, your full attention on her persona, you put your arch on the table, the arrow still pointing at the Endless.

“He spend one hundred years trapped by this man, he demanded things Dream could not give, so he just trapped him on a glass sphere, alone and believe me that I am not questioning your job, I would never do that, I just need you to understand that what Dream really needs is a break from love so he can heal, he really needs to heal, Eros. Please, as a friend, take a break from him.”

You watched her carefully, your eyes moving across her face, trying to look for the lie, but you only found a tired being, a sister who was looking for her brother. You nodded tightly.

“You want me to take a break…alright.” You muttered, your voice completely different from the moment you entered the store, it was unnatural and weird on your persona.

“I hope it not too much to ask.” Death said, her tone trying to soothe your anger.

“It is not too much to ask.” You responded, still tightly. Your face moved to the left as a waitress slowly made your way to your table, her eyes were glued to the tray she was carrying, not meeting any of your eyes.

“Umm.” She nervously began. “Would…would you like…a few…more minutes?”

“Put the plates on the table and leave.” You answered with no emotion, your eyes returned to Death, who was trying to placate her heart at the feeling of your stare.

The waitress quickly set the plates, this amount of food was way too much for both of you, but she didn’t said anything, she finished fast and leave without turning, her eyes on the ground. A sing of submission.

Your hand grabbed a fork and stabbed it on one of the cakes, the first bite of the sweetness placate some of your anger, the soft satisfied hum you let out was a sign of your mood finally going to a happy one. Death almost got up and kissed the waitress in gratefulness.

“Is it good?” She tried asking. Your eyes opened quickly and a huge smile broke on your face.

“Good? Are you joking?! This is the best cake ever!” You happily exclaimed. The room (and Death) almost sighed in relief at your smile.

Death smiled, grabbing a fork as well. “Can I…?” She motioned at the cake you were happily eating.

You laughed, your cheeks full of dessert. You pushed the plate to her side and she ate a bit, let’s just say her reaction was almost the same as yours.

“So, would it be alright?” Death asked you, trying to reference the topic without setting off your mood again.

“Yeah, sure I’ll take a break.” You shrugged, “Sounds fun.”

Death watched you curiously, she felt your words meant something different but she wasn’t quite sure what they could mean. “Thank you so much Cupid,” She grabbed your hand, you squeezed in response. “This will help Dream so much.”

“No,” You smile widened. “Thank you for this.”

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The first few days of your vacation were hard, you didn’t know what to do as the only thing you were good at was your job. So you spend a few days just sitting on a bench at a park with a bag of tiny donuts and began feeding the pigeons. One donut for them, one for you. Equity.

One afternoon a lady sat by your side, you were currently throwing pieces of brownies to the pigeons, a pile of crumbs were on your lap, but your concentration was full on the birds.

“You shouldn’t feed chocolate to the birds, my dear, that caused them to have heartburn.” She smiled at your dedication, quietly absorbing the outrageous outfit you had on. Orange sundress, purple tights, cowboy boots and two huge bows at each side of your space buns.

“Really? I thought they liked them.” You sadly responded, the five remining ones you decided to shove them on your mouth, you turned to the old lady, your cheeks puffed. You looked like a squirrel.

“Try a baguette next time, a guy usually loves feeding them with that and they seem to love it.” She smiled at your puffy cheeks, she handed you a tissue. “You have a few crumbs on your face, honey.”

You swallowed the brownies, almost choking in the process. “Thank you miss.” You sighed.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

You turned to the lady, your legs quickly thrown at her lap, your head on her shoulder, and your arms hugging tightly at one of hers. “I just…I don’t know what to do, this is the first time I’m taking a vacation and I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed. “My life is my work, what am I without it?”

The lady was shook at your forwardness but patted your head softly. “Oh, sweetheart, maybe you just need to go out there, perhaps if you see the world, you might have what you are looking for.”

“You really believe so?” Your teary eyes met hers, and the lady softened at your sad face. She nodded. “But where should I go? Should I really go alone? That sounds sad.”

“Well, my niece really love this place, it’s a huge park and there is this mouse that it’s the mascot of that place…she always comes back happy when she goes there.”

“Park? Mouse?” You scooted closer to her. “Can I go there?”

The lady nodded, “Of course you can honey, perhaps you need that kind of distraction.”

You nodded along her words, your arms hugged her neck and squeeze it. You got off of her and began jumping in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You and your niece now have my blessing, love will always be on your family till the day I die!” You turned away and began running, now with a plan to enjoy your vacation.

You ended up buying a camera, it was so ugly you fell in love with it. The park was better than how the lady described it, it had a huge castle and lots of princesses, but your mission was finding the mouse, you wanted a picture with it, as the lady describe him as her niece’s favorite.

The mouse was better than you expected, his little red pants was something appealing and he even compliment your mismatched outfit.

“Wow! That’s a cool outfit! Minnie! Minnie! Come look at her outfit!” The Mouse quickly called his friend over. You were overjoyed, happily showing off your aqua leggings, cowboy boots and yellow dress, your hair was cascading on your back, and the big mouse diadem was bigger than your head.

“Oh! How beautiful she looks Mickey! She even has our ears, maybe she’s our family?” Minnie turned to Mickey, you were a few seconds of dying with happiness.

You thanked Death with all your heart for this vacation.

“Mister Waiter!” You called loudly, the bar was busy, a few people were pushing around, one even touched you and your hard stare was enough for him to piss his pants. The waiter came to your side, his face was tired, you knew why, his wife left him for his best friend. “I would like another one of this purpulish drinks!” You softly shake the glass on the air. “Could you add an umbrella to it? And…And…And glitter! Thank you.”

You began eating the peanuts they gave you hours ago, a part of you were actually surprise the park had a bar, but it made sense, the parents of the chaotic children needed to vent their frustrations with drinks, you couldn’t complain as they serve glittery drinks.

The waiter came back with your drink and left without a word, you shrugged and went back to your boot, you were playing with one of the bracelets one of the princesses gave you, it was yellow, perfectly in combination with your purple dress and green tights, you loved it.

You kept drinking even when a shadow towered you. Your eyes moved upwards and saw a guy, he was quite an interesting character, black pants, black sweater, black coat, black unruly hair. His face was seriously looking at you. You swore you saw him from somewhere but you weren’t quite sure from where.

“Eros.” He sat down in front of you, his movements where quiet and you wonder if he was part of a show or something.

You loudly swallow from the straw, “Mystery Guy.” You tried greeting him with the same tone, but you ended up laughing at how ridiculous you sounded.

He looked at you waiting for an answer to whatever question he tried to ask without words.

“Mhm? Have we met before? I think I have seen you from somewhere…Oh! Are you the guy that Elvis tried to officiate the wedding on Vegas? It was so amazing how you ran off with him instead of the girl. Love it.”

The guy closed his eyes for a second, trying his hardest to not say something harsh. “My sister has spoken to you.”

Your head tilted to a side in confusion, the straw still hanging you’re your mouth. “Sister...sister…sister…mmmh…I know a lot of sisters, there are these triplets that wanted to be married with one single guy! Imagine his surprise when they began fighting on their wedding night to be the first to be fuc…”

“My sister, Death has spoken to you.” He interrupted you quickly, not wanting to hear the rest of the story.

Your straw fell, your smile widened. “Oh! Death, I love her so much, such a cutie pie, great taste on shoes…wait a second…you are her brother!” You happily exclaimed. “You are not Desire, obviously, we went shopping last month so you are not them…and that’s it, I don’t really remember the others.”

He said nothing, watching you carefully, his eyes stopping at the mouse ears from the top of your head. You smiled at that and shake your head softly so you could show off your new favorite accessory.

“You should probably say your name,” Your head rested on your hand, hair cascading on your side, the other hand began tapping at the sound of whatever was playing from the speakers. “It is courtesy to introduce yourself before sitting at someone’s table and you know my name so…”

“I have many names.” He said instead, you groaned.

“So do I, believe me, people tend to call me whatever, you want to know the worst one?” You began climbing across the table, your face inches from his, your nose touching his. “Dolphin rider, I don’t even like dolphins!” You sat on top of the table facing him. “Now your turn stranger.”

“Morpheus.” His eyes never leaving yours.

“Mmmmh,” You tapped your mouth thinking. “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

Morpheus sighed, he knew of your antics, all of the Gods knew of them, that’s why the just let you do whatever you wanted, you mostly tired them with your energy.

“Dream of Endless.” He corrected, trying his hardest to stop your hands from placing your diadem on his head. He knew better than stopping you, so he let you just go for it.

“Dream…Dream…Dream…oh! Dream! How lovely to see you, have you done something to your hair? Looking quite delicious…Wait, you need a drink, hold that pretty thought.” You threw your legs at the side of the table, quickly going off. “Mister waiter! Please another one of this purpulish drinks for my friend! Add a little umbrella please, he looks depressed!” You turned towards him, pointing at your diadem. “You take care of that, I will murder you in cold blood if you loose that!”

Morpheus saw you ran off to the bar, you were bouncing excitingly at each step, clearly overjoyed he join you on your drinking time. He never got the chance to properly meet you, only knew of your existence from your attempts on his love life and the words from his siblings, Death and Desire. You were quite energetic, it was proven on how talked and how you moved, you moved like poetry. Like a poet best verse, you were graceful on how you walked, your arms and hips controlled within the rhythm of your feet.

He understood why you were the Goddess of Love, you demanded attention, your whole presence was a delight to the eyes, the way you moved, the way you speak, the way you dressed, you acted purely by love and in the name of love. He was captivated by your whole presence, he wanted you to touch him, he wanted to kneeled for you, to act at your words, he needed that.

Morpheus shook his head, trying to remembered why he was here, he knew that spending to much time at your side was an indicator on why he wanted those forbidden things. He remembered your story, he remembered what would happened if he messed up. Your story with Psyche was wildly unknown to the others, but to the Endless, to the Gods and Goddesses, your story was a warning on what would happened if they offended you.

His blue eyes watched you try to carry a full tray of food, his drink securely on your hand, you slowly put the tray on the table, quickly placing all the plates around him. “Thought you might be hungry.” You smiled at him, he almost returned.

“Eros.” He began, his eyes moving alongside your movements, you sat down in front of him, your hands quickly grabbing one fry and throwing it at your mouth.

“Oh please, you can call me Cupid,” Your head moving happily at the flavor of the food. “We are not there for you to call me love.” You winked.

“Why have you stop doing your duties?�� Morpheus ignored your intent of seduction, his voice turning this conversation in a serious tone. You frown at the tone.

“Stop? I haven’t stop silly.” Your arm traveled across the table, one finger booping his nose. He frown. “I’m taking a break, a lovely recommendation from your dearest sister, have I told you how much I adore her? That cutie pie came to me really worried for my well being that demanded me to take a break, love her to bits, you should eat by the way, too skinny.” You pushed a plate of wings to him.

“You must return, the world is in complete chaos because of your absence.” He pushed away the plate of food, he watched how your mouth twitched angrily.

“I. Said. Eat.” You pushed the plate again towards him, your eyes darkening. Morpheus sighed and grabbed a wing, frowning at the sticky feeling on his fingers. You smiled in victory. “But yeaahh, no can do sexy, I am quite enjoying my free time, did you know that you can take cute photos with that happy mouse and his wife?! He even owns this park! We should totally go take a picture with him, you would love him.”

Morpheus took one tiny bite before putting the wing back to the plate, he hated it. “I believe you have no realice the severity of your absence Eros.” -It’s Cupid- “Cupid, the world is…”

“Completely boring I know, but your sister did make a great point Dream.” You sighed, grabbing the wing he didn’t eat.

“Which is?” He asked curiously.

“I’m not good at my job.” Your voice cracked, Morpheus eyes widened, he clearly didn’t know how to treat you, now imagine his stress when he saw tears forming on your face. He was screwed. He should have brought Matthew for help. “I have failed you Dream of Endless” You grabbed his hand, tugging him to your form. “I have not found love for you and you are depressed because of my failure.”

“What?” He let himself be tugged, his body moved across the booth, now sitting at your side. You throw your legs at his lap and hide your face at his neck. He could feel your breathing.

“I know! I don’t deserve to be forgiven, I’m such a disgrace to the name of love and I don’t know how to fix it, how to fix your love life!” You sobbed on his neck. His hands were harshly pressed on the table, his fingers twitching to touch you.

“Cupid, we do not have time for…”

Your face left his neck, your hands squishing both sides of his face, forcing him to look at your teary face, your eyes were bloodshot and your nose was red, but he found you endearing.

“I promise you, Morpheus.” His body shivered at the sound of your voice pronouncing his name. “I will find the way for you to fall in love and not be heart broken.” You place your forehead on his lips. You really love touching. “I Cupid, swear on my name that I will find the perfect love for you…after my vacation. There still a few places I want to see before returning to the job…You should come with me, you could use a vacation, I’m not accepting a no for an answer.”

“I have no time for…”

You hugged him, “Fine, but you should still have your drink, it’s fruty and has lemon on it.”

“Cupid…”

“I said that you are drinking Dream of Endless or I swear to my name I will haunt your love life and trust me, I can be annoying if I want.”

Morpheus sighed and grabbed the drink, he swallow it on one go. “So good! Right?” His hand softly cradle one side of your face, carefully turning it to his face. “Please, you must retorn to your duties Eros. The world is in complete chaos, the world needs love back.”

You bit your lip, your nose nuzzling his, his eyes closed in content. “It’s Cupid and I know, I know, I would totally love to return, really do, I love the job, I love the people and everything.” You sighed, separating yourself from his grasp. “I am tired Morpheus, when your sister came to me, offended my job and my performance, then tried to sweet talk to me again, I knew I was working way too hard and forcing love when it wasn’t needed to be force. I’m one of the few Goddesses to still working hard enough to make the human lives happy. You know what Zeus is doing right know?” He shook his head. “He’s running a strip club on Canada. And me? I’m working my ass off to make people fall in love. But not for me…”

“I do not…”

“I have failed myself Morpheus, I have failed us.” You grabbed another fry and began playing with it. “We are painfully single, do you have any idea what the humans imagine us to be? To them, I am an obese mythical child with wings and a diaper. You are no different, they even put you on a child’s film, you are yellow and look like the personification of the sun, your sand even looks like cookie dust.” You threw the fry away and looked at him. “We are supposed to be hot Morpheus.”

“You are rambling, Cupid.”

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked him suddenly. Your attention full on his person.

Morpheus didn’t know how to answer that, whatever his answer would be could determinate the direction of your way, if he says no, he and the world would have to face your wrath, but if he says yes, he doesn’t truly know what would happen.

“Have faith to know you are attractive.”

You timidly smiled. “You really think so?”

“If you were not, you would have never become the Goddess of Love.” The way he spoke those words left you speechless, those words were full of adoration, you could see it on his eyes, you were his whole focus, you loved it.

You nodded, the smile was still on your face. You stood up and grabbed his hands. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, you knew he was smiling.

“Very well, I will return to my duties this night…”

“Thank you.” Morpheus stood up as well, his face slightly turned downsides, looking softly at you, he knew how you felt, he felt the same the moment he got out of his imprisonment, when he got his tools back and deal with Rose Walker. He understood you completely.

“I’ll be waiting patiently for Friday night.” You excitedly said.

“Friday night?” He whispered.

“For our date silly, I’ll be the one on black!” You giggled before disappearing on a blink of an eye, leaving a starstruck lord of dreams and nightmares there, still wearing pair of mouse ears.

Morpheus knew he was on a delicate predicament. His meeting with you went without any problem and he ended up with a compromise he couldn’t break. When his sister came for his aid, he at first refused to it, saying there would be no force he could possess that could change your mind. The story never fully described how you were, and his limited knowledge of you was something that provoke fear on his persona.

He sat on the endless stairs, his cape thrown behind him carelessly, a book with your name on his hands, his eyes completely focusing on the words written on those pages, a few moments ago, Matthew even tried to distract him with something banal but wasn’t successful as his boss was absorbed on your history.

The doors opened harsh, hitting the walls in the process, it startled Matthew, who was also curiously absorbed on your history, he turned his head towards the doors, annoyingly watching how Lucienne was running behind Morpheus’s sister.

“I apologize, my Lord, your sister came unannounced and didn’t want to wait.” Lucienne announced, short breaths leaving her form after chasing his sister.

Morpheus’s eyes didn’t stop reading the book, clearly not seeing how distress his sister was. “Do not worry Lucienne, you can leave us.”

Lucienne watched him for a few seconds before nodding, “Of course, my Lord.” She hesitated before leaving them (and Matthew how was now comfortably sitting on his boss head.)

“I am surprised to have you here, sister.” He greeted her, “It is unusual of yourself to come unannounced, everything alright?”

“You have a date with Cupid.” She simply stated, watching how he turned the page around and continue reading it, no paying attention to her and the urgency of that sentence.

“Yes, I believe I do.” Morpheus simply stated. Clearly not seeing the problem at hand.

Death incredulously laughed and Morpheus’s eyes finally turned to her, clearly now having his full attention. “You must be joking, little brother.”

His face tilted in question, “Joking? When have I ever joke, my sister?”

They stared at each other.

“I believe you don’t understand how incredible ridiculous this is, Dream!” She began climbing the stairs. “This is complete madness, Dream, even for you.”

“Explain your reasonings.”

“Oh my…you are really serious.” Death’s mouth opened in shock. “Dream…little brother, you need to cancel it, you must cancel it! You have no idea what are you going into.”

Morpheus closed your book and placed it on the ground with care before appearing in front of his sister, saying nothing. “What are your reasonings, sister.”

“She’s the Goddess of Love! You have any idea how bad this is going to end? Do you?” Death grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a little. “You have to cancel it.”

“Nothing you have said told me why should I cancel it.”

Death gasped incredulously, beginning to pace around the room, her hands grabbing her hair, tugging at it. “I knew you were an idiot but this is beyond madness Dream, she’s Cupid, she’s what helps the world go peaceful when she is happy, you’ve seen her angry, you’ve seen how everything collapses when she gets her heart broken…She took a two months’ vacation and the world was in complete chaos! That should be good enough reasons to cancel the date!”

“No.”

“No?”

“I do believe I have said that sister.” Morpheus pushed past her towards the doors, he felt her following to the outside. Some dreams and nightmares left quickly after seeing how mad his sister was.

“Cancel it.” She demanded with force.

“Why should I?” Morpheus asked again, Death grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

“She is the personification of obsessive and madness love, Dream. If she becomes obsessed with you, there would be no power from anyone that could help you. Not even any of our other siblings could help you.”

Morpheus hummed quietly, his eyes meeting hers, for a moment, a quick moment, Death hoped he would accept and move on. “The answer is no, sister.”

“Dream, no, I’m not asking you again, I’m now demanding you to cancel this date. Cupid is not forgiving little brother and if you continue with this…this…with whatever this is, then story will repeat itself and you will become the new Psyche.”

“Do not compare me…”

“Well it looks like you are willingly happy to go there Dream!” Death was now mad, she hit his shoulder with force. Morpheus said nothing in return, not wanting to escalate this beyond what it already was. “I guess you really want that Cupid-Psyche story to happened again!”

“I do not want…”

“It appears you do Dream! You should have said no! When Cupid asks you something, the answer it’s always no!”

“What would be so outrageous if I accept her advances?” He simply asked, wanting nothing more than for her to leave the Dreaming.

“Yes it would, don’t get me wrong, I am happy you that you want to try again to find love but going out with Cupid is accepting a nightmare, brother. She will demand your attention, your love, everything you have, to her you will become everything and she will hope the same.”

“Why should I look other way besides her sister?”

Death groaned in annoyance. “I forgot how stubborn you were with this, I’m going to put it simply so you can get it on that thick skull of yours. This is what you are going to do, okey? You are going to nicely cancel your date with her, if Cupid decides to be angry, then I’ll come in and help defuse her anger.”

“I believe I have not made myself clear sister, I will not cancel my meeting with cupid, and I would be grateful if you keep these comments within yourself.”

“Dream.” Death tiredly said.

“It is time for you to leave dear sister, I hate fighting with you but I will if I must, this is my domain and you come here to defy me?” Morpheus was now annoyed and angry. Their surroundings became darker and before his sister opened her mouth she disappeared from the Dreaming.

Matthew landed at his feet, watching him curiously, “Oh wow, you really vanish her didn’t you boss?”

“Do not test me Matthew, I am not calm for your sarcastic comments.”

“Yeah, I can see that, but maybe your sister is a bit right.” Matthew softly caw, beginning to fly around him.

“Matthew.” Morpheus warned.

“No, listen boss,” Matthew ignored his anger. “You are indeed going with the Goddess of Love, she’s the definition of love, you know how many movies are made thanks to her and her ideas with love?” He asked and received no answer from Morpheus so he continued. “You need to put a bit more into it boss, woo her boss.”

“Explain yourself, Matthew.” Morpheus’s attention was completely on his companion.

“She’s love right?” Morpheus slightly nodded. “And probably she’s seen everything that the others do to romance someone, right?” Matthew didn’t let him answer. “I would say do something more exciting but that might be a problem because well, you are not a chatty person boss.”

Morpheus closed his eyes exhausted.

“I know! If you want to impress her boss, then you have to go out of your comfort zone, so I would say, take her to a nice place for a nice dinner and force yourself to say more than two words and a few sounds!” Matthew said excitingly. “That would sure conquer her heart!”

And that is why Morpheus was sitting on an uncomfortable booth waiting for your arrival, he was completely annoyed at how many times the waiter came to ask for his order, it was painfully clear how his attempts of flirting with him was.

“It’s been a few minutes love, I don’t think she is coming.” The waiter told him for the seventeenth time. His fingers graced against his coat and Morpheus was trying to not get angry at his advances and angry at you for making him for his lost time.

“Well, it was only ten minutes that I was late and you are annoying my date…Luke.” You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn to you.

Luke’s eyes scanned you and laughed at your choice of clothes, yeah, you came in with a black dress with yellow ducks and yellow tights, so what? You were happy with your choices and you dressed for yourself and for Morpheus.

“Something funny, Luke?” You tightly smiled, “Are you laughing at my face?”

“Oh honey.” He shook his head before turning away, you didn’t let him, your hand grabbing his arm with force, he tried to shook you off but couldn’t.

“It’s sad that you have the guts to flirt on my face.” Your other hand grabbed the side of his face, forcing him close to yours, your noses touched and he saw something on your eyes. “I’m going to tell you what would I do if I were you, I would make sure that this specifically date goes smooth, that everything goes within his plan.” Your hand force his head to look at Morpheus who was sitting watching you curiously. “And then, I would make sure that I was happy all the duration of this date.” You force him to look at you again. “I want a sprite with strawberries, few ice. Thank you.”

You pushed him and watched with a happy smile how he quickly made his way to the back of the place, your hands smoothen your dress before sitting at his side, you rested your head on your hand, smiling at him.

“Sorry for being late,” You sighed tiredly, “I was on my way here, I was almost two hours early! I swear! But there is this couple that are planning their wedding and both of them are disasters and needed my help so badly and I got distracted and I’m so so sorry Morpheus.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Do not worry Eros.” Morpheus squeeze your hand in return, your smile widened and he took a mental note to thank Matthew for his tips on flirting. “And if you wish to speak about the reasons for your lateness, I will gladly listen.”

You laughed, playfully pushing his shoulder with yours. “It’s Cupid silly and if you really want to know I’ll tell you.”

And you began talking, you told him about Archie Bodycomb and Rachel Cobbledick, two people who were born with two left feet and bad luck at their sides, you told him about how they decided to just go on a date without planning and that resulted in Archie getting stuck on a child’s swing. You laughed at how Rachel tried to help by running towards a store and buying some butter and rubbing it on top of his jeans, ruining them in the process.

Morpheus wasn’t paying so much attention at your rambling, focusing on other things, like your movements, your laugh, how your hands hit him softly when you got excited on one of your stories, he saw how you got quieter when the waiter came with your drink, not meeting any of your eyes. He let you order for both of you, saying that you knew what he would like and he nodded in response when the waiter looked at him, his eyes were hopeful for him to shut you up.

“That would be all Luke! Remember the order, that’s how we want it to start.” You handed him the menu. “And I would be happy if you didn’t look at him, he’s mine for tonight, you hear me?”

Luke didn’t responded, opting for just leaving you two alone, on his mind, he was still hoping for Morpheus to leave you there alone. You were crazy.

“He is so thirsting over you so bad,” You gagged, “You wouldn’t believe what he was thinking about.”

Morpheus became curious, “Can you read his mind?” He asked curiously.

“Well yeah.” You nodded, blinking in amusement at his question. “It comes with the job, when you are the definition of love then you need to see and hear everything around them, it becomes annoying sometimes but amazing on other times.”

“Fascinating.”

“You think so?” You grabbed his hands, holding them closer to your chest, “I can do a lot of stuff, you know? Like going everywhere around the world in a blink of an eye, and I know every single human and other amazing stuff that I will happily tell you if you want me to.”

“I would like to know them.”

“No! No, I talk long enough, you should tell me about yourself, I feel the only things I know about you are because of Death and Desire, also all your relationships, again, sorry about them.”

“There is not much to know.” Morpheus stated, this time he was not meeting your gaze.

“What? Morpheus,” Your hands softly turned his face to yours, “if I didn’t find you interesting, I would never asked you for this date, come on! Tell me something.”

Morpheus stared at you before telling you about his life, he started from the very beginning, he told you about his failed romances, even though you already knew them, he told you about his imprisonment, about his quest for the missing tools. He told you that he felt something was missing even though he acquired his power back, and you listened. Your eyes completely absorbed on his words and he felt a pressure he didn’t know he had lift off his shoulders.

The food arrived quickly and neither of you glanced at the waiter, you were to absorbed on each other to notice his leave.

“You know why I always love eating sweet things?” You asked him, munching on a grape. He nodded without words. “There was a time, really long before this, when the Gods ruled the world. I had this small group of believers who truly trusted me, they often let me little altars with sweet stuff…I missed them.

Morpheus offered you another grape and you let him feed you. “What is it like now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not having the same number of believers?”

You frowned, “Well.” You paused, nodding when you had your answer. “I would say is hard but to be honest I am grateful, it could be worse.” You shrugged. “I heard that there are some Gods and Goddess that ended up worse. I do have a lot of job though, people love to be in romantic relationships, but trust me, I do enjoy my work…Do you?”

“Do I?” Morpheus repeated.

“Do you enjoy doing your job?” You asked curiously. “I love my job and I have so many stories that always brightened my day yet sometimes is just too much to handle.”

Morpheus stayed quiet.

“So, do you enjoy your job?” You asked again.

“I do…but…” He didn’t ended his sentence but you nodded anyway. Grabbing his hand once again.

“I know.” You whispered. You glanced at the table, still full-on food. “Do you want to walk a for a bit? We could asked for everything to go, there’s a park near, we could go there…maybe make out a bit, who knows.” You shrugged.

“Do you wish to?”

“Hm?” You turned to him.

“Do you wish to…make out with me?”

“Fuck yeah.” You stood up. “Waiter! Waiter, put everything to go quickly!” You turned to Morpheus. “I’m making out with you so hard you have no idea.”

“Sooo…I heard something quite interesting today sweet, sweet Cupid.” Desire took a sip of his tea. “I heard a tiny, little comment from my sister.”

You hummed, completely absorbed in putting sugar on your tea, at this point it was more sugar than liquid. “You have a lot of sisters, Desire, you have the one with the shoes, the other one, the one with the cute hair, but you also have a lot of brothers! There is the one that does that thing, and the other one that does the other thing, also the other other one!”

Desire looked unimpressed, “Sometimes I wonder if you are faking that or you truly don’t remember us.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your tea, making a disgusted face, “Needs more sugar, miss waitress!” You motioned to come closer when she looked at your direction. “Hi, hello, could we get more sugar? Thank you!”

“Babe, that is more sugar than tea.”

“Well, it still taste sour and that is disgusting. But yeah, I really don’t remember your siblings, I remember you because we are almost always together.” You smiled, grabbing a few cookies. “So, what did you hear?”

Desire teasingly smiled, “Well, Death told me…you remember Death, right?”

“Death…Death…Death…” Your finger tapped your lips, “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Really?” You nodded, Desire sighed. “Curly hair? Black pants? Black shirt?”

“Nope.”

“Curly hair?”

“Nope.”

“You are unbelievable.” Desire took their phone out, furiously searching through the photographs, they smiled in victory, giving you the phone. “Now you remember?”

You took the phone, looking at the girl on the picture. You laughed in delight. “Oh! Yeah! I so know her! She does have great taste in shoes.”

“Huh, she does have great taste in shoes.”

“What about her? You were clearly saying she told you something, is it gossip? Oh, it is! About whom?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Desire smiled cheekily.

“Yes, I would like to know, that’s why I’m asking?” You told him confused, taking the sugar packets the waitress handed you. Starting to pour all of them to your cup.

“You will die with a sugar overdose one of these days babe.”

“Meh.” You taste your tea again, moaning in happiness with the flavor. “You would miss me too much if I die silly, you probably cry and you don’t look sexy crying.”

Desire gasped offended, grabbing your hand and slapping it softly. “I do take offense with that sentence, everything I do is sexy.”

“Meh.”

“You are doing this in purpose, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You ass.”

“Yep.”

“Stop trying to change the subject!” Desire grabbed your cup, “Death told me that you went out on a date with that pathetic brother of mine, and before you are going to say ‘Desire, you have a lot of siblings’ once again, it’s Morpheus,” You opened your mouth. “Nope! Morpheus, Dream of Endless, king of dreams and nightmares, the pessimist ass of this family.”

“Yeah, we went on a date, doesn’t talk much but he’s cute.”

“Baby, I love you so much and I would never die for you, but really?” Desire looked disgusted. “You deserve someone better than him.”

“Like…”

“I don’t know, I’m always questioning your type, but look, I don’t think you should go on a second date with him?”

You frowned, trying to take back your tea, “Why?” You asked, “Did Death say something about that? And don’t you dare lie to me, we are friends, don’t push that.”

Desire sighed, “Yeah, she did mention something about that.”

You stood up angrily, “What did she said?”

“I’m not looking to start drama…”

You looked at him quietly before nodding to yourself, you walked towards the waitress, whispering on her ear before she began everyone to leave, the people were angry but one look at you and decided that it wasn’t worth watching whatever you will do. You walked towards the door, closing it softly, putting the close sign on.

“I will only ask once again, Desire of Endless.” Desire jaw tensed, there was only one time he watched your anger in full display. “What did your sister said?”

“Well…”

“I am not longer in the mood.”

“Fine, she told me she thought you were a tiny bit obsessed when it comes with loving someone and well, she was quite worried about our stupid brother.”

“I see, it would be better if both of whom are we speaking of are present, don’t you think?” You didn’t wait for Desire to answer, your fingers snaping loudly.

The lights flickered wildly, Desire sighed once again, clearly annoyed with your mood changing. Death appeared sitting next to Desire, Morpheus sitting in front of them, both clearly confused at the action, they saw you glancing the door.

“Wha…? Cupid?” Death stood up, not noticing how Desire’s eye where glued to the table. Morpheus sat there quietly, looking around the empty café. You were angry.

“Eros.” You corrected her, finally turning to face them. “I believed we were friends, Death of Endless, I believed I treated you with kindness and you dare to speak ill of me?” Your eyes were flickering with a bright pink.

“Cupid.” Morpheus joined his sister side, not moving fast to not provoke you. “What is the meaning of this?”

Your eyes turned to Morpheus, your anger not appeasing. “Tell him what you told Desire.” You commanded Death, “Tell him the truth.”

“Cupid, that is enough.” Morpheus firmly told you, taking a step towards you.

“No, tell him, Death of Endless, tell your brother what you said before.”

Death sighed, “He already knows what I told Desire.”

“He…knew?” You blink in confusion. “And he did not told me?”

Morpheus grabbed your hands. “It was not necessary as my intentions were always to continue seeing you.”

“Why did they tell you that?” Your focus was on him, “Why are they so afraid of a relationship that hasn’t had happened.”

“Look Cupid.” You turned towards Death angrily, she backtracked a bit, correcting how she addressed you, Desire standing by her side. “Eros, we really care about Dream.”

“No, we don’t.” Death hit Desired harshly.

“As I said, we do care about him and we didn’t want him to be…you know…”

“No, I do not know.” You answered tightly, taking away your hands from Morpheus’s grasp, you walked towards Death and her eyes glued to the ground. “What are you trying to say?”

“Sweetie, we didn’t want another Psyche story to happen, I love you too much but when she divorced you, you became quite annoying.” Desired answered for Death.

Perhaps it was the crudest way to tell you why they were so against of you going out with their brother. Perhaps it was the way that Morpheus couldn’t look at your eyes, maybe he was also thinking that, maybe he didn’t want to be the new Psyche, but why did he accepted your invite? But that was when you remember, you invited him yet you didn’t let him answer you.

“You think…” You began, your voice cracking, Morpheus took a step to you but you took one back. “You think I would hurt him?”

“Yes.” Death softly replied. Morpheus looked at her, his face was hard.

“You don’t even know the story.” You quietly said, your arms hugged your form. “Nobody knows the true story.”

“But that doesn’t mean anything sweetie,” Desire said, their eyes turning soft at your broken form. “Yes, Dream is an idiot and he proudly shows it, but dating you, that would just be mad even for him.”

“Do not speak for…”

“It is true though.” Death interrupted her brother, grabbing his arm and dragging him between her and Desire’s side. “We love you, but you don’t have a great track record with this stuff.”

“Let’s call her then,” You said, your eyes watching them with hate, your fingers snap once again.

A beautiful woman appeared, her body and hair covered with flour and frosting, clearly she was in the middle of something, her eyes looked quickly at the ones at the store, taking a step back when they landed on you.

“Hello Psyche, it’s been a while.” You greeted her, your voice without emotion. “Let me introduce you to them. Meet the Endless, Death, Desire and Dream, your fans, apparently the are on your side even without hearing the complete story.”

“Eros.” Psyche greeted you, her head nodding at the direction of the other three. “You always had a bad time with our meetings.”

You sarcastically laughed, “Yeah, guess I do, you are here for only one reason, take it seriously or you will face a worst faith than my wrath.”

“I see you never changed, what can I do for you?”

“Tell them our story and don’t look for sympathy, you deserve nothing.”

“Always the charmer.” Psyche told you with sarcasm, she turned to the other three. “Well, she met me a long time ago, when she was a man, we fell in love and then we had a fight and we are trying to move forward with our relationship. But Eros is still a bit adamant in not going to therapy. And that’s it.”

You threw a table across the room, the Endless looked at you in shock at your violence, they saw your anger but you never acted on it. Psyche just sighed and decided to sat down, she knew this would take more than a few minutes as your tantrum was just about to begin.

“You are forgetting a key part, my dear ex-wife.” You stood in front of her, your eyes were completely pink, Psyche swallowed, she now remembers what would happened if someone did something completely different on what you asked. “You forgot how you begged me to let you be close to Zeus, you forgot how you became pregnant with his seed and not mine, how you lied to my face, saying they were mine, how you let me held my children, you forgot to said how Zeus came to our home and demanded what was his, that you willingly went at his side, even when I beg for your stay, and when you returned broken how he left you for another one. I needed you by my side, you were my heart, you were my air and you still left me there.”

“Eros.” Psyche whispered.

“You forgot your lies, my dear ex-wife, you forgot how you took my love for granted, you forgot how you had me on my knees for you, I would have given up my life and my immortality at your wish, you forgot how you had me my love, I would have gone to Hades realm at your wish, I would have enter war at your command, I would had made for you a realm only for you to be a queen. You had me Psyche and you threw me away for the highest power.”

“I never wanted Zeus, I was blind my love, I was at my youth and was foolishly thinking nonsense…I always wanted you Eros.” Psyche stood up, her hands cradling your face with tenderness. Morpheus took a step forward, Death and Desire grabbed his arms and force him to stay still. “My heart was yours and it still is, my love.”

“Lies.” You whispered against her lips, not daring to break the space. “You are a liar, you are not to be trusted.”

“Yes I can, I love you Eros,” She kissed your cheek. “This has been too long, I miss your touch but I am willingly wait for you to accept me back.”

You swallowed painfully, “Ask Zeus for it.” You snap your fingers and she disappeared in a pink blink. “You now know the truth.” You turned to them, ignoring how Morpheus was trying to break free. “You are like her, liars. Liars do not deserve my love. Do not look for me, as now you will face her punishment. You will never see me again.” And you disappear.

“Well, that was something.” Death hit Desire once again.

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“Rachel, you totally deserve someone better than Archie, he’s an idiot and her mother is crazy.” You were sitting on her couch, softly patting her back as she was ugly-crying looking at her phone, she didn’t knew you were there but you were giving her some support. “And breaking someone over a text? He sucks.”

Rachel truly believed that Archie was the one, and to be honest it was kinda your fault that the world was going into fire for a second time this year. But you had an excuse, you were truly believing that you and Morpheus would had something special and he was willingly accepting your pace. But siblings suck and you could help to think that one day he would just simply lie like Psyche did.

You sighed, moving the tissues closer to a broken Rachel, still telling her that Archie was a mistake, hoping that she would hear your words and take them as if you were her conscious.

The sound of a raven’s caw distracted you, your eyes watching the tiny window, you swore that the raven was looking at you intently and motion you to go outside. You were beginning to go crazy.

You closer your eyes, trying to ignore the immense curiosity of what the raven wanted to show you, you hated yourself as you gave a last pat on Rachel’s back and went out looking for your possible new friend.

“Raven? New friend?” You called out for the raven, your voice not so energetic as before.

Everything about you was dull, it was like you didn’t believed in love anymore. This wasn’t like the Psyche situation, this was new, you were not angry, you were sad and depressed, even your clothes has lost your sense, you were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, you were so sad that you couldn’t take the time to dress.

“Raven, where are you? If you don’t come here, well I will go inside, Rachel is starting her sad movie marathon and I want to be there when she starts cursing at the hot actor.”

Two pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, you screamed and it wasn’t your proudest moment, you turned and there he was, beautiful and perfect, like the last time you saw him.

“Morpheus?!” You almost hit him on the face, “Don’t do that! I almost killed you!”

“Cupid.”

“It’s Eros, you stop having access to my other name after what happened.” You tried to shake off his hands, but he was putting enough pressure to having you trapped under his grasp. “Would you mind? I am quite busy.”

“You stopped doing your duties, Cupid.” He ignored your offended face, “You stopped me from seeing you.”

“Well, I was just granting your sister’s wish you know, so your welcome, now let me go, I want to stuff my face with popcorn, Rachel is an eater so I have to be fast.”

“My sister has no right to ask on my name.” He snarled, his hands cradling your face, they held if softly and with a quick movement, you could be free but you let him touch you. “You forbidden me to let me see you.”

“Well, you’re welcome, now stop flirting with me with your sexy deep voice, I have things to do…”

“For example?”

You grabbed his wrists, just holding them, not moving them. “Eat, I’m depressed if you hadn’t…”

“I notice, you are not wearing your colorful clothing.” He told you softly.

“You noticed that?” You whispered.

“I always notice, even if you did not let me see you.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head you pushed his hands away from your face and began walking away from him. “It’s better if you leave, your family doesn’t like me, and they’re right, I will demand too much from you, and I don’t think you are ready for that.”

Morpheus appeared at your front, making you crash on his chest, he held you again, his arms tightening around your form. “Do not speak for myself.”

“Well, do what I ask then.” You tried to break from his grasp once again. “Plus, you didn’t said a thing or looked for me, your interest didn’t show up.”

“I was respecting your wishes, stop moving, you will hurt yourself.” He grunted.

“Well, I like the pain and I like to be free so shoo, let me go, you are making a scene!” You exclaimed, your eyes finally finding the raven, “Bird, help me!”

“Matthew only responds to my command.” Morpheus whispered on your ear.

“You told him to spy me!”

“Well, I’m sorry miss, but orders are orders.” Matthew hopped closer to you, at this point you let your body go lack, hoping that Morpheus would get tired and drop you. He didn’t, Matthew was trying so hard not to laugh at both of your faces. “But if I were you, I would listen to boss, he became really mopey and depressed when you guys broke off.”

“We didn’t break off!”

“We do not broke off.”

Both of you exclaimed at the same time, you paused when you realized what you screamed, you didn’t break off but you weren’t together. Your eyes glanced at his face, he was looking at you, you could see the pouting on his mouth, his brows furrowed and the sadness on his eyes.

“Think about this for a second Morpheus.” He almost purred at the sound of his name, Matthew would have so much material to gossip around that he decided to stay quiet. “I am Cupid, I will demand your love for me and only me, are you okey with that?”

“I would like nothing more.” He brought your faces closer, his lips caressing yours, not fully touching, “Give me an opportunity to prove it to you.”

You stared at his eyes, you could see the tiny stars that they held. Your hands rested on his chest and you felt his heart. “It beats for you.” He whispered once again.

“Really?” You tried to close the gap but he didn’t let you.

“Yes.”

Morpheus pushed his lips against yours, your kiss was desperate, you grabbing everything you could, his hair, his face, his neck. He held you closer to his body, humming at your warm touch, he missed you even if your relationship wasn’t even started, his thoughts were filled by you and even the dreams were a prove to that.

He let you go softly, you trying to kissed him again but he only have you a final peck full of love and admiration. “I believe we should marry.”

You stared at him surprised.

Matthew began hopping rapidly towards you, his voice full of shock. “Boss?! That’s too soon! We talked about this!”

“Oh silly, we do not need a wedding.” You laughed at his heartbroken face and Matthews cry. “I am the Goddess of Love, if you want, we could just start saying we are married!”

Morpheus smiled, kissing you again.

“That’s not how it works!” Matthew exclaimed.

“Where is he?!” You entered the library in hurry. “We are so late!”

Lucienne was startled at your presence, the book at her hands dropped to the floor. “It’s good to see you, my lady, are you looking for the dream lord?”

“Yes!” You stressed, “We are so late, Lucienne! There is late and fashionable late, and we are the first one!”

Lucienne watched you pace around the library, she saw your attired and knew that this was important to you, you were wearing a formal attire, completely different from your usual outfits. Your hair was also stylized different, opting for a simple ponytail that was moving wildly at your crazy steps.

“Hey Cupid, looking fancy, going somewhere?” Matthew landed on a table, he watching your dress. “Love the dress, are those stars?”

You stopped, turning to the raven, you smiled with nervousness but still turning around to let him see your dress. “Yes! Morpheus wanted to match but didn’t tell me to what! I had to take a wild guess and now here I am, completely nicely dress, looking so good and he’s nowhere in sight! We are so late Matthew! I’m this close to leaving his ass and going to this wedding on my own…You hear me Morpheus! I’m going alone! I’m going to drink my ass off and flirt with all the single best men!”

Lucienne averted her eyes when she saw an angry dream lord, turning away quickly.

You turned when you felt his hands on your back, your arms crossed and a glare on your face. “We are so late mister. We are so late that probably they have already said yes and we missed it.”

“Apologies.” He offered you his arm. “We are still hours earlier, my love.”

“For you is early, but for me? Morpheus, I am Cupid, I need to be at this wedding.” He kissed your cheek softly, guiding you through the palace with ease. “You think only with one kiss you can win me over?”

“I have already won you over, my dear.” He cheekily smiled. You punch his shoulder.

“Oh, you might have won me over, but making me late for a wedding? It would take more than one kiss to appease my anger.”

“Yes?” Morpheus began pushing you towards a wall, “What should I do then?”

“Stop flirting with me! We are so late!” You dragged him to the door, he happily following you without a word.

The wedding was a disaster and you were beyond stressed, Archie was late, Rachel broke her heels walking down the aisle, the paster dropped the bible. Someone’s phone rang. But they managed to say yes, even though the sound of the mics were off a good chunk of the wedding.

Morpheus didn’t wanted to dance but you force him, threatening him to disappear if he didn’t dance with you.

“It was not a disaster.” He muttered on your hair. “They look happy.”

Your eyes turned to the now-married couple who was dancing on the center of the floor. Archie was smiling so hard even with the dark eye he was wearing. Rachel was the same, she had a bruise on her cheek after she tried to take the mic from her new mother-in-law.

“It could be better.”

“It could, but for them, it already is.” He kissed your hair softly. You hummed in delight.

“Thank you for coming with me.” You whispered on his neck, leaving a quick kiss on it. “And I’m sorry I was such a sucker for weddings.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I would have come even if you never asked.”

“There’s something on your mind, you are quieter than usual and you are grasping quite hard at my waist.”

“Apologies.”

“Why? You know your hands does things to me, babe, manhandle me, it’s such a turn on.” You smiled at the shook on his face. He frowned.

“You are right.” He quietly said. “There is something on my mind.”

“Hm? What is it…Come on! Tell Cupid what can she do to help you, you hotshot.” You playfully winked at him. Morpheus tried to suppressed his smile.

“I want a wedding. I want a reminder that you became mine, I want to be able to a day for us.”

“Morpheus.”

“Choose a day.” He kissed you softly. “Choose a day so you can be mine and I can be yours.”

You nodded, “Alright, I’ll choose a day.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you.

“You know what we should do?”

“What?” He whispered against your lips, his eyes closing in content.

“We should totally have a celebratory-fuck on the bathroom.”

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #dream x you #the sandman #the sandman x you #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #imagine #tom sturridge #sandman x you #sandman x reader

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Lucky Charm

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: four-leaf clover

Word Count: 500

A/N: It's been so long since I've written for Coco but this was such a fun little tidbit to make for him 🥰

There were a lot of things that Coco believed in, but he wasn’t sure if luck was one of them. He was a big believer in fate, that all things both good and bad had to happen to get you where you needed to go. Luck always felt synonymous with chance and that didn’t sit right with him, especially when he thought about you, about the daughter you shared.

It wasn’t until he was elbow-deep in the hood of his car and she came bursting in the garage with a four-leaf clover pinched tightly between her fingers that he really started to buy into it. She was just so little, so excited as she skidded to a stop a few inches away from him.

“Dad!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He looked over at her, stray curls falling into his face as he did. He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you standing in the doorway of the garage and the little girl standing in front of him.

Setting down the wrench in his hand, he wiped his hands off on his jeans before crouching to get to her level. “What’s this?”

“A four-leaf clover!” she said, volume increasing along with her excitement levels. “Mama said they’re good luck!”

A smirk curled his lips as he spared you a glance. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” She moved it closer to his face, almost close enough so that he would have to cross his eyes to try and see it properly. “Here! For you.”

“Me?” he asked with a laugh, hand pressing against his chest in a gesture to himself.

“You!” She pressed the clover against the back of his hand, prompting him to turn it so that he could take it from her. “A good luck charm.”

He chuckled as he looked at it in his palm. “Ah, I got you and your Mama over there—I already got more luck than I need.”

“That’s luck you can take with you,” she stated it so matter of factly that he didn’t have any room to argue the point.

“Guess I will then, huh?”

She nodded, pleased with the outcome. She stepped in and threw her arms around him in a hug before taking off back towards the door. “I’m gonna go look for more! Bye! Love you!”

He laughed, calling after her as he stood up and made his way over to you, “Love you back!” He shook his head as he looked at the plant in his hand then back up at you. “Good luck charm, huh?”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I just told her what it was. The rest was all her.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know if I buy that.”

“You’re a lucky man, Johnny Coco Cruz.” You nodded towards the clover in his hand. “You got the proof of it now.”

He laughed as he pulled you tighter against his side. “Can’t argue with that.”

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Basically, Otto is the main antagonist of HI3. I said antagonist, because while a villain actively wants ill for the main characters, he doesn't want that. He was born in the XV century in Austria, and was the most frail and sickly kid, fifth born of House Apocalypse. He then mets Kallen Kaslana, who instead compliments him and believes in him, and from then on he idolizes her. When they were teenagers, they witness Kallen'a father die to save them, and since the oath of the Kaslana family states to protect the weaks, Otto is then terrified that Kallen will also die the same way. It's then that he unlocks Void Archives, trying to sacrifice his live to resurrect Kallen's father, but she stops him.

Ten years pass and Otto is willing to do anything, even less… ehtic things, to protect her. He also SINGLEHANDEDLY CURER THE PLAGUE. In the XV century. Then she finds out he's doing questionable things and that th Church of Schicksal, founded by the three noble familie Apocalypse, Schariach and Kaslana, is also very sus, nd she flees. In the East she meets Yae Sakura, and they fall in love. But Sakura become sort of a Herrscher (powerful emissaries of Honkai, the main threat of the world) and Kallen has to kill her. She then returns, and sends a letter of excuses to Otto (who never received it) stating that she was wrong to criticize him for what he did for her, when she did the same for Yae. Once back, Schicksal sends her to death, Otto tries everything to stop it, asking her in marriage as last resort (he's always been in love with her, but never confessed because he knew she didn't feel the same, and only wanted her happy). But she refuses, saying that she doesn't want to live if it means being someone else's puppet. So Otto, as the very last resort, asks for help his older sister Risa, who with their newphew was aiming at gaining power over Shicksal. She help, by releasing Honkai beasts during Kallen's death sentence. She tries to protect the people, and ends up dying.

Otto kinda loses it for a while, goes around opening orphanages and taking care of kids, helps the rebellion take Schicksal back from Risa (who was doing even worse experiments), and ends up travelling to the East, to seach for that Immortal who defeated even Kallen, the strongest valkyrie, hoping to find a way to revive Kallen. He mets Sushang, stuff happens, this is the untranslated, unfinished Seven Swords visual novel (where he gets called Raksha and has an outfit similar to HSR) Thanks to VA, he's pretty much immortal himself, but can't revive the dead

For 500 years he protects the world from Honkai. Valkyries exist thanks to him. If humanity managed to fight off Honkai it's thanks to him. All the technologies that allows Valkyries to fight are thanks to him. In the fifties he tries to clone Kallen, and has the clones fight each other, and one refuses to kill another. This clone is Theresa Apocalypse, which he adopts as his grandaughter, and the other is Amber (his secretary). At the same time, the First Eruption happens, and Welt Joyce is the Herrscher of Reason. This is the plot of the Anti-Entropy visual novel. In summary Welt Joyce (welt is literally the german word for "world") is on the side of humanity, but Void Archives does some tricks, and Otto ends up killing Joachim Nokianvirtanen's father, who inherits the core of the Herrscher of Reason from the dying Welt Joyce, thus becoming Welt Yang (Yang is from his mother). Yes, our Welt Yang.

Fast forward in the '90s, the Second Eruption happens, with the Herrscher of the Void, Sirin. They fight, yadda yadda, stuff happens, Welt dies but then resurrects, and not without difficulty humanity manages to kill Sirin. Otto keeps the cores of the Herrchers, because he tries to find a way to make Herrshcers on the side of humanity. At this point, his plan is still to be able to capture the power of the future Herrscher of Death and use it to resurrect Kallen. But an encounter with the Will of Honkai, suggest that this is not the way.

Meanwhile a few years earlier, a descendant of the House Kaslana, Siegfried, has met Cecilia Schariac, they end up together and have a kid, Kiana. Cecilia ends up sacrificing herself to save all Siberia from Herrshcer of the Void, and while she was conscious of this, it was literally her choice, Otto made Theresa, her great friend, think that he killed her with a nuke. Otto tries to find a way to control HoV powers with clones of Kiana, and one of these clones succedes. Little Kiana, of roughly 10 years, decides this clone in a tube must be saved, so her and her father sneak into Schicksal to steal it. Things go horribly wrong, and Kiana gets left behind, almost dead. Otto saves her, and since she doesn't remember anything, gives her the name Bianka Ataegina, aka Durandal. Meanwhile Siegfriend is with Kiana clone, and he gives her the name Kiana, grows her for a while and then leaves to avoid her Sirin personality to emerge. She then goes to school to become a Valkyrie and meets Mei and Bronya. When Sirin ends up awakaning, Otto kidnaps her to Schicksal flying HQ (had she awoken at the school, it would've been a massacre).

She fights, and Himeko's sacrifice awakens Kiana's humanity. She hides away for a while and other stuff happens to other characters. Meanwhile Otto has discovered, also thanks to Su from Previous Era and Durandal, what he has to do to resurrect Kallen. You see, he witnessed many, many parallel universes, and Kallen ALWAYS dies (this is a nod to GGZ).

But to enact his plan he needs HoV powers, and Kiana won't help him willingly. So he devises a plan: in Kolosten, the old Schicksal HQ, he calls everyone. He sends a threat: he's going to reverse time, everyone who's currently in Kolosten will be safe, but everyone else outside will simply cease to exist as time gets reverted back to when kallen was alive. He taunts them all to come and stop him. This is actually a bait, and also his plan B. If the girls couldn't stop him, they'd have no hope against Honkai and future dangers, so 500 more years would be needed. His main plan is to trick Durandal and Kiana to kill him using theyr powers, so he could trascend existence itself.

All the "traps" he devised were actually personalized to each girl and her power, a sort of training. They fight, he gets killed, and manages to reach the Imaginary Tree. There, at the cost of his existence, CREATES new braches of possiiliy to let Kallen live.

His morally grey character has the best writing I've ever seen. His love for Kallen is something so… wonderful, it doesn't fit into romantic nor sexual, he doesn't want her for himself, heck, he doesn't even get to meet her once she finally has a new chance at life. He just wants her happy and safe.

#otto apocalypse #honkai impact 3rd #honkai star rail #luocha #hi3 #hsr #honkai impact

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Day 20 - Prompt: Table @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 500 words

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As the evening wore on, Regulus grew annoyed with Sirius’s impatient twitching. His brother’s leg was on a near constant bounce under the table and he was glancing around as though he was waiting for someone. Sirius was already bored with his company, which did nothing to improve his mood.

“What?” he said, snapping his fingers at Sirius. “What’s with the bouncing and the face?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the ice rink. Mind if we go back?”

“Right now?”

Sirius smirked, then shook his head. “Not when you’re bladdered. Tomorrow?”

“Alright, I wouldn’t mind another go at my routine.”

“I can’t promise James will leave you to it, if he comes along. He’s persistent and he clearly wants you to like him.”

Regulus considered his brother’s words carefully. It still seemed out of character for Sirius to act so nonchalant about this. He’d openly dragged Barty when they were together and actively disliked his one and only boyfriend in secondary. Not to mention, Sirius fully panicked when he saw Regulus with James earlier.

“What are you playing at?” he demanded.

Sirius shrugged and casually reached for his martini. After a few sips, he said, “No game to play. James is a good person. As I said before, I trust him and I know he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Then what was the tantrum in our room about?”

“Reggie,” Sirius sighed heavily. “I was surprised by it, alright? James doesn’t usually go for the ‘menace to society’ types. He tends to chase passionate intellectuals, not moody gits. I mean that affectionately, of course.”

He blinked rapidly, then looked around his side of the booth for this supposed “menace to society” character his brother was seeing. “Pardon? Between you and I, you think that I am the ‘menace to society?’ Sirius, you’re wearing a dog collar and are covered in tattoos while sipping a drink that looks like candy floss.”

“It’s good though!”

“Not the point,” Regulus groused. “If Potter prefers ‘passionate intellectuals,' then why not you?”

Sirius pursed his lips in thought, then took another sip of his absurdly bright pink drink. “Dunno. Never really thought about it. We’re too alike, probably.”

“You never thought about it. Really?”

“Not that I remember. James has always been my best friend first, and a fit bloke second. Does that make sense?”

Regulus aimed an unimpressed look at his brother. “No, it doesn’t. There’s no way that you didn’t notice how fuckable he is.”

“I’m not sure why you’re trying to talk me into it, but-”

“Oh piss off! That was not my point.”

Sirius smirked as he lowered his lips to his drink and sipped noisily from the top rather than the glass. “Fine, I’ll say it. James is too nice. He is not what I want from a partner.”

“Meaning?” Regulus prompted.

“Meaning…the Potters are wonderful, but they’re enablers too. I want someone who loves who I am, but calls me out when I’m being an arsehole. That is not James.”

Next Part>>>

#the marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #marauders #sirius black

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Alterhumanity and Autism (Script)

During my panel at this year's Othercon, I said that I would publicly post my panel's script, and my survey's results onto my tumblr, for easy archival purposes! (There is no way to submit Google Docs to archive.org that I'm aware of...)

This is the panel's script! What I said before the QnA part of the panel. Once the panel recording is uploaded, I'll reblog with the link to it, as well! The results for the survey will also be posted to this account shortly.

Here is the blurb that I originally wrote for the panel, on the schedule:

"This panel aims to explore the relationship between autism and alterhumanity, by looking at the history, the modern autistic community and what real alterhumans have to say on the topic. Why it is that neurodivergency is seemingly so common in the alterhuman community? Is it correlation, causation, or perhaps something in between?"

And, below is the script itself!

Hi, everyone! I am so excited to be speaking at Othercon this year and I hope everyone else is enjoying the 'con so far. My name is Azure! You may also call me Bede, as I answer to both. I like he/him, she/her and bun/buns pronouns, and I am a multitude of things! I am a demon (a fallen angel if you wanna get technical), and my main fictotype is, you'll never guess who based off my names, Bede from Pokemon. Shoutout to any Pokemonkin listening. I've been active in the alterhuman community for around 5 years now, and was the head and sole mod of ‘From Fictionkind’, which is a zine released in 2022, aiming to explore the experiences of those who have a fiction-based identity. If you are interested, you can download it here. (Send link)

I am a grab bag of disorders and disabilities, most of which I won't list, but what is relevant to this panel is that I am, in fact, autistic. Not only that, but I have done, by all metrics, way too much research into autism, and I am an autistic activist!

To preface: although this panel is going to specifically namedrop and talk about autism a lot, I am sure that a lot of different beings can relate to what I am going to talk about today. Not just other neurodivergencies and disabilities, either. Much of what I am going to be talking about today could resonate with any oppressed being's experiences. I welcome all discussion about the similarities of different experiences with open arms!

But, for the sake of transparency, I am not very good at talking off the cuff. So I am going to spend the bulk of this panel reading from a pre-prepared script. If anyone is interested in a transcript, it is available on Google Docs for viewing! I will send it in the panel chat right now, so that anyone who needs to may read along, for word-processing purposes. (Send link) This also means that I am not going to be looking at the chat a whole lot, so if there's something you'd particularly like for me to see, I encourage you to hold it until the end so that I can be sure to see it and give it the thought and recognition that it deserves. All this being said, I still will be looking at the chat occasionally.

To prepare for this panel, I took a survey polling autistic alterhumans, which was taking responses from March 7th to July 1st, so around 4 months. I was hoping for about maybe 90 participants, but that number was blown out of the water with over 500 responses!! I will be going over those results later on in the panel, and will also be referencing the anonymous freeform responses.

The very last point of my preamble here is to warn that this panel may not be suitable for all audiences. This lecture contains extended discussion of ableism, and, while I try to keep the mentions brief, there will be specific talk of disabled folks, including children, being hurt. If you're unable to handle that at this time, that is absolutely fine. Take care of yourself and have a great con!

This panel aims to explore the relationship between autism and alterhumanity, by looking at the history, the modern autistic community and what real alterhumans have to say on the topic. I hope to, perhaps not explain, but look into why it is that neurodivergency is seemingly so common in the alterhuman community, and whether it's because of correlation, causation, or perhaps something in between.

Now, let's start off with a question and feel free to try and guess: What do fairies, aliens, and crystals all have in common? Do we have any guesses?

The correct answer is that all 3 of these things have been used to try and claim autistic children are nonhuman!

Let's get into the specifics, starting from the top with fairies.

The changeling is a form of fairy found in European folklore. Also referred to as an "oaf" historically, a changeling is a fairy that is left in the place of an identical human child, when they are stolen away by other fairies. This is to say, parents believed that their human child was being replaced by an identical fairy child. There were multiple tricks that were thought to fend this off. When you believe you already have a changeling, though... There were less ways to go about that. Historical records and tales about changelings unfortunately imply that the solution chosen for a changeling child was often times infanticide.

Many modern psychologists now believe that most tales of changelings developed in an attempt to explain disabled children. This includes, but is not limited to, deformities, Down syndrome, Williams syndrome, cerebral palsy, and, of course, autism. The fact that boys are more often born with birth defects lines up with the touted belief that boys were more likely to be taken by fairies.

Furthermore, see "regressive autism". This so-called phenomena occurs when a child appears to develop, quote-unquote, "normally", until they start showing symptoms of autism in their later years. Now, what actually happens in these cases is that they never noticed their child's autistic traits until those later years. But the fact that there is still a name for this sudden perceived shift in an autistic child shows the sheer amount of cases there are like this, even today. Now, imagine how bad it was hundreds of years ago, before we even had a word for autism. This "sudden shift" perspective very much parallels the supposed markings of your child being replaced by a changeling.

Second verse, same as the first: aliens. Although the term "starseed" has been picked up in the alterhuman community as a way to describe one's self as an alien, "starseeds", or "star children", didn't originate in the alterhuman community. Their existence is a theory put forth by Brad Seiger in his 1976 book, titled "Gods of Aquarius". It posits that some humans originated as extraterrestrials, and arrived on Earth through either birth or by taking over an existent human body.

Generally agreed-upon signs that you or someone you love is a starseed, according to believers, include that person feeling like they don't belong, being hyperempathetic (which is a sign of autism, despite what the stereotypes would have you believe), introversion, and... Actually, I'm going to quote this in its entirety. In "What Is A Starseed & 50 Clear Signs You Are One", published by The Spirit Nomad, the first listed sign is, quote, "You are highly sensitive. You easily feel overwhelmed and drained when you are in a place with many people and with intense stimuli – like shopping malls, clubs, and networking events. You might also be sensitive to stimulants like coffee, alcohol and even dark chocolate." Endquote.

You think I'm joking about these things just listing autism symptoms. I'm not!

Finally... Crystals. Crystal children and indigo children are both believed to be sort of the next step in scientific evolution, according to New Age circles. More specifically, crystal children are the newest generation, while indigo children were the first wave, from around the 70s to the 90s. I'll just be calling both of these 'waves' crystal children for the sake of simplicity, but know that they are just two waves of the same thing. Crystal children are believed to possess special or supernatural abilities, such as telepathy. Autistic children having telepathy, as we all know, is the plot of Mob Psycho 100.

Signs that your child is a crystal child include high empathy, being perceived as 'strange' by others or intelligent for their age (see the autistic gifted kid phenomenon), and being sensitive to the point of fussing in crowded spaces. It's also said that crystal children may struggle in socially conventional schools, because of their dislike of rigid authority, being smarter than their teachers, and their lack of response to guilt, fear, or manipulation-based discipline. (Read: indirect communication.)

It is actually a noted phenomenon that many parents, when confronted with a diagnosis like a learning disability, ADHD, or autism, will alternatively label their child as a crystal child. Autism researcher Mitzi Waltz noted this phenomenon, and spoke about it in a 2009 issue of The Journal of Religion, Disability & Health. He suggests that parents recategorize autistic symptoms as telepathic powers to attempt to reconceptualize these autistic traits as a part of a more conventionally positive identity. He also puts into words why this can be harmful, stating that parents could refuse to acknowledge their child's impairments, refuse accommodations, and, quote, "transmit belief systems to the child that are self-aggrandizing, confusing, or potentially frightening." Endquote.

Believe it or not, there are actually MORE examples of myths or conspiracy theories that attempt to explain autistic children as nonhuman. But, I will leave it at those three.

Let's take a brief look into modern media now. Specifically, the "autistic-coded robot" trope. A lot of times, when humans try to write robots, or AI or such, they think that they can just take all essential things that make humanity what it is, and take away a few things. Make them not express empathy, they don't get nonliteral phrases, they obviously speak in monotone. We could sprinkle in a little bit of feeling out of place with humanity for flavor aaaand it's autistic. Your robot is autistic. To name some examples of this trope, think Data from Star Trek, or Zane from Ninjago.

This trope is more or less echoed, beat for beat, with the autistic-coded alien trope. Examples of this flavor of the trope include Peridot from Steven Universe, Spock from Star Trek, or, and I'm sorry for anyone who I'm about to violently throw back into 2016 with this, Keith from Voltron.

Because nonhumanity is so often linked to autistic beings by the culture around us, desiring to be nonhuman or connecting with nonhumanity is now a recognized part of autistic culture. We often feel out of place in neurotypical society. Join autistic spaces, and you’ll see jokes like, “What kind of nonhuman did you think you were as a kid?” (In case you’re wondering, the answer is werewolf for me.) Growing up thinking that the reason behind your autistic traits is because you are secretly nonhuman is a common experience. Jokes about desiring a tail and to purr often go viral within autistic spaces, because they are forms of natural and nonverbal communication that shows those around us that we are happy. The topic of nonhumanity within autistic culture is also talked about within professional settings, such as in Kim Duff’s speech, “The Role of Changeling Lore in Autistic Culture”, at the 1999 Autreat conference of Autism Network International.

There is also discussion of how autistic beings oftentimes connect with animals better than with humans. For example, Temple Grandin is an autistic animal behavioralist who has written extensively on how her being autistic helps her understand how animals feel. For example, she speaks in 2004’s, “Animals in Translation: Using the Mysteries of Autism to Decode Animal Behavior”, and in 1997’s “Thinking the Way Animals Do: Unique Insights from a Person with a Singular Understanding”.

In more modern times, we have the 2022 article, “How Autism Connects Me With Animals”, in which Emily Moran Barwick, writes, quote, “I knew how profoundly frustrating, isolating and demoralizing it was to be unable to convey what I wanted to convey. I knew how it felt to never be truly understood. And it broke my heart thinking of what non-human animals were experiencing at the hands of humans; that no matter how desperately and clearly they communicated their terror and pain, they were ignored and discounted.” Endquote.

All of these connections have led to the creation of subcultures created in an attempt to reclaim the dehumanization put onto us. To name one example, voidpunk is a subculture created by tumblr user arotaro in the 2010s, and more or less hinges on this idea. Key points of this subculture include the rejection of the norm, embracing nonhumanity, and comfort in the unknown. In the words of it’s creator, quote, “It’s not the same as otherkin because it’s not really like, “Ah yes, I am a cat/dragon/wolf/that one guy from Homestuck/etc.”, it’s not necessarily something specific, and it’s not necessarily literally believing you’re something other than human. It’s, well, punk. Society puts out a lot of messages about What It Means To Be Human (trademark) that can make a lot of people who don’t completely fit the bill feel lost, broken, alone, or like they’re doing something wrong; Voidpunk is about taking that message of “you’re not human”, making it your own, and throwing it back in society’s face. You say I’m not human? Sure, ok. That’s chill. Why does being Human (trademark) have to be a goal to aspire to anyway? What’s so great about humanity?” Endquote. She then goes on to specifically namedrop neurodivergents as one of the target audiences for the subculture, as well. She also later answers an ask to clarify, quote, “Someone who doesn’t face dehumanization cannot be voidpunk.” Endquote.

So, where does all of this information intersect with the notable number of autistic alterhumans? Well, that’s just the question, isn’t it? Is it possible that alterhuman identity may correlate with those who have identities and neurotypes which are demonized by society? After all, queer beings are common within alterhuman spaces, too. And, if there is a correlation, is there causation there, as well? There are already some terms coined to describe when alterhuman identity is caused or influenced by autistic traits; such as ‘otherspin’, a term for when one’s alterhuman identity is caused / influenced by special interests. Furthermore, ‘altervexo’ attempts to describe identifying as alterhuman out of spite for the dehumanization one has faced. However, to my knowledge, no term has been made or extensive talks had about, voluntary or nonvoluntary, alterhuman identity, as possibly having origins within dehumanization.

So, I set out to have that conversation. As stated at the start of this panel, I ran a survey, mostly promoted on tumblr, from March 7th to July 1st, posing questions to the autistic alterhuman community about their personal experiences, which got over 500 responses! 537, to be exact. I’d like to share the results of this survey with you now. The raw data collected is available here. (Send link) I will also be posting both the raw data, and the script for this panel, to my tumblr, @azuremist, but that’s mostly for easy archival purposes. Now, it’s NUMBERS TIME, baby!

I asked everyone to indicate if they agreed or disagreed with the statements I made. For the statement, “I believe that my autism has influenced my alterhumanity in some way, shape, or form,” 92% of those who took my survey agreed, and 8% disagreed, which is a WILD split. Far beyond notable.

For the statement, “I feel like the way that autistic beings are seen by society has influenced my alterhumanity”, the split is a bit more even, with 72.4% agreeing, and 27.6% disagreeing.

This means that, of those who I polled who agreed that autism influenced their alterhumanity, 78.6% (rounding down) also agreed that the way autistic beings are viewed in society influenced their alterhumanity. This is a rate a bit over 3 in every 4.

This next question is one of the things that I asked more out of personal curiosity, which is, whether or not they feel more safe to be openly autistic in alterhuman spaces, when compared to other community spaces. Of those polled, 89.4% agreed, and 10.6% disagreed, which makes me quite happy! One anonymous being commented, quote, “I generally find that most alterhuman spaces are a lot more accepting of autistic beings than wider society if that makes sense? Going into an alterhuman space, I'm never concerned that it may not be safe or accessible for me.” Endquote. Someone else wrote in that they could testify to the opposite being true, as well; autistic spaces, in their experience, had a higher likelihood of being accepting of alterhuman identities. However, one being who answered ‘no’ to this question stated that they avoid alterhuman spaces for things related to this subject. They list as an example, quote, “Like the refusal of tone tags? I understand not wanting them to be used for you but banning them from the space all together? And also a lot of spaces, despite being accepting of autistic beings, still find a way to hate those beings for being autistic.” Making community spaces safe for autistic beings is an ongoing learning process for everyone involved. So please make sure to consult your local autistic advocate to make sure everything is accessible for those of all neurotypes.

For the next questions, I asked about everyone’s specific experience with alterhumanity. Another question that I asked, mostly out of curiosity, is, “Would you consider alterhumanity, as a subject, a special interest?” 64.8% of respondents answered ‘no’, and 35.2% answered ‘yes’.

The next question, though, is really quite interesting to me. It asks, “If you have any kintypes which originate from a piece of media: Would you consider that kintype's source material a special interest?” 69% of respondents (nice) answered ‘yes’, and 31% answered ‘no’. That’s a pretty close percentage to the question about alterhumanity as a special interest, but with the answers flipped. Indeed, many times in the section where I invite others to talk about their experience, there are respondents specifically namedropping that they believe their special interests contribute to their alterhumanity. Some, but not all, of these instances include a space conceptkin who has space as a special interest, two catkin, with one having Warrior Cats as a past special interest, and the other, cats in general as one, and someone who specifically wrote, quote, “I also feel as though my special interests in some medias have influenced the fact that I identify with both real and fictional species. For example, I have a large number of original characters who are demons and I feel like my special interest in them may have led me down the path of discovering myself as demonkin.” When discussing the subject of autism influencing alterhumanity, special interests were easily the thing that came up the most, other than how autistic beings are seen by neurotypical society.

The final multiple choice question I had asked, “If you have a nonhuman kintype of any kind: Do you experience species dysphoria and/or euphoria?” To this, 85.9% answered ‘yes’, and 14.1% answered ‘no’.

We can compare this to a survey not aimed at autistic alterhumans; specifically, the ‘Alterhumanity and Gender Survey’, as conducted by Eli, at pantomorph on tumblr. These results were posted on July 22nd of 2019, and reported that, in response to the question, “Do you experience species dysphoria?”, 4.9% answered ‘I used to,’ 8.9% answered ‘unsure’, 22.7% answered ‘no’, 36% answered ‘sometimes’ and 27.6% answered ‘yes’. Adding up the percentages of ‘I used to’, ‘sometimes’ and ‘yes’, we get 68.5% of respondents who are certain that they have, at some point, experienced species dysphoria.

This means that, according to these surveys, autistic alterhumans appear to have a higher chance of experiencing species dysphoria, with a 17.5% difference. Though, keep in mind, I included euphoria in my question, and Eli did not. This would certainly require more data to confirm, however, this at least would warrant further polling, in my opinion.

All of this talk about autistic beings and species dysphoria may have you thinking about the fact that autistic beings are statistically more likely to identify as transgender, with some estimates stating that transgender individuals are up to 6 times more likely to be autistic than cisgender individuals! This is because gender is stupid, and autistic folks are not. Multiple respondents to the survey brought this point up. One being specifically wrote in, quote, “Statistically, autistic folks are more likely to know they're trans than allistics, and I support the theory that that's got something to do with autistic beings seeing things without the lens of social cues and societal pressures, including more awareness of who we are and how we see ourselves. … Society is like, "You should be like this," and autistics are like, "But why? It doesn't really make sense, plus I don't fit in to those standards anyway, so why not choose my own path in life?"” Endquote. I definitely agree that the reason so many autistic folks identify as transgender may be similar to, or the same, reason that autistic folks seem to be more likely to be alterhuman.

Hello to all trans autistic alterhumans listening! Call that a triple threat.

Now, the final question that I asked. I listed multiple different alterhuman identities, and asked everyone to indicate which, if any, of the provided labels that they identify with. And, indeed, my hypothesis when going into this question was proven correct. Of the terms that I provided, it was “nonhuman” that most autistic alterhumans identified with specifically, with 74.9% of respondents identifying as nonhuman. Other popular answers to this question included ‘therian’, with 57.5%, and fictionkin with a nonhuman fictional character. Indeed, I did put two separate options for fictionkin, where they could indicate if their fictional kintype was human or not. 45.1% of respondents had a nonhuman fictotype, and 41.2% of respondents had a human fictotype. So, autistic fictionkin appear to have around a 9% (rounding down) higher likelihood to identify with nonhuman fictional characters. Unfortunately, I could not find another survey to compare this statistic against, but it is a statistic we have now, nonetheless.

Furthermore, I specifically listed 3 common kintypes that have been associated with autistic beings, as previously discussed: fairies, aliens, and robots / technology. Of these, techkin was easily the most popular, with 19.9% of respondents identifying as such. Alienkin and fairykin were close in numbers, with 11.2% identifying as alienkin, and 11.9% identifying as fairykin. On the subject of being robotkin, one being wrote, quote, “I do not on a literal, physical level believe I’m a robot, however, tropes related to robots and the way they behave and are treated feel analogous to my own lived experiences, so in some ways it feels as though I experience my life as a robot would.” Endquote.

Which segways nicely into the final question, which is the filled in responses. For this question, I prompted, “If you have anything you'd like to add, please tell me about your experiences involving your alterhumanity and autism.”

Many took the chance to speak on if they felt like their autism and alterhumanity were connected. As previously mentioned, lots of folks mentioned special interests as a factor. Lots of folks also said that they felt the two were connected, but couldn’t explain how, with a common sentiment being that it is a ‘chicken or the egg’ situation. Two different beings whose kintypes are their past lives wrote in, and both said that a hypothetical allistic version of them wouldn’t be able to get memories as easily. Multiple beings also wrote that they felt like the awakening process was made easier due to their autism. They were so used to seeing themselves as different from everybody else, and not understanding social cues, that they were more willing to take on, quote-unquote, “weird” solutions as the source of their feelings. Other commonly-mentioned points include dehumanization as a reason for alterhumanity, autistic traits being seen as similar to animalistic traits, and the possibly-related high rate of autistic pagans and witches.

Something that I didn’t expect going in, but perhaps should have, is the amount of autistic alterbeings who wrote about their struggle to find words to describe themselves. One ghostkin wrote they felt like their nonconformity to their kintype’s typical associated traits (like darkness, doom and gloom, et cetera) was due to their autism, but that they felt they didn’t belong with other ghostkin because of it. And a LOT of folks wrote in saying that they had a lot of trouble figuring out what terminology to use, especially regarding the ever-dreaded ‘identify with’ or ‘identify as’ question. One being wrote in that they see themself as psychological otherkin, but would be more accurately described as having a neurotype-based, or neurology-based, origin, due to their autism. However, this has caused some issues, as it is not seen as a, quote-unquote, ‘valid’ origin. Someone else describes having issues with this because the community does a lot of gatekeeping, and because it is easier to find beings complaining about words being misused than the actual use of words.

Now, there are some responses that I would like to read in full, or mostly in full, for your listening pleasure.

The first one is as follows. Quote. “When I was 6-ish, I started noticing that people treated me a bit like they treated our old Windows ‘98 Dell computer. The computer was inhuman when it worked (and praised for its distance from humanity! “Yes, it can play videos from the internet! Isn’t technology cool?”) and human when it broke down (“He’s getting overwhelmed, give us a sec.” “She’s blinking at me. I have no idea why this is such a difficult task.” “It ate my fucking CD. Stubborn POS.”). It’s a bit frustrating that my autistic traits are only praised when they make me convenient for others to use... I’m self-sufficient, I’m quiet, I’m a fast learner and a thorough researcher, so I rarely need to bother another person to complete the tasks I’m given. But because that’s all anyone ever seems to want me for... It’s a self-fulfilling cycle which is useful for the neurotypicals but exhausting for me, and when it ends in a burnout (inevitable) then I’m finally treated as human, but only because I’ve failed to be the computer they wanted. So I’m a computer when someone’s pleased with me, and I’m human when I’ve disappointed them. You can see why I might like the idea of being a PC more than a person. Also, when something’s wrong, computers’ error messages are both clearer and harder to ignore than a human’s requests for accommodation. This is a bit of a bummer, sorry. The upside is that I’m crazy good at data analysis now.” Endquote. This was excellently put, and I’m sure something that may resonate with autistic techkin.

Another write-in reads, quote, “One does not have to be autistic to be alterhuman or nonhuman, but one does have to be autistic to be my species. My species does not have human neurology, or allistic neurology. To be my species one must be autistic… though it’s more that my species has neurology which allistics will refer to as autism. I could not be my species if I wasn’t autistic.” Endquote. This is a very interesting response, and, to be honest, I sort of wish I knew what this being’s species was so that I could look more into it. It’s almost like a sort of alternate view of autistic nonhumans or autistic aliens, which is just lovely.

Then, there is this submission. Quote, “Diagnosed with autism at 15, explained a lot, I can't help but wonder - if I'd known, would I still dehumanize myself in the way I do? Other kids called me "cat boy" because when they would pick on me, I'd hiss at them. I don't know why. I think I just saw my cats do it and it was the only way I knew how to retaliate. But it just made them laugh. ... I stopped seeing myself as human a long time ago, more of an animal for people's amusement. ... But when I found out about otherkin, it was like suddenly this experience of mine I was certain I was alone in was shared. For some people it's spiritual, but even in our differences, our feelings were the same. The community taught me to love this nonhuman side of me, and they were understanding of my diagnosis. I didn't feel like an outcast there, they made me feel like it was something to cherish, and I do.” Endquote. Again, absolutely very well-said. Reclaiming and celebrating nonhumanity is, from what I’ve gathered, a large part of the autistic alterhuman experience, and this response phrased it just wonderfully.

Lastly, in regards to responses: shoutout to the one guy who said, “I just finished making my first ever tail, isn’t that sick?”, because yes, yes it is.

Thank you so much again to all the respondents to my survey!

And so, we have now reached the discussion section, which will last until my time runs out. This is where I will cease looking at a script, so please send anything you’d particularly like me to see now! Also, feel free to ask me questions, and I will answer to the best of my ability. Alternatively, tell me about your experiences, or just give general comments!

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Congratulations again on 500 followers! 🥰 That is huge!

I would really love to participate in your event. I LOVE the nsfw prompt "Trust me."

If you were willing to write an insecure female reader with Kakashi, I would greatly appreciate it!

Anyway, I'm really looking forward to the ideas your followers will send you 🥰

thank you!! 💛 you're so sweet, so i hope you enjoy this equally as sugary kakashi piece i've come up with for you. let me know what you think, yeah? ✨

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Pairing: Kakashi Hatake/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!], praise kink, oral [f!receiving], light bondage, established relationship. insecure!reader and soft dom!kakashi.

Word count: 2.6k

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INSECURITY makes your chest tighten.

Your doe-like eyes are wide open from your wary stare that’s aimed at your silver-haired boyfriend, who is currently busying himself by tying your arm to the headboard in the same precise fashion he’s effortlessly finished restraining the other one with, just mere minutes ago.

Every movement is exactly the same as the first time; expert. Kakashi pulls the satiny, thick rope through the second decorative hole of the polished wood with ease before he begins to tug, which makes the rope yank at your wrist gently before it forces it to press flush against the cool, flat surface.

The way he makes your upper limb flow so smoothly through the air feels like you’re a feather floating on seawater, or a professional dancer performing her big number in the spotlight. You can’t help but wonder where he’s learned it all.

Deep down, you know there are only two options. Either he’s put an immense amount of time and effort into researching this, and has thus discovered he’s a natural, or he’s done it a number of times before and learned it through experience. Perhaps, he’s even done it to a number of people before.

The thought makes the corners of your lips twitch downwards slightly. You cannot believe how greedy your insecurities have made you around him. Sure, he’s told you plenty of times that you are the only woman he finds joy in, and has shown you that he does not care at all for the longing stares and curious glances aimed his way; nor for the heads he turns in obvious yearning as he walks through the busy streets of the village with you by his side.

And yet, no matter how hard you try to fight it, you still cannot help but wonder if you truly are enough to satisfy such a complex male.

Unbeknownst to you: Kakashi has come up with a solution to clear away your worries for good. He wishes to marry you soon, but needs his future wife to be level-headed and feeling secure in their relationship before he pops the question. It is a pretty big one, after all.

Looking at the bindings now, he stifles down a snort from how symbolic they seem to be, if one is thinking about marriage whilst tying a literal knot.

“Everything all right, princess?” His voice is gentle as he leans down to whisper into your ear, instead. The tone buzzes across your earlobe like a purr of the cute kitty-cat you’ve petted outside on the street just two days ago. It nearly lulls you back to reality from which you’ve floated far away from.

Your faces are only a mere inch apart when you turn your head to the side to look at him. His ebony eyes glimmer with molten silver, dark pupils dilating and growing larger in size at the sight of your sinless expression, despite that you’re lying completely bare beside him. The precious metal seems to recoil and swirl with dogged desire inside his irises whenever you make feverish eye contact. Its intensity makes your heart race; naked chest heaving with every ragged inhale you take.

Truth be told, you’ve still not entirely grown accustomed to the missing crimson in his left eye. It’s been a couple of months since he’s lost his, or should you say, Obito’s Sharingan. Ever since the war had reached its definite end, you’ve caught yourself prefering seeing your beloved not feeling the need to cover his eye anymore. No longer having to strain himself for what he was clearly not made for to use and endure the lasting effects of, was a pleasant change for the both of you; no matter that he’s since become ‘weaker’ in a sense because of it.

You swallow the saliva that’s gathered inside your mouth with an audible gulp of nervosity now, completely contradicting the statement you murmur right after: “I’m fine, Kashi.”

His eyes trail over your form, a low hum leaving his throat at the delicious sight. The way his gaze rests just below your tummy makes you squeeze your legs tighter. You can feel the slick rubbing against your inner-thighs as you do so. It feels icy, compared to your piping hot skin.

“Did I tie them too tight?” he asks, jerking his chin towards your wrists that are still stuck to the headboard. Goddammit, he just knows how to read your body language so well. It’s a price you have to pay - choosing such a perceptive man as your significant other.

“No!” Your teeth quickly sink into your bottom lip in a meek attempt of dimming down the feverish urge to soothe his worries like you have a habit of doing. You’re nearly beginning to chew on the inner flesh as you add, “You’ve tied them completely fine… Well, I-I think. I’m not-... I’m not an expert on this sort of thing.”

The stutter makes Kakashi observe you even more closely as his palm - honed rough from war, as well as numerous battles and clashes that had always made you bite your nails with concern for his well-being - rests on your thigh. You let out a shallow gasp at the contact, plump lips parting as soon as he slips right between your legs; nudging them gently apart just enough that he can trace the tip of his calloused finger across your sticky slit.

The pleasurable touch makes your spine lift from the mattress in a gentle arch right the next second, arms straining in their silken bindings at the sudden electricity to whoosh through your middle. Both of your wrists twist; nimble digits twitching as your fingernails dig into the sleek rope. You can hardly suppress a whine as you watch him gather the glimmering arousal.

Your aloof boyfriend chuckles somewhat darkly as he rubs it between his index finger and thumb. “Yes, it seems to me like I’ve tied them just fine. But the question is… Are you fine?”

All you can give in answer to his delicate taunt is a pleading look.

Kakashi seems to understand what your gaze is attempting to tell him, because now he moves - quick and swift like a feline - before he nestles himself right before your legs. You watch in awe how at home he looks; looming above you like this. How cosy he seems to become the moment he’s able to keep your body from harm with his own bigger, scarred one.

For years, he has been existing solely to protect you like a shield of sorts. To become your very own personal guardian, so that you feel safe enough to grow, to bloom, to flourish.

He thinks it’s time he pushed you outside that comfort zone for a little bit. If he’s the one guilty for shoving you inside it, he can yank you out of it, too, right?

So, his hands find your thighs once more; long, slender digits wrapping around your knees, which you’ve bent to hide your modesty better. A feeble breath is sucked through your gritted teeth at how cold his palms are. They cool your skin like an ice cube chills a tall drink, helping you in finding your way through the haze that’s plaguing your troubled thoughts.

You can see the veins protrude atop his knuckles when he applies slight pressure to pry your legs apart; the thin, blue lines looking like the most exquisite art on his pale skin. What he does is nothing forceful; it is more of a nudge in the right direction. “Wanna show me how pretty you are, princess?”

This isn’t a demand either. He’s allowing you to be the one to hold the reins and the one who chooses the tempo, despite your currently rather submissive position. The words make a blush sear your entire face in mere moments. He has a specific way of speaking with you - and only you: like his tongue becomes coated with honey and gets dipped in sugar whenever he winds up in your presence. In a way, it’s never failed to mesmerize you.

So you do as he so politely asks of you, while the daze you feel shows itself in the way just how hooded your gaze becomes. You spread your legs wide apart.

Lust courses Kakashi’s veins, warming his blood to a gentle simmer as he stares at your plump pussy and how puffy it looks from the constant friction of your thighs. He loses his composure for a fraction of a second; groaning and ogling at the way it glistens with excitement, like he’s some common bastard.

He can’t help it. After all, he can see the gooey, dewy strings of improper eagerness to adorn you. They break their connection only when his hands find the back of your thighs and spread your legs even further apart.

“You know we can stop anytime if you don’t like it,” he reminds you, glancing up at your wrists, “the bondage, I mean.”

“Mm-hmm, I know.” You sound sleepy… Tired? No. Dazed.

“Do your wrists hurt?”

You tug at the ropes once more just to make sure, despite the fact that you’re already shaking your head no. The bindings might be constricting your arms from movement, but your blood circulation is completely fine otherwise. “Mm-mm.”

He looses a sigh as his finger pads stroke down your slit again. “You’re beautiful like this, you know that?”

Surprisingly, he’s looking right into your face when he says the statement, not between your legs. The way his eyes drill into your own is enough to make you cry out at him in apparent need. You’re not entirely sure what you want from him, but it makes your face contort; makes your stomach tighten and your wrists bang against the wooden headboard you’re still chained to like a willing prisoner of sorts.

The sight makes pressure climb up Kakashi’s throat. It’s hard to bite down the groan that’s forcing it’s way out, but he still somehow manages to do it. It does, however, make his voice a bit hoarse as he says, “Want me to spoil you like the princess you are?”

“Yes, yes…!” You’re almost embarrassed at how pitiful you sound. He hasn’t even touched you properly yet, and yet here you are: body burning, mind blazing. The flames of bashfulness are even making home on your face.

“Can you ask for it nicely,” he whispers, pupils flicking from your face to your drenched cunt in one laggard swipe across the entirety of your warm body, “for me?”

“Please, Kashi,” you oblige in an instant, your upper lip quivering with the docile plea. “Pretty please.”

“Good girl,” he utters in approval after watching you squirm and writhe in pure need for a sadistic second longer that he’d never admit to enjoying. His plush mouth kisses your belly as he murmurs, “Now can you tell me how pretty you are?”

This request makes you falter. He wants you to flatter yourself? “I-I’m pretty?”

“Indeed you are, sweetheart.” He chuckles again, his warm exhale tickling your stomach with the soft laugh. “But I asked how pretty you think you are.”

Your brow furrows in mild puzzlement as your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek. You nibble on it for a moment as you slowly mumble, “I’m very pretty…?”

You don’t sound very convincing, and you know it.

His mouth moves lower at the claim, bottom lip leaving a trail of glistening saliva down your middle before he stops and hovers just above your clit. “Say it again, please.”

A small ‘v’ etches itself between your brows at what he’s asking of you. Your fingers tighten around the silken bindings. “Kakashi-”

“Trust me.” His eyes burn with a wildfire you’ve never seen before as he looks up at you, now. They’re boring into your very soul; your very essence that defines what you are and ever will become. You’ve never felt more naked in your life, and it isn’t from the lack of clothes that are currently cluttering the floor of your bedroom.

“I’m very-... I’m very pretty. Ah…!” Your eyelids flutter shut at the way the flat of his tongue connects with your needy pussy. He trails the drool-coated muscle across your glimmering, mushy folds before he nudges them apart with the tip of it, striking home on your clit.

You’re already turning into a mess from the way he sucks it into his mouth gently, adding pressure that makes white dots appear underneath your trembling eyelids from how harshly you’re squeezing them shut. Your arms are attempting to push forward, so that you can touch him - feel him. Your entire body is yearning to make contact with him as much as possible.

But if he let you; if he set you loose, it’d distract you from the point he’s trying to get across. And Kakashi knows that. He knows it well.

“Repeat it, my pretty girl,” he groans softly, lips nudging and brushing against your sensitivity as you wrap your legs around his head. You can feel how the silver strands tickle your thighs; how his stubble prickles the plush flesh. “Tell me how wonderful you are.”

“Mmph, Kashi…!” You whine; a sad, mewling sound that comes straight from the depth of your swollen heart.

“Say it, or I’ll stop spoiling you, princess.” The Jonin laughs lowly, the sound gentle like a summer breeze, as you attempt to pull at the bindings again and fail miserably after the first tug. “And I think you wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you? We’d have to start from the beginning, after all… Who knows how long that’d take?”

“I-I’m pretty,” you gasp out immediately, looking at him with blurry, fearful eyes. Tears are starting to gather at your waterline from how badly you want him to lick you again. “I’m very pretty, very, very pr-pretty…!”

“And,” he taunts again, a hint of a smirk ghosting across his mouth, “what else?”

“And-... And I’m wonderful, too,” you splutter out, bucking your hips upwards in an attempt to urge him to give you your reward. You haven’t even noticed how firmer you sound this time around, however. Too busy trying to reach the treat he’s dangling right in front of your nose; you’ve failed to realize how assured you’ve become in the statement.

But Kakashi is observant. He hears the change of tone. And it wills him to act in your favour.

Your moan is more of a sob when he pushes one digit into your tight hole; instantly making you clench around his knuckle as soon as his mouth lands on your sweet spot again. He can see your chest push out as your back arches for a second time at the welcomed intrusion before your head tips back into the pillow; the strains on your wrists tightening with the animalistic movement.

Your beloved boyfriend is practically pumping confidence into you. Quite literally - with the way he fingers you now, the sounds of your slick squelching and dripping onto his hand producing the lewdest sounds that make his pants tighten. Gods, he can’t wait to fuck some sense into you with his cock later, too.

Kakashi curls his fingers inside your wet warmth, brushing your most tender spot before he adds another digit to stretch you out even further with the scissoring motion. Your moans are becoming deep and tender, and they grow both in consistency and volume at how his mouth latches to you in loving swipes of tongue and short, gentle nips of teeth.

“Again, princess.”

“I-I’m, ah… I’m pretty. Wonderf-mmph…” You’re barely able to speak coherently. Barely able to look at him from how badly your eyes insist at crossing. “I’m, fuck, I-… I’m wonderful, too…!”

The way you sound; the way you move is like a dream. You truly are so, so, so pretty like this.

And you’re wonderful, too.

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