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solitaryearthperson · 8 months

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Cross My Heart

Summary: Interrupting your dream, you wonder why Desire doesn’t want you around their brother.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The dream you were having was quite nice. Well not exactly a dream-dream, but more like a peaceful and interesting conversation that you were having with Desire’s brother, Dream. You were sitting at a table in his library, drinking tea and discussing current events with Dream and Lucienne. You rarely ever got to visit and talk with your partner’s siblings, and the few times you did, it was mostly with Death and Despair. Any time Desire and Dream were in a room with each other for more than a minute it always turned ugly (usually because of your beautiful partner and their antics) so you tried to spend some time with Dream in a place where you knew that Desire would rarely ever want to visit, the Dreaming.

“You mortals have barely changed over the years,” Dream commented, amused at your stories.

“Nah, we haven’t,” you replied, chuckling, “I can’t imagine the things you’ve seen people dream of.”

“Mortals are quite...” he looked like he was trying not to laugh at the images coming to his head, “creative when it comes to your dreams. A very specific type of dreams.”

“On behalf of all mortals, I am so sorry for the things you’ve seen.”

He was about to reply when suddenly a shadow came over the library for a brief second and passed. When it did, Dream and Lucienne both shared a knowing look with each other, before turning to you, who was clueless.

“What was that?” You asked, looking up to the ceiling and to the windows, searching for where the shadow had come from.

“It’s time for you to wake up,” Lucienne answered.

“Okay, but what was that? That shadow just now?” you asked again, looking at them both.

They both shared the same look again and you wondered what it was that they were saying to each other.

“You must wake up, (Y/N),” Dream told you, standing up from his chair. He was about to turn and leave when suddenly the shadow came over the library again and passed quickly. When it left, he turned back to you and said politely, “We will see each other again, (Y/N). But now you must wake up.”

“Wait,” you said standing up from the table. “What’s that shadow? That’s never happened before when I needed to wake up.”

A sigh left Lucienne’s mouth at your insistence and she turned to Dream with a look that said that she wanted to answer you, but was not sure if she was allowed to.

“Well?”

The next sigh that you heard came from Dream before he finally answered, “It is Desire.”

“Desire,” you replied, wondering how the shadow was them.

“They know that we are talking to each other and wants your attention.”

Oh, D, you thought, rolling your eyes. You hoped you would be able to someday hang out with them, Dream, Death, and the rest of their siblings in the same room without any problems.

“I’m sorry,” you told them, feeling your body become light and your consciousness beginning to leave the Dreaming and going back to your body.

“It’s alright,” Dream told you, a small smile on his face and his voice echoing in your head as everything around you went dark.

“Hmmm,” you heard humming from behind you as you opened your eyes. Turning over you looked up to see your partner, Desire, sitting up against your headboard. They were humming while reading one of your books, their golden eyes running across the pages quickly. The sight was strange to see.

“You’re reading,” you pointed out, your voice slightly scratchy from sleep.

“Yes, I am,” they said, not taking their eyes off of the book.

“You read,” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow, glancing at the book to see it was one of your favorite graphic novels, Uzumaki.

“Yes, I do,” they replied, amused at your observation. “Did you think Dream was the only one of us who reads?”

“No, I just never seen you read before.”

“Mmm” was their reply as they turned a page. “I don’t see a reason to have some humongous library like my brother. But I do read. Mostly things made for beings like myself, but every now and then a book made by mortals would grab my attention.”

“Oh,” you said, pushing up from your elbow and sitting up against the headboard next to them, laying your head gently upon their shoulder. “You’re a hot nerd.”

“Shut up,” you heard them reply and glanced at their face to see them grinning. You looked down to see them turning the page to the part in the book where the doctor has sewn the mother’s stomach back up with her baby inside, the black and white image not scaring you the same way that it used to. “I truly don’t understand humans’ obsession with bodily horrors. Lust, anger, dreams, death, I get, but horror is strange.”

“I don’t get your obsession with keeping me from hanging out with a specific sibling of yours,” you told them.

At that they chuckled, but you could see that there was no amusement behind it. “It’s not an obsession. I just don’t like you around him too long.”

“Why,” you asked.

They were quiet for a little while, their eyes still looking down at your book, but you knew that they were no longer reading it. When they finally did speak, the usual teasing and playfulness in their voice was gone and was more serious, a rare thing for Desire to be.

“Dream thinks he’s better than me,...that he’s more important...”

You wanted to let them know that that wasn’t true, but you chose to let them continue.

“I don’t want him poisoning your poor mind about me or Despair.”

“Poisoning my mind,” you questioned.

You knew that Desire has done some unsavory things in the past. Particularly to their brother. Until now you never knew the reason why they loved to pick and argue with Dream, doing things just to get under his skin. At first you thought it was normal sibling rivalry, but the more you listened to what they’ve done, the more you wondered what the deal was between the two Endlesses were. Until now.

“Dream thinks he’s better than me,...that he’s more important...”

Why would they think that? The few times that you sat and talked with Dream, you never got the vibe that he thought he was better than Desire. Constantly pissed at them, yeah, but better? Never.

“I don’t want him poisoning your poor mind”

Why would they think he could “poison” my mind?

“D,” you said, catching their attention with your nickname for them.

They looked up from the book and turned to face you, and you could see that despite the always gorgeous, playful yet mysteriousness of their face, never truly showing what they were feeling, their eyes always gave their true emotions away and you could clearly see something you’d never thought you’d ever see in Desire’s eyes. Insecurity.

“I don’t know why you think that Dream thinks he’s better than you, but I promise you, Dream could never ever turn me against you. No one could.”

They let a smile grace their lips and quickly pressed their forehead against yours, your noses almost touching each other. “Do you really promise?”

“I do. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Smiling back at them, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon their lips, enjoying the feeling of being in their presence and having their body so close to yours. When you tried to pull away, in true Desire fashion, they leaned forward and chased your lips, turning the innocent, gentle kiss into something more sensual, but you didn’t care, knowing that you were going to keep your promise and never turn against them.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Imagine Dream and Desire having a competition over who can make you part of their kingdom.

[Part 2]

[2K Followers 'Clue' Special]

It's 11 AM and your Americano is still hot. You stare at the open Word document. It's just an essay like the thousand others you've written so far. But the page is completely empty no matter what you keep telling yourself. There are still at least 1500 words you need to register.

Focusing on the somewhat vague essay question you had been given, you fail to notice two strangers standing across the street from the cafe you're sitting in. One of them looks like he has just woken up while the other seems to be dressed for an occasion far more formal and exquisite than gossiping on the curb. Pedestrians pass them by without ever paying attention.

Initially, Dream was set on not entertaining Desire in this little sibling rivalry but the competitive relationship they shared got the best of him. Apparently, boredom has power even over the Endless. Now it wasn't a question of "if" but how to bring them down a peg or two.

"Money, power, fatal devotion..." Desire counts. "And what can you give them, dear brother? Saint Jacob's ladder?" they tease.

Neither of them tears their eyes away from you. Perhaps they enjoyed the side or simply wanted to make sure that the other doesn't try anything that could be considered cheating while they look away. Although this butting of heads can't be considered final, the two siblings considered it to be at least crucial in deciding which one of them is actually more powerful and important to humanity.

"They dream of a fairer world, a realm where not riches but ethics are put on the pedestal. I can make them a ruler. The first and last monarch of the entire world."

"Well, then. The game is on, I suppose." Desire announces with a mischievous grin on their face. They're checking their mother-of-pearls cufflinks. "But be prepared to lose."

Dream remains as he was: unkempt hair, pooling coat and hands shoved into pockets. His rigid face brightens, almost curving into a fleeting, elusive smile. "No, I don't think I will."

Still blissfully unaware of the figurative price on your head, you sip on the Americano. 1200 words left.

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lis-likes-fics · 7 months

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Red Thoughts

Pairings: Desire x Reader Word Count: 3.3k words Kink: Sensory Deprivation/Voice Kink Warnings: NSFW, sensory deprivation, voice kink, praise kink, edging, overstim, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, bondage, mention of orgies, use of safe words, swearing... A/N: I am so in love with Mason Alexander Park. Someone needs to take my phone away...

"Stop squirming."

You sighed as you obeyed the command. It was just hard to stay still for long when your partner had you standing in your bedroom with your chained wrists attached to a hook on the ceiling and your feet chained to the floor to keep your legs spread open wide.

It had been part of a bet. You started a wager that they couldn't fuck more people than you at a rager. You ended the night with your strong sixteen (and a few extra people wanting to take you home). And when you found Desire, they'd managed to start an orgy of twenty-five. When you asked how many they'd actually fucked, they told you they just finished off the last one. "Some of the people in there are not coming out the same way they went in…"

So, yeah, you lost the bed after failing to mention that orgies were not part of the deal. You would remember it for next time.

But there you were, spread out and waiting for your long night with your beloved.

"Am I going to be here all night? My legs are going to get tired," you complained, leaning your head against your shoulder and raising a brow as Desire prepared.

"Hush," they replied, amused. "Red, black, or white? I'm thinking red tonight."

You shrugged as best you could. "Let's go with red then."

Back still turned to you, they pointed in your direction in agreement and snapped their fingers. You felt your clothes fall away from your body in a dull ash, replaced by a new set of lacey red lingerie to add to your collection.

"Before we begin," they spoke, "tell me your words."

You played with the chains above your head, humming lightly. "Dawn to keep going. Dusk to slow down. Midnight to stop."

"Very good."

They plucked something off the vanity and turned toward you, letting their eyes skim your body with an appreciative gaze. They hummed, "Look at you."

Kissing at them, they breathed a laugh and walked toward you. "Hold still," they ordered, rounding behind you and with cloth in their hands. In the next moment, you were blinded as they wrapped it around your head and tied it securely in the back. Shit.

"Well, you didn't tell me we were doing this," you muttered.

They're voice was close to your ear when they spoke, reverberating in your mind and echoing in your chest. "Hush."

"I'm only saying, a bit of warning woul–"

You were cut off when another piece of cloth was stuffed between your lips, joining the other to wrap around your head and silence you.

You flinched when you felt their fingers graze your sides, starting at your ribs and trailing down to your hips. "Hush," they rasps. "If another sound falls from those sweet lips of yours… it had better be because I made it." You shudder. "Do you understand me, sweetling?"

You nodded. A pleased hum sounds from their throat, their breaths fanning on your shoulder. "Good girl." You could hear the smile in their voice as they dipped down and pressed their lips gingerly to your neck.

They broke away from you in complete silence, and you turned your head around in search of a sound or any light to find them with. You didn't attempt to speak, knowing better than to disobey so close to the beginning.

Your hips jerked when you felt their hot tongue against your cunt, breath hitching as they held the thin cloth of your panties aside to taste you. Another shudder shook through you when the skin once covered by thin lace disappeared, Desire not bothering to deal with them altogether as they left everything else intact.

They laved their tongue along your folds, dipping between them and licking hungrily into you. They suckled around your clit, pulling the pleasure from your body to make you moan and succeeding. A sigh left your mouth, huffing out into a mild whimper as you tensed.

Their hands found your waist again, sliding down to hold your hips and pull them toward their mouth like you could a bowl of soup. Their silver tongue worked you like an instrument, as master of their craft pursuing their perfect symphony.

Their tongue flicked at your clit, building you up with appreciative hums. You whined when they pulled away, only to choke on a moan when you felt their long, slender fingers fill your pussy. They curled and coaxed, their thumb tapping your clit to tease you.

"Do you feel that?"

You jumped when their voice echoed in your ear, deep and raspy, like the billowing of sheets. "Do you love it?"

You nodded, huffing a breath as you tried to respond with a moan. "Listen to yourself," they chuckled, curling their fingers in a way that brings your hips forward. Their free hand grabs your waist and pulls you close without disrupting your bindings. "Such precious sounds…"

You ground your hips into their hand, searching out your pleasure. They move quickly and quietly, never letting you know their next move as you feel their tongue dip inside you again.

"Mmm, you're so wet for me, darling. You taste absolutely delectable."

You whispered their name, a muffled, muddled sound. ruined by the gag in your mouth. Your hips jerked as their teeth sunk into your inner thigh, bite marks sure to be left behind as they licked their tongue over the spot and kissed it tenderly. They continue to curl their fingers inside of you, sucking on your clit as they graze their fingers along your thigh with the likeness of a feather.

You could feel the ecstasy rising within you, teasing your nerve endings like pop rocks. They could tell you were close, they could always tell. By the way your moans became insistent whimpers, the way you fluttered around their fingers, the way you tried to get your affection passed your lips.

You managed to get the gag out of your mouth, the damp cloth falling around your neck as you took in a breath. "Mmm—Dee!"

Just as the coil threatened to snap, they pulled away with a disappointed tut, stopping everything with what you assumed was a disapproving glance. You mewled at the lack of stimulation, feeling that desperate need in the pit of your belly fade out into dissatisfaction. They took hold of your chin in your hand, tilting your head up and leaning so close you can feel their breath on your skin. "Come now, my dear… You know better than that."

You felt the cloth shift around your neck and whined. "Need you," you tried, leaning forward to taste their lips against yours. You never made contact.

"I know," they said, as though this was common knowledge (which it was). "But only good girls who listen to their beloveds get what they want. Isn't that right?"

With a sigh, you nodded.

"Good. Now, be my good girl…and whimper for me." You could feel their lips just hardly brush yours. You did as you were told, allowing a tiny whimper to slip from your lips and flood their ears with your delight. With a humming sigh, they seemed pleased. "Good. Word?"

"Dawn."

"Very good." They fixed the gag back inside your mouth, wrapping it more securely this time to ensure it didn't fall out again.

Their fingers found your cunt again, dipping inside and spreading you wide for them. You sucked in a breath, moaning deeply at the feeling. "Oh, just listen to that moan," Desire rasped. "You have no idea how wonderful you sound."

They wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you close as they worked you. Their lips found your neck, and down to your collarbone, grazing the valley of your breasts before stopping to kiss over the thin lace covering each of your peaked nipples. Continuing their way down, they continue to kiss any exposed skin you had to offer before they wound up on their knees again to kiss your throbbing clit. It wasn't hard to work you up again, curling their fingers and suckling on your clit and humming into your pussy as they brought you closer and closer to that release once more.

But as you moaned and tugged lightly on the restraints keeping you from being able to touch your love, they pulled away again with a hum. You mewled, fighting the growing need to cry as a tiny tearless sob erupted from your chest. Your pleas were muffled behind the gag once more as you felt the blissful height wane again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," they purred unsympathetically. "Were you wanting to cum that time?"

Your reply was almost a groan as you pulled lightly at the chains keeping your arms above your head.

"Of course, you were. You're practically begging me for it, aren't you, my sweet?" they wondered aloud, teasing you as their fingers brushed your chin again. "Let me fix that for you."

Their fingers snaked inside of you again massaging the spot within you that made you gasp as you bucked your hips against their hand. They pulled away from you once more, and you felt those same fingers pressing against your lips after lowering your gag. You opened your mouth obediently, closing it around their fingers and sucking your arousal from them.

"Mm, my good girl," they moaned. "Do you know what you taste like, darling?" You had not the chance to answer with their fingers still in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and insisting you keep licking them clean. "Like fucking candy," they whispered, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. Their voice was raspy and deep, like velvet on your skin as they seduced you, a snake charmer to a viper.

Their hands caressed your sides and stuffed the gag back in your mouth, and your hips jerked when you felt their tongue once more. They hummed and moaned into you. Fingers in your cunt once more, they worked you toward another high.

And they did that over and over and over again, building you up until you were crying for a release before pulling away to taunt you once again. It became this dance, jerking hips and curling fingers and flicking tongue against your clit. All you could do was stand there and take it, succumbing to the pleasure and to the torment "like a good little slut".

Tears were beginning to wet your blindfold. You were a whimpering mess and Desire fed off the pleasure line a succubus. They curled their fingers as they stood again. "Oh, look at you, my sweet pet."

Their free hand brushed gentle knuckles along your jaw. "You're so good. Trembling in my hands like a rattle. I love to watch you squirm."

You sputtered around the gag, your breath erratic and your legs shaky. "Mm, what is it, my dear? What do you need to tell me?"

Like honey, their words dripped on your skin. And, like a bee, you answered the allure as they removed the gag in its entirety.

You were shaking like a leaf as you tried to speak, the words chattering and stuttering out of you. "Please, needa cum… Fuck, y'feel so good. Need you."

"Like music to my ears," they purred. Your pussy fluttered again and they pulled their fingers out of you. A choked sob slipped from your throat.

"Please, I'll be good! Be your good girl. Whatever you want. Just please let me cum."

"Whatever I want?" they wondered, stroking a finger down your cheek.

"Yes. Please," you begged.

"Alright," they hummed. "This is what I want you to do."

"Anything," you moaned.

Their lips brushed your ear, taking the lobe between their teeth and biting gently before letting it go and whispering into your ear. You shuddered, longing to hold them.

"I want you to confess," they hissed. "I want you to confess that I am the ruler of lust and desire, and you are but a creature of it."

You nodded quickly. "You're right," you gasped. "Fuck, you're right." You watched blindly, wanting to see them as you spilled. "I am your servant. You're my ruler. Fuck, I'm yours, baby. All yours. Just, please."

They hummed, a sound that rolled deep in their throat as they relished in your submission. "My good girl," they chuckled. The sound echoed in your ears and you melted, going limp in spite of the chains. Desire had to wrap their arm around your body, pressing theirs to yours to hold you back up. "That's all that I wanted, my sweetling," they whispered on an influx. "Now…let me give you what you so crave."

"Please," you muttered.

"Shhh." Their fingers found you once more, and their tongue swiftly followed. You moaned and cried, bucking your hips into them as one of their hands came to hold you still. They pleasured you like someone who had been starved. They devoured you, and you gladly let them as you folded into their touch.

"Oh, fuck!" you cried. "Yes, Dee. Fuck, s'amazing." You were so close, you could feel it nipping at your heels as you listened to them.

They suckled a little harder as they pulled you closer. The heat in your belly snapped. You clenched around their fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as you came. You cried out from the pleasure, gasping as it crashed down on you hard.

You ground your hips into their hand as you chanted a symphony of "yes" and "please".

Desire purred, still coaxing you with their fingers as they brought you down. When they pulled out of you, you whimpered.

"Would you like me to fuck you now, pet?" they groaned in your ear.

You nodded quickly, "Please."

"My good girl," they praised, taking your chin in their hand and pulling you in to kiss you. You moaned into their mouth, seeking out their touch and embracing it. Their soft lips melded with yours like you were crafted for them and them only.

"You've behaved so well. Who am I to deny you?"

You groaned as your hands were lowered from their restraints, still chained but no longer stretched so far over your head. They eased you down, slowly, slowly, slowly. You felt the leg restraints disappear as they turned you blindly. Just as you went to stretch them, they were bound to the floor once more.

They bent you over the bed, thrusting their fingers into your slick cunt. They bent over your body, their lips next to your ear once more. "Are you ready for me, darling?"

"Yes," you begged.

"What is your word?"

"Dawn."

They gripped a handful of your ass, squeezing it and letting their nails dig into the flesh before letting it go. "Very good," they hummed. "Now be a good girl and moan for me."

You did just that as you felt the long, hard length of their cock push between your folds. They worked themself into you, burying their cock deep within your cunt with a deep sigh as they bottomed out. "You squeeze me so tight, my dear."

With your world still engulfed in darkness, you gripped the end of the bed and held on. "Please, fuck me," you sighed.

"Don't you worry. I'm going to fuck you nice and hard."

And they kept their promise, taking your hips and fucking into you like it was the last time they'd ever feel you. It was fast and rough and hard, the head of their cock thumping against the deepest part of you and making you see stars.

You gasped and moaned, clenching and unclenching and trying so hard to keep it together. Their fingers brushed down your spine. "You can get louder for me, can't you, my darling?"

You did. You let yourself loose as the sounds fell from your lips like a waterfall. "Please, don't stop!" you begged. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Much better," they moaned, fucking you a little faster. "Oh, you sound so lovely begging for me to fuck you."

"Dee," you whimpered.

"Listen to my voice," they purred in your ear, holding your hips as they ground into you. "Give yourself to me. Let me give you what you crave. Let go."

You relaxed, obeying their every command and letting the pleasure consume you, swallow you whole. Their fingers found your aching clit and began to rub once more, stroking their magic into you and filling you with bliss.

You choked on a moan, already feeling yourself reaching your high before it crashed down on you and drowned you in ecstasy. They didn't stop fucking you as you came, they didn't stop rubbing your clit. They just kept filling you, building you, devouring you.

"So good for me. Look at how much you came," they sang. "Your thighs are shaking so much. You must love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Their voice was full of pleasure. It was dripping from their tone and doused in praise and love. After a rough thrust, their hand curled around your throat gently and they nibbled on your earlobe. "Word?"

"Dawn!" you cried. "Definitely dawn."

"You're so perfect for me."

"Dee," you huffed, wanting to touch them but being unable to reach, wanting to see them but being unable to look. "Fuck, you're gonna…m-make me cum again."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "My sweet girl, I'm going to fuck you so full of my cum, you'll be begging me to keep it that way."

Your whole body shuddered at their words, and they grunted when they felt how you tightened around them again. They nearly whimpered as you sucked them in. "I'm so close, my darling."

Their thrusts became erratic, their steady rhythm faltering and becoming desperate. They fucked into you and felt their control slipping. "Are you ready for me?"

You nodded, "Yes, please. Please cum in me."

They flicked their wrist, and your dark vision went white as you came again, choking on a pleasured sob. They buried themself deep inside of you, filling you to the hilt as they gripped your waist and let their hand curl around your throat.

They moaned in your ear, deep and rough sounds that rumbled in your chest and made you warm inside. You lost your breath as you felt them spilling inside of you.

"Oh, my love." They breathed, holding you close. "The pleasure you bring. You've no idea how much I love you."

They held you close through the highest of your highs, listening to your weak whimpers and heavy breaths as they eased you down like a gentle creature to soft sheets. They pulled out of you and smiled at your whine, scooping you up into their arms and turning you around once the flick of their wrist was rid of your bindings.

They kissed your forehead before slowly lifting the blindfold. You were nearly blinded once more as the light began to flood your vision again. You smiled upon seeing Desire; their love-swollen lips, their shining golden eyes, their skin glowing with lust.

You raised a hand to wrap around the back of their neck and pulled them down to your lips, kissing them some more with a fervent passion. "I love you," you spoke against their lips, kissing them some more. "I love you."

Their hands smoothed along your skin, any skin they could find. They smiled, big and wide and proud. "I love you," they whispered, kissing the tip of your nose and brushing their knuckles along your cheekbone.

They stared at you, a long moment passing with gentle breaths and the aftershocks of a high as your legs still trembled. You could feel their cum beginning to seep out of you and onto the silk sheets. You took a deep breath. "Remind me not to challenge you again…"

They laughed, a loud one full of so much joy. "I don't know," they said mid-chuckle. "I wouldn't mind a repeat of tonight."

Your legs were weak at the thought.

"Oh, boy," you sighed.

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cammys-imagines24 · 2 years

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•Being in a Relationship with Desire•

It should come as no surprise that being with Desire is a handful.

What with their constant scheming and "up to no good" state of being.

They're the type to start filling you in on their devious, naughty plans over morning coffee and not stop until well into cocktail hour.

You knew what you signed up for though and it does please you how willingly they are to share every part of their ideas with you.

And they do fully. They will never lie to you or keep you out of the loop. You're their partner, in every way. From partner in life to partner in crime.

Can you imagine having Desire's full attention upon you? What it feels like to receive true, everlasting love from the anthropomorphic personification of desire?

They embody lust, craving, wanting and attraction so to have all those bewitching traits focused on you is like being put under a spell.

When Desire feels love and lust towards you, which is honestly all they feel besides a dash of trickery, it is an overwhelming experience.

There have been many times where a simple kiss from them brings you to your knees or a mere golden eyed glance has made you nearly faint.

Their voice makes your heart beat nearly out of your chest, their body makes you tremble and brings you the greatest form of pleasure anyone could ever know.

They are entirely devoted to you. At your beck and call. Making it their personal goal to get you anything and everything you could possibly desire.

You are spoiled rotten by them. They even created new rooms and places in the Threshold to suit your tastes, your fancies, your hobbies, etc.

They keep you close to them at all times and when you're within reach, they will be touching you in some way or another.

Softly running their manicured fingers through your hair, absently tracing any bare skin you may be showing, leaving little pecks here and there on your cheeks and neck, if only to mark you with their lipstick.

They like you on their lap, your body touching theirs so that they may see and feel the constant effect they have upon you.

So they can bear witness to the rhythm of your heart, the warmth of your skin, the color of your blush...

They are utterly faithful to you and attentive, knowing your wants and desires even before the thought occurs to you.

They are extremely protective, going as far as to not let you out of their sight unless absolutely necessary.

See, they know that because of how they interfere in their siblings lives that they are not popular amongst the Endless and should the others seek revenge, they know all too well how you are a liability.

Their eternal love for you could make you a target and they will not stand to have you be put in danger.

They will take you anywhere you want to go, in their realm, in the human world, in the universe so long as they are there beside you.

To have Desire's love feels like a never ending enchantment and the "honeymoon phase" never leaves.

Your days are filled with luxury, pleasure and allure.

It almost feels like a trance but with a life this good you hope never to awaken from this magic.

To have won Desire's heart is no mean feat and yet they have given it to you, figuratively and literally.

They are yours and you are forever and ever theirs.

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Funny The Sandman Idea:

Imagine a scenario in which Hob and another professor at his university are best friends but they both seem to have similar odd stories about their significant others. Turns out, the other professor is seeing Desire while Hob is in a relationship with Dream. And in a hilariously Shakespearean scenario, none of the four parties are aware of any of the connections. A double date is proposed prior to anyone really figuring it out and now Dream and Desire have to be civil with each other.

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waywardsummoner46 · 1 year

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Awake, Evader of the Endless

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x reader, extremely dark!Endless x reader

Summary: Dream glided towards you with as much grace as a King. He towered over you, looked down at you from his nose - you were beneath him in more ways than one, of that you knew. Didn’t mean you had to like it. Cruelly, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I will enjoy this, little deceiver.”

...Hell erupted inside of you; you could feel your organs burning within your body, slowly, so agonisingly slowly, were they burning and melting and disintegrating. Blood formed inside of you and there was nowhere for it to go apart from up up up up out of your mouth, your nose, your eyes.

...Pools of blood formed around you and as you lay in the remains of your organs, all the while wondering distantly how you were still alive without a heart… you wished for Death.

Word Count: 4481

Warnings: EXTREMELY DARK, graphic descriptions of being skinned alive, organs burning inside of a body, hair falling out, nails being torn, vomit, threat, blood and gore, non-consensual touching, mind fuckery

A/N: This is, believe it or not, only the tip of the iceberg. I felt ill writing this so I warn you PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE NOT FAINTHEARTED. I genuinely can’t believe I wrote this. Thank you for your support and let me know what you think.

Weightless.

You felt weightless, as though there was nothing burdening your tired shoulders.

Silent.

Everything was silent, as though the world outside had stopped to give you peace at last.

Darkness.

You saw darkness, as though a warm blanket had shielded your eyes from their surroundings.

Void.

Only a void was left, as though you were the only one in a vast universe.

… Anxious. Afraid.

Something was wrong, as though the world outside had stopped; as though a cold, misleading blanket had restricted your eyes from their surroundings; as though you weren’t the only one left in a vast universe.

Air rushed back into your lungs quicker than you could comprehend and you sat up heaving for breath. A queasiness made its way through your body and before you could even try to suppress the rising vomit in your throat, you wretched all over the floor you were sitting on. The urge to vomit again arose once the smell wafted to your nose and you struggled to remember what the hell had happened before now.

After spitting the remaining bile from your mouth, you raised a trembling hand to rub your eyes; you remembered meeting up with Gabe in a pub and talking about a random theory you had, then you went up to the bar to get some drinks. After that, though, you couldn’t remember anything at all as to what happened in that pub for you to wake up like this.

Undoubtedly, the nausea that had calmed only slightly had been caused by something and the uneasy feeling in your gut told you it wasn’t because of the drinks.

With that thought, you focused on your growing dread and willed your unnaturally heavy eyes to open. Immediately, you regretted it.

A rather embarrassing scream tore itself from your throat when your eyes met another pair mere inches from your face. It was a girl, only slightly younger than yourself but definitely not an adult. Her eyes had followed you as you’d scrambled back and you noticed with clouded curiosity that they were different colours - one was a beautiful blue and the other was a deep green with specks of silver dotted around the iris. Much like her eyes, her clothes didn’t seem to follow a specific colour pattern. Ripped, striped socks of purple and blue lined each leg and she wore a torn dress of green and orange. Her hair was as fiery as her clothes with its gorgeous ginger colour and the mix and match of her entire appearance was strangely appealing to your eyes.

Clapping hands distracted you from your observations. “Oh, isn’t she cute? Like a little puppy, a little adorable puppy, and puppies need to be looked after! Yes, that’s what they need. What else do puppies need?” You ogled at her outburst. Her question hadn’t even processed in your mind, only the intensity and obscenity of her speech. As her gaze darkened, however, and her irises swapped sides inhumanely, only then did you truly pay attention to her words.

“Disobedient little puppies need to be puuuuuuuuniiiiiiiiisheddddddddd.”

“What?” The question left you in a horrified gasp. It was only the tip of the iceberg, questions were forming in your brain at a speed you were unfamiliar with and the inevitable headache hit you with viable intensity as you gazed deeper into her ever changing eyes.

In response to your question, she clapped her hands again with delight and giggled deliriously. Then, abruptly, her hands lowered slowly, and her expression turned blank. Her stare looked through your eyes to something beyond.

For a time, all she did was gaze into the void, and it was only when she finally blinked did her temperament change once again.

Small, uncalloused and surprisingly strong hands wrapped around your throat with an unforgiving squeeze. Eyes widening in shock and fear, your own hands desperately fought against her, trying with all of your might to lessen the pressure to your throat.

She glared into your eyes, the contrast between anger and fear poetic even now. “You deserve to be punished! You disobey us without correction and now you’re like a puppy! But, oh!” You could breathe again although you weren’t fully out of her grasp. She’d taken to wrapping around your quivering body and stroking your hair all whilst whispering deluded things into your ear.

“Puppies are innocent and so very, very, vulnerable. They must be protected, by who? By me! I’ll protect you like I protect… um… what do I protect again?”

“Delirium,” a deep voice spoke, your eyes widened minutely at the sound. “That is enough.”

Both of you looked up to the source of the sound and, while her face brightened and she instantly let go of you in favour of bouncing towards the voice, yours dropped once you beheld just who had commanded the crazy girl.

It was the man from the pub. The very man that had captured your entire attention the moment your eyes fell on him, who had magically reconstructed the glasses you’d dropped and who had… “You did something to me, with that sand. You did it to Gabe too. Why? Where is he? Where am I?”

His face darkened even further from its already cold exterior at your confrontation, his attention having been ripped from the girl by your rude tone. In your defence, rationality was hardly a priority for you at the moment.

“You dare address me so?” Fear unlike any other seized your heart. Despite not having considered your tone before speaking, within a moment of chilling clarity, you finally began to grasp the situation you were in and the danger that could easily turn fatal at any second.

Gulping audibly, you tried to form any semblance of an apology, however, no words left your mouth as you, at long last, beheld the five others standing by him. Just what had you gotten yourself into?

A woman, with dark skin and incredible curly hair, wearing a black vest and equally dark jeans spoke before the man could threaten you anymore. “Dream, give the poor girl a break. She’s just confused and that is no thanks to you, so rein it in.”

He, Dream as she’d called him, had enough self-discipline to at least appear apologetic even if he never stated so. Contrary to his sudden calmness, you still eyed him wearily (trying in vain to remain composed at his intense stare).

The way she spoke of you was oddly condescending. In spite of her words having been defending you, they were undoubtedly patronising - as though she felt the need to rub it in your face, your helplessness and hopelessness against seven other people. Heck, you didn’t even know why you were here, let alone why she’d intended her words to be like that!

Under the guise of fear you observed them all - you thought and planned how exactly you were to escape the room you were in. It wasn’t very big, the room, although it was lavish in a way that was homey. Where you sat on a dark, patterned carpet, you could see that most of the walls were an unnatural ebony that no doubt held secrets unfathomable for your brain. They beheld no insight to where you were or whether or not there was an escape in them.

Deciding not to dwell on what you didn’t understand (which seemed to be an ever growing list), the furniture and layout of the room held your attention now. To the right of where you sat, there was a fireplace and two seats of crimson leather were situated before it. In between them lay a table with a book - something was scrawled on the spine but in the lighting you couldn’t quite see what it was.

“Ohh, she is rather naughty, isn’t she?” Your head whirled around at the smooth, seductive voice. Their eyes narrowed at you in a way that made you tense in anticipation, of what kind, you knew not. “And clueless.” Similar to others, their expression darkened and suddenly their dark red lipstick signified more than just extravagance - each of the seven wore something akin to resentment on their face as they looked down on you. You must’ve done something catastrophically vile to garner such spiteful attention.

In the background, you noticed there were portraits. Very big, very grand and very detailed. And each individual one depicted one of the beings before you; admittedly, they wore different clothes but the resemblance was uncanny.

“How can you fault me for being clueless when none of you have made any effort to explain literally anything to me?” You spoke bravely. “I mean, the only time that I did ask questions it’s a wonder the death glare I got didn’t actually kill me!”

Some of them looked amused at your words, others looked downright pissed and then there was the poor girl who couldn’t seem to comprehend what you’d said, never mind settling on a singular emotion. You pitied her in an odd way.

Dream looked at you with nothing short of absolute hatred, yet the scariest thing was how his expression had never changed. He was able to convey such a powerful emotion all while making hardly any effort at all, subtlety was a weapon for him, you realised, and it would be extremely difficult to recognise when and even if he was planning to kill you. He raised a hand and your eyes squeezed shut in dread. What was it you were thinking about him killing you?

Sand flicked across your face once more and you braced yourself for whatever pain he’d force upon you. The sand cut and nicked your skin, warmth flowed down parts of your face as blood rose out of the split skin. Like a rabid dog, your movements became driven by pure instinct as you futilely shielded your face from the onslaught of the shard-like sand. The grains were too small, however, and weaved themselves through the tiny nooks and crannies of your violently shaking hands. More cuts appeared on your hands as your resistance persisted and soon red was all that could be seen.

Slowly the torment began to cease. Only when you were completely sure it had stopped did you lower your hands. Expecting to see rivers of blood, you questioned your mental stability when clear, unmarred skin was all that could be seen.

“Let that be a warning of what is to come, little deceiver,” Dream threatened from across the room. You gazed up with tears spilling down your face. No shed of remorse could be found on his face, if anything, you’d say he definitely enjoyed what he’d done to you.

Despair became a hole in your heart; was this what had happened to Gabe? Had they caused such agony upon him as they had to you? Worse? Was he… no, you couldn’t think like that. Not if you wanted any chance of surviving these masochistic scumbags.

One of the unfamiliar people started gasping, moaning, you noticed with horror. Her worn, lifeless clothes made the distinction from her mood that much more disturbing. As she brought a hand up to her face, you noticed a hook ring on her finger and before you could process what had happened she’d stabbed her own fat cheek and angled the ring so that it cut the entirety of the cheek.

Nobody else commented on it, only the one in red lipstick seemed to react positively to it by reaching over and hugging her from behind. Numbly, water continued to run down your face as you struggled to do literally anything in that moment.

Another ginger began to approach you, a man with a similar appearance to a lumberjack. Oddly, his demeanour was warm - an unfamiliar contrast to what you’d been familiarised with - and he asked you a genuine question with no ill will hidden between the syllables.

“Would you let me carry you? Please? You can’t be comfortable down there.” His voice was pleasant and deep and you found yourself contemplating what he’d said.

“She does not deserve such a choice, Destruction,” Dream said uninvitedly.

Hidden from his eyes, Destruction rolled his eyes and the illusion of a smile spread across your face. It was the way he resembled Gabe, even if only in behaviour, that made you nod your head. A sharp pang struck your heart at the reminder of him.

Instantly, another moan echoed in the room and as Destruction picked you up you curled against his muscular chest in an attempt to drown out the uncomfortable sounds.

“Despair, my twin, your time will come, have no fear. For now we must try and control ourselves,” the blonde with lipstick said.

“Sorry, Desire.”

A low, slow, cruel laugh left Desire’s lips. “Do not apologise, sister. It’s her that should be sorry.”

Destruction had begun walking by that point, right towards the rest of them, and as you passed in between them you saw how each and every one of them looked at you: Desire had a hungry look on their face, Despair could barely contain her pleasure, Death revealed nothing, Delirium had a mix of elation and fury on her face, the mystery man was hidden by his cloak and Dream… Dream’s face was positively murderous.

Somewhere there was an explanation for his malice towards you, it was up to you to exploit it and wield it for yourself. Avoiding his eyes, you looked down and noticed that in his arms was the book from by the fireplace. The close distance finally allowed you to see what it said on the spine.

A new form of dread filled you; the book, it read:

(Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Dream must’ve sensed where your attention was, for he stopped Destruction in his path and reached a hand to your chin. His grip in his fingers alone felt more powerful than both of Destruction’s arms together and at any second he could render you incapacitated or even dead.

“Know that any intentions of escape will be met with more severe punishment should myself or any of my siblings catch you in your misdeeds.” Oh fuck, he knew that you’d been looking for an escape, they all did. And did he say siblings? Their allegiance to one another must be unparalleled if they would cooperate with what Dream had done and said to you and not report it to any authorities.

So far he’d kidnapped you, assaulted you in one way or another, threatened you and now had an entire book dedicated to what was, without a doubt, your entire life story. How long had he, they, been keeping tabs on you?

The familiarity in which they spoke to you was unnerving to say the least, but the confidence in which they held themselves suggested that there was something beyond just cocky self-entitlement. Obviously, that played a substantial part in all of their personalities yet you still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something that you were missing.

Dream had been able to manipulate sand, to control it, and he’d used it to put you to sleep. That goes against every law of physics in existence and yet, he’d wielded it as an extension of himself. Then there was that god awful helmet, who knows where that could’ve gone but you noticed that in his painting he was wearing it. Did it have any significance? You didn’t know. You’d be damned if you didn’t find out though.

These… people… seemed to have funny names with funny outfits and funny personalities. They also seemed to have a power about them that you were helpless to fight against should they decide to use it on you, like Dream had recently. Did all of them have sand powers? Perhaps it was just Dream. Suddenly the song “Mr. Sandman” seemed to have taken on a new meaning.

Considering that, their names each contributed to whatever they were wearing in some way; Dream with his sand, Delirium with her vibrant colours, Desire with clothes that revealed a bit too much, Despair with that fucking ring and Death with an Ankh around her neck, an ancient Egyptian hieroglyph for Life.

But that was only six. There was another one who hadn’t been named, hadn’t spoken. His hooded cloak and massive book that had been chained to him revealed nought about him other than he was probably very knowledgeable. Maybe unwillingly so if the chain held any significance.

Alas, it wasn’t him who was of concern at the moment. It was the infamous Sandman (you hypothesised).

Addressing him with a clearer head than you’d had since waking up, you wriggled around in Destruction’s hold so that you could appear more in power than you actually were.

Amusement glittered in his surreal cerulean eyes.

“Duly noted.” Simple, though your comment was, it also grounded you further and allowed more thoughts to turn calculative rather than inoperative.

Destruction cut off your silent stare down as he continued in his path towards the floating portraits. The floating portraits. Floating. Okay, sure, that was normal.

Feeling as though your brain would literally combust if you continued to dwell on it, you silently chuckled at how if anything were to push you over the edge it would be gravity defying portraits. Not the fact that you’d been kidnapped or assaulted with practically sentient sand.

Vibrations could be felt from Destruction’s chest as he addressed his siblings curiously. “Alright, where are we going now?”

“Colours and patterns! Moving and making and forming and shaping! We can go to my realm, it’ll be funnnnnnn! Puppies love fun,” her puppy bullshit was really starting to grate your nerves.

Death smiled patiently at Delirium and you applauded her tolerance of the young girl. If anything were to convince you that they were siblings, it’d be that. “Delirium, you know that we agreed we’d go to the Dreaming. It’s been a while since we all visited as a family, hasn’t it?” She turned to you after restoring Delirium’s complacency, “It’d be the first for you, obviously. Thanks to your avoidance of us all there really is so much you’re missing.” Sighing rather dramatically, she turned to the cloaked man. “Is that still okay, Destiny?”

Destiny nodded once at her then turned to you all; “The path we tread is murky - our decisions must be wise, careful… lest we lead the universe to its destruction.” Poor, poor Destruction tensed his hold on you, causing you to bite your lip to prevent crying out.

“Big brother, Destiny meant no harm with his words,” Desire crooned from where they were perched behind Despair, blood dripping from multiple areas on the latter’s face.

“Do I not get a say in this?”

All seven heads jerked in your direction, Destruction’s beard dangerously close to getting in your eyes. Shoulders hunching, you diverted your eyes from everyone, remaining silent. The familiar feeling of dread crippled you once more.

“Destruction, could you place the human onto her feet, please?” Death’s eerily calm voice broke the suffocating silence. He did so, and you noticed his hesitancy to do so along with a final reassuring squeeze.

As he stood back, Dream glided towards you with as much grace as a King. He towered over you, looked down at you from his nose - you were beneath him in more ways than one, of that you knew. Didn’t mean you had to like it. Cruelly, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I will enjoy this, little deceiver.”

Your eyes joined as he drew back slightly, still only inches from your face. Suspiciously, you never once felt the hints of breath on your face; did this guy not breathe either?

The two of you stood like that long enough for you to forget about Death momentarily. Feeling your eyes suddenly sag under an invisible pressure and your mouth to dry up like the Sahara desert, Death’s hidden threat began affecting you.

Dream took a step back, narrowly avoiding your collapsing form. The weight of the world felt like it was on your shoulders and you were physically incapable of moving a muscle.

The carpeted floor was the only reprieve you had before the full force of Death overtook you.

Hell erupted inside of you; you could feel your organs burning within your body, slowly, so agonisingly slowly, were they burning and melting and disintegrating. Blood formed inside of you and there was nowhere for it to go apart from up up up up out of your mouth, your nose, your eyes.

A boiling feeling bursted over your entire body, a heat so intense that the carpet around you seared and crisped in its magnitude. Blisters, horrible, rotten blisters formed from the tips of your toes to your forehead and the pressure of the very air around you was almost too unbearable to withstand. Twistedly, the way they popped was comparable to bubble wrap.

Gory pus spewed from the broken skin. For the second time that day, you vomited everything that was in you. But your stomach couldn’t be emptied, so your stomach was what was emptied; the remaining flesh of your intestines, your stomach, your kidneys and your heart surged out of your mouth. Pools of blood formed around you and as you lay in the remains of your organs, all the while wondering distantly how you were still alive without a heart… you wished for Death.

She didn’t stop. In fact, it only got worse.

Nails were forcibly ripped from their beds. Screaming brokenly, you pleaded for mercy but it. Didn’t. Stop. Ripping filled the room, with a numb sense of horror you knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was your skin that was being torn, flayed.

You were being skinned alive, by a force you could not see, a force you weren’t even sure existed outside of your violently tormented mind. Hair fell from your head in clumps.

Being nude in front of the seven siblings didn’t even occur to you, how could it when nude wasn’t even something you were capable of being anymore?

“Death, you must stop this! This has gone on too far!” Words entered your brain and immediately left it in an odd sense of delirium.

“Puppies like colours,” puppies did like colours… and the colours you saw were so very pretty-

You started to convulse on the floor. The onslaught of so many sensations nearly breaking your brain. Another scream ripped itself from your bloodied throat; salt burned along your flayed body and you pleaded for Death once more. You were wholly set on doing anything to escape this torture and surrendering to the colours because they were oh-so pretty-

Then they vanished. And only darkness remained. “Listen to my voice, deceiver. Follow the light.” Stars formed around you but one outshone the rest. Captivated, you listened to the deep voice and drew near like a moth to a flame (something deep down warned you that this was dangerous). “Very good, little one.” A rush of energy swirled inside of you and with unfamiliar strength, you enveloped the star in your palms.

Weightlessness overwhelmed you and you sagged into the waiting abyss, finally falling into the arms of what you desired most.

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Low, soothing voices registered in your brain, it was them that woke you from your slumber.

“I stated extremely explicitly, sister, that our decisions were catastrophically critical for the preservation of the universe and then you decide to do this?” The tone itself was chillingly calm and tremors spread across your body.

There was a moan and the voices quietened.

Arms wrapped around your drained body and a comforting hand raked itself through your hair, “Sh, my sweet, it’s over. You’re safe, you’re alive.”

Alive? You were alive? For a split second, you couldn’t remember what would encourage such words but then it all came rushing back. Despair gripped you in a chokehold, any coherent thought fled your brain as phantom sensations flared all over your body.

Colours formed, they did nothing to distract you.

Frantically, you ripped yourself from the cage you were in, the blood already too prominent and the scent, the rancid scent of the pus-

Grains of sand hit your face. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you blinked blearily at the golden grains floating before you. Deliriously, you raised a hand to touch them but a tanned one grabbed your own. And with it, clarity.

Death had sunk her claws into you and you’d come so very close to sinking into the depths of her sea, drowning in an endless current of burning and boiling until you wasted away into any other being a victim to her malice.

Except it was not Death who held your hand, it was Destruction. His eyebrows were knit in concern and he appeared to be troubled… he was pained on your behalf. That struck you as odd, surely someone with such a name should revel in your pain.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” He used your name, the first of any of them to do so.

Your quivering lips were the only answer he needed. Despondently, he nodded his head and averted his eyes as though ashamed of your inevitable answer. “I, we, would like you to know that nothing like that will happen of our will again. Death is older than most of us, has the biggest responsibility of us all and your challenge… pushed her over the edge.”

Facing Death, even acknowledging that she was in the room, was too much for you. At the moment, your will was as stable as a Jenga tower and any ill movement would make it crumble completely.

Destruction’s words made sense, especially if your growing theory that these were exactly what their names signified. Despite your absolute hatred towards her presently, a small understanding part of you sympathised with the intensity of her burden.

No words left your mouth in response to his, no words could. You didn’t know what to say or what to feel. Your inner whirlwind of emotions was wholly confusing and you just wanted them to stop so you could gather your wits.

Reluctantly, Destruction released your hand, again squeezing it in reassurance one last time. An unrestrained whimper left your throat at the reminder of what happened after he’d done that the last time.

Before you could descend into your own paranoia, more grains of sand tickled your face. More memories rushed through you then.

“You saved me,” you didn’t look up, nor did you raise your voice above a whisper. Dream never voiced his acknowledgement and you couldn’t be bothered to check if he knew it was him whom you were addressing.

Regardless of the hate filled relationship you two had, the two words left you with no disinclination:

“Thank you.”

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loreleyfromouterspace · 7 months

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Lab Work

Fandom(s): The Sandman, Quantum Leap Pairing: Dr. Ian Wright x afab!Reader; Desire of the Endless x afab!Reader Description: In Ian's lab, certain rules have to be followed. Warnings: Workplace romance and associated power imbalance (all consentual), Oral(both giving and recieving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, Cum, Roleplay, My attempts at writing comedy/witty banter Note: I have never seen Quantum Leap lmao Wordcount: 3.100 Read this and my other Desire x Reader fanfics on Ao3

“Could you come here for a minute? I think I need your help.”

You looked up from the documents in front of you and saw Dr. Ian Wright standing at a desk, looking over to you.

“Sure. What’s wrong?” you asked as you stood up and walked over to your superior, being hit by the pleasant smell of their aftershave but quickly distracting yourself by surveying the papers lying on the table.

“I’ve hit a wall with these calculations, and maybe a fresh pair of eyes…”, they paused, looked you up and down, sighed, and pushed their glasses up with two fingers, “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to do this, but I feel like at this point I have to say something.”

You knitted your eyebrows together as they looked at the ceiling, seemingly unable to meet your gaze.

“I… I really need you to dress more appropriate for this place. It’s been going on ever since you’ve started here, but this…” they gesticulated at your outfit, “Is taking it too far!”

You looked down at yourself, at the blouse and the checkered skirt, and leaned against the desk. You had been hired less than a month ago and really liked the work and the colleagues, and this was quite unexpected.

“I don’t understand, is it not cute enough or something?”

“It’s not about how your clothes look. It's about the fact that this is a lab, a lab that has important safety precautions, and you are wearing a chiffon top with lace details and a skirt that is really more of a big belt. Of… of course you are free to do whatever you want with your body, but as long as you are in this lab, you at least have to wear pants! Did you not have labs in college? Your grades are excellent, how can you not know the appropriate clothes for a place like this?”

Their bleached hair bounced softly as they became more and more agitated. Now it was your turn to look away, away from the physicist who was always dressed extremely well but at the same time rarely showed anything more than their forearms.

“Dr. Wright I…”

“Ian.”

“Ian. I did have labs in college, but there was the lockdown and then I did my internship and then the professor who was supposed to supervise the labs went on maternity leave two weeks earlier than expected… so I didn’t have as many as I should have had.”

“Still, you signed a pledge that you have read and understand the safety measures…”

“I’m sorry, nobody ever reads these! Have you read them?!”

“Yes, I have, because I wrote them! This is the US military hon, we are dealing with time jump technology. What if, tomorrow, we have some sort of accident, and you get transported 500 years into the future looking like this?”

“With the way climate change is going that is probably the most fitting outfit for that scenario!” you pouted.

They leaned over you and despite being scolded, you desperately tired not to blush from the proximity.

“I understand that this is your first job straight out of college, but this…” they halted as their eyes seemingly got distracted by something and immediately shot up to the ceiling in embarrassment, “for the love of science, please tell me that you’re wearing underwear right now.”

Now you definitely blushed and tried to conceal this fact by looking at your shoes, who, now that you thought about it, were probably also not suited for this kind of environment.

“My washing machine broke, and I didn’t have the time to go to the laundromat last night.”

“So your only choice was to come into work commando?!”

You sighed, defeated.

“Sorry.”

This was especially bad because you actually liked Ian, with their unique style and warm, dorky demeanour, and getting lectured by them on dress code violations put reality back into perspective: They were your boss, and not somebody it was okay to fantasize about.

“Listen,” they said after a brief silence, taking on a softer and more forgiving tone, “This isn’t about me controlling you. You are my assistant, and as such I have a responsibility to keep you safe, and part of that is unfortunately enforcing safety measures. Again, what you do after work is none of my business or concern, but from now on, at least cover your knees while you’re here.”

While they were talking, one of their hands with which they had been propping themselves up on the table dislodged itself to gently smooth the folds of your skirt, and then came to rest on your thigh. You noticed this and glanced at their hand, and it made Ian blush and withdraw it quickly.

“Sorry,” they said apologetically, “Now I’m being inappropriate.”

You batted your eyelashes and reached for their hand to place it on your thigh again, a bit higher than been before, making it touch the hem of your skirt, almost dipping under it.

“If I didn’t know better…”, Ian murmured, “I would say that you have been wearing these clothes not because you didn’t know about the rules, but because you want to appeal to certain people in this facility.”

“Porque no los dos?” you asked coquettishly and shifted your leg so that two of their fingers actually slid under your skirt, caressing the sensitive skin of your thigh, “I contain multitudes.”

“What am I going to do with you, little star?” they sighed while pulling you closer, allowing you to feel the bulge growing in their black slacks.

“I suggest,” you answered coyly and gasped as their hand slid around you to grab your ass, “we do whatever we like.”

“You are going to get me in so much trouble” they sounded hoarse as they leaned forward to kiss you hungrily, their lips trapping yours beneath them and only interrupting the kiss long enough to moan when you grabbed the front of their pants, tracing their length with your fingers.

In what seemed like a ferocious heat, they lifted you up and set you down on the desk, letting their lips move on past your jawline to your collarbone, but immediately stopping when they felt you tense up in their arms.

“What?” they asked, a little out of breath. You were looking at something behind them, and when they followed your gaze, they chuckled lightly.

“Oh that,” they gently patted your leg to redirect you attention from the surveillance camera pointed at you behind them, “that thing is fake. The machines in here interfere with nearly all modern cameras, so they put the dummy up there to at least pretend. It’s perfectly safe, don’t worry.”

That calmed your nerves enough for you to begin nestling with their belt buckle, but you still bit your lip, uncertain.

“And if you’re worried about Jenn, don’t be”, they assured you, “What we have couldn’t be further from exclusive or monogamous. If anything, she’s probably going to be salty that I got you first.”

“Then yes,” you answered their unspoken question and threw yourself at them, crashing your lips together. Your knees moved apart almost without your doing, allowing Ian to have even more access to your body.

“Please let me touch your tits,” they grunted in between two kisses as you pressed yourself against them, “please, I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”

Your lips being occupied, you managed to wriggle your hands free and opened your blouse with trembling fingers. Ian lost no time whatsoever, immediately starting to grope your chest and freeing your tits from the cream-coloured bra you were wearing. Your nipples turned hard under their massage, and it made you gasp and moan. It almost distracted you from your mission to get into their pants, but eventually you managed to open their belt and pull down their zipper, but when you slid down from the desk to kneel on the floor and came face to face with their bulge, you froze.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?” Ian asked above you, “We can stop any time, you know. You don’t have to…”

“No, I want this,” you asserted with a shaky voice, “I’m just…”

They were so big, even in their underwear.

“…not sure if you’ll fit.”

“Oh baby, don’t worry about it,” they gently ran their hand through your hair, “I’ll make sure you’ll be fine, okay?”

Reassured, you nodded and began to wrestle their erection from their boxer briefs, running your hands along their shaft once their cock was free, delighting at how they hissed from the touch. Tentatively, you leaned forward and licked over the tip, which made Ian moan and tighten their grip onto your hair. Emboldened by their reaction, you parted your lips and took them into your mouth.

“Fuck,” they sighed above you as you began to bob your head, trying your best to take all of them, “You’re so good at this, is this was you did instead of attending your labs?”

Your throat tightened around their cock, and they grunted, a sound that made you tremble. You continued to blow them, taking them into your mouth fully and tasting their precum on your tongue, until they moaned louder and louder, gripped pulled your hair, and came down your throat.

“Fuck,” they repeated and watched as you swallowed their spent, “let me take care of you now!”

“Yes,” you exhaled and allowed them to pull you up and lift you onto the desk, feeling a rush of adrenaline from the prospect of Ian’s lips on your skin once again.

Ian parted your legs enthusiastically and kissed you with a hunger and passion that you had never experienced before. You gasped as they moved down your neck to your breasts, taking the time to pop each one once or twice before pressing a trail of kisses down your body. You arched your back as they dipped their head under your skirt, and you shivered as you felt their hot breath on your sensitive skin.

“Des- Ian!” you groaned and tried to squirm forward to meet their face, “Please, I want you so badly!”

You could have sworn that you heard them chuckle, but no time to dwell on that, as half a second later, you felt their tongue running over your slit and circling your clit, making you almost scream and feverously grip onto the desk and Ian’s head in order not to topple over.

“Please don’t stop!”, you moaned as the physicist continued to suck your clit while sliding one finger into you. Soon they had worked themselves up to two and three fingers, all while practically drinking the juices coming from you. It took an embarrassingly short time for you to reach your high, with Ian working their fingers and tongue together and you grinding your hips on their face. After you had tightened around them, they reemerged from the floor, but showed no signs of letting your orgasm stop you from what you had been doing.

After a moment in which both of you caught your breath, they rushed forward to kiss you once again, and you excitedly opened your mouth to allow their tongue to slide in between your lips. The taste of your juices on their lips combined with the remnant of their cum in your mouth made excitement pool between your legs all over again, and when you reached between your two trembling bodies, you wrapped your hand around their still rock-hard erection and began rubbing it up and down, running your thumb over their cockhead and spreading their new precum along their shaft.

“You are insatiable,” they chuckled with a desperate edge to their voice, indicating that they were as willing as you to keep going.

While you continued to jerk them off, Ian interrupted their attention to your lips to pull open one of their desk drawers and reached into it, clearly searching for something.

“Shit,” they muttered, making you stop.

“What?”

“I’m out of condoms!” they said and pointedly shook an empty box.

Had you been in a different state, you probably would have asked why they had condoms in their work desk, but right now, you were way to horny for that, so instead you said:

“I’m on birth control, and all clean.”

“Me too!”, Ian beamed, “Do you still want to?”

“Yes!” you gasped and wanted to resume giving them a handjob, but they stopped you by bending over and licking over your slit again before pumping their cock up and down and gently teasing your already raw pussy with their length.

“You are horrible,” you rasped and tried bucking your hips, “Such a mean…”

You wanted to continue, but before you could, Ian slid halfway into you, forcing the air out of your lungs and making you gasp. They kissed your shoulders while staying still inside of you to give you the chance to get used to the feeling of them inside of you. Their cock felt even bigger up your snatch than it had felt in your mouth, but luckily you were still wet from your previous orgasm. It felt so good to be full of them, and your walls clenched around them in a wave of pleasure.

Ian noticed your reaction and took it as a sign to bottom out. A loud moan escaped your mouth in response and your eyes rolled back into head for a moment, their cock almost hitting your cervix and stretching you to an almost impossible point.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” they grunted and pressed their hand to your lower back to bring you closer to them while using the other hand to steady both of you on the table, “How am I ever going to get that feeling out of my head?”

Before you could answer Ian began moving back and forth, emptying your brain of all possible words. Out of your mouth only came moans and gasps as they pounded you, before their hungry lips crashed into yours and effectively silenced you. You were desperate for something to hold onto and could only dig your fingernails into the skin on their shoulders, especially once their hand found it’s way between your bodies and began to circle your clit.

“I think ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned once their lips had released yours.

“Me too, fuck”, they answered and intensified their thrusts, “You are so damn wet, so wet for me.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged them, even though it was clear that it this point that neither of you would be able to stop even if you wanted to.

Then you came around their cock, lust clouding your eyes and making you grip onto their hair. You second orgasm was more intense then your first, and you ground your hips against Ian to steal as much pleasure as you could.

“Do you want me to come inside you?”, Ian asked after you were done riding out your high and your leg were shaking.

“Yes!” you gasped and after a few more thrusts, they collapse against you, and you felt their hot cum coat your insides.

For a few minutes, you remained like this, in each other’s arms and occasionally exchanging soft, languid touches and kisses. Then, Ian straightened their back and moved out of you, the friction making you moan softly.

“Wait,” they instructed you, pulled open another drawer and handed you something, “I think these should fit.”

They had given you a pair of cotton underwear, which you slid on before sliding off the desk and pulling your skirt down before trying to fix your blouse with trembling fingers.

“Let me help you,” Ian had closed their pants and belt in the meantime, “Unfortunately I also have to tell you that that bra is also not okay to wear to work.”

“Why not?! You can’t even see it!” you objected as they carefully closed the buttons.

“It’s not about seeing. If you consult the rules that nobody ever reads, you’ll find that metal wires like these,” they stabbed their finger into the still exposed foam cup, “can be a serious safety hazard when dealing with high-powered magnets and are therefore not to be worn in lab environments.”

“Fine”, you conceded, “I promise that tomorrow, I’ll walk in here in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, closed shoes, and a non-wired bra.”

“And panties.”

“Yes, and panties, Christ alive!”

“Perfect,” they praised you, “That’s all I’m asking for. Can I kiss you?”

“You cock was inside me five minutes ago,” you laughed, “You are literally dripping out of me right now, and you are asking if you can kiss me?”

“Consent is important!” they protested with pink cheeks, but you shut them down by getting on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around their neck.

“The answer is yes,” you said, “Yes, Dr. Ian Wright, you may kiss me.”

Their lips were soft and gentle, and it made you relax into the touch. Once you opened your eyes again, the lab had disappeared around you and Ian Wright had turned back into Desire, who smiled mischievously and pulled you against them.

“What kind of Physicist has fresh underwear in my size in their desk?” you joked and smiled.

“I suspect it’s the same kind of Physicist that keeps condoms in there!” they parried and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

“Did you like it?” you changed the topic, a bit shy about asking.

“Sweetness, you always ask what I want and what I like, and I always tell you that I love seeing you happy and fucked out. So, did you like it?”

“I did,” you blushed.

This had not been the first immersive roleplay you and Desire had tried. In the past, you had been the mistress to a famous singer working in a 1920s nightclub, a concubine to a tyrannical ruler, an escort being hired by politician, and many more, but being Ian Wrights assistant was new. You had been a bit shy about suggesting it since it felt kind of elaborate, but Desire – as always – had been excited and had worked to make your fantasy feel as real as possible.

“I liked it a lot, actually.”

“That’s what I thought”, another kiss, “I’m sure Ian Wright will need you help again at some point, so we are ready to go back to the lab whenever you like.”

“Sounds incredibly tempting,” you said with a smile, “But before that I’m going to need a shower.”

“Say no more,” Desire purred and swept you off your feet to carry you to the bathroom.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #desire of the endless #desire sandman #desire x reader #desire of the endless x reader #the sandman x reader #quantum leap #dr ian wright #dr ian wright x reader

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myoddessy · 2 years

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i'm going insane. in fact, i've already gone insane. i forget what original thoughts sound like. there is no good and there is no evil. there is only mason alexander park.

they could do things to me and that's i'll i'm gonna say on that matter (no it's not but i'm trying to save some of my dignity tonight)

#they're so hot i'm gonna throw up #I WANNA KISS THEM #AND THEIR TATTOOS #i have a thing for tattoos 😋#them and their gf are literally the cutest tho 💔#mason alexander park #desire #desire of the endless #the sandman #neil gaiman #desire of the endless x reader

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morhpeus-reblogs · 2 years

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Two Times Desire Leaves You Hanging .... & One Time You Get Sweet Revenge

Pairing: Desire x gn!reader

Warnings: orgasm denial, edging, rutting, hair-pulling, semi-public sex, I have not read the comics only watched the show, apologies (although I’d love to get my hands on all the comics)

Originally suggested by: @sherazyjade, inspired by this post

*goes to get my headcanons scanned* "Congratulations, its a fic!"

fuck me

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Desire enjoys denying their favorites ... unfortunately you've been high up on that list ever since you stumbled into an unlikely friendship with Dream. Whatever their brother had, Desire wanted their claws on ...in...around. You get the picture.

they had you wrapped around their perfectly manicure fingers from the first time your lips connected: New Year's Eve in a fever rush of bodies and lights

Desire showed up to satisfy their curiosity about you and "bumped into you" on the dancefloor

the stranger with golden eyes and chiseled cheekbones was just so intriguing to talk to, and made you feel so comfortable in their arms, like you'd known them forever

(you just couldn't remember where you'd met before, though they assured you that you had)

and the way they moved against you on the dance floor in time with pulsing music... soon you were drifting away from your circle of friends towards the outer edges of the dancefloor

you didn’t know who kissed who first but before you knew it things were hot and heavy, you were tangling your hands in their stiff slicked-backed hair

"My .... you are something, Y/N..." they purred appreciatively, their lipstick-smudged lips were parted and breathless.

With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they slipped their hands under the hem of your clothing, scratching lightly over you skin with their nails

at that point, you'd had enough teasing

you snatched their hands in yours and pull them away from the crowd, resolute

you were trying to hide the fact that your legs were trembling with the want coursing through your veins, your skin sensitive and hot

it's all you could do to walk in a straight line

You found the nearest exit, and, leaning against the wall in the darkened hallway and pulled them flush against you eagerly

kissing you open-mouthed with tongue, Desire was more than happy to oblige, they grabbed your ass harshly and ground their hips up against your's

You growled in frustration into the nape of their neck, and paw at the waistband of their trousers

"Frustrated, are we?" they chuckle.

You whined incoherently in response

They tugged your hair, pulling your head to the side and whisper in your ear, "You don't know the half of it, Y/N."

they unceremoniously shoved their knee between your parted thighs, momentarily satisfying the ache that was building between them

the music and the voices of the revelers still droned in your ears, but you were hyperfocused on the gorgeous being who torturing you

you moaned and rutted against there leg, begging for more

“Ohh...since you asked so prettily ...” they whispered.

The sucked and bit at your neck, before pinning your wrists against the wall behind you with one hand, pulling you farther up their thigh with other.

You moved on each other shamelessly, frantically, sinful little noises escaping your throats at the friction you generated

“We should … go somewhere more private.” You managed to form a coherent sentence.

They froze.

“We should, should we?”

You stared into their golden orbs in confusion as they pulled away, grinning, but suddenly aloof.

“Tell me, though, this must be rather sudden for you. Are you sure?”

You nodded firmly. “I know what I want .” Wasn’t it obvious?

“Good … very good…” they murmured, their voice dripping with honey.

You stepped towards them, eager to be back in their arms. But as you reached out to touch them black smoke began to rise off them like vapor.

You withdrew your hand in shock as it swirled and flashed.

“I’m so glad you know what it is you truly desire, Y/N…” they said, enveloped in the shadows. “…now, hold that thought.”

You blinked, and they were gone.

“What the actual fuck?”

Edit: made a new blog, follow mostly-morpheus-and-myths for more

#desire of the endless #the sandman netflix #desire x reader #mason alexander park #netflix the sandman #desire the sandman #the last part is probably not canon compliant i'm sorry #and probably also really cheesy #but im not sorry about that #dream of the endless #morpheus #desire of the endless x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 10 months

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Sandman Masterlist

Full Fics:

Anons/Headcannons:

[Endearments they call you] - 2/11/2023

[Dream with an S/O who doesn't want kids]- 3/5/2023

[Dream with Hope!Reader]- 3/26/2023

[Dream with an S/O that wants kids]- 4/2/2023

[Dream and Immortal!Reader]-5/8/2023

[Dream and Kisses]- 5/8/2023

[Dream with Introvert!Reader]- 5/9/2023

[Dream with Hecate Daughter!Reader]- 5/21/2023

[Dream with Pregnant with Triplets! Reader]- 6/24/2023

[Dream with Cursed!Reader]- 7/4/2023

#dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #corinthian x reader #the corinthian x reader #desire of the endless x reader

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why-what-no · 1 year

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Learning Their Partner Is Neurodivergent & On The Autism Spectrum

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader, Desire x Reader, Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I get this request literally the day after I’m like « maybe I actually am on the spectrum and the jokes my siblings make about me being autistic are more accurate than I thought » 😅

Requested by: @punkrockvalkyrie

Morpheus:

😴 Morpheus would be super out of date on terminology when you told him about your disorder.

😴 Mental health was barely talked about when he had been imprisoned, let alone something like Autism Spectrum Disorder.

😴 But he was very supportive when you told him, after getting you to explain what it all meant. What your symptoms were and all that

😴 Honestly, Morpheus really understood it. A lot of the things you described feeling were things that he understood, and he immediately got into the routine of helping you to deal with your disorder

😴 You were the most important thing to him, and he would want to make sure you struggled as little as possible.

Desire:

😍 You didn’t really need to tell Desire what you were struggling with. They could see it even without being told.

😍 Still, they still sat you down and asked you to tell them yourself. They wanted to let you know that they wouldn’t speak about it if you didn’t want them to.

😍 But you told them, your love listening to you gently as you told them about the feelings and the struggles you have.

😍 Of course, they were mainly interested in what they could do to make your time easier. Your desires were their top priority

😍 So much of their time and brain space was spent on you, so it came as no surprise they would do anything they could to make your life easy

Lucifer:

😈 Lucifer won’t know about your disorder, but they will definitely pick up on your little quirks and needs

😈 And they’ll attend to those needs in all situations, getting rid of anything or anyone that causes you distress.

😈 But it’s only when they make a teasing comment about those quirks that you tell them that you’re on the Autism Spectrum.

😈 They’ll apologize for their comment, but when you tell them that it’s fine, Lucifer will ask you to explain your disorder a bit more

😈 They want to learn as much as possible about what their love goes through. They’ve always wanted to take care of you as much as possible, and now they know how

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solitaryearthperson · 1 year

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A Purpose

Summary: The reader summons Desire of the Endless.

(The age is 18+ and the reader uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

3 Red candles, check. Roses, check. Sugar, check. (Y/N) continued to look down at their list, making sure they did everything they were supposed to do and got all the materials needed for the summoning to work.

Sitting on the floor in a circle of sugar, wearing all red, they began to feel nervous. They were sure that this ritual would work. They did enough research and knew enough about the occult and about this particular Endless' mythology to have gotten everything right. What they were worried about was if this Endless can give them what they want. What they desired.

They lit the candles, reciting a part of the spell with each flame they lit. After that they sat the paper beside them and closed their eyes. Like the instructions told them to, they began imagining the image of what the Endless they were summoning would look like and how they would enter their home. They imagined them as a beautiful, sensual, androgynous figure, suddenly appearing outside the circle of sugar, calm and waiting, wanting to know the purpose of them being summoned. Still with their eyes closed, (Y/N) reached beside them, going past the paper and feeling the stems of the roses they had bought. 3 candles, 3 roses, they remembered from the list.

"Desire of the Endless," (Y/N) spoke, trying to control the excitement in their voice. "I summon thee."

There was nothing for a while. No sound of the wind. No sound of cars or neighbors from outside or next door. Nothing. Then suddenly there was a shift in the air.

"Well, hello there," suddenly a seductive voice spoke from in front of them.

They opened their eyes and saw the most beautiful figure in front of them. Like they imagined, Desire was a tall, seductive figure who exuded a mixture of beauty and sex. They had short, blonde coiffed hair, beautiful golden eyes, and wore a black suit. Looking up at them from the floor made (Y/N) feel even more human and powerless than they ever felt.

"Well dear," Desire bent forward and looked closer at them. "What are you doing on this filthy floor? Mmm?"

"Uh," they stammered, suddenly struck speechless by Desire's beauty. "Um,...I thought this is something you're supposed to do...w-when summoning a powerful being."

Desire chuckled at them, their luscious red lips stretching into an amused smile, and (Y/N) was struck speechless again. "You've summoned me. I'm here now. There's no need to be on the floor, darling." They made a gesture to stand up and (Y/N) found their self following Desire's silent order with no hesitation.

“Is that for me,” Desire asked, noticing the roses in (Y/N)’s hand. “How polite of you, mortal.”

“My name is-”

“I know your name, dear,” Desire interrupted them, sticking a hand out for the roses. They quickly placed the three roses in Desire’s outstretched hand, slightly touching their skin while doing so, and marveled at how soft, smooth their hand was. Almost unreal, they thought.

“I know your name, but I can’t exactly get your,” They scrunched their beautiful face up at (Y/N) in what they guessed was frustration. “Your desire.”

“What do you mean,” they asked, confused.

Desire let out a hum and began slowly picking the petals off of one of the roses, their golden gaze watching (Y/N) with fascination. “Your desire, sweetie. I know everyone’s desire and am able to give it to them, but I can’t tell yours. Why?”

“My desire might be different from everybody else’s,” they said, knowing why it couldn’t be told by them.

“Oh, really,” Desire remarked, looking amused as if they heard this before. “Then what is it? Your desire?”

Shit, they thought, feeling nervous as Desire’s gaze continued to pierce them intensely. I’ve never actually said it loud before. With a deep breath, they spoke: “I want a purpose.”

“A...purpose,” Desire questioned, raising one beautifully arched eyebrow.

“I want a purpose...to live,” They explained. “For a while, I’ve been trying to find one. I’ve tried different hobbies, different jobs, met different people, but none of them have given me a purpose to live. I’ve tried thinking about my family and friends, but...I keep thinking that they’re better off-”

“Shh,” Desire shushed them, holding up a polished finger to their lips. “A purpose is what you want?”

They didn’t want to, but they couldn’t help letting a tear run down their cheek as they nodded their head, not wanting to seem too weak in front of the Endless.

Lowering their finger, Desire looked at them. For a while, Desire didn’t say anything and only looked at (Y/N), while continuing to slowly pick off the petals of their second rose. The Endless did not reveal anything in their eyes and kept their gorgeous face neutral of emotions. Then finally, a small smile appeared on their face, and they spoke: “What do you think my purpose is, (Y/N)?”

The question surprised them, and they didn’t know what to say for a second, “Um, you rule over humans and control their desires-”

“Wrong,” they told them. “Humans have their own desires. My purpose is to give them what they want. Whether it is money, sex, drugs, or fame, my purpose is to give it to them.”

“So? What does that have to with-”

“My brother is the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Your dreams and nightmares are given to you by my brother. That is his purpose. A bird has its purpose, and an ant has its purpose. Give me your hand.”

Following their order, (Y/N) held their hand out to them and watched as Desire finished picking off the last rose petal of the second rose and dropped the stem on the floor. Taking their hand, Desire placed the third and last rose in (Y/N)’s palm and gently placed their hand on (Y/N)’s cheek, looking them in the eyes.

“Despite what you feel, what those voices inside of that little head is telling you, what others might tell you, you have a purpose, (Y/N). Just because you don’t know what it is, doesn’t mean you don’t have it. Your family, your friends, everyone loves you, and always will. I can’t give you purpose, because you already have it.”

Another tear rolled down (Y/N)’s cheek and they closed their hand around the stem of the rose. They could suddenly feel their chest become lighter and wondered if it was Desire’s doing.

“Go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow, remembering that you have purpose. Tell your friends, your family, what you feel, and they will tell you that you have a purpose.”

They closed their eyes as more tears rolled down their cheeks and sniffled. As more tears rolled down, they suddenly felt a pair of lips kissing their forehead, and when they opened their eyes, Desire was no longer there, and they were by their self, standing in the circle of sugar, candles still lit, and rose petals and stems laying outside the circle.

“I have a purpose,” they told their self, smiling at the light, airy feeling in their chest. “I have a purpose.”

#The Sandman #Sandman #The Endless #Desire of the Endless #Desire x reader #Desire x black!reader #Desire x Latino!Reader #Desire x Latina!Reader #Desire x POC!Reader #Desire imagine #The Sandman x reader #the sandman imagine #Desire of the Endless x reader #Desire of the endless x black!reader #Desire of the Endless x poc!reader

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