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copias-sewer-rat · 6 months

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COPIA'S SEWER RAT RECOMMENDATIONS PT.1

This has been a long time comming! I wanted to take the time to create a long post not only with fic recommendations but also other stuff. The Ghost community is so talented that I needed time to gather all of the amazing projects and ideas that flutter around.

(This even took longer than anticipated because just when it was almost ready some of the authors in this list posted some freaking MASTERPIECES and I needed to add them as well, obviously.)

I plan to do a post like this from time to time with new discoveries, so please if you don't follow/know these creators, please check them out. Furthermore, if there is someone you think I have missed or that you would like for me to check out, please, let me know. I am always eager to know more amazing creators.

(please be aware that some of the fics and artists I will be talking about write some very nasty, yet amazing, stories/art so please always check their tags and tws before diving in).

next part | my masterpost

📝WRITING

Let's start with one of the backbones of this amazing community: @da-rulah and her gorgeous and deliciously nasty fics. Please go read Rituale Septem and Confessional if you haven't already. Her hcs and drabbles are also so so good, you should read everything she has written, you won't be dissapointed.

Now, the wonderful, amazing writer that is @her-satanic-wiles. I have become her personal and most ardent supporter this October (if you could not tell by how much I have reblogged and liked her stuff smh). Her Kinktober challenge this year has been an absolute delight so I leave you with her mastrerlist so you can check her out on your own.

Now, my beloved, the amazing writer that is @writingjourney with my favourite fic to date I Knew Nothing but Shadows. I honestly get such joy when she posts, it is pure perfection. She puts such detail in her writing that it always makes me so incredibly happy to read her stuff. I also leave you with her masterlist, please check her out! UPDATE: SHE JUST POSTED THE MOST PERFECT VAMPIRE SECONDO FIC, you must read it: Friday Nights at the Vinothek.

The great @bupia is next!!!! I honestly adore everything they write. My personal favs are Barista Preferita, Love Letter, Bloodlust, their kinktober series and their new work is Serendipity. I am always in awe with how they write honestly. I want to be y/n so much with their fics (lol, cringe). Please read everything of theirs!

How can I not mention the absolute, amazingly talented, cowboy lover that is @ramblingoak ??? Her whole universe of cowboys (I love cowboys like yeehaw all day you know?) is honestly one of my favs, AND THE WAY SHE WRITES, let me tell you, the DETAILS, the EMOTIONAL backstories, THE ROMANCE, THE DRAMA?! Please go read The Cardinal's Bride and the other stories of the same au if you haven't done so already. You are missing out on one of the best AUs this fandom has to offer. UPDATE: A NEW FIC?! SKATING COPIA?! TIGHT SUITS?! Need I say anything else? Go read her new series: Copia on ICE!

Then, @molly-ghuleh !! I just started reading her stuff and now I cannot stop?! Camellia is SO GOOD you must read it!! It deserves much more attention!!! THE DETAILS?? The love at first sight trope leaving me in shambles???!!! I am seriously invested and I cannot recommend her more! GO! NOW!

Next, my lovely ghestie @discountdemonwarehouse/@eyeslikelilith who is so funny and so so nasty😈💜! Please go follow her here and on Ao3 for her amazing fics (I love her WWDITSxGhost fic What We Do In The Ministry the most hehehehe iykyk)

@leezlelatch and her amazing drabbles bring me so much joy, please go check her out and read everthing she posts, it is wonderful and insanely entertaining. (I cannot choose only one recommendation help, read everything!!!)

What can I say about @earthry other that she is amazing and I that I am obsessed with her drabbles and asks? I have read Watermelon Kisses so many times that you could lock me up.

Go check @zombie-rott out in general! Her stories are very comforting and nice!!! AND THE WAY SHE WRITES??? I love love love it. I highly recomend reading Pawprints, it is adorable, you should ckeck it out.

Please go read @bethbruttenholm's Seduce Me... I fell in love with this fic, so so good, and her writing is *chef's kiss*.

@anamelessfool in general is a master, like, her Omega3 fics are so nice *wink*, extra kudos for Reciprocity muhahahaha (it is delicious)

AAAAAA @gravehags and her curator!reader x copia series??? I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED? THE HALLOWEEN CHAPTER? I WAS GRINNING LIKE A MADWOMAN ALL THE TIME. She also writes a lot about the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and it is SO SO NICE!

@the-curator1 In The Darkness of your Dreams ??? AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE oh my Satan, I LOVE LOVE IT!!!

🎨ART

This list is going to be long and I don't want to sound like a broken record or make this post eternal (because I could talk about all of them for ages if you let me) so I will make only a big recommendation for the following artists:

@vogelfreyh

@piaart

@vanmec

@comfysanda

@nocterish/@nocturnal-birb

@sirlsplayland

@risunsky

@blanchebees

@mardyart

@meowsaidmissy

@forgelokid

@novaiisk

@nekronyancer

@delulluart

@yollur

@quaildoodle

@oranpo

@doodleshrimps

@kabukiaku

@thew0man

@blackbird5154

Please, check all of them. They deserve all the recognition they can get. I adore how much love and effort they put in their art, WIPS or whaterver they decide to make. Every single one of them inspires me so much, I cannot explain with words how proud I feel to be able to look at their creations and share a community or even an interest with such talented creators.

👻OTHERS

This is the one that needs more creators. I need to find projects, creators that do other things such as theorising, gifs, big projects, whatever. Please, give me your suggestions and I will check them out and add them in following entries.

For now, I leave you with a couple of amazing people that deserve all the praise:

@stressghoul I honestly follow her EVERYWHERE. I love her tiktoks so much, she is so funny. The Brittany Brosky of the Ghost community you could say.

@slavghoul If you need any questions solved about our dear Satanic papas, go follow Slav. I have never seen a more dedicated person with such an amazing brain, it is honestly so inpiring to see what they have to say every single time. By the way, also check their videos on all the little isolated parts from Ghost songs, does not fail on lifting my feet from the ground as if possessed, every-single-time. You can check all the videos here.

@kabukiaku again??? YES! WHY?! BECAUSE I ADORE HER PAPA PLUSHIES I THINK THEY ARE THE CUTTEST!!!!

Lastly, I wanted to mention a YouTube creator that is making orchestral versions of Ghost songs. I found an orchrestral version of DATHOML on Tiktok and I had to find the whole song. Please check them out because they are doing more and it is amazing. Jamie Turton.

#gonst #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost bc #ghost bc band #recommendation post #sewer rat recommends #amazing creators #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo

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hoeforhao · 11 months

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📜✨️Welcome to hoeforhao's blog✨️ 📜

🥐✨️🤎🐈🥠

Hi it's Sam this side♡ she/her, 20, infp and a forever diamond 💎 This blog is a place where i dump all my intrusive thoughts as plots ( quite literally ). I do suffer from adhd so it's quite tough for me to keep consistent always, but I do try to take tumblr seriously and do at least one thing in life without quitting midway. So pls be kind and understanding to the delays or impromptu drops. Much love🤎

Some more insights on me ~

Bias line : minghao, wonwoo, seungcheol🌙

The song that's home to me : hitorijanai🎐

Other groups : multi stan so quite literally the whole industry

Other interests : painting, singing and anything related to cats ( am a feline obsessed person )

Hope y'all will enjoy this page and can find some comfort from my fics >.<

🥮✨️Welcome to hoeforhao's masterlist✨️🥮

🍇smut 🍞fluff 🍋angst

🪐Champagne and Spirits 🥂 Seungcheol FF

•part 1🍋🍞

•part 2🍇🍞

🪐Backstage Pass 🎶 Vernon FF 🍇

🪐Most Ardently 📚 Wonwoo FF 🍇🍋

🪐Flip,Sip or Strip 🎲 Wonhui FF//trailer// 🍇

🪐Svt reactions 🍇

🪐Svt as boyfriends drabble 🍞

•a walk to remember (seungcheol)

•the moon's pretty isn't it (minghao)

•woven by fate (jun)

•salt to my pepper (vernon)

•chipmunk cheeks (joshua)

•plasters (seungkwan)

🪐In another life 📱(Jeonghan FF) 🍇🍋

🪐Eclipse 🌖(Wonwoo FF)

•prologue 🍋

🪐Tum Se Hi ( It's About You, Only About You) 🎂(Wonwoo Oneshot) 🍞

🪐Dolled Up in Cherry Haze 🍒(Seungcheol Oneshot) 🍇

🪐Kidult 🏷(Seungcheol Series)

• pt.1 🍋

•pt.2 🍞🍋

•pt.3 🍇

🪐Fated Unde The Rain🌙(Wonwoo Oneshot) 🍇🍋

🪐 Smut prompts event 🍇

•wonwoo

•hoshi

•minghao

🪐Homeless 🏡 (Wonwoo Drabble) 🍋

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mingkist · 10 months

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ardent love | masterlist

did you miss cassiopeia? well you’re in luck! the girls are back with their unique concept and vocals!

a mini series based off of the perhaps love universe (what the girls are up to, and where they’ve been!)

pairing: yunho × fem!reader

genre: fluff, idol!au, established relationships, match makings (hehe), crack, stan twitt

started: 20, july, 2023

completed: ???

status: on hold

send me an ask to be added onto the taglist!

note: i use a lot of kpop idols/ulzzang/douyin photos for this fic (and perhaps love as well) i understand that it might not be the most inclusive but these are mostly for aesthetic purposes, please try to turn a blind eye and i’ll try to do better as i continue writing!

☆ cassiopeia kprofiles | eras | instagram

⇢ 2023 special (additional chapter from perhaps love)

1. naiadification of carats

2. just a feeling

3. cassiopeia ecru beige

4. oceanides

5. 5TARGAZING

#— masterlist #⇔ smau series: ardent love #→ girlgroup: cassiopeia #Spotify

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. this is the fourth part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.1k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. softdom!minho. subby!femreader. teasing from minho. fingering. oral (f receiving). minho eats out reader. one violent, mind-blowing orgasm. excessive hair pulling. breast play. minho edges reader a ton. orgasm control. slight themes of possession/ownership. reader begs minho for his cock. PRAISE!!!. pet names (babe/baby, darling, sweetness, baby doll, kitten, good girl, baby girl, nothing degrading tho). brat taming is alluded to. controlling minho. lots of dirty talk. minho is just so down bad for reader it's not even funny anymore- 🤓

a/n: since i start my new full time job next mon, i've decided to speed up the uploading schedule for this fic and finish it before the end of the weekend. so please be on the lookout for the final 2 chapters before mon, everyone!! 😇 hope you guys liked it part... and i'm excited for the completion of this little series of mine~ 🫣 also, minho calling me kitten is literally my entire personality- that man could choke me out to death between his thick thunder thighs and i'd still find the life left in me to thank him ardently- 🥵

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

With shaky fingers, you grabbed at your boyfriend, clutching onto his thick thigh. As he all but untangled the impenetrable ball of yarn that had been wound inside of your body for so long, just with his fingers alone.

With a deft thumb, he pressed against your clit, slicking his fingers across your lips before dipping into you. You gasped out, unable to find any form of a word as he pulled moan after moan from between your clenched teeth.

“That’s right,” he said in that whispery, angelic-like voice of his, familiar body so close to yours. “Moan for me, baby girl…”

Throwing your head back against the couch’s cushions, you let yourself fall into the pleasure of it all. Of his slim fingers, pumping in and out of you. So wonderfully, so entirely.

It was a feeling that was better than anything you could imagine.

It was better than any other dream you had had about him-

Better than any fantasy you had ever had in the middle of the night, imagining how it’d all feel.

“Fuck- you’re so tight,” he muttered, lips finding the side of your neck and sucking down on the skin there, imprinting bruised kisses into your very love-starved soul.

You gripped harder at this thigh, feeling the muscle ripple underneath your fingertips. “M-Minho,” your voice trailed off into a breathless whisper, as his two fingers curled up and found that gooey, hot pool of energy just inside of you. “Please… more.”

You were already so desperate to feel all of him - to have all of him - and things had only just begun.

Minho recognized this, letting out a dry chuckle, “Look at you, so precious… already drunk off of me and I’ve barely even started.” His cooing at you made you squirm under his hold in masked annoyance.

He pulled his fingers out after that, ripping a strangled whine from you. You turned in your spot on the sofa, about to protest from the absence of his touch. But you stopped in your tracks upon the realization of what he was doing next...

Hand raising towards his face languidly, fingers running across that perfect, red mouth. Fingers that were drenched with you. Then he was parting his lips, slipping the slim digits past teeth and lapping up the taste of you.

You twitched in your spot, feeling the heat puddle in between your legs more furiously than ever before. A flush bloomed across your cheeks, making your mind fuzzy with want and lust and utter infatuation.

Because he truly was, incredibly hot.

And loving.

And attentive.

He was everything you had ever dreamed of and more.

Lee Minho was all of your hopes and dreams and wants wrapped up in a little pink bow and placed in your hands in the form of a kind, local veterinarian.

“You taste so fucking good, you know that, darling?” He mused after he had finished licking his fingers clean of your essence. His pupils were already widening, cheekbones dimming with that certain kind of debauched swarthiness.

And you utterly couldn’t take it anymore.

So you…

Pounced.

Attacking his lips with a newfound ferocity, swallowing down the groan that bubbled up from deep inside of him at your harsh mouth pressing against his. “Stop teasing,” you whined between clashing teeth, as he bit down on your bottom lip, drawing you closer than ever before. “You little bastard.”

He laughed heartily at that, tearing away from you and stealing the breath right out of your lungs as a string of saliva stretched between your lips. “But oh- it’s so very fun to do…” His voice faded off, as his still-wet hands traveled back down to your legs, playing with the drawstring of your pants once more.

“I don’t fucking care, I-”

Minho’s head shot up then, eyes glazing over in unbidden darkness. His mouth turned down into a stark, displeased frown, “You’re not going to be a problem now, are you, gorgeous?”

His silky voice cascaded across your ears, drenching your entire soul in a vat of fiery desire and chilled flames. Suddenly feeling the power and fight drain completely out of you at the way he leveled such a dim stare your way, you merely nodded your head ‘no.’

“Good, I didn’t think so,” he began, and you could feel his hand coming around the waistband of your yoga pants, slowly beginning to slide them - along with your panties - down your legs. “Because if you did end up acting like a brat tonight, you do understand that I would have to… correct you, right?”

You swallowed around the huge lump forming in your throat, wriggling in your place just as your boyfriend completely rid your legs of your pants and threw them off to the side. “Y-Yes, I understand perfectly.” To be honest, you almost wanted to act out. Wanted to be a brat, so that maybe, just maybe he’d get to fucking you a lot quicker than the current pace he was at. But you had a sneaky suspicion that the more you pushed against him, the more he would just push right back and tease beyond belief. Leaving you edged to eternity and not reaching satisfaction any time soon.

So you stayed silent after that, watching with stuttering breaths and reddened cheeks as Minho slinked off of the couch completely. Like a cat, on the hunt for mischief. He slowly knelt in front of you, and even though your legs were squeezed shut, all he had to do was place two hands atop your knees, and suddenly, they were falling open completely. Beckoning him forward, drawing him in without a single word spoken.

“Been wanting this for so very long,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your knee, pressing kiss after kiss to the skin there. At a gradual pace, he began to make his way down either of your legs. “You- sitting there, utterly unraveling in front of my own eyes.”

You reached out to him, fingers carding through his hair as his head inched closer and closer to your centre. You pulled a little bit at his midnight-black roots, forcing him to stare up at you for a few silent beats, “I love you.” You said, tone featherlike and whispery as his teeth caught on the skin of your right inner thigh and bit down slightly.

“Mmhm- I love you too,” he purred against you, mouth growing dangerously near your exposed core. “Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and let me guide it?”

You suffocated on your breath, feeling it catch painfully in your chest as you stared down at him. He was peering up at you, pupils blown wide with so much adoration and devotion. His cheeks were dusted a strawberry-pink colour, his lips already bruised from all of the kissing. The two hands that he had on either side of your hips clasped a little harsher, short nails digging into your exposed flesh rather deliciously.

He was asking if he could take the reins of the night. If you'd allow him to control everything. And frankly, you'd grant him any wish that he demanded, no matter what it was. So permitting him the simple pleasure of commanding you in bed was no small pain on your end.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped out, fighting the urge to moan right on the spot at the way he was looking at you. At the way that he seemed to crack you open - like a clam found on the bottom of the sea floor. With one look, he was searching into the farthest parts of you, prying and understanding and acknowledging everything. “I’m so good for you- so good…”

Your incoherent rambling trailed off into the air all around you that was growing fiery and thick with so much desire. And your mind blanked completely, as his face finally came upon you, perfect lips imprinting a kiss against your soaked folds.

Immediately, your head was thrown back, resting on the couch as he began giving you what you had always wanted. Or at least, part of it, anyway.

Clutching at his roots, you pressed his nose into you more. You heard him whine out in pleasure at the taste of you. At the feel of you, right there, and so very close. He licked a long stripe up the length of your cunt, hot tongue poking at your clit as he reached the top.

He worked there diligently, swirling the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nub, before raking his teeth around it. You were all but a screaming heap of loose muscles and bones, the curses flowing from your mouth as he lapped up your juices again and again.

“Fuck- you’re so beautiful, kitten,” Minho growled out, his deep, rumbly voice vibrating against you and forcing a violent shiver to coarse down the length of your spine. “Love you… love the taste of you so much.”

Then his mouth was nearing your entrance, tongue dipping into your heat and pulling the feeling out of your body entirely. Your grasp on his hair turned taut, as you pressed his face into you, your legs growing shaky from how well he was playing with you.

Every time he got a taste of you, he rasped out a slur of profanities, completely enraptured by everything about you. Your skin blazed, growing so warm it felt like you were sitting outside on a hot summer day. And your cunt all but throbbed underneath his skillful movements, just aching to find some form of release.

And when you felt one of his hands move, so that his thumb was pressing against your clit, circling and circling, while his tongue continued to slip into your hole, suddenly the room turned soft at the edges.

Mind dimming,

Thoughts clouding,

You could think of nothing else - focus on nothing else - but him.

And the way he was pleasuring you so well.

“I-I’m going to come-” You whimpered, the tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes as he pushed you further and further off the edge.

But he didn’t let up, even amidst your confession.

And instead, be continued with newfound vigor.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

His stern command seemed to travel up your core, pooling in your stomach. Before it was washing your entire system with a brilliant light of red, unadulterated passion that made you come undone completely.

All at once, you were yanking on his hair harder than you had ever dared, teeth clenching as you screamed out in pure, mind-blowing bliss. Minho continued working on you, thumb tracing your clit while his lips laved up your taste and his tongue teased your entrance.

You felt your back arch up and away from the couch, as you plummeted down the cliffside, racing at full speed with the violence that your orgasm tore through you. Small tremors shook in your legs, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Minho helped you ride out your high, laving up every single drop that fell from your shivering walls.

Because you had wanted him for so long.

And even still, you wanted his cock to be the thing that your walls were fluttering around.

When your heart rate began to calm down from the furious pounding that it had endured for quite some time, you cracked your eyes open and peeked down between your spread legs to see a smirking Minho. He had a pleased look on his face, a mixture of his drool and your juices coating the entirety of his nose, chin, and lips.

Reaching you, you ran a few fingers across his mouth, cleaning him off as best as you could from your colossal explosion just moments earlier. “You look so pretty when you’re aroused, baby,” you murmured, flashing him an easy smile.

Minho frowned up at you, shaking his head slowly, “First of all, I’m not pretty- and second, you’re prettier.” He gave you a wink, as he wiped his fist across his lips and rose to meet you halfway.

He slotted his waist in between you, and you curled your legs around his hips to accommodate his new position. When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. It was lewd and dirty and so very hot all at once.

When you broke the kiss to take a few gulping breaths, you said, “Yeah, but you are… the prettiest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” You pressed, knowing that it would annoy him. But you liked toying with him. With his feelings and his quick wit and his sometimes short temper.

“I’ll show you pretty.”

Then you had no time to react as Minho was grasping hold of your baggy t-shirt, yanking it up and off of your form. Upon revealing that you had been braless the whole time, he let out a tiny, strangled whine. You caught a short glimpse of the situation in his pants, and how his cock irrevocably stiffened against the soft cotton fabric there.

“These are so pretty- your tits,” he praised, tentative hands reaching out to caress warm palms across your pert breasts.

Your mouth fell open with silent bliss at how good it felt- to have him touching such an intimate, hidden part of you once more.

“Wanted to touch them for so very long,” he started, fingers ghosting over either of your nipples, before circling back around and pinching down on them. Your chest rose and fell quickly with your rapid breaths, as you followed his every move with your eyes. “Wanted to suck on them for so long now.”

Instinctually, your hands were finding their way into his hair again, carding through long, dark locks just as his face neared your exposed flesh. He nuzzled the tip of his nose against the middle of your sternum, before pressing light kisses to the skin surrounding one of your breasts. All while his hand was busy playing with the other.

“Every night, when I’d play with myself, I’d imagine that it was you fucking my tits so well,” the confession fell from your lips in a quiet gasp, as his teeth grazed over one of your puckered nipples. When his tongue swiped over it once, twice, three times, your head fell back again, spine arching towards his touch.

Minho’s free hand held onto your hip roughly, nails digging into the skin there as he all but attacked your tits. Biting, pinching, sucking. His hot tongue lit something deep inside of you, causing something strangled and crazed to stir within the confines of your soul.

“Holy shit- you’re so gorgeous,” Minho grunted, gravelly voice cascading out across your skin and sending a fit of butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. “Love the way you react to me… doing so well for me, baby doll.”

You squirmed under his hold, head thrashing in elation as he moved his mouth and focused on your other breast. The burning sensations that he was drawing from you with just his mouth alone made you delirious.

Made you love drunk,

And insane.

Craving so much more.

More,

More-

More.

You wanted so much more of him.

He was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of. Even if you overdosed, the high you were desperately chasing was surely worth the wait.

You pressed his face closer into your bosom, reveling in the way that his mouth roved over you with practiced ease. And when he came up for air from between your gooseflesh-dimpled mounds, he was a breathless and flushed sight to behold.

“You think you’re ready, baby girl?” He rose between your legs, capturing you in a frenzied kiss that sent wave after wave of glorious ecstasy to course through your veins. You felt one of his hands detach from your hip then, trailing back towards your legs and resting there, just close enough to feel the warmth and wetness radiating off of your core. “Think your pussy is ready for my cock, hmm?”

You choked on a desperate sob, leaning forward and pressing a feverish kiss against his mouth. You were but a mere shaking form of limbs, controlled just by his fingertips alone. Eyes shuttering closed with the painful breath that you took from the tightness in your chest - from the edging and heightened arousal and your previous release.

“M-Minho,” you found yourself pleading out to him, voice a little wobbly from all of the building emotions and feelings deep inside of you. “Y-Yes, please, need you so fucking much…”

He peered up at you, swarthy eyes flashing with a playful kind of mirth, “Then you shall have me, my darling sweetness.” Then he was tipping into you, placing a fervent kiss on your heated forehead.

You held on tight to his proud shoulders, heart fluttering at the sense of his toned muscles rippling under your fingertips as he moved the both of you. As he hoisted you up from the couch, helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he leisurely made his way into your apartment's only bedroom.

It was all so languid and calculated.

His palms, digging into your hips,

Slim digits, imprinting light bruises into your skin there as he carried you all the way.

And the entire time, he never broke your gaze.

Held it there.

Silently,

Knowingly,

Understandingly.

Acknowledging all of your past longings and ambitions.

And realizing that all of it - all of the pinning and long nights - was finally coming to a head.

Because finally, the two of you were going to be as close as could be to one another.

Flesh against flesh,

Body against body,

Moving in synchronization.

You were the murky night ocean tide,

And he was the brilliant half-moon shining high in the starry-lit sky.

Pushing,

Pulling.

But just gently enough that you felt his tug.

It was heavenly.

Lovely,

Attentive.

And you never wanted to stop feeling the way he made you feel, ever again.

Wanted to lock up everything in the pit of your very soul, burying it for a rainy day, or when the world was ending and it was only your memories of him that remained.

Because for so long, he had been but a mere blur of color in the background. A calm, shadow of blues and blacks and whites that stood there, just off to the side, observing and helping without even being asked to.

But finally, finally- he was no longer in the background. And now, the entire focus of the painting of your life was centered on him.

The movement of everything,

The tone of everything,

Revolved around him.

And his unique ways and his smile and his laugh and his touch.

It was all so perfect and romantic and…

Meant to be.

To be continued

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sugarcoated-lame · 7 months

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I’m a few days late posting this 😭 but here is my masterlist of all the amazing fics I interacted with this summer as a part of the Stardust Reblog Challenge (Summer Edition) hosted by @liraketo 🌼💐✨

* denotes smut/adult content - 18+ only

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

• Batting Practice * series by @roosterforme

• The Odyssey * series by @sunlightmurdock - professor au

• Je te Laisserai Des Mots * series and accompanying one-shot Sincerely and Most Ardently Yours by @jupitercomet - arranged marriage au

• Bradley Breakup blurb by @bradshawsbitch

• Bad Day by @say-al0e

• No Worse Pain by @topgun-imagines

• Bumping Beach Bikini by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

• Dosed by @wkndwlff

• Drunk, Giggly sex with Sugar Daddy Jake* blurb by sunlightmurdock

• Power and Control * sugar daddy!Jake series by sunlightmurdock

Rhett Abbott

• Ptolemaea * series by @sebsxphia - preacher Rhett au

• Waves by @ughthisisntright

Joel Miller

• You’re Sarah’s teacher and Joel comes in for Career Day blurb by @kteague

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

• Addicted to Love by @fanboyswhore9

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

• You’re in the kitchen humming by @shadesofsteve

I didn’t get around to reading nearly as much as I wanted to this summer 😭 but I enjoyed all of these fics so much and I’m excited to catch up on so many stories and read more 🧡

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dragonflylady77 · 9 months

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Camboy Billy and/or Steve Harringrove Fics Masterlist

(you know the drill, they're not mine, if you want any added that I missed, DM me)

Camboy Billy and Camboy Steve

Ride The Lightning by socknonny for Turbocharge College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve has an epic plan to Get Back At Daddy after his parents don't embrace his new-found bisexuality. An epic, epic plan, inspired by his favorite camboy. There's no way this can go wrong.

Camboy Billy

Not Your Prince (But I’m Your Pretty Boy) by ImNeitherNor for thebilliamhargrove College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES “Not desperate,” he told himself, staring at the page while heat crawled up his chest and neck. “So not desperate.” Which was a lie because he was getting a membership just to comment and view more videos of the guy with the pierced dick. He licked his lips and tapped his thumbs on the space bar, deleted it, and almost hit his forehead against his desk. It was a username. Why did it matter so fucking much? Christ.

Love Is A Sickness (And Lust Is Absolute Madness) by StevesKhakis (orphan_account) Steve snaps a pic with his hand around his dick, angling the camera so that the stream is visible in the back. He can’t help but stroke a few times before sending it, wishing he had the balls to just put his webcam to good use so SuckMeDead could see him in all of his wet, messy, horny glory. Realistically though, he knows that full-on cybersex isn’t something he’s ready for, not until— Not until he’s made sure this camboy isn’t Billy Hargrove.

Sticky Side Up by Ribellione College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve's roommate Billy can be a bit of an asshole sometimes. Steve doesn't understand why, until his new best friend Robin and her roommate Heather figure out Billy's secret. Then it all finally clicks for Steve.

Virgin Territory by @jellyfishloveletterghosts College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve accidently admits to knowing about Billy's cam work, things go a lot better than he ever thought they would.

Camboy Steve

Ardent Attention by @edith-moonshadow A/B/O After being kicked out by his family for being an Omega Steve earns a living as a cam model.

On air! by Aspen_munson (short fic)

Dionysus by @edith-moonshadow for @jellyfishloveletterghosts A/B/O After presenting as an Omega Steve is forced to leave home and moves to New York to get a fresh start. However, he struggles to make enough money to live on as a single Omega until he meets Brittany who introduces him to a special website called Dionysus where Alphas will pay good money for an Omegas time.

December To New Years by @jellyfishloveletterghosts Camboy Steve and his budding relationship with Billy.

never gets old by brawls (brawlite), @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger & [podfic] by limescale Falling in love with a cam boy named KingSteve isn't the smartest thing Billy Hargrove has ever done, nor is it the most healthy -- but the good choice is rarely ever the fun choice, and Billy is all about living life fast and loose.

Knights to the Sundae King by @neonponders (not complete) Billy watched him for a year, give or take, surprised beyond believe that his internet locale had become a camboy's streaming channel. A year of Billy denying to himself that he liked this camboy a hell of a lot more than a regular viewer should. But the live streamer known as Scoops_Ah!y, or "Scoops," isn't a regular piece of dessert. And a year of Billy's interaction in the channel earns him a special message, directly from the host himself - the invitation to join the moderators, to get a seat behind the curtain, and maybe not be a regular viewer, after all.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #camboy!au #camboy billy hargrove #camboy steve harrington #guin likes to make lists

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dotieeee · 2 years

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The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — updates will be erratic, but I’ve outlined almost everything in this fic, so you have my word I’ll complete this

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

mild voyeurism

intense stares lol

reader hearing voices

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 1: The Firsts of Many

Link to the Next Chapter

It's your creator’s eyes that you first see when you open yours – eyes that seemingly contain the entire universe in them, so blue, so warm, so tender. They look at you with so much adoration, you couldn’t help but smile and lean to the warmth of his palm caressing your cheek. He returns your smile with equal fervor. The first time you hear his voice, so deep and velvety and hypnotic, he gives you a name, ‘Mera.’

“My little dream, you’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” You watch his lips move as he utters his praise to his own creation.

You bask is his touch, noting how you had no right to be called ‘perfect,’ when he stands, regal in his own beauty, breathtaking and ethereal. He gives you a function which you take by heart – you are to inspire mortals to put passion in what they do and help them find what they’re truly looking for in their lives while they sleep and roam in his realm, your home, which he calls the Dreaming.

“For I am Dream of the Endless, the King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm.”

Your first words are of utter reverence and gratitude. “My Lord and my King, I owe you my life. Do as you will with it.”

You watch as Dream’s eyes light up with an emotion you have yet to learn the meaning of. Unbothered, you place your hand on the one still cupping your face gently, as you quietly declare your devotion to the purpose he gave you for his realm and his dreamers. You decide to pointedly ignore that faint ringing in your ears, that voice at the back of your mind, quietly telling you that something was amiss and cautioning you to tread lightly in his presence.

***

You grow accustomed to your tasks in the Dreaming in no time. Like you’ve been doing it for millennia, Merv snidely remarks. You’ve gotten to know him, Lucienne, the royal librarian, and the other residents of the realm. When you weren’t attending to the humans in their dreams, you spent most of your time in the Royal Library, ardently absorbing every book you could get your hands on. Who wouldn’t, when every book that humanity has ever written and continue to write is there, waiting to be plucked from the tall, expansive shelves and perused by eager, hungry eyes? You have grown to love the humans, so in your wish to serve them better and inspire them even more in their dreams, you bury your nose in their creations, imagining yourself present in their victories and defeats, their lives, and their deaths.

This is how your master finds you one night in his library: lounging comfortably on one of the high-backed leather sofas, your back resting on one of the armrests and your legs dangling over the other, so engrossed in the novel you were reading you don’t register his presence. His eyes linger a little longer on the way your dress had hiked up to your thighs while you were so cosily reading – he hesitates, not wanting to disturb you from your book. He diverts his gaze away from your exposed flesh to your face, scrunched up in concentration. He notices the way your eyelashes flutter as you blink slowly, the way you lick your lips and rub your eyes, to him a subtle sign that you were trying to stave off sleep in favour of the tome. He needs to remedy this; he does not want you overworking yourself.

“You should be resting, my little dream.”

Startled, the book slips from your hand as you sit upright and adjust your dress – damn if he sees you in such a state, you can’t have a member of the Dreaming staff behave so uncouthly, and right in front of the Creator, no less!

“My lord! My apologies, I didn’t notice you enter.”

Picking up the book you dropped, you belatedly realize that you hadn’t even bookmarked the book! You couldn’t help the huff of annoyance that escapes your lips as you set the book down on the coffee table right in front of the sofa. You look to Dream’s face, expecting a reprimanding scowl to greet you, only to see mild amusement glinting in his eyes.

“You need not apologise. I did not mean to take you by surprise and tear you away from your reading.”

He takes a few steps closer to the other couch across where you’re perched, the ghost of a smile lingering on the corners of his mouth. “May I?” he asks, gesturing to the sofa.

You flash your own tired smile at him. “Of course. It’s your couch, My Lord.”

You watch him as he sits on the leather couch and lean back comfortably with the grace of a true monarch. He picks up one of the books piled high on the coffee table, ones you’ve already finished, observing the cover before setting it back down.

“It gives me great pleasure to see you’re living up to your name, my Mera.”

You shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes just twinkle with fondness and pride before he gently amends, “Lucienne has told me how you have been ardently immersing yourself in the dreams and works of the dreamers in your desire to improve your craft. I expect no less from my own creation.”

At this praise you beam shyly, fidgeting at one of the sofa’s armrests.

“However, I should also like my little dream to take sufficient rest and look after her well-being.”

You are touched at his tender reprimand – despite his often-intimidating nature, you know that deep-down, he genuinely cares for his subjects. You, however, can’t find it in you to give in to his request just yet – you had only a few more pages left of the chapter you were reading! So you muster up the courage to ask, “Please, my Lord, can I finish the last pages of the chapter, at least?”

“Just a few more pages?” He replies with a tiny smirk, raising an eyebrow.

You give him a tiny nod, your own smile growing, already knowing that he’d relent at your small behest.

Morpheus knows all too well that he will never be able to resist granting you whatever you wished for. How could he when you’ve been so gracious to his precious little dreamers? When you were pleading him in this demure way he finds so endearing? A few more pages were nothing compared the burden he has given you and will be giving you in the near future.

“Very well. Just a few more pages.”

He sees the way your eyes light up in pure joy as he gave you the permission to continue with your book. He would give anything within his power if it meant that light would grace him for eternity.

“Thank you, Lord Morpheus. And thank you for your concern for my well-being, I shall try not to overwork myself too often.”

The last part of your sentence barely registers to the Endless, as he relishes the feeling of his name on your lips, fighting the sudden urge to kiss them until they were numb and raw. He thanks the Fates you were once again lost in your book, for he’s sure the look on his face would have surely betrayed the whirlwind of emotions he’s feeling at that very moment. Feigning interest on the book he picked up earlier, he props it open on his lap, lifting the pages every now and then, pretending to read – all the while observing you, listening to your breathing, taking you in, revelling in the comforting silence that now permeated the library.

It isn’t long after he notices that your breathing has gone deeper and more relaxed. He rises to his feet and walks over to your form hunched on the sofa, removing the book now covering your face. He smiles to himself when he sees you, fast asleep, noting how exhaustion finally took over your determination to finish whatever was left of the chapter you were on. He remembers to mark the page with the bookmark attached to the book’s spine, then sets it on the coffee table. He stares at your sleeping form for what seems like ages, debating whether or not it’d be acceptable at this stage to pick you up and transport you to his chambers where you’d rest under the warmth of his own bedcovers. Deciding it was far too early and far too bold a move, he conjures a soft, woolen blanket out of thin air and drapes it over you, making sure it warmed your entire form. Longingly, he traces your lips ever-so-gently with his fingers, then your cheeks, before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, little dream of mine.”

With that soft farewell, he leaves the library quietly so as to not rouse you from your dreamless slumber. One day soon, he pledges to himself, you will fall asleep in his arms under the endless expanse of stars that littered the universe.

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Your day was just as eventful as any day in the Dreaming. You had finished attending to your duties, conjuring inspiring thoughts in the dreamers you graced your presence with. You take a walk in one of the many gardens within your King’s palace, finally deciding to pause and take a breather by sitting on one of the benches overlooking the breathtaking sunset now gracing the entire realm.

Out of the many gardens within the palace grounds, this is your absolute favorite. Not many residents of the Dreaming frequent this garden, with the exception of Merv occasionally tending to the flower beds; it offers one of the best views of that orange-purple sunset under which you love basking in the glow – it makes for the perfect place where you can reflect on the dreams you have helped the humans form in their sleeping hours. You allow your thoughts to drift from the beauty of the garden to the memory of the first dream, the first human you helped inspire.

The Dream Lord had just created you then. After showing you around his realm, he walked with you to the ocean of dreams, where all his little dreamers dreamed their little dreams. Your breathing quickened at the sight of the vast waters, not wanting to find out what would happen if you got lost in them. Lord Morpheus, sensing your apprehension, took your hand in his.

“Fear not the waters, my little dream. I am the master of this realm, and you, my beloved creation. No harm shall befall you in my own kingdom.”

You remember looking to your lord’s face, soft and reassuring. You didn’t want to disappoint him on your first day, so you steeled your resolve. You gave him a firm and determined nod, and with that, hands still interlocked, you dove headfirst.

The moment you were fully submerged in the cold, dark sea, you were hit with a violent wave of emotions and vivid visions – the dreams, you reminded yourself. You were in the dreams of hundreds of millions of sleeping beings of all sorts. You could hear them, feel what they were all feeling, see what they were seeing in their sleep – flashes of love and hate, of rage and joy, bitterness and jealousy; glimpses of their pasts, present, and imagined future. In a daze you saw thousands upon thousands of unfamiliar faces of the people in their lives: enemies, friends, lovers, family – all passing you by at a speed you could barely comprehend. You felt as if your body was being intensely pulled in all directions. You found the entire universe’s collective unconscious suffocating you, swallowing you whole, so you close your eyes and let it take you.

Until you felt a pair of strong arms gather you close their body and their lips whisper in your ear.

“Careful not to let them consume you, my little dream, and concentrate. Now, let your intuition guide you and draw you to your first dreamer.”

Clinging unto him like a lifeline, you took a deep breath and looked to the seemingly unending streak of ideas, sounds, events, sensations, faces - of everything humanity has to offer – and hone in on the quiet bubbling of a pot over a crackling fire. The moment you willed yourself to the sound, you felt a tug in your belly button, and you fall, fast. The fall was dizzying, endless – but so was the hand holding yours, you reminded yourself. Just when there seemed to be no end to the fall, your felt your feet touch solid ground. You would’ve fallen unceremoniously to it, too, had your creator not anchored you on the waist with his hands and held you still. Mind still fuzzy at your journey which seemed to last for mere seconds and eons at the same time, you looked up to him, marvelling at how he seemed unmoving, unfazed, unbothered with all that you’ve just witnessed.

Is this how he feels all the time, cradling the entire Dreaming in his wake? It was then that it dawned on you the burden he bears, which he bears alone, until the universe passes and is no more. It was then that you understood how his responsibility was infinitely greater than the mere purpose he has given you.

“You did well, my Mera.” His eyes bore into yours, twinkling with great pride.

Not knowing what to say – you’ve just peeked into all of humanity’s dreams for the first time in your existence, no big deal – you manage a small “thank you,” still feeling hazy from…whatever that was you just experienced.

Mentally shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you looked around the place, the dream, you just brought yourselves to. You were in the corner of a large kitchen, facing a long table that was filled with an assortment of fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat, waiting to be cooked. A huge chopping block with neatly cut beetroots laid at the far corner of the table, a sign that someone was just there cutting away and had left momentarily. Your eyes found the pot that drew you to this dream, hanging from a metal beam in the large cooking hearth to your side, its contents happily bubbling away. The kitchen was bright, homely and inviting. It also seemed like it should have been teeming with life, full of people bustling about, trying to get their own cooking done and getting errands out the way. Oddly enough, it was empty, save for a little girl quietly ogling at the sizable collection of dried spices and herbs in tiny glass jars arranged tidily in a cabinet twice her size.

“I see you’ve brought us to the dreams of Lavinia Baxter.”

Dream of the Endless let go of his hold on you, keen to see you perform for the first time. With his hand, he motioned to the little girl, about 10 years of age, who seemed oblivious to your presence.

You walk leisurely around the kitchen, taking in every detail of the little girl’s vivid imagination. Without making a sound, you both watch Lavinia as she opened the spice cabinet. She took one little spice jar out at a time, opening them and taking in each of the smells, seemingly trying to take her pick. She finally decided with two of them, clutching them in her small hands and walking to the pot of stew on the hearth. With practiced dexterity, she placed some of the herbs in her palms, rubbing them together before they fell in the pot. She then stirred the pot with a wooden ladle and, looking around her like she was making sure no one else was there, put the ladle to her lips to taste the stew. The door to the kitchen suddenly bursts open, and out came a short, plump woman in her late 40s, who, upon laying her eyes on the little girl who looked guilty at getting caught, burst into a jovial laughter, and strode over to where little Lavinia was.

“Well, well, caught red-handed! How does it taste, my sweet?” the woman asked her, hands on her hips.

Lavinia let out an adorable giggle and handed the ladle to her, urging her to have a taste. She accepted the ladle and tasted the sauce still coating it, while the little girl watched with anticipation. The woman’s expression changed quickly from curiosity to one of delight.

“Why, I see you have made some adjustments to this! It tastes absolutely fantastic,” she exclaimed, which made Lavinia smile so broadly it seemed to brighten up the kitchen even more.

“I added some of these,” she quips, showing the woman jars she took out from the spice cabinet.

The woman nods in approval, praising her, “You have a fine sense of smell, my lady. I think we oughtta add that to the recipe book, don’t ya? Where’s a quill when you need one…ah, right over there!” She pointed to the quill and the bottle of ink on a small desk by the window.

From her apron, she fished out a black, leather-bound book the size of her palm, while Lavinia retrieved the quill and handed it to her. She proceeded to tell the woman how much she added to the stew while the other wrote it down on the book.

This is a memory, you realize. Lavinia’s memory, unfolding right before you, moved you so deeply you almost forgot you were there to work. She seemed to have so much passion for cooking at a very early age, for you felt within your bones the sheer elation that never left her eyes as she interacted with the woman with the black book.

“Little Lavinia has fond childhood memories of Millie, her household’s head cook.” Dream mentioned, breaking his silence, and striding over to where you were. “She spent more time with her, more than she did her own mother.”

The woman called Millie leapt to her feet all of a sudden. “My dear God, look at the time. You better hurry, my sweet, your husband might be waiting for you.”

Lavinia, nodding with a put-out expression, took dainty steps toward a door on her right that wasn’t there before. You and your master followed her as she led you to the next room, where, as you gleaned, the next part of her dream was to take place.

“Husband?” You turned to Dream with a puzzled face, walking together to the room Lavinia just entered. As the door closes itself behind you, he gestures around the room.

“Observe.”

And you did. The room you were in now was rather dark, with the thick brocade curtains drawn over the windows to block the sunlight. It was a study, it seemed, filled wall-to-wall with books, not unlike the ones you can find in the Royal Library. The study itself was rather small and bare, with a desk in the middle and a singular lamp illuminating the entire place. The desk was almost empty, except for a single, framed photograph. Behind the desk sat Lavinia, staring blankly to the wall – except she was no longer the 10-year-old girl from the other room, but a young woman, face forlorn and tear-stained, far too weary-looking for someone of her age.

“In the waking world, Lavinia, barely twenty-three, lost her husband to a shipwreck not a mere three weeks ago. Misfortune has seemed to follow her since then, for not a week after, she finds out her husband’s estate has left her barely nothing to live by. She has not only found herself to be a widow, but one doomed to poverty.” Dream’s words echoed in the study hauntingly, adding to the melancholic atmosphere.

You glanced at the photograph of a finely dressed young man with kind, smiling eyes. Your heart hurt for Lavinia. You moved to reach for her hand to comfort her, but Dream shakes his head.

“You are meant to inspire, my dream, not provide solace to the mourning.” Dream gently reminded you.

“Where can I begin, then, My Lord?” your whisper. You wanted with all your heart to help Lavinia, but you to be honest, you were quite lost.

With a knowing sparkle in his eyes, he waved his once more around the study. “Begin here, where she has brought you. You need only trust yourself.”

You stifled the huff you were sorely tempted to let out. Your master obviously wasn’t willing to provide you anymore hints than the rather vague one he just gave you, so you wracked your brains for something, anything, that might help the grieving young woman before you.

Come on, Mera, think. What does Lavinia love so much, one that might prove enough to at least bring back happiness to her life and help her get her shit together?

You knew the answer even before you finish the question in your head. With a steely look on your face, you strode over to the walls lined with books, caressing their spines, eyes scanning the shelves until you found just what you were looking for: Millie’s little black book. The leather was peeling off in small patches at the corners, the pages were browned, and it needed some dusting, but it looked like it was rummaged through many times and handled with so much love and care.

With deliberate force, you threw the book across the room, hitting her squarely in the face. You hadn’t meant for it to land there, but before you could say something to apologize (forgetting you hadn’t appeared to her yet), Lavinia, cursing with surprising ease, takes one look at the book and lets out a light chuckle which comes out hoarse, a sign that she hadn’t let one out since the news of her husband's passing.

Before you could celebrate your success at making her laugh, your expression turned to mild horror as she broke down into tears, hugging the book close to her heart.

“L-looks like you caught me red-handed again, M-Mi..Millie,” she choked between her sobs.

You looked to your Lord, who was taking in the scene before him with mild mirth. “I made it worse!”

“You think?” vaguely he gestured once more to the weeping widow. “Look at her again.”

This time, you paid closer attention to her face. She was crying, that’s true, but now a wide smile graced the corners of her mouth, and in your relief, there was a tiny hint of that twinkle in her eyes you saw light up the kitchen in Millie’s presence. It was a small spark, but you knew with every fiber of your being that that was the spark she needed to get her life back together.

You looked at your master directly in the eyes, wanting validation. Dream, his smile now as wide as yours, stares back with pride at your first successful dream, and with the same intense emotion he looked at you with when you first declared your life was his. He drew closer (how is he this fast) to you, never breaking eye contact. Face mere inches away from yours, he spoke with all the authority only an Endless can possess.

“You did well today, my Mera. You make a fine addition to my Realm.” His fingers ghosting over your cheek, he asks you, “Can I count on you to continue fulfilling the purpose I gave you for the Dreaming, and for me?”

Savouring your master’s praise of your first handiwork, you responded without hesitation: “Yes, my King.”

Dream of the Endless seemed to relish your words. His gaze grew more intense and you felt engulfed in it. Without warning, that voice at the back of your head let out a resounding screech, so loud in your brain you flinched, breaking your eye contact with your Lord.

Morpheus seemed to recognize this momentary slip. In a split-second, he waves his hand and declares, “This dream is over.”

With no time to ruminate on your subconscious’ reaction, you felt that all-too-familiar tug in your bellybutton, signaling your return from the ocean of dreams.

***

“Hey, kid! Are you gonna be there for longer? I got work to do there!”

Merv’s voice is enough to shake you from your musings. Finding the sunset’s glow a little too bright to look to see his form, you turn to your left you where his voice came from, squinting.

“Are those new flowers, Merv?” You call to him.

“Yeah, boss said this garden needed new ones.”

You get up to leave Merv with his gardening, but not before something black moving out of the corner of your eye catches your attention.

It’s him, that voice in your head whispers. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you get this strange feeling that you’re being watched.

Heart pounding, you inspect the area where the flash of black should’ve been, but you find nothing there. The voice is making you unnecessarily paranoid. You really shouldn’t be entertaining this.

Wanting to soothe yourself from that mentally induced little fright, you walk back into the palace, your feet automatically going for the Royal Library.

The library is quiet today, as any day. You wave ‘hello’ to Lucienne, who greets you with a grin and a nod in your general direction. You originally wanted to make a conversation with her about anything just to get your mind off your frazzled nerves, but she seemed too busy with sorting what seemed like new books that appeared in the Realm. You decide to spare her from listening to your pointless ramblings, and instead go to the L section. You pull up Lavinia Baxter’s books from the shelf and make a beeline for your favourite reading spot. Curling into a ball on the leather couch and setting the other book down, you flip through the pages of the one you’ve read probably a dozen times.

You may be biased, but your favorite dreams of Lavinia’s were the ones after your unconventional visit. Since then, she has renewed her passion for making sumptuous dishes, spending her almost all of her waking hours experimenting with new ingredients and coming up with recipes of her own. Her dreams have since reflected this wonderful turnabout, prompting you to visit her again multiple times to help her with desserts, something you noticed she struggled with. It wasn’t long before the other book you grabbed from the shelf materialized in the realm, with bold letters on the cover that read “Lavinia Baxter’s 19th Century Guide to Household Cookery.” Your heart sang with delight at its appearance, knowing you inspired her well enough to publish her own cookbook, without even showing her your true form.

Setting aside Lavinia’s book of dreams, you pick up the cookbook and flip it to the dedication page.

To my dearest Millie,

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams and smacking me in the face with your little recipe book. You have no idea how that saved me.

You trace the words on the page lovingly. Suddenly –

Watch out. The voice is back.

Shut up! You hiss back at it.

Great. There it is again, that sensation of being watched. Cursing mentally, you close Lavinia’s recipe book and hold it close, hugging it like it could help that uneasy feeling disappear. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to succumb to your fatigue and fall into a blissful, dreamless slumber.

Yet those normally blue eyes, almost silver now with the barely restrained need to take, never leave your sleeping figure.

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Link to the Next Chapter Author’s note:

I know this chapter was exceedingly long and I can’t guarantee that the next ones will be as long as this, but I can assure you I will do my very best to make it as engaging as I can. As a first-time fic writer, now I know how other fic writers feel when a fic consumes their entire soul and refuses to leave your thoughts until it gets written lmaooo

This chapter is just trying to establish how Mera’s life is like after being created by Dream. More Dark!Morpheus to come as he shows his true intentions to you!

Please comment, reblog and engage!! I’d love to hear your feedback, predictions, violent reactions lol

Special shoutout to @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen2 encouraging me to finally pen this, as well as to other Dark!Morpheus fic writers whose fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading (and rereading!)

Thank you!

Post date:10/23/22

Edited: 10/23/22

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seravphs · 10 months

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do you have any gojo/yuta fic recs??? i binged all of yours oop-

You have no idea how excited I was to get this ask 😁 Thank you both for reading all my Gojo/Yuuta fics and for giving me the opportunity to rave about fics I love!!

You can look through everything I've rec'd in my sera reads tag but it's not organized at all, so it won't be sorted by character or anything. There's probably a lot of Gojo in there though! I haven't read as much for Yuuta but I love him enough that there will probably be more in the future. Obviously check the byf/dni of everyone before you interact as well!

minors dni | if you like Gojo and Yuuta, @princess-okkotsu was a a Gojo girl before she was Yuuta's most ardent supporter so you might really like her work! She has a wip office romance about Gojo that I dream about every day so you should look forward to that because I am!

minors dni | @seoafin is completely unparalleled at what she does. Morgan does a fantastic job at weaving really poignant and human themes into her work without hitting you over the head with it. Ripverse is universally famous at this point but if you want to buddy read Dog Days Are Over with me I have reviews for it in my recs tag! Super recommend DDAO, along with all her other works. This is my review for chapter one. I'm reading chapter four right now! We can cry together 💜

minors dni | @mintmatcha is obviously well known for all the right reasons but my personal faves are vignettes and this unnamed thing for Gojo, both of which I have reviews for. Don't ask me about how I feel about vignettes because I can't go through that again, it's all in the tags I left. My favorite line from the unnamed fic is "If I were normal, I would have let you hold my hand." Doesn't that make you want to scream?

minors dni | @yeowchies Whet Your Appetite was sooo delicious. It does an absolutely incredible job of really making you feel the tension in the relationship, the push and pull dynamics, and the burgeoning attraction!

@shiinleaf I'm actually embarrassed that I don't think I've had the chance to read anything by Xin yet but this post she made makes me feel so insane, so feel free to peruse her masterlist!

@stellamancer I'm in the middle of reading and reviewing Niku's merman series Shine On The Sea now! I've had the privilege to listen to her thoughts on this fic in the dms, so even though I haven't read it yet, I know it's going to be good. She also has several wips for Gojo that I'm insane about - keep an eye out for this whenever she's ready! Isn't it so good?

@shotorus I haven't had the chance to read it yet but Sel said she wrote Do You Believe In Love with Teen Dad! Gojo in mind, so if you liked that universe of mine, I'm sure you'll like this too!

#I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THE FICS I READ which could not be more obvious from my rambling reviews in my recs tag #I probably missed a few people but again I review almost everything that I've enjoyed reading so you could probably find it in sera reads

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Praetor’s Pride - Part 1

This fic is inspired by a poll made by bigblissandlove1 which can be found here. So uh...yep. I have no idea exactly how many parts this will end up being, but I have a vague outline, and at absolute minimum, there will be eight. This could easily end up longer than that if my brain gets verbose about it. And we all know that’s very possible, so... Romulan words found via my usual source here.

For anyone checking my masterlists, this will be on the TNG Masterlist since Nemesis was a TNG movie.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Praetor Hiren (ST: Nemesis) x Reader

[A/N: Later chapters will have smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a Human/Romulan relationship, Letant is a good wing man, first meetings, first impressions, Hiren is from “Nemesis,” but this isn’t set during “Nemesis.”

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Hiren stepped behind his bride and draped the thick, midnight blue fabric of his outer robe over her bare shoulders - the final step in a Romulan state wedding and the one that officially marked his claim to her. The color contrasted beautifully with the white dress that adorned her - a Human custom that had been added to this ceremonial tying of two cultures.

When he circled back around to her front, she looked up at him with such open admiration that he couldn’t suppress the urge to cup her cheeks in his palms.

“Before all of Romulus, the Federation, and the rest of the galaxy, I declare you husband and wife,” the officiator announced as Hiren’s forehead touched hers. “You are now of one life, one heart, one future. May your bond be strong.”

Hiren felt his wife’s hands come to rest on his chest, and his joy drowned out the sound of applause from the crowd. The world narrowed to just the two of them.

“Jol-ao au.” She whispered the words against his lips - words that had taken so long for her to say the first time. Hiren treasured them every time they spilled from her lips, clutching them greedily to his breast even as he assured her most ardently that he felt the same.

“Jol-ao au, e’lev,” the Praetor murmured capturing his wife’s mouth with his in a passionate kiss. That was one Human custom which Hiren believed more Romulans should experience. It had taken quite some time for her to become comfortable enough with him to allow such intimacy. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that she was worth the wait. After all, a single year was a small price to pay, especially for a Romulan.

-- One Year Earlier --

“I still don’t understand why I have to attend this function. Why would it matter if one less Federation diplomat shows up? There’s a veritable herd of them here already. I doubt the illustrious Romulan Praetor would even notice one less Human,” I groused as I fidgeted with the sleeves of my dress uniform.

“Our presence honors the growing relationship between Romulus and the Federation,” Lojal stated in his ever-logical manner. The hum of the turbolift underscored his calm demeanor, and I took a deep, slow breath.

“I know, but I just hate crowds, especially those at stuffy state functions,” I murmured. Lojal looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’m perfectly aware that it’s an illogical position to take given my profession, but I can’t help it. I enjoy the negotiating and the cooperation it takes to solidify relations between two groups of people, but I just don’t like being forced to listen to a room full of arrogant bureaucrats posturing and making speeches.”

“Understandable. The posturing can become...tedious,” the Ambassador admitted as the lift opened. “However, this alliance is essential for the stability of the quadrant. On the ‘bright side,’ as you call it, with the plethora of people in attendance, you will likely not be required to do more than nod politely and consume your dinner.”

“That’s true. You always know just how to lift my mood, my friend,” I said with a small smile at the Vulcan at my side. We walked the final few feet in silence together to the transporter room.

Beaming down to Romulus’s surface was no small accomplishment. Very few outsiders had been allowed to do so prior to this alliance. I’d met with several Romulan Senators since the war with the Dominion, but as far as I knew, nobody from the Federation had met with their Praetor. All anyone knew was that his name was Hiren and that he would be in attendance tonight.

Stepping onto the transporter pad with Lojal and four other diplomats, we blinked and found ourselves being greeted by Romulan centurions. In short order, we were escorted to the banquet hall and to our respective seats. Lojal was seated to my left, but the seat to my right was empty thus far. A few long moments passed before it was filled by someone I was quite familiar with. We spotted each other at the same time.

“Why, hello again, my friend! Welcome to Romulus.” The Senator exclaimed as he lifted my hand to his lips. “I had hoped I would be graced with the pleasure of but a few minutes of your company this evening, but it seems as though I am much more fortunate than I had anticipated.”

“Senator Letant, what a pleasure to see you again.” For once when speaking to a government official, I meant it. Letant was one of the more entertaining people I’d dealt with in my career. He never hesitated to speak his mind, allowing his wit and acerbic humor to come out to play with almost inappropriate frequency. One of his favorite activities was trying to draw laughter from me when stoicism or respectful silence were required. He was often damnably successful at it, too. “Perhaps I’ll survive this event after all.”

“I shall drag you through it kicking and screaming - or I should say giggling,” he promised with a mirthful little laugh. “Besides, there is a close friend I’d like to introduce you to–”

“Oh no, not this again,” I groaned. Letant had tried to set me up with several of his colleagues, but none had been quite right. To be more precise, most had been disgusted by my humanity.

“Where is the harm in me showing off my beautiful, intelligent, unbonded friend to those whom I believe might be good matches? As a Senator, I have the ears of many eligible, unbonded Romulans. I admit, my previous attempts were with people who turned out to be wholly unworthy of you, but–”

“No, Senator. Forgive me, but I don’t want to be humiliated again.” The firmness in my voice made his smile droop a fraction. No doubt he was remembering the last time one of his suggestions had called me a hevam and sneered at me as though I was no more than pond scum. I suspected for some time that the reason the man had gone missing was my friend’s ire on my behalf, but I didn’t have any proof. “I don’t relish being told that I’m a poor substitute for a Romulan woman yet again. You know as well as I that that is likely the only sentiment I am going to inspire in any Romulan men.”

“Now, that is utterly ridiculous. Were I looking for a mate, I would consider myself quite fortunate to have your attention for even a few moments. I am not asking you to marry him or even to share a drink with him. All I ask is that you allow me to introduce you. You needn’t even converse with him beyond a greeting if you find he is not to your taste,” the Senator murmured, drawing a sigh from deep in my chest. Letant knew me well enough to recognize the resignation seeping from my every pore. “If you don’t like him, I promise you, I’ll drop the subject.”

“Fine. I’ll do this for you,” I capitulated, “but if this is another failure, you owe me a drink.”

“And if I’m correct, you’ll come to dinner at my home in two days’ time when there’s a break from all this pomp and circumstance,” he bargained, and after a moment’s hesitation, I offered him my hand to shake on it. A gleeful smile made his dimples even more evident. “You won’t regret it, lovely.”

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered just as a hush began to fall over the crowd. Our eyes all shifted to the double doors as they swung open to reveal the President of the Federation and a gray-haired Romulan in opulent, dark green robes walking side-by-side.

“All rise for Praetor Hiren of the Romulan Empire and President Inyo of the United Federation of Planets.” The announcement nearly echoed through the room, and the shuffling of chairs and fabric heralded its observance by all the attendees. As I got to my feet, Letant leaned close to me and whispered in my ear.

“That’s him.”

“That’s who? What do you mean?” I replied curiously.

“Hiren. He’s the one I want you to meet.” I turned my head so sharply I nearly gave myself whiplash. Searching his face for any sign that he was teasing me, I was astonished to see nothing but sincerity.

Letant was serious. I turned my gaze back toward the procession of high-ranking officials only to find Hiren’s eyes already on me. We regarded each other for barely a moment, but when he looked away, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and noticed my cheeks were burning.

What the hell was that?

“I take it you aren’t opposed, then?” The Senator sounded smug as usual, even though I didn’t deign to answer him. We resumed our seats as the speeches began, and, falling into our usual routine, Letant and I took turns attempting to break each other’s stoic resolve with whispered quips while Lojal gave us the occasional disapproving glance.

My attention shifted, though, when the Praetor stood to give his welcome address and officially begin the evening. Letant muttered something in my ear as he normally did, but for once I didn’t hear a word.

“...as we stand together, resolved to solidify the friendship between our people. To each acknowledge the strength of the other and offer support where weaknesses may appear.” Hiren’s voice was strong, authoritative, and oddly pleasant to the ear. The way his voice traveled over words, placing emphasis and importance with his mere cadence sounded almost musical. What would it be like to hear him speak Romulan without the aid of a Universal Translator matrix?

I was roused from my thoughts as the audience began to applaud, and I belatedly joined in. As Hiren took his seat once more, a swarm of servers entered the hall and began placing food before all the present dignitaries. His eyes swept over to our table again, and I looked away quickly so he wouldn’t catch me staring.

“Well? Your assessment?” Letant asked with a hint of mischief in his tone.

“He’s...well-spoken.” To say any more than that would have been extremely revealing. After last time, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that sort of vulnerability again.

“Is that all? Your eyes were practically glued to him for the duration of his speech. Come, come, am I not your friend? Give me your true opinion,” he cajoled as he graciously poured a glass of Romulan ale for me. When I did no more than remain silent, he smirked. “I shall proceed one aspect at a time then.”

“Letant, I am not discussing the Praetor with y–”

“His appearance?” He really wasn’t giving this up tonight. “Indulge me just this once.”

“It’s never ‘just this once’ with you, Letant, but fine,” I muttered. “He looks distinguished and not quite as harsh as I would’ve expected.”

“Tell me about his voice. You seemed quite focused when he was speaking.” The Senator’s eyes practically sparkled as he took a sip of his ale, the bastard.

“It’s nice. Smooth, strong...” I trailed off not wanting to admit my curiosity about hearing him without the translator, but Letant didn’t give up. He could tell there was something I was holding back.

“He’s looking forward to meeting you, you know.” I froze with my glass halfway to my lips and looked at him for an explanation to his casual statement. “The Praetor is a busy man. I assumed he would enjoy at least a small conversation with a beautiful woman, so naturally I told him about you and your accomplishments. He was quite intrigued even before I showed him your picture. Naturally, he was quite happy to ensure that he left sufficient time in his schedule tonight for socializing so that he might meet you.”

“You showed him what?”

“Well, he needed to know who to keep an eye out for. He said you were quite possibly the loveliest woman he’d laid eyes on in all his years,” Letant crowed triumphantly, and I let out an exasperated sigh. “Forgive me if I overstepped. I simply wished to present you in the best light possible. I owe you that much at least, my dear. For now, though, put it out of your mind. Tell me what I’ve missed since I saw you last.”

The rest of the dinner was filled with pleasant conversation and plenty of Letant’s own stories, as well. As soon as the time to move to the reception hall and mingle came, however, the Senator had me on my feet almost quicker than I could blink.

“What are–?”

“My Lord Praetor, it is an honor to see you this evening,” Letant said, but the older man let out a low, velvety laugh that sent a rather pleasant shiver up my spine. I hadn’t even been aware of his approach, yet there he stood. He was taller up close than I’d anticipated.

“You know you needn’t address me so formally, old friend,” he said grasping Letant’s shoulder amiably. His gaze shifted to me and he stood a little taller. “Ah, am I to assume that this is the lovely woman you wished me to meet?”

Vaguely I heard Letant conducting the formal introduction, but all I could seem to focus on was Hiren as he took a slow step closer to me and gave me a warm smile. His eyes were so...kind. Oh no. That spelled trouble for me.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Praetor,” I stated giving him a polite nod, but a warm smile stretched his lips as he waved me off.

“Please, call me Hiren, lhhei,” he said with remarkable deference considering that he was the head of an empire. I’d only heard such a formal address when I first met Senator Letant. Perhaps my friend was right. Maybe he wasn’t like the other Romulans I’d been introduced to thus far. “Letant has told me much about you. Perhaps before the night is through we could spend some time discussing philosophy? I understand that you studied the subject extensively.”

“Yes, I did. I’d enjoy that, but only if you have the time. Running an empire makes you quite a busy man, and you’re going to be in high demand tonight.”

“I’m never too busy to entertain such an enchanting lady. Forgive me, I must make my rounds - diplomatic obligations, you understand - but I will find you again before the night is out, lhhei.” His eyes sparkled as he brought my hand to his lips. It wasn’t the traditional kiss to the knuckles that I expected, but rather what I might expect of someone who had only ever seen kisses depicted in movies. He touched my fingers to his mouth for a long moment, keeping his eye contact constant as he did so before releasing me. A bolt of warmth wound its way up my spine just before he let go.

It was charming in a way. He had clearly made an attempt to learn something of Human customs even if he hadn’t quite gotten it right on his first try. That was better than any others Letant had introduced me to by a long shot.

Damn it to hell, I didn’t want to like him, but he was making it very difficult.

“...Your opinion on him now, my friend?” Letant murmured smugly in my ear as we watched him disappear into a crowd of eager ambassadors and cultural representatives. I didn’t need to answer. He of all people would know exactly how I felt from my expression alone.

“He made a good first impression, so...tentatively positive for the moment,” I replied, and the Senator looped his arm with mine.

“Excellent! Now, let’s get the rest of this accursed socializing over with and free ourselves of our obligations all the earlier.” Accepting my fate, I allowed Letant to drag me through the crowd with him.

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Romulan Words:

Jol-ao au = I love you.

e’lev = dear, darling

hevam = human (derogatory)

lhhei = madam

#deepspacedukat fic #Praetor Hiren x Reader #Hiren x Reader #eventual smut

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Hey there 🤗

This mini fic challenge sounds lovely

Can I request - Ezra / love drunk 🍃 ?

Omg! I loveeeee that combo! Thank you 💜 Here I go, saying I’ll keep it at 100 but -

Your devoted lover

Ezra + Love drunk

Words: 212

An: I love this pairing and I made this one special for you @iccedays , you have truly cheered me up more times than you know (by being such a lovely and supportive person) and I want to thank you for that. you my dear are “Luna” (what better to show love drunk Ezra than a love letter!)

My dearest Luna,

Most precious gem, you are Kevva’s greatest gift. I remain deeply inspired by our last conversation and my heart continues to beat like a drum whenever I feel your kiss upon my lips- your soft skin against mine.

I long for the conclusion of this current posting so I may be in your arms once again. Have I told you my love, to be in your arms is the most perfect place to be?

I say this truly, deeply - nothing compares.

The great love and tenderness I feel for you warms my chilled body on long nights, and fills my senses with a sweetness that the most desired treat in the world would pale in comparison to.

Keeper of my charms, the one I adore so - do you miss me as I miss you?

I count down the days until I return to you, until we warm eachothers bodies under the moonlight losing ourselves in divine bliss -

My empress, my moon, my gem - how the stars pale in comparison to you!

Upon my return I shall deliver on my ardent vow, I will take no other jobs and you and I shall find the home of our dreams.

12 cycles to go, my precious Luna.

Your devoted lover,

Ezra

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📧 Ask away 📧

(I’ll do them until I don’t feel like it, then save any that are left in my inbox for another time)

#Ezra prospect #ezra (prospect)#Ezra x you #microfic #artes moodboards

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downwiththeficness · 11 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Four

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count: ~3600

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The SUV was cruising at speed down the interstate. It wouldn’t be long before the city fell away and everything around them would be either farmland or swamp. Eva sat in the back seat, staring out the window. Alexei was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other supporting his weight on the middle console. Josh was directly ahead of her. They were all listening to a local music station that occasionally cut out with dry static.

She was bored. Had been since they left the house. Neither Alexei nor Josh were saying anything to her and she didn’t know why they invited her along.

The destination—the lab—was remote, far away from Ardent Pharmaceuticals’ corporate offices. On paper, the building was mostly storage. And, from the outside looking in, that’s exactly what it was. Most people wouldn’t even notice the trap door to the right of the entrance. The stairs beneath led down to a smaller room with all of the most up to date technology for chemical engineering.

It was here that Josh’s real passion in life took place.

Eva might be good at math, but Josh was an absolute genius when it came to pharmaceutical innovation. All of his wealth stemmed from improving drugs that were popular with his clients, skimming past FDA approval by selling them under the table to every doctor and pharmacist in the surrounding area under the guise of ‘samples’. What most of their customer base didn’t know was that Josh’s improvements made what they thought was a standard formula pill into something more addictive with a high that couldn’t be matched by other brands.

It wasn’t as clean an operation as Eva liked. There were plenty of things that could get them caught and this new expansion was definitely one of them. Their distributor for the raw materials was consistent and she hadn’t noticed any shortages as of late. They didn’t need another resource for getting the raw chemicals needed to make Josh’s ‘special blend’. It made Josh’s decision to add another business partner into the mix that much more suspect.

She hadn’t seen him since that disastrous meeting, but every once in a while she would catch his scent as it faded from a room he’d been in. Eva took those opportunities to breathe deeply in an attempt to immunize herself against the feelings that scent evoked. She hoped that their next meeting would go better than the last, that her body wouldn’t betray her again.

Alexei made the turn onto the unnamed road leading to the lab with the comfort of someone who had made that turn over and over. The building rose up into view, looming darkly on the horizon. Eva watched it grow until Alexei pulled the car to a stop in the small parking lot.

Josh got out of the SUV and headed for the door, his keys jingling in his hand. Alexei cut the engine and followed wordlessly. Eva sighed as she opened the door and stepped out, as well. As she shut the door behind her, Eva was glad that she chose flats for the day instead of a pair of heels. There was no telling how long Josh would tinker around in his personal lab and places to sit were few and far between.

Eva was halfway to the door when the sound of tires rolling over asphalt got her attention. She turned and shielded her eyes with her hand as she peered out towards the main road. A sleek, black car hurtled towards them at a speed that was dangerously fast. It swung around in the parking lot, stopping cross ways over three spots not far from the SUV.

Who the fuck parks like that?

From behind her, Alexei approached. Towering over her, he followed Eva’s gaze as two people stood from the car.

“I thought they would have more trouble finding the place,” he murmured.

She almost asked him who they were, but her eyes adjusted to the distance and she no longer had to ask. Mr. Jimenez was sauntering towards them in a leather jacket, black t shirt and flared jeans. His booted feet took their time about crossing the lot, as if he had nowhere else to be.

Behind him, another man was following. He swiped at his mustache, fingers catching a cigarette and flicking it away. A plume of smoke wafted from a mouth that was set into a thin line.

Eva realized that she was staring and dropped her gaze. Blinking rapidly, she turned and went inside. They weren’t here for her, anyway. Glad for the air conditioning that kept their excess raw chemicals stable, she moved to stand a little ways away from the door to the basement. It was open, Josh waiting for no one to get to work.

Alexei’s body darkened the doorway. Their guests followed. None of them spared her a glance before they descended into Josh’s lab. Eva held her breath all the same. When they were gone, she let it out in a loud huff. She could not believe she was still attracted to him when he was dressed like such an asshole.

Now she understood why Bobbi Lynn’s husband referred to him as ‘new money’. Every piece of clothing on his body was designer, probably down to his socks. Add to it the obviously massive ego he carried in every step he took and Mr. Jimenez looked nothing short of gauche.

Underneath the clothes and the attitude and the way he looked down his nose at people was a man that Eva found wholly enthralling. The feeling made her hands clench with the need to curl into his hair. It made her mouth want to purse for a kiss.

Which was fucking ridiculous.

She was an adult. A married woman.

Maybe she got a bad batch from Bobbi Lynn—no, this started before she started taking the newer pills. Maybe she was sick. But, she didn’t feel sick. If anything, Eva felt entirely too healthy. Her body felt stronger. For the first time since she left her childhood home, she slept through the night without waking. Rose from her bed without the hangover of a restless night. Her mind was sharper, moved through decisions and equations effortlessly. And, more than anything, Eva was aware of her surroundings.

It was as if she put on glasses for the first time and the whole world suddenly came into focus. For years, she passed through life barely taking note of anything that wasn’t directly related to her survival. Now, she was doing things like lingering in the shower to feel the heat of the water. Or, putting on music while she cleaned. Just that morning, she actually leaned forward and smell the bouquet of flowers on the dining room table.

Fucking. Ridiculous.

“Eva!”

Josh’s voice startled her from the way she was pacing back and forth in thought. She gasped audibly, body freezing like she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Thankfully, Josh wasn’t climbing the stairs to look for her—probably too afraid Mr. Jimenez and his friend would touch one of his precious experiments.

“Eva!” he called again, this time with a touch of impatience.

Steeling herself, she hustled to the door and dropped down onto the stairs. Eva measured her step and let her mouth fall into a pleasant smile as she reached the landing. Folding her hands in front of her, she waited for his orders.

“Mr. Jimenez is making a delivery here in about half and hour,” Josh announced. “He’s brought us a sample to test as a matter of courtesy.”

She refused to look at him, but Eva could feel eyes on her. The room was small, much smaller than the warehouse above. There were two lab tables with various supplies on them sitting on either side of the room. Between the tables stood four men, none of which she trusted.

“I’d like you to do the honors,” Josh prompted, holding up a vial.

In it was a clear liquid that could have been water if it weren’t so thick. Josh held it out to her in offering.

One of the first things Josh allowed her to learn after taking the lead with their books was how to determine the purity of their raw materials. He drilled her over and over, applied pressure with a stopwatch and insults. Eva got it, though, could do it even in her sleep—as proven when he woke her at 2 am, dragged her to the kitchen and made her work in her nightdress.

Eva took the vial from him and pulled on a pair of latex gloves from where they sat on the table. Then, as she practiced, she measured out some of the unknown liquid into a test tube and began to run it through the process.

From her left, the man she didn’t know said something in Spanish. Mr. Jimenez replied, likewise. She guessed that English might be his second language, but hearing him speak in his native tongue made her hands shake. The glass of the tube clinked against a beaker of distilled water. She paused, and forced herself to reset.

All her practice with his scent was clearly not enough. It curled in her nose, nestled in the part of her brain that was tied to sex. In a stunning turn of irony, it occurred to her that she should feel grateful for the way she couldn’t get a handle on her hormones around him. Eva had never enjoyed sex with Josh and never once thought about striking up an affair in order to fulfill the need. All this time, Eva just thought she didn’t have a sex drive.

She was almost happy that she was wrong.

It coiled in her belly, this feeling. Warm and all too pleasant. Every shallow breath brought more heat, more...more. ‘More’ was the only word she could use to describe it. And, ‘more’ was what Eva wanted.

She wished that she could blame it on her status. Poor little omega can’t control her hormones around an alpha. It would be so much easier if that was the case. But, there were no shortages of alphas in Josh’s circle. Hell, Alexei was an alpha. Not a one of them had ever turned her head like the man watching her from his post near the stairs.

He was giving her space, she realized suddenly.

When she entered the basement, Mr. Jimenez was standing next to Josh. Eva’s husband hadn’t moved, was still looking over her shoulder from about three feet away. At some point while she was mixing chemicals at the table, Mr. Jimenez moved as far away as he could while remaining in the room.

Bless him.

Having finished her work, Eva capped the vial and handed it back to Josh, “Its pure enough to work with.”

Josh smiled. An outsider might think he was proud of her. Eva knew better. Josh was proud of himself. He’d found the new resource, he’d vetted them, and it worked out in his favor. Points for Josh.

Turning from Eva, Josh spoke to their new partners, “Looks like we have a deal.”

On cue came the sound of a truck rumbling to a stop in the parking lot. Mr. Jimenez glanced up, smirked, then climbed the stairs. Eva let the men go before her, taking her time getting to the top.

It took an hour to unload the delivery, another twenty minutes for Alexei to ensure that they got the full amount, followed by another five for Josh to quit staring at it. Eva supposed she should have been jealous. He rarely looked at her for half as long and never with that amount of intensity.

Her gaze flicked involuntarily to Mr. Jimenez and she was surprised to find him looking back. His expression was unguarded, the same as it had been on the sidewalk. She found herself caught in it, a heat creeping up her neck. Two, maybe three, seconds passed before he looked away and that stupid little smirk returned.

“Now that business is done, we will celebrate!”

Eva’s brows lifted as she looked to Josh for his response. Her husband tore his attention away from their new stock and fixed Mr. Jimenez with a smile, “Of course. I know just the place.”

She squinted at the back of Josh’s head as she followed him out to the car. Josh regularly went out with his partners, but most of them were fellow businessmen with good standing in the community. Their new partner was a stranger to their town, an unknown. Someone was going to notice that Josh was spending time with him and there would be questions.

Eva was going to say fuck all about it. She knew better than to contradict her husband in public. Or in private, for that matter. Keeping her head down, she walked right to the car, got inside, and waited for Alexei and Josh to join her.

When they did, Alexei looked at Josh and said, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Josh was all surprise, “What?”

Running a hand down his face, Alexei visibly calmed himself, “There is no reason we should be having drinks with that man.”

“Oh, please,” Josh drawled, “Its just a little get-together after a deal that went well.”

Alexei turned over the engine, “I don’t trust him. He’s shifty.”

“He’s Mexican,” Josh replied, “that’s how they all are. Besides, he’s got connections. Connections that we need.”

Eva stared at the backs of their heads, wondering what the fuck was going on. What didn’t she know about Mr. Jimenez that would make Josh so careless with his reputation?

“We can get it elsewhere,” Alexei said, with feeling.

Josh waved a hand, “I’m not paying the shipping all the way from Europe when I can get it right here in North America.”

Turning her attention to the window, Eva pretended not to listen. All the while, she wondered what it was that Josh was so intent on getting. They had plenty of money, if he needed it. Paying additional for shipping shouldn’t be a barrier.

“You don’t know that he’ll come through with those connections,” Alexei replied lowly.

Again, Josh dismissed his friend, “I had him checked out.”

“So did I,” Alexei retorted, heat in his tone, “The man didn’t exist before five years ago. His records just,” he flexed his hand between them, “poof...disappear.”

Eva held her breath, waiting for Josh to say something. The silence between the two men stretched on and on until she figured the conversation wasn’t going any further. The SUV carried them back into the city and down familiar streets to a jazz club that Josh was fond of. Alexei parked, but didn’t get out of the car.

“I’ll wait here.”

Josh sighed, “Don’t be like that. We’ve had a good day.”

Alexei remained stubbornly silent and Eva knew there would be no budging. She slid from the back seat and closed the door, waiting for Josh to move towards the entrance. He stared at his friend for long seconds, his brows drawn together. Then, with his lip curled, he slammed the door shut and spun on his heel.

The ire in his expression slipped away as Mr. Jimenez met them at the door. Eva kept her distance, saying nothing and drawing as little attention to herself as she could. She probably shouldn’t have bothered. Josh was in a gregarious mood, telling jokes and all of his little charming anecdotes that he used to endear himself to the people around him.

Mr. Jimenez smiled and laughed at all the appropriate times, drank the liquor he was given, remarked on the music and the other patrons. His friend, Javier, was more reserved, but no less engaged with her husband.

Eva was using almost all of her focus to keep her breathing even and her ass in the seat. Sipping the white wine Josh ordered for her was absolutely not helping her to relax. The muscles in her thighs shook beneath the table from where she was pressing her legs together. Heat settled low in her belly. Sweat beaded at her hairline.

Even over the other scents in the room—liquor, smoke, salt—she could smell him. Tobacco and vetiver. The cologne he favored had worn off, leaving behind a scent that was all delicious alpha.

Josh laughed loudly, breaking her away from the day dream of pressing her face into the gland behind his ear. Embarrassed, she drained her wine glass and looked around the room for something to focus on.

A waitress approached and leaned down to speak with Josh, “Sir, there is a call for you at the manager’s desk.”

For the first time in years, Eva wished to God that Josh would stay by her side. He didn’t. Rising, he told the table he would be back shortly and strolled away with the waitress in the lead. To Eva’s utter dismay, Javier muttered something about finding another pack of smokes and left the table, too.

And then they were alone—or, as alone as anyone could be in a room full of people.

She kept her eyes on the tablecloth, counted the threads and thinking that she might benefit from another glass of wine.

“So, you’re called Eva.”

Glancing up was a reflex. Having already begun to look at his face, Eva could not tear her eyes away from him. The mask of arrogance he wore like a second skin once again dissolved away.

“And, you’re called Mr. Jimenez.”

She wouldn’t allow herself to call him by his first name. That kind of familiarity would only lead to disaster. Better to keep him at a distance.

He flinched. Eva clenched her jaw to keep from apologizing for the sarcasm in her tone. She didn’t owe it to him.

Sipping from his glass, he ticked his head to the side, “I’m not going to tell him.”

The heat in her body cooled to razor sharp fear. Quickly, she calculated how much he would have been able to deduce from their limited interactions. Eventually, she concluded that he might know enough to make her life difficult, but it would be a small matter of telling Josh what he wanted to hear to assuage whatever hurt he might be feeling.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Eva replied carefully.

One side of his mouth lifted in a very different kind of smirk than he’d used before, “Of course not.” Then, “How long have you been married?”

Eva shrugged, “A little under seven years.”

His gaze turned assessing, “You’re very young to be married so long.”

She scoffed, “If I weren’t married by my age I’d be considered a spinster, Mr. Jimenez.”

Again, he flinched.

“And you?” Eva asked, her tone polite, “Is there a Mrs. Jimenez I should include in my invites to the ladies’ luncheon?”

She didn’t want to think about why she was asking this question—mostly because the reason was clear as day.

He shook his head, “No, I’m not married.”

To cover her own relief, Eva flagged down a waitress and asked for another glass of wine. When she turned her attention across the table again, Mr. Jimenez was openly staring at her. The air in her lungs got stuck in her windpipe under the intensity of his gaze.

The heat being directed at her felt like it might singe her skin. She took it in, meeting his stare with one of her own. Eva had never been so bold in her entire life and likely never would be again. She might as well enjoy it while she could.

In her periphery, Josh moved through the crowd. Quickly, she dropped her gaze to the tablecloth and tried to relax. He sat with a loud sigh, setting down the glasses he carried in each hand.

“Work never stops,” Josh announced, “Where’s your partner?”

Mr. Jimenez shrugged, “Getting cigarettes, I think. Or, he’s looking for a woman to take home.”

“Ah,” Josh breathed, “I remember those days. They’re all behind me now.” He put his arm around Eva’s shoulders, “Got the old ball and chain to weigh me down.”

Brows lifting, Mr. Jimenez replied, “You told me, yourself, that she does a remarkable job with your books. Where I come from, that’s an asset you don’t take lightly.”

Her husband was either too drunk or in too good a mood to notice the censure in Mr. Jimenez’s voice. Eva couldn’t so easily dismiss it. Two compliments. Both given with what appeared to be sincerity. And, in front of other people. It made her want to know what he would say to her in private.

They didn’t stay much longer after that. Josh had work in the morning and he didn’t like to miss his early appointments. Mr. Jimenez said his goodbyes and drove away with what seemed like little care for the fact that his partner hadn’t returned. Josh ignored the way Alexei stared him down as he headed for the car.

Eva, for her part, got in the car and leaned back in the seat with her eyes closed. The whole way home, she memorized the warmth in Mr. Jimenez’s eyes as he spoke with her. It was so different than the cool indifference he cloaked himself with in every other interaction. She didn’t like how intrigued she was by him. Didn’t like that she wanted to dig underneath his skin to find out who he really was.

After they parked in the driveway, Eva stepped out of the car and walked into the house. By the time she got to her bedroom, Eva made the decision that she shouldn’t talk with him anymore. By the time she lay her head on her pillow, she changed her mind.

#Shadow and Veil #narcos #maurice compte #horacio carrillo #carrillo #AU #a/b/o dynamics

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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Hello is there any fics involving blackmail?

There is a couple. We have a masterlist in the drafts but this is all I’ve been able to find so far so if anyone knows anymore for us to add, send them in!

devil's backbone (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: How far will they go when someone from the past makes himself known?

It’s All Fun And Games (Until You Get Blackmailed) - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are in a relationship, but everybody at school thinks they hate each other. In order to have a fun date night, Dan and Phil travel out of town so nobody recognizes them. They think they’re safe, but are they?

Let Me Fall (ao3) - Rayofsunlester

Summary: Dan is admitted to an adult mental hospital after he attempts suicide. Phil is Dan's therapist there.

Most Ardently (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good humour, must be plagued by Daniel Howell.

- Tori

#answered #anonymous #not found #blackmail

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ikaroux · 3 years

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Hello ! I saw ur requests are open so if you don't mind may I request first time with soft dom venti, diluc and kazuha(seperate) ? Take ur time and thank you in advance !

Synopsis: He was so sweet, so thoughtful for your first time. A pure moment of love and tenderness.

Style: Cute, fluff, f!reader, sexual content.

Alert: NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Characters: Diluc, Venti, Kazuha.

Note: For this request, I only made the requested characters to advance my tumblr requests. I might do the others later (except maybe Zhongli who already has his first time in the 3rd part of his fic).

Erg, I thought I'd make something short... I got carried away with Diluc. I hate myself :,)

Masterlist

Diluc hides his desires deep inside.

How many times has he thought of you in a more... sexual way? He was so ashamed of himself... He loves you deeply and he felt incredibly disrespectful and dirty every time he imagined you naked in his arms.

When Diluc is with you, you discover a more passionate and ardent man. When he kisses you, his kisses will gradually become deeper and more sensual. His hands will roam over you, being careful to avoid touching the parts of your body that he considers intimate.

If you moan into his kiss, Diluc will immediately pull away from your lips, cheeks red and eyes full of lust. He wouldn't dare look at you for a while.

However, it won't take him long to give in to his desires...

Diluc had invited you to his home for dinner. He had prepared everything: the table, which he had decorated with a beautiful bouquet of roses, and the meal, and he had even asked his employees to take the night off. He had no ulterior motive, he just wanted to make the most of your presence before taking you home.

The dinner was pleasant, and Diluc listened attentively to the story of your day. Whenever he could, he would take your hand in his, resting it comfortably on the table, his thumb tenderly caressing your skin. Sometimes he would bring your hand to his lips for a tender kiss.

Once the meal was over, you obviously helped him clear the plates and cutlery to start cleaning them. It was a moment of pure complicity and laughter between you two. To tease him, you would spray him with water from the tap while laughing and he would return the favor by spraying you in turn. You both fell back into childhood as he tried to catch up with you by walking around the kitchen table behind which you had taken refuge. Caught up in the mood of the moment, you jumped into his arms, encircling his neck in a crazy embrace in the hope of stopping his movements. At first surprised by your gesture, he had gradually let himself be taken in the heat of your body. You looked lovingly into each other's eyes, Diluc thought you were so beautiful, he couldn't help but smile when he was with you.

"You are so beautiful my love..."

"Diluc..."

Moved by his words, you couldn't help but blush. Diluc held you tightly in his arms, encircling your waist to hold you against him. You took advantage of his support to grasp his face between your hands and gently pull him into a deep, gentle kiss. Things started slowly, your lips dancing sensually together before Diluc finally asked for more. His tongue licked your bottom lip, silently begging to let him into you. It wrapped around yours as your breaths quickened dangerously. Your hands were lost in his hair as his explored your back. The passion between you was dizzying, he lost himself completely in you. Unconsciously, he had grabbed you by the thighs to wrap them around his waist, causing you to moan in an incredibly erotic way. Upon hearing your voice, Diluc stopped whatever he was doing to look you straight in the eye, the shock of his actions evident on his face.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't bring you here for this." - Diluc let go of your thighs to rest on the floor, but they tightened around him. - "(y/n)?"

"Diluc, stop pining for me... I want you... please don't make me wait any longer!"

Something breaks inside him when he hears you begging him. You had just opened a door for him, one that allowed him to express his desires and needs. Diluc threw aside all his fears and all his shame. He wanted you, he coveted you with such ardor, there were no chains holding him back now that you were allowing him to touch you. He was going to make you his.

He would pick up exactly where he left off, hastily grabbing your thighs to bring you closer to the bulge in his pants. His lips would claim yours again as he pressed you against the kitchen wall. His hips would begin a slow, languid movement against your heat.

Diluc doesn't want to rush things, he wants your first time with him to be unforgettable, so he would prefer the comfort of a bed to feel you better...

Diluc slowly broke away from your kiss. His fiery eyes watched you intently. Again, he let go of your thighs to rest you on the floor.

"Diluc?"

"Not here... in my room." - He seemed to be struggling to breathe. His forehead hung on yours as he waited patiently for your answer. His hands on your cheeks were pleasantly warm, he was so beautiful in that state of need. You slowly nodded, allowing him to lead you where he wanted you. Diluc kissed you one last time fervently before grabbing your hand and leading you with a quick step to the upper floor.

Once in his room, Diluc again invaded your lips with a fierce passion. Slowly, he pulled you back towards the bed, shedding his coat, tie and gloves with each step he took without releasing your lips. As soon as you reached the border between you and the mattress, his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling in. Your lips loosened, allowing you to catch your breath for a short while. He found you so beautiful, so attractive in your disheveled state. Gently, his hands began to play with the hem of your dress, carefully lifting it until it slid over your head. His cheeks turned the same shade as his hair at the sight of your partially naked body.

"By the archons, (y/n) you look beautiful." - Without having time to answer him, Diluc lifted you in his arms to lay you on the bed. Now, above you, he stared at you feverishly. His fingers roamed over your skin minutely, "it's so soft," he thought.

"Di-Diluc, your clothes..."

You too wanted to discover it fully. Diluc then grabbed your hand to place it on his chest, inviting you by this gesture to unbutton his shirt yourself.

Diluc's body is littered with scars. Behind each mark is a story, they fascinate you... You run your fingertips over them. Diluc is hypnotized by your movements, which give him the shivers.

He lets you tenderly discover his body just as he discovers yours with passion.

Diluc is very delicate and patient. His hands caress your now naked body with undisguised emotion.

It's his first time, just like you. He doesn't know exactly what to do, although he has a vague idea. He will let himself be carried away by the current...

His mouth explored your body, kissing every inch of your skin. When he met your breasts, his fingers took the initiative to caress them before tasting them. His thumbs slowly rolled the tips of your nipples, hardening your nipples further, and when they were perky enough against his fingers, his lips took over. A grunt escaped his lips as your hand tangled in his hair that you had untied earlier.

The moans you were making, your hand clinging to his hair, your sweet skin, everything was driving him absolutely crazy with desire... Curiosity pushed him to let go of your chest to go lower, he wanted to discover this place that made him fantasize so much.

His hands spread your thighs a little wider so that his fingers could have full access to your wet slit. Diluc could hardly breathe, he wanted so much to be inside you, to be one with you, but he didn't want to rush you or hurt you.

His index finger rubbed your already swollen clitoris, triggering a few moans of pleasure from you. You squirmed under him, bewitched by the voluptuousness that his caresses provoked in you. Faced with your reactions, Diluc decided to concentrate on your sensitive nerve, hoping to hear a little more of your moans. You were repeating his name over and over and he wondered how you would react if he penetrated you with one of his fingers.

He didn't bother to question you. His middle finger, already coated with your arousal, slowly slipped between your folds. You were so tight around his finger, he didn't know how he would handle it when he made you completely his... His free hand continued to massage your clit while the other began a slow back and forth movement inside you.

"Di-Diluc! Aah... I- that's good..." - It didn't take much more than that for him to start picking up the pace of his hand. His index finger soon joined his middle finger to give you the maximum pleasure possible. At this point, you were repeating his name over and over again, until you lost the use of speech. Diluc, in a sudden impulse, withdrew his thumb from your clitoris and replaced it with his mouth, sucking greedily on the source of your pleasure. His hand clutched your hip after positioning your leg over his shoulder. Your walls tightened around his fingers, heat building up inside you, he felt you were close. He increased the pace of his hand swing. When your orgasm hit you hard, Diluc began to slow down the rhythm of his mouth and fingers, he wanted to accompany you to the end.

You were completely out of breath and trembling, and Diluc was hot, terribly hot. His sex was incredibly tense and seeing you under him, legs spread and so vulnerable, made his member tremble. He positioned himself above you, his eyes plunged into yours.

Before he penetrates you, he makes sure you are ready for him. He would have no problem making the foreplay last a little longer, he loved it.

As soon as you tell him you want him inside you, Diluc's breathing quickens. Before he does anything, he puts on a condom. Diluc is not against starting a family with you, he even liked the idea. But he still wanted you all to himself...

Diluc settled between your thighs, the tip of his member spreading your folds slightly. He slowly began to slide into you, hissing through his teeth and closing his eyes at the sensation of your walls wrapping mercilessly around him. One of his hands gripped your hip while the other intertwined with your fingers, the sensation was so euphoric that he had to stop for a moment to avoid cumming immediately. Your complaints of pain were a real torment to him, he couldn't stand to hurt you and he hoped he could quickly ease your suffering once he reached the bottom. Once he had sunk to the guard, Diluc would tenderly take you in his arms. Your arms would wrap back around his shoulders, your face buried in his neck as a few tears of pain flowed from your eyes.

"I'm sorry my love, it's okay."

Diluc's soft words of comfort soothed you as much as his kisses on your temple. His comforting warmth soon made you forget the pain, and when you had stopped shaking, you slowly pulled away from him to kiss his face. Diluc's patience was extraordinary. He didn't move until you gave him the green light, and he focused his attention on your lips. His kiss was slow and languid, he savored the softness of your lips, the feel of your heart beating rapidly against his chest, the sweet smell you gave off, the sound of your moans. His heart clenched in his chest, he was deeply moved by the bond between you. You parted first from his lips...

"I'm fine Diluc, y-you can move."

"Are you sure?"

Your legs had wrapped around his hips.

"Please... I need more!"

Diluc wasn't going to upset you. He straightened up on his forearms and began a slow back and forth motion. Each time he pulled back and then thrust into you again, a grunt of pleasure escaped his throat. He couldn't help it, your walls were trapping him perfectly. However, what he wanted to hear was your moans of pleasure, and to do this, he unconsciously plunged onto your shoulder to bite your delicate skin, giving you unsuspected pleasure. One of his hands went to grab your waist, the force he put in his grip made his knuckles white. The speed of his hips increased, Diluc was abandoning himself little by little in his desires. You found yourself with more and more bite marks and suction marks on your chest, shoulders and neck. Your walls were gradually tightening around him, your moans were getting louder and your breathing was getting faster. He was gradually increasing the pounding rhythm of his loins. He gradually became more rigorous in his penetration, forgetting to even hold back his own moans. Your hand again found refuge in his hair as your orgasm overtook you. You didn't know if Diluc felt it because he didn't release the rhythm of his hips. He continued until you were once again in a knot. You couldn't take it anymore, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. Diluc knelt before you, his hands on either side of your hips. The strength he put into his strokes increased your pleasure. His back and arms were littered with uncontrolled scratches.

You came for the third time that night. Diluc felt your walls spasm and tried to follow you with some slow but deeper and harder pounding. When his own orgasm took possession of him, he let himself go on top of you. Finally, he crawled into your arms, trying to catch his breath in your embrace. With his eyes closed, he lazily kissed your jaw until he calmed down...

When he realizes the bites and hickeys he left you, Diluc will be very upset. Reassure him, just tell him you enjoyed it and he'll relax right away.

He'll take care of you by cleaning up your sweat and the little trickle of blood that came out of you. If you are not too exhausted, he would even be happy to take a bath with you. He will then massage your belly and thighs and finish with the most pleasant part, cuddling. He would rock you with words full of love and tenderness.

He would keep you in his arms all night, waiting for you to fall asleep before allowing himself to join you in dreamland.

He becomes completely addicted to you. Chances are he'll take another turn the next morning. From that night on, you will often sleep together...

Venti is quite curious about this.

He has never had an intimate relationship with anyone else. It is not surprising that he asks for information in books or with some friends (Lisa and Kaeya will be able to give him advice on the subject...)

Venti has never felt desire for anyone. But since he met you, he has experienced everything about love... He has a growing need to make you his own and will not hesitate to tell you about it.

You were sitting on one of the benches in the Mondstadt gardens. You were calmly reading a book in the shade of a tree while waiting for your boyfriend who had given you an appointment when he met you on the street this morning. Once you arrived, Venti quickly spotted you and decided to approach you with a quiet step. By surprise, he gently took the book out of your hands to put it at your side, he then framed your form between his arms. He placed his knee between your legs to get a little closer to you.

"Ve-Venti?"

"You know (y/n), lately I've been feeling the need to touch you. I always want more, always more..."

Your cheeks flushed violently, his pupils dilated with desire were locked on you. One of his hands left the back of the bench to rest on your warm cheek.

"I-I'm not sure I understand Venti..."

His eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's. Venti was decidedly so adorable...

"I'm talking to you about sex!"

You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, looking left and right to make sure no one had heard him. When you noticed a couple staring at you, laughing, you grabbed your book and Venti's hand to take him to a quieter place. Machinically, you led him to your house...

"Venti! You can't yell that kind of thing in front of everyone. It was very embarrassing..."

His teasing laughter disarmed you. You screamed in surprise when you felt him shove you against the wall near you.

"But you want it too, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have taken me to your place."

You didn't know if it was possible to be even redder than you already were. However, Venti may have been teasing, but his hand on your hips held you gently while the one in your hair twitched pleasantly. You grabbed his cloak between your fingers, squeezing it gently as he leaned in to kiss you. He was really sweet and caring.

"I-Idiot... I brought you here because it's the only quiet place I could think of..."

His nose was glued to yours and his laughter made him shake against you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your lips claimed his again. Venti lifted you in his arms and took you to your room. You were pleasantly surprised at the strength he hid in his arms, you never thought a boy of his size would be able to lift you. But he was Barbatos after all, no wonder he had the strength of a god hidden in him. He gently placed you on the bed.

Venti would never force you to do anything with him. He would wait for your verbal consent before continuing.

He would be really gentle with you, practicing the advice that Kaeya and Lisa had provided him.

His caresses are thoughtful and tasty. He doesn't undress you right away, preferring to enjoy every moment with you.

When he starts to undress you, he will do it slowly, enjoying every sound, every caress you offer him in return.

You were completely naked under him, your cheeks flushed and your eyes dilated with desire. You were so beautiful and your confidence in him shook his heart. He thought you were so wonderful, so exceptional. You had accepted everything from him, his status as an archon, his qualities as well as his defects. You were his lover, his muse, he loved you deeply and would make sure you knew it.

His hands delicately massaged your breasts, delighting in their texture and suppleness. When your nipples hardened against his fingers, he kissed each one in turn before sucking one greedily. His loose strands rippled across your skin. Venti made you see the stars, but it wasn't enough, you wanted more control. Without giving him time to understand, you flipped him onto his back, immediately straddling his hips. Bent over him, you kissed him sensually. You rubbed your sex against his, enjoying the moans that came from his throat. His hands clasped either side of your thighs.

"I love you Venti." - His eyes widened and his cheeks took on a darker hue.

"I love you too (y/n)."

You kissed him again, this time more tenderly. You parted gently from his lips to move down his jaw to his neck, nibbling gently on his skin. You continued your way to his chest, then his navel, until finally reaching his taut member. Venti didn't dare look at you and placed his arm over his eyes. He had never felt so shy and speechless, but when you took his sex in your hands, an unexpected moan came from his lips. Venti's curiosity overrode his embarrassment and he slowly straightened to watch you wave your hand along his member. He was fascinated by your movements, you were doing everything to remain delicate and avoid hurting him. When your mouth encompassed the tip of his sex, licking and sucking gently, Venti couldn't keep his hand from diving into your hair. You looked him in the eye for any discomfort, but when he pushed the back of your head down onto his penis, you followed his lead...

Venti will let you lead the dance with pleasure. Seeing you with his member in your mouth was an unforgettable experience.

He won't force you to keep it in your throat when he comes. If you agree, he'll obviously be happy, but if you prefer to have him release outside your mouth, he won't mind. Either way, you'll leave him in a disheveled and stunned state. He never thought he'd feel such pleasure.

Venti had collapsed on the bed, you were watching him tenderly catch his breath. Sitting on his hips, you waited patiently for him to recover by kissing his chest. In turn, Venti flipped you onto your back. His hands found your femininity, a teasing smile on his lips as he noted your state of arousal. He took his member between his hands and settled between your thighs, slowly beginning to penetrate you.

The pain would not be very intense, he would still let you adjust to the intrusion before moving.

Being connected to you in this way made his heart beat fast. He could feel your warmth, the beating of your walls. He felt... complete at last.

"(y/n)... (y/n)... (y/n)... !"

With each sway of his hips, he repeated your name. The sweetness in his voice made you want to cry with happiness. A shiver went through your body when you saw his expression. He looked so different from the Venti you knew, his eyes reflected the millennia he had lived alone. He looked older, more divine. The child seemed to disappear to make way for the man he had always been in your eyes: Barbatos. You knew that originally Barbatos was just a wind spirit, but now he was the man you loved, who made you see the stars with every stroke of his back. His eyes and the tips of his locks glowed with a slight emerald sheen as he let himself be absorbed in the pleasure of your body. His forehead pressed against yours as he quickened the rhythm of his hips. You moaned in perfect sync. V felt your walls tighten around him, and he increased the pace a little more until the knot in your belly broke. You called out his name, spluttering between Venti's and Barbatos', which made him smile against your neck. Soon his own pleasure overwhelmed him, the pace of his hips only ceasing when he had nothing left to give. Venti remained in your arms for a moment before straightening up to look at you, a warm smile on his lips.

Venti is very tactile, so it's not surprising that he'll kiss you over and over again after you're done having sex.

Follow-up is pretty instinctive with him. He'll naturally go get you cleaned up in your bathroom after he gets dressed. If you're hungry or thirsty, he'll of course get you whatever you need.

He will cuddle you as long as you allow him to.

Kazuha is such an adorable and sweet boy.

The first time he will think about you sexually will be during one of his trips on the Crux fleet. He will become so red and confused, but also terribly frustrated. The more he thinks about it, the stronger the idea of making you his.

He imagines every night the softness and taste of your skin. The tone of your voice as he undulates against you. The folds of your back with each of your movements... And he felt so bad after imagining all his things.

Maybe he should talk about his desires for you once he got home...

Kazuha had to return to Liyue today before lunchtime. You were going to prepare some grilled fish for him to celebrate his return. You were in the kitchen cooking the side dishes when the young ronin's arms wrapped around your waist. His footsteps had been so quiet, it was no wonder you flinched when he took you in his arms. The young man had lazily rested his head on your shoulder as he watched what you were up to. You naturally reached up to stroke his hair, a tender smile on your face. Kazuha leaned lovingly on your hand, his eyes now fixed on you.

"I missed you Kazu." - He didn't answer you. Instead, he preferred to tenderly kiss your neck. - "I hope you're hungry. I was going to make you - AAH!"

Without giving you time to finish your sentence, Kazuha lifted you into his arms. He silently dragged you into the bedroom before gently laying you on the bed. He trapped you in his arms, his eyes clouded with desire.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you. All the time, every moment. You were constantly in my thoughts! " - He frowned, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, he continued. - "(y/n), I don't know if this is right or wrong, but... My fantasies have gotten the better of me. Tell me to stop. Tell me I'm dirty and disgusting. Tell me anything! Otherwise I might-"

You had raised your hand to place it on his cheek. Your shoot was making circular motions on his cheekbone in an attempt to soothe him.

"Kazuha, it's normal to feel this way. Mo me too, sometimes I imagine us having... Sexual relations together."

His eyes widened as he listened carefully to what you had to say. There was a heavy silence between the two of you. Did you shock him? Perhaps he expected you to stop him? A movement caught your attention, that of his hand sliding the ribbon that held his hair up. His hair cascaded down his shoulders and the hand that had been tending to it came to grip your jaw.

"I love you (y/n). I love you so much. I missed you terribly too." - And he kissed you passionately. His tongue forced its way into your lips, tangling and dancing with yours, you couldn't stop your moans from escaping your throat. You could hardly breathe, your lungs ached, but you had missed Kazuha's presence so much during his last days, you did not want him to stop. Your trembling hand untied the scarf that covered your lover's neck. When he felt the tremors of your hands, he stopped all his actions to stare at you with a worried eye.

"Will you stop (y/n)?" - You shook your head sharply.

"Especially not! Please continue."

Kazuha laughed softly as he brought his face close to your neck. His lips tasted your skin, it was sweet, just as he had imagined. His hands gradually pulled your clothes apart so that he could finally see you fully.

"You are so beautiful..." - He mumbled more to himself before occupying his mouth again with your uncovered chest.

Kazuha takes his time. He wants to get to know every part of your body. He will remember the location of your tender spots, freckles and scars.

He'll help you take off his clothes before letting your hands and lips touch him. He loves to feel the love you have for him through your touch.

Like Diluc, he has no experience with sex. Therefore, he will let his instincts guide his actions.

Kazuha is not the silent type. He won't hesitate to whisper sweet nothings to you or to let you hear his moans.

Your lover was lying beside you, his hands exploring your body with desire. His goal had finally reached his fingertips. He felt your clitoris twitch under his touch and wondered how you would react if he teased it a little more. As he began a slow rotation around your sensitive nerve, your hand clutched at the sheets of your bed. Your flushed cheeks and moans made you so delicious to him, he couldn't take his eyes off your face. His lips kissed yours as his fingers moved lower, rubbing your wet slit noticeably. His dilated pupils continued to stare at you as one of his fingers slipped between your wet walls. Your gasps made him lose his mind and as soon as you got used to the invasion of his finger, he added a second one to increase your pleasure.

Seeing you fall into the haze of pleasure made him dizzy. He was the one who made you feel so good, so warm under his touch.

He would close his eyes when he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. It's an intoxicating sensation. He will continue to torment you just to feel it again.

You'll have to beg him to stop so he can stop making you cum with his hand. At least you were now sufficiently prepared for what was to come.

Kazuha rolled on top of you, placing your thighs around his hips for a better angle of penetration.

"(y/n), tell me when you're ready. This might be painful..."

"I'm ready Kazu..."

He didn't wait any longer. He had grabbed his outstretched member in his hand before he began to stroke it and spread your natural lubricant on it. With one last look, he began to slowly spread your walls with the tip of his sex. Kazuha's body nestled against you to offer both moral and physical support against his painful intrusion. He felt the bite of your scratches on his back, but he did not complain.

He tightened his arms around you before quickly apologizing in your ear. You had then felt a sharp pain seize you, Kazuha had given you a slightly harder push to sink into you completely. He hoped that this way you would not have to suffer too long from the tearing of your walls. He did not move, waiting patiently for your body to relax. As he waited, he cuddled you tenderly. His hands rubbed your back and his lips kissed everything they could reach on your face and neck. When he felt your body relax, he looked into yours in silent questioning. You slowly nodded. You were ready.

Kazuha rolled you both onto your backs until you found yourself straddling him. At first a little confused, you watched him position himself so that he was sitting across from you, his back supported by the back of the bed. His hands languidly caressed your waist before moving down to your buttocks, which he rigorously grabbed. At this point, you were completely red with embarrassment. Shyly, you began to undulate your hips, moving up and down on his manhood erotically. You couldn't take your eyes off each other, you were hypnotized by each other. From time to time, Kazuha would run his hands up your back, looking for the folds that formed with each of your movements before coming to lose himself higher, in your hair to attract you in a torrid kiss. You moaned louder and louder with the growing pleasure, and when Kazuha's hands grabbed your hips to help you in your movements, your moans turned into screams. Completely submissive to your desires, your head leaned back and your back arched, allowing Kazuha to penetrate you more deeply. His moans were themselves getting louder and louder, his hands on your hips were lowering you faster and harder onto his member. He couldn't resist the call of your exposed skin, which he bit down roughly on your neck. He could feel the heat building up deep inside you, your womanhood growing tighter around him. He couldn't take it anymore, and when your orgasm gripped you, he immediately followed behind, pulling out of you to cum on your thighs.

In each other's arms, Kazuha was slowly caressing your back, waiting for you to catch your breath. His lips were softly kissing your shoulders and jaw. He had a soft smile on his face that never left him. He was so happy...

Kazuha would run you a hot bath to ease your pain and relax your muscles. He would take care of washing you himself. He would cover your face with loving kisses. He's so gentle in the follow-up. He would cuddle you until the water gets warm.

When you are both dressed, Kazuha will ask you to wait for him comfortably in the bed. He will prepare your meal with the fish you bought earlier today. He will cook a soup and a side dish for both of you before taking it all back to bed.

He would spend the rest of the day listening to you talk about your week or telling you about his. You would both lie comfortably in a mutual embrace, savoring each other's presence. His loving gaze never left you, not even for a moment...

Me, after I finish writing... Peace to my soul.

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