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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 6)

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Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Nudity. Language. Mentions of sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello there! We're back in Morpheus' POV for this chapter. I've really enjoyed exploring the softer side of Morpheus with the aftercare but still keeping that foreboding undertones. Hope you like it too. Let me know what you think! All my love, Saskia xx

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Morpheus can see he has pushed your body to breaking point.

The only movements you are able to make are those that are involuntary. The intake of breath, sharp and shallow. The blink of eyelids, slow and drowsy. And the aftershocks feathering along the walls that still hug his softening cock.

The rapture of his own high vibrates in every cell, the humanoid form he takes being the epicentre, with waves of it expanding out across the expanse of the Dreaming, bathing it all in euphoria. He smiles faintly - anyone asleep during your union would have been privy to it in some aspect. Flashes of noises and sensations perhaps, or images of you entangled with him.

With a tender gaze, he looks at your exhausted form. He takes time to notice the details that others might have overlooked. The gradient of the dip of your navel. The vellus hair gracing your skin. The delicate lines on your face brought on by years of smiles. Every inch of you is perfection, the starshine streaming down enhancing your already incandescent air. Soulmate or not, you are the most remarkable person he has met.

There is no denying that you are to be his muse. Now that he has introduced you to his world he can resume work on creating new dreams, and your temperament and features are inspiring him already. His dreamers will be spoiled once the concepts are given life and sent forth into the Dreaming.

He is pulled away from observing your body by the sudden overflowing of silent tears. In the glow of the room, as they track down your cheeks, their lustre is like pearls washed up on a lonely seashore.

He's searching your expression for an indication to the source before they get close to wetting the sheets, cupping your face instinctually as feverous fear infects him. Is pain afflicting you?

His initial assessment gleans that they are falling despite there being no tangible signs of pain or sorrow, anger nor disgust. Further investigation is required.

He drops his register to the mellowest he can manage, whispering your name first, next asking, "Are you alright?"

You dip your chin in a solitary nod. A truthful nod.

You then take a deep breath, voice hoarse as you speak, "I just -"

Words fail you and you look down at your chest in lieu of finding the desired descriptors, hoping that he would catch on.

Your soul.

You make a little high-pitched sound in the back of your throat as he places a palm over its housing. Still very sensitive. With good reason.

Those last layers of defences that had been protecting you from the intensity of the soul bond had been steadfast in their resistance. Of course, they were never going to prevail over him, being the Endless that he is, yet the challenge could not be denied.

And now the conquest was over. He had you exactly where he wanted; physical form in the Dreaming, the Fates' prophecy fulfilled, soul tie complete.

He zeros in on your soul, using his aptitude for the metaphysical to see it in its actual form. The ball of light, two centimetres in diameter, that not too long ago was shattered, now criss-crossed with threads of rich blue, reminiscent of Kintsugi pottery. A mark of the small amount of his power - power that he'd quite literally fucked into you, that was slowly spreading out from your soul through your body, altering as it went. Only time would tell as to what enhancements it would bring if any.

His own soul was cleaved open at the end too, now infused with your essence; twines of seafoam green that he can feel rebalancing the constitution left so weary and depleted by his imprisonment.

It also appears that your mortality has been removed in the process; you are as eternal as he is now. He's against broaching this with you presently, feeling it would be misguided to do so. At this point in time you deserve the most diligent and gentle aftercare. It was your first time; you had trusted him with your wellbeing and that meant the moments after as well.

He will make his touches and movements so very delicate from here, continuing to keep his focus on your facial expressions and body language as much as possible.

Beginning with how he rises out of the position he had held over your body, giving him the ability to ease your crossed ankles out of the firm grip around his waist. Reluctantly, he withdraws himself from the warmth of your core, more trembles breaking free from the fluidity of the movement.

It makes you whimper loudly, the unintended stimulation and the way he guides your legs down to the mattress, as the recognition of how locked up your thigh and calf muscles are bark in your nerve endings.

"Would you allow me to clean you?" He asks, gesturing to the fluids that are now leaking from your cunt.

You seem surprised yet you agree nonetheless.

He conjures a bowl of water and a linen cloth, setting the former to the side of your right hip. The display has you propping yourself up on your forearms, fascinated by the shaping of form that comes so naturally to him. He moistens the fabric, pitter patters emanating erratically as he squeezes out the excess.

"I will stop if it is too much." A promise made while holding eye contact before beginning a gentle yet meticulous cleanse, re-dunking the cloth when needed.

Aside from a couple of flinches early on when he brushes over your clit, you cope with the touches very well, and Morpheus shows he acknowledges this in the murmured praises he looses with the completion of each swipe.

A stumble in your breathing has him stopping immediately though, drawing his attention to your startled face, eyes wide as you take in the pinkish tinge of colour in the water.

"Shit. I'm so sorry. I can finish taking care of it," your voice is warbled as you try and fail to close your trembling legs.

He puts a steady hand on your knee. "You have no reason to apologise."

A little dimple forms between your eyebrows, lips pulled thin by a grimace; evidently you are unconvinced.

"I want to take care of your needs. Please let me," he says with gentle candidness.

You blow out an unsteady breath as you struggle to look at him, attention darting all around the room, actively choosing to go anywhere but towards him.

These hallmarks of humiliation, vulnerability, they unreservedly rile him. Who had made you feel like this was unacceptable? No doubt your world's societal norms. Though Morpheus has seen improvements in them in recent years, there are lingering, foolish ideals on what was decorous when it came to the human body.

He relays his thoughts on the matter, "It is a natural occurrence, as natural as any other bleeding from broken skin. There is nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N."

He lets the reassurance settle in as he rubs his free hand up and down the outside of your left thigh.

"You know I speak the truth," he adds when you still remain silent.

Eventually you let your head slump back. "You're right."

His chest swells with pride at his successful reframing. "May I continue?"

You make a noise of affirmation.

Once he is done, the bowl and cloth de-materialise along with the patches of fluid that had been glistening on the sheets.

He leaves the space between your splayed legs, pausing as he kneels next you. You look like a ragdoll that has been dropped from a great height, limbs askew and head limp. He wishes to scoop you into his arms and re-arrange you, cocooning your beautiful body in the most luxurious fabrics his mind can create. So he does just that.

With a hand flat between your shoulder blades and another under your knees, he moves you to lay further up the bed, fashioning a sumptuous silk sheet to settle over you, a twin of the one tucked over the mattress. A knitted cashmere throw weighs down the sheet to seal in warmth. The last step is a plump pillow; he cradles your head carefully as he positions it.

"Thank you," you say shyly as he puts his head on an identical pillow, laying on his side so he can watch you.

"You are most welcome, my soulmate."

A beat. "Is there something I can do for you, Morpheus?"

He feels a thrill go through him, lust rising once more. Hearing his name on your lips is everything. Undoubtedly it always will be. He's instantly grappling with the urge to fuck you again and it is by sheer force of will he just manages to leash his lust.

"All I require is proximity to you," his words sounding much more gallant than he feels.

With visible effort, you roll onto your side, intent on providing him with delightful closeness despite the aches. Face to face, he decides now is time for a debrief.

"Is there anything you wish to discuss about the acts we performed together?"

You fiddle with your fingers, tentatively asking, "Did I do okay?"

The question is so endearing, it makes his chest tighten.

"Yes. You were, are perfection."

He catches the bashful glance your throw towards him and he draws even closer.

You had done so very well, taking everything in your stride since he found you in the waking world. Gone through a myriad of emotions, dealt with intense, sometimes painful physical reactions. And the sex... Well.

He runs a hand from your temple to jaw a few times to distract from the ever-mounting desires, thankfully taking the edge off with the affections.

"It is true. You are so trusting, communicative, generous. Receptive."

You huff out a noise of amusement. "How do you know that I wouldn't respond like that to everyone?"

Possessive jealousy drives a dagger into his heart, stiffening every part of his being, hackles rising as the sickening idea of anyone else touching you takes form in his expert imagination. Your question had been teasing - obvious from the impish quality in your eyes yet he cannot stop the rage that flares at the idea.

He extinguishes his temper, pushing it into the usual spot deep within, speaking with a level and authoritative cadence.

"You were not meant to be touched by anyone but me."

He holds your gaze resolutely, fascinated by how your pupils dilate from the covetous statement, fingers digging into the softness of your behind to add further weight to his claim.

"You derive pleasure from hearing me say that."

"Yes," you confirm, a telling half-smile appearing. "Though it would appear I am not the only one."

You nudge against the growing erection hidden by the sheets with your knuckles. The simple touch is a catalyst, his restraint almost breaking, eyes shifting to match the backdrop of the night sky above you both.

"Not right now," you assert.

His answering glare makes you raise your eyebrows. But you do not back down.

"Very well. I will keep myself contained. For the time being."

You press a sweet, quick kiss to his cheek. "I appreciate you enduring such hardship."

You laugh a little at the end of the teasing sentence. It is an effervescent sound, one that makes him feel so alive. When was the last time he truly felt like that?

He would do anything to keep you laughing like that, make you happy.

Inspired by that sentiment, he drapes an arm over your body and pulls you closer. You sigh in contentment, smiling warmly at him.

A crescent moon rises to accompany the stars in the ceiling sky. The slip of light it reflects is as peace-giving as your skin against his. Quiet descends.

Finally - after the frenzied events of the past couple of hours, the delirium that had ensnared the both of you in body and mind, spurring him to reveal the truth to you and initiate the binding of your souls - finally everything stills.

And in this stillness, after a considerable number of minutes, Morpheus begins to register the results of the soul bond between you; a direct line broadcasting your every emotion to him even though you are awake.

They are not particularly stable right now, kaleidoscopic in how quickly they evolve from one to the next. He is accustomed to knowing humanity's emotions, exposed to every facet of them for millennia yet this is different. With the dreamers there is a certain level of detachment. Being his soulmate, the impartiality is gone.

He is peering around the curtain.

And the emotions you are feeling are about him, directly influenced by him.

Exhilaration, fondness, trepidation, pensiveness.

His eyelids flutter at the intimacy, mouth dropping open with a shaky sigh.

"What is it?" You ask immediately as worry enters the mix. How adorable that your reflex was concern for him.

"Our soul bond is strengthening. I can feel your emotions."

You blink, stimulated by the notion first, then disappointed. "I can't feel anything coming from you."

"Give it time," he reassures.

"How much time?"

A little smile quirks his lips from your charming impatience.

"A few hours. Perhaps more."

Curiosity dances in your eyes as well as your mind; you study him closely, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. "What's it like?"

"It is quite diverting."

In fact, it is the sort of thing that has potential to consume his every thought. He will have to be cautious of how much time he is dialled into the bond. As long as he makes the rules now then he will be okay. No over-use. No over-reliance.

A brush of fingers across the back of his hand, the inside of his wrist. "Tell me what you're feeling, Morpheus," you whisper.

He pulls himself from the compelling information flowing from you and takes a reading of his own internal state.

It's tempting to lay it all on the table. To tell you of the powerful emotional reactions happening. But he won't. The emotions must be compressed into something more regulated. He chooses the words carefully:

"I am wholly contented."

Joy and relief swirl from you and you kiss him. The softness of your lips help soothe the fierce feelings and when you part, Morpheus is fully reigned in.

He notes that your eyes are drifting now, glassy with oncoming sleep.

He rubs a thumb across your cheekbone.

"It is okay if you want to fall asleep," he murmurs. "My only request is that you permit me to hold you, so I may monitor how things progress."

There is much acclimation to be made. The scalding heat that had been rampant under his own skin has only just dropped to a simmer, let alone all the things to come. He must not leave your side until your body has adjusted to the energy within you.

"I wouldn't say no to sleep," you say with a lethargic smile.

He eases you into a nearer proximity. An arm slung across your middle. Legs tangling together. You nuzzle against the skin of his neck, inhaling deeply as if his scent could knock you right out.

"Good night, soulmate."

He kisses the top of your head, replying with the same.

You place a palm over his soul. "Thank you, Morpheus. For answering all my questions and being so patient with me."

"It is the least I can do, Y/N."

Morpheus keeps still as you sink into subconsciousness. Not a hard feat for him; he mastered that art long ago. Crossing the threshold into sleep is smooth for you, exhaustion efficiently picking the lock.

As soon as you are fully under he peers at you, cheeks already rosy from the warmth of the sheets and his body, lips parted. You appear serene on the surface - he decides to lean into that link one last time for tonight.

Yes. There it is. Evidence that you feel safe and happy. He has done his job well. Now to maintain this level of performance. For your sake as well as his own.

Your presence is the first rain after a drought. A lighthouse on a treacherous stormy night. You are an antidote to a poison that he hadn't realised he was choking on. You are healing him, just as he knew you would.

And there are measures that must be taken to keep it that way.

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"Controlling my feelings for too long. Forcing our darkest souls to unfold. Pushing us into self destruction. They make me, make me dream your dreams."

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why-what-no · 1 year

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First Kiss

Pairing: Desire x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurities

Summary: Desire’s love gets insecure about her lack of experience with kissing, but Desire assures her there’s nothing to worry about

Requested by: @punkrockvalkyrie

As much as it pained her to admit it, (Y/N) had been ignoring Desire all week. Literally and figuratively. She didn't exactly want to, but...

It hadn't been long at all since she had admitted her feelings for Desire of the Endless to their face, and for Desire to tell her that they reciprocated her feelings. (Y/N) had never been so happy in her entire life, scarcely being able to believe that a being as perfect and powerful as Desire could ever love someone like her.

But then, when the initial joy wore off and (Y/N) went home for the night, her insecurities crept into her mind.

She’d never admitted this to Desire, but this was the first time she had been in anything close to a relationship. Hell, she hadn’t even kissed anyone before.

And now she was almost sort of in a relationship with one of the most powerful beings in existence. One who - from the looks of them and their behaviour - wasn’t unexperienced when it came to romantic and physical attachments.

Unlike (Y/N), who was terrified of the idea.

It wasn’t that she hated the thought. On the contrary. The idea of kissing Desire, or doing more, was paradise to her. Everything she ever wanted. But although she knew she could have it, she was now terrified of messing it up.

Thoughts of being terrible at it all ran though her head. The possibility of being a bad kisser drove her into catastrophizing about it. What if Desire judged her? What if they wouldn’t want her after it?

She didn’t want to ruin things. She knew that Desire could have anyone they wanted, and they could easily find someone who is better at kissing if (Y/N) messed up too badly…

She was in such a state of worry, she didn’t even notice Desire appear in her room.

“And what’s on your mind, my heart?” The Endless asked, snapping (Y/N) out of her thoughts suddenly. She jumped a bit, covering it up with a nervous laugh.

“Nothing really.” She replied, looking at Desire. They were absolutely gorgeous, as always. (Y/N) never wanted to stop looking at them, never wanted to be away from them.

Their love stepped forward, reacting up to stroke (Y/N)‘s cheek. “Well that’s a shame.” They said with a flirtatious smile. “I was hoping you were thinking about me.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but blush at those words, but when Desire leaned forward to kiss her, she backed away. Instinctually, like she had been burned.

Embarrassed flooded (Y/N)‘s mind as Desire frowned in concern. “My love?” They asked, taking a hesitant step forward. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing… I just…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Their voice was soft, but their eyes were… filled with emotions that (Y/N) wasn’t used to. Uncertainty and fear and… other things that she couldn’t name. “You’ve been avoiding me. What’s the matter? What’s changed?”

“Nothing!”

“Did you wake up and realize that I wasn’t what you wanted?”

The tone that Desire used when they said those words… it was so less confident than (Y/N) was used to. There was a fear there. A fear that (Y/N) felt. Of loosing this.

“No, no. Of course not! I love you.” She rushed out, trying to fix this. “I just… I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Admitted the girl. “And I didn’t want to mess things up by being bad at… at it.”

Desire paused, absorbing this confession, before chuckling slightly. The laugh wasn’t cruel or malicious seeming, so (Y/N) relaxed slightly. “(Y/N), my heart.” They started, cupping her face in their hands. “Next time you feel like this, you must talk to me. I don’t care if you’ve never kissed anyone before. I don’t care if you’re bad at it. I just want you to kiss me. Do you understand?”

She nodded bashfully.

“Good.” Desire smiled softly. “Now… may I kiss you?”

She nodded again.

Desire’s lips were soft, pressing so gently against (Y/N)‘s at first, before taking command and molding their lips together. Their hands were buried in her hair, holding them together like Desire couldn’t bear to be parted from them for a second.

The taste of Desire’s lips was like a drug, making her brain go fuzzy and filling her with pleasure. (Y/N) didn’t know if it was one of the Endless’s powers or just caused by the love she had for them. Either way, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the she couldn’t get enough of it.

She never wanted to stop kissing them. Mentally scolding herself for taking so long to let this happen. It was better than anything she had ever imagined.

When they finally did separate to give (Y/N) a chance to breath, Desire kept them held together. Their breaths mingling.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily, both from the lack of air and the look that Desire was giving her. They looked like they wanted to keep her here with them forever. And (Y/N) was completely okay with that.

“There is no one I want more than you.” They said to the girl. “You are more precious to me than anything. Believe that.”

“I do.” (Y/N) replied, finally believing it. Letting Desire pull her back in for another kiss.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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✞ঔৣ۝Sandman/Quantum leap Master List۝ঔৣ✞

Request: Temp Closed

Unless stated or requested by Reader, Desire's pronouns will always be they/them, but for nsfw purposes, they will be male unless stated otherwise by request of the reader.

Also, If I reach a certain amount of requests I will temp close the request in order to fulfill the ones received. Also i clearly dont own Sandman lol this is just to satisfy the Unhinged hoes here.

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The Sandman - Desire

Hold On

Meeting Desire For The First Time

Meeting Your Parents

My Personal Hero

Sneaking Off

A Jealous Endless

Desire Edging The Reader

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Changing It Up

Wrong Realm

Desire Helping You Through Doubts

You Are Perfect

An Endless Soulmate

Desire Dating A Werewolf

I’m Always With You

Dancing With Desire

Its Me You Feel In Longing

Desire Dealing With A Nightmare

A Twins Experiment

Desire Of The Endless

Your Belong To Me

Beautiful Just The Way You Are

Not Again

First Kiss Butterflies

Shhh Your Sleeping

No More, I'm Sorry

Desire Reacting To You Passing Out From Pleasure

Don’t Test Me

Desire Dating A Vampire

Meow Meow

Not This Time

Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile

2 Times You Saw Them, 1 Time They Saw You

I'm Not Giving Up

Business Meeting

It Started With A Song

What Do You Desire?

Red Stained Kisses

Simple Distractions

Who Would Win

Desire Helping You Through Head Pain

Tolerable

Family Dinner

It's Just A Dream

Starting A Family

Desire Dating An Ace S/o

Come Back

Desire Dating A Tall S/o

Look At You

I'm Right Here

What Do You Desire

Desire Punishing The Reader

Epithumia & Their Immortal Lover

Hush Love, I'm Here

My Cat Is An Endless

That Won't Work

My Werewolf Lover

My Perfect Munchkin

I'll Fix Your Broke Heart

Nice Underwear~

Desire Dating Lucifer Morningstar Child

Rocky Horror Night

Please Don't Forget Me

Desire dating the god of mischief

Desire Dating A Neko Reader

Taming My Werewolf Lover

Will You Join Me

Quantum Leap - Ian Wright

Teaser Fic: To Help You

Teaser Fic: Wasn't A Suggestion

The Cutest Thing Every

Giving Ian Nicknames~

I Told You Not To Overdo It

Shut Up, Let Me Kiss You

I Can't Think Of Anything But You

Dating Ian Wright~

Hold My Hand Please (Spooky Fic)

I'm Trying To Seduce You!?

Never Letting Go

It's Time to Wake Up

Please Contact The Manufacturer

Come Back Please

A Kiss Solves Everything

Stay With Me

My Rock' n Roll Lover

A Touch From You Is All I Need

Spending A Rainy Day With Ian Wright

Losers Win To -

Maybe You Want All Three

How You Know When They Are Horny

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morpheusbaby3 · 1 year

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Morpheus telling Lucienne about the problems he has been through:

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the-darklings · 2 years

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──𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 [𝐕𝐈.]

summary: "You know what he is. Better than most. I need not do anything. One day, dear Dream will ruin this himself."

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

wc: 3.6k+

warnings: Wanderer is going through it emotionally; the price for immortality is the burden of remembering, Dream is still Dream ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes: I wrote this in 4hrs and need to get up at 4am (it's now 11.30pm) so if there are more warts on this than usual, I'm really sorry!! thank you so much for your support, too. enjoy the quiet before the storm...

part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

PART SIX: YEAR 522-619

Your landings have improved. With the passing centuries, you’ve come to predict and control them better. Landings differ based on the circumstances of your escape. Sometimes it’s as simple as snapping like a rubber band from one place to another. Minimal pain compared to what you once dealt with, and significantly more comfortable. Based on your condition, landing can range anywhere from stumbling steps to falling flat on your face.

Today, unfortunately, it’s the latter.

Your skin burns, prickling all over, chafing from within. It’s become more of a dull ache after five hundred and seventy-five years. Easier to manage. Your control, in that sense, has come leaps and bounds.

Gravity bites into your ankles, forcing you to tip forward. Your jaw jolts upon impact, each tooth rattling when you hit the cherry red, glossy flooring. Your right hand throbs in protest at your side.

“Oh, dear,” a purring voice floats over. “There you are.”

Rolling onto your back, you huff a winded breath, cradling your lumpy, partially numb hand. “Desire.”

Desire of the Endless laughs, low and sensual, at your dry greeting. It’s quite the sight, but this is hardly the worst position they’ve ever found you in. Like the Dreaming, Threshold—Desire’s domain—hums with power around you. There’s a stark difference between the warm, lulling familiarity of the Dreaming compared to Desire’s kingdom. Threshold pulses with heat, want and desire. Those greedy, oppressive sensations ignite heat in your chest, cocooning your senses from all sides.

“Do get up, dear,” Desire says. Their ruby red mouth shines when they speak, all teeth on display. Openly delighted. That’s as good a reason as any to bolt. Desire spins on a red, lustrous chair, golden sheen passing through their eyes. “You make for quite an unsightly view, rolling around on my floor like that.”

Rolling your eyes, you struggle up, wincing at the heavy sensation in your hand. “Give me a break,” you mutter, peeved.

Another slow spin. You hadn’t noticed the glass in Desire’s hand until they twisted the bright-coloured umbrella. “Whatever happened to your hand?”

You almost snap that it’s clear Desire doesn’t care—never cared—and this act will get them nowhere, but hold your tongue. In truth, you would like to pretend Desire does care. By now, though, you know better—learned better, the hard way.

“I got caught stealing,” you reply flatly. Standing up takes two attempts. You fish out an apple from your pocket, rubbing it on your thigh. Victorious even in defeat, you continue, “Fingers went first, then the hand. It should be back in working order in a few hours. Don’t give me that look. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to go without food for two weeks? It doesn’t kill me, sure, but it’s a pain. Literally.”

“Sounds positively awful.” Desire pops their chin in their palm, all gentle, beguiling words that make you bristle. Their features shimmer, blurring at the edges. You force yourself to squint to keep Desire’s face in shape. If your mind strays, Desire’s power will reflect that. “Shame Dream doesn’t do anything about it, isn’t it?”

Umbrella twists again, those words coy and low. A fine bait laid out in your path. You’re not sure if you should be offended Desire assumed you’d fall for such a cheap trick.

“Whatever you're cooking, leave me out of it,” you bite out.

You sound exhausted. There’s no escaping that. When faced with Desire, there’s no point in pretending otherwise or playing pretence. Once, that lack of facade is precisely why you believed Desire to be your friend. Once. But that was a long time ago. Back when you were a lot more naive and hopeful about making friends with only constants in your life.

“You’re becoming no better than him,” Desire whines irritably, falling dramatically back into their seat, legs crossing with an inpatient exhale. “So boring. I remember when you used to be fun.”

Your bloated fingers twitch at your side. Sluggish and fumbling. You can’t help but wince at the dull, gnawing discomfort. That never gets better. Years don’t alter how pain feels. Biting into your apple to keep yourself occupied, you stroll on unsteady feet around Desire’s gallery. Six sigils to call upon each sibling and a mirror where Desire’s own sigil should be. Your attention skims over Dream’s sigil, the helm, while you chew, your features softening.

“So do I.” Your words come out faint, scratchy. There’s no denying you’ve missed Desire or how good it once felt to find yourself here. Not the Dreaming—nothing could ever come close—but so much better than the human world, than Despair’s domain. Or Destiny’s. “I remember how much I looked forward to visiting you all the time. You had my trust, Desire. You had my friendship, too. Then you decided to use me as a puppet in your little pissing contest.”

And then you became no more than a pawn utilised in a battle between beings more powerful and older than Gods. It’s perhaps the first and only time you’ve seen Dream truly angry. Or close to it.

Desire stretches to their feet, dual shadow slithering, slow and treacherous, across the floor.

“Do not become arrogant, Wanderer.” Footsteps amble in your direction. Desire’s fingers trail every surface on the way. You bite your apple with extra force when Desire halts next to Dream’s sigil, grinning sharply. “There is still much you do not know about your precious Dream. You’re but a leaf caught in a hurricane. Oh, so simple to ruin. You’re too blind to his faults.”

The snide bitterness in those words forces your body towards the Endless. “Am I? Help me understand, then. Tell me what this is really about.”

Desire pivots your way, ponderous air shrouding them. Your heart catapults to your throat, fluttering. For a second, golden irises bleed into piercing, wintery blue; flaxen hair darkens to tar black, and your steps stutter to an abrupt halt. You blink forcefully, and Desire’s face morphs back to their usual appearance. The sudden chill in your bones doesn’t abate.

What do you see when you look my way? Desire had once posed, a long time ago.

You had sat curled on a hard, shiny settee, still more comfortable than you’d been in a human prison, held in chains for days. That’s why you told Desire the honest truth. At your description, Desire’s guileful grin had wilted. Their hand had dropped from your bruised cheek where they’d been soothing the throb, leaving only intent curiosity peering back.

You see me because you desire nothing I can offer. For I reflect whatever is your heart’s deepest, most secret desire.

Back then, you had mutually concluded even Desire could not reflect freedom. It’s an abstract concept that holds no human qualities after all.

But just now, you—

Desire cuts the remaining distance between you, cupping your face with delicate hands. Your head nudges upwards, meeting their sultry, golden stare. “I do not have to explain myself to you, gumdrop.” They lean closer, whispering into your ear, “Besides, your devotion to Dream runs too deep.”

The hold drops dismissively.

"That's fair enough." It's not your business. You're not arrogant enough to assume whatever rancour between the two siblings exists is anything you can fix. If you could, you would do so in a heartbeat. So instead, you nod, taking another bite to chase the vision from moments prior. "For old time's sake, keep me out of it. Please. I've had enough on my plate recently."

Desire’s head slants curiously to one side. “Do you imagine me a villain?”

The genuine question you hear there stuns you momentarily. Turning the half-eaten apple in your palm awkwardly, you shake your head. “No. I never did.”

But Desire can be cruel. Malicious and self-centred. You suppose it comes with the job. Desire is a tricky, loud emotion, insistent upon whomever it bears down on. Even standing here, in the Threshold, makes every emotion muddle and stumble all over each other in your chest.

Desire pauses by Dream’s sigil once more, considering it with a tut. Their hand hovers over the helm, their back to you, tracing imaginary patterns there. “You know what he is. Better than most. I need not do anything. One day, dear Dream will ruin this himself.” Desire peeks at you over their shoulder, golden light reflecting cruel and complacent. “All I’ll need to do is sit back, look gorgeous, and enjoy the show.”

Your jaw tenses. “Ruin what?”

Protectiveness coils in your chest, sudden and fierce, rearranging your features into a new colder composition.

Desire blinks. Then again. “Something is… different about you, Wanderer.” They push away from Dream’s helm, scrutinising you with a curious hum. “What form do I take when you gaze my way?”

Your jaw grinds harder, your teeth aching in their gums. “As yourself.”

Desire laughs. The sound is a soothing bath, silk on your skin, and fills your chest with a bloated, bubbling feeling. The Endless tuts, waggling their finger as if you’re a misbehaving child. “Liar, liar. I am many forms and many faces. What is self anyway? Oh, but this… this is… most intriguing.”

Your teeth sink in the apple again, ignoring Desire’s probing stare. “Are you done?” you mutter.

Desire rolls their eyes, strolling back towards their chair. “Fine. You know I’ll figure it out in the end. You can’t hide it from me.”

“While you do that, oh Great One, I need your help with something.”

Desire lets a disbelieving scoff escape their lips. “Oh? My help?” Their arms part in invitation. “Fine, I’ll bite. What is it that your dear little heart desires most?”

The Endless leans forward eagerly, an ever-shifting veil of desire and deceit cloaking them.

This time, you’re the one to grin, lifting your near useless appendage for inspection. “A ring. But not for me.”

This time, Desire's face lights up with gleeful delight, previous ire wiped entirely. Fickle, as always.

“Ah, at long last—something fun. Little Wanderer, always full of surprises.”

You are meant to fall, as you are meant to rise. It is how your destiny is written. There are no shortcuts.

Cracking your neck, you hop into the Dreaming with only a minor wince as punishment. Voluntarily travel, you’ve come to learn with centuries, significantly reduces discomfort. When you grasp whatever excessive, rotting power the curse has instilled in you, and yank on it.

Strolling up the stone bridge, you give passing figures brief smiles and greetings, heading towards Dream’s castle. Destiny’s cold, emotionless words stalk your every step, rubbing your emotions raw. Shortcuts, he says. As if you go prancing around a park. Giggle daily and skip around, smelling daisies. As if your entire existence is anything more than a sick joke.

You’re just…

Tired. So, so tired. Inextinguishable exhaustion nestless deep in your marrow.

Over six hundred years. One would think you’d gotten better at immortality. But as you continue your exhausted trek, you can’t help but consider a notion you never had before:

That, perhaps, humans are simply not made for eternity. At some point, the soul—the weight of it—merely becomes too much.

The Gatekeepers bow their heads at your approach, peering down at the one requesting entry. You can’t help but crack a smile. They can probably sense you the second you cut and drop yourself here, but still they insist on these ceremonies.

But the law is the law. And Ancient Rules are merciless, even to the Endless.

“Wanderer.”

Your sour mood brightens instantly.

"Lucienne." Your spirit lifts at your friend's appearance. "How are you?"

An arm drops suddenly around your shoulders from behind. There's no need to look behind you. He's as familiar as the Dreaming is, and the clothes on your back, as the tiny wooden figure safe in your pocket.

“She’s fine,” Corinthian announces cheerily, giving you a slight squeeze. “Can’t you see?”

You lean into him, selfishly grateful he’s shown up. Like a balm, your friends and the Dreaming wash away the weariness. Ease the weight without knowing it.

“Cori,” you greet dully.

Corinthian’s brows wiggle, his smirk dynamite. “Natural disaster on two legs.”

“Nevermind,” you grumble, stepping from his half embrace. “I’m leaving again.”

He catches you by the collar. “Don’t think so. We have company, don’t we, Lucienne? It would be rude.”

The librarian observes your exchange with perplexed curiosity, but her wariness around Corinthian hasn’t budged in centuries. No matter how highly you’ve spoken about him, Lucienne has never once regarded Corithina as anything other than a nightmare. A highly volatile one at that. One that should not be regarded so amiably.

Lucienne’s brows knit, suspicion glinting behind her circled glasses. “Where have you been, Corinthian?”

Your attention drifts to him. Corinthian shrugs nonchalantly beside you, not a care in the world evinced in his lazy half-grin.

“Around.”

There’s a tense, fraught moment where Lucienne seemingly teases over the idea of pushing further. Ultimately, she permits the matter to drop, turning towards you with her hands clasped behind her.

“Corinthian speaks the truth.” Smooth, stolid words directed solely at you. Pointedly so. “Lady Death is visiting the Dreaming.”

“Death is here?” Just when you thought today couldn’t get much better. “Where?”

Lucienne’s smile is reserved but happy. She gestures for you to follow, but you only manage a step before halting. Corinthian’s smile takes on a venomous edge when your gazes meet, but he shadows your step when you resume your trek.

As expected, you locate them in the throne room.

Dream and Death of the Endless are so overwhelming in their sheer presence even Corinthian draws inwards, his teeth gritted while he lingers behind you. Their presence is dampened, glossed over behind veneers in the waking world. But here, in Dream’s realm, where aspects of Death manifest as well, they are themselves in the truest sense.

The siblings walk side by side through the sprawling space, caught in deep conversation. Dream’s unruly dark hair steals your attention first. He’s pale and tall as he was three years ago—unchanging. You should take him to the waking world soon. You’re sure the tales humans are starting to spin about pale cave dwellers are solely based on him. Maybe you should ask Lucienne’s help to hunt the stories down in the library later.

However, Death’s ethereal, compassionate glow can never be mistaken for anything other than her. Your curse comes alive at her presence, shrivelling far and deep inside, and you instantly feel ten pounds lighter.

You catch Corinthian mouthing after Dream, mimicking his creator’s words mockingly. Your elbow lands promptly in his ribs.

“Stop that.”

Though your words are no more than a hissing whisper, Dream’s head snaps in your direction.

“Wanderer.”

Even this far away, it’s as if his voice has whispered the greeting directly into your ear. Deep and soft. However briefly, something cracks in his solemn expression, gone the next moment. Death veers in your direction, her arms parting for a hug.

A smile blooms across her face. “Look who it is.”

The warming fondness in her voice forms a knot in your chest. Your arms wrap tightly around her, that hard weight in your gut practically shivering in her presence. It gives you an immense pulse of cold satisfaction. You no longer fear death, not when it wears such a kind face, but it’s good to know the curse fears to be unmade.

“Death.”

Her arms are strong and comforting around you, so loving you remember weeping the first time she held you precisely like this. There’s a foolish second where you nearly whisper that you wish to go now. But Dream stands behind his sister, silent and alone, and you can’t. Not yet. For him, maybe never, or, at least, for however long this lasts.

Dream holds your gaze, a thousand questions and answers alive in those depths, and you smile faintly at him.

Death’s embrace loosens, but her hands settle on your arms, not quite letting go. “You look good. Better than last time.”

It’s a loaded statement. One that pins everyone’s attention squarely on you, barbing the room in unspoken tension. Death’s words can only ever be taken one way.

“Yeah, well, you know me,” you force out cheerily. “Rubber ball. I bounce back. Can I, uh, borrow you for a moment?”

Understanding creases Death’s face. “Of course.”

You shoot Corinthian a glance over your shoulder, nodding your head outside. He deciphers your silent message to meet him later, slanting his chin in response. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Corinthian strolls away without another word, whistling a short tune under his breath.

Dream’s stare bores into your head until Death leads you away and from anyone’s sight. The castle is so vast that you could spend an entire day exploring and only cover half of it. At best. You’ve tried.

“Is this about what happened with Destiny?”

Death’s question startles you from your thoughts, sending them scattering. A scowl carves into your face when you process her question.

“No.” Realising how defensive you sound, you shove your shoulders backwards, exhaling deep from your chest. “It’s… it’s actually about Destruction.”

Death traces her fingertips lightly over the pale marble wall while you walk. Her pitch doesn’t alter, and her strides don’t falter, but there’s a change. Death is old and powerful, and you can only guess what she’s thinking right now. “What about my brother?”

She’s carefully neutral, and that concerns you more.

“Has he… said anything to you? Recently?” you wonder awkwardly.

“He has not.”

It’s not an unkind response—she’s patient and gentle the same way she’s been since your first meeting, but…

“He’s just been… different. Lately.”

Or maybe Desire was right. You’re a leaf caught in a hurricane. The Endless don’t need you. You just so happen to be a constant in their endless existence. A stray they find amusing at best, an irritation at worst. Meddling with their affairs is stupid. What were you thinking?

“You love every unlovable thing that crosses your path, Wanderer,” Death says knowingly, slowing to a stop. Her dark eyes shine with compassion. “Sometimes I wonder if that’s your real curse.”

Won’t that be ironic?

Spotting your crestfallen expression, Death sighs softly. “But I will speak with my sibling. Thank you for informing me.”

You’re uncertain why such an awful, distinct sensation of dread suddenly curdles in your gut. “There’s a cause for worry, isn’t there?”

Death only says, “We’ll see.”

You haven’t realised the loop you’ve made until you find yourself back in the throne room. Dream sits perched on the stairs, his coat pooling like an ink stain around him. Lucienne is gone, too.

“Thank you,” you whisper to the Endless at your side. “Sorry I interrupted earlier.”

“Do not be,” Death dismisses lightly, a more humorous note entering her voice, “Though I believe a certain brother of mine is anxious to speak with you.”

Dream stands, waiting on his sister to guide her from his realm. Ever the gracious host.

“You’re leaving?” you blurt, aghast. “Already?”

Death brushes her hand across your cheek. “I have much to do. But you are always welcome in my lands.”

Except you don’t see her realm often. Usually, when you meet, it’s in the waking world. Diseases have been ravaging the world. Plagues are a truly horrid affair. Utterly relentless, always devastating.

“I’ll be seeing you, little brother,” Death says.

Dream dips his head low—a quiet display of affection and respect.

“Wanderer.”

With a wink in your direction, she’s gone with a rustle of wings. You breathe out, staring at the empty spot Death vacated.

“Three years, Wanderer.”

A shudder skitters down your spine. Each word tiptoes down your vertebrae one by one. You didn’t foresee Dream acknowledging the time apart at all, much less first.

“What?” You round to face him but avoid looking directly at him. Your cheery chuckle rings hollow. “Missed me? I missed you.”

God, you wish you didn’t. Not as much as you do. You suspect he sees right through your flippant words and straight into your heart. Tendons in Dream’s neck tighten, bunching and coiling beneath his pale skin. A fire scorches, but you’re not entirely sure what it means if anything. Something about how raw—downright undone—he appears for that split second rips clean through your heart.

And then it’s gone, all emotion wiped clean, as if it were never there. No more than a fleeting dream. The same collected, eternal being is all that’s left.

“My subjects are… fond of you,” he replies quietly, scratchy with— “It saddens them to have you away.”

His words reverberate through the space your bodies create.

“They’re my dearest friends, Dream,” you remind him, and every syllable resonates with naked sincerity and love. “Not a day goes by that I don’t miss them when I’m away. Or the Dreaming.”

Or you.

Dream comes closer. In between shadows and dreams that he considers his own. When you come face to face, that slight furrow once again creases the space between his brows.

“You are weary.”

You give him a slow, fond smile. “Forget about that. Sleep later. First, let’s go.”

“Where?”

Does it signify anything? That he asks to share in your adventure without a second thought? The formidable Dream King, the ruler of Nightmare realms, is here with you.

“To the Wanderer Island. To the library.” You shrug, digging your back heels in with purpose, half-turned already. “Everywhere. I’m home, and I want to enjoy it.”

“Home,” Dream repeats with a faint exhale, so quiet you almost miss it.

And as you spin to go, you could have sworn you catch a glimmer of a tiny smile on Dream’s face.

an: and the stage is set.

once again, sorry for an extra messy chapter. I'll be away (but around, checking in when I can) and enjoy dream/wanderer being pining idiots : D everything from the next part onwards is gonna be kermitjump.jpg

thoughts? ideas? theories? let me know, and thank you for reading!!!

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plethora-of-imagines · 1 year

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Endearments they Call You

Dream/Morpheus:

Little dreamer/little one, he would never admit to it but he does have a bit of a fixation on how you are so much "smaller" than him. He's a personification of a concept, anyone other than his siblings is "smaller" than him. But you're his special dreamer, one he aims to serve, please and protect more than any other.

My nightmare, he only dares call you this spontaneously once when you are angry on his behalf. The poor reaction you have at first teaches him not to call you this without a clear sign of affection. You're only human so it doesn't have the same fond connotations to you as it does him. Slowly you are growing to understand it is meant with love

Precious one, of course he calls you precious. It's practically your name in his mind.

Beloved, a more formal nickname that he uses in front of visitors to the realm or when he does not want to show the full extend of his adoration to others around you

Starlight, this nickname is from how you light up his life. He so often has stars in his eyes when he looks at you, what he considers to be a reflection of what he sees when he looks at you

Desire:

Sweetness, you are far too sweet. Always asking Desire what they want. How could they resist calling you what you are.

Pet, you’re a cherished pet to Desire. They are called Desire as that is their function, so it only makes sense to call their pet, pet.

My heart, it's a sappy nickname that Desire tries not to use too often. But you hold the metaphorical heart of theirs in your continued existence.

Kitten, you are their kitten, duh.

Corinthian:

Sweetheart, this nightmare may never have been made in the south but you still can't take the southern out of him. It's a classic nickname but not one exclusive to you.

Little morsel, its playful and one he only ever calls you. He wouldn't actually eat you up, but he loves to tease about doing so.

Daydream, saved for the most sentimental of moments. He's almost embarrassed when he lets it slip past his lips. The rarest one to hear from him. He could almost be called shy about it.

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

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solitaryearthperson · 8 months

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Cross My Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” you asked.

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

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

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

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

“Poisoning my mind,” you questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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roguelov · 9 months

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reader telling morpheus before him there was this one great person they met she was very tall and had curly short blonde hair and had a very calming voice she was like an angel you jokingly tell morpheus

he and matthew side eyeing each other like did you really sleep with the devil before him

Oh my god yesssssss and like adding on/changing this that maybe the reader has had multiple previous supernatural partners that fizzled out (maybe a short fling with the immortal Hob, a one night stand with Desire, a summer romance with Death, year long relationship with Calliope, and the longest relationship with Lucifer, and so forth) but no one knows they dated all these other people

Until Dream eventually hosts a family dinner with Hob (because he’s family) and when everyone shows up and your just shocked and embarrassed and it turns into the Spider-Man meme

“Wait,” Dream cut through everyone’s confusion. He turned towards you. “My dear, I’m sorry but can you clarify?”

You shuffled side to side, keeping your gaze down. “Well, uh, I … I dated -“

“We fucked Dream,” Desire smirked.

You clamped your mouth shut, feeling your ears burn.

Dream clenched his jaw. “Yes, I see that may be the case.”

Desire chuckled, “It’s not a maybe.”

“Desire, please.” Death strolled towards you and gently rubbed your back. She always knew how to calm you. “Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all adults … sort of.”

Hob stepped forward, “Right, there’s no hard feelings.”

You nodded.

Dream sighed, “Okay, yes, we can be civil.”

Hob smiled at you and teased, trying to make light of the awkward ordeal, “Unless there are others we need to know about?”

“Hob,” Dream warned.

“It’s okay,” you said, speaking up finally. “Well, there actually was two others. Calliope, a very kind woman who loved poetry -“

Dream’s eyes widened. You couldn’t be serious, could you?

“- and then there was Lucy.”

“Lucy?” Dream pressed.

“Oh, yes. Tall, blonde, and almost angelic to be honest.”

Everyone glanced at each other as the same thought crossed their mind: you dated Lucifer Morningstar.

#I like the idea of mortal with a gang of supernatural beings #also they just all adore you #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #desire of the endless #hob gadling #death of the endless #lucifer morningstar #anon #ask

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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[2K Followers 'Clue' Special]

Imagine Dream and Desire having a competition over who can make you part of their kingdom. - Part 2

[Part 1]

1100 words left.

You're about to read through the 'method' part of the article, when someone sits across from you. A rosy, sweet and spicy aroma hits your nostrils. Surprised and slightly annoyed at the disturbance, you look up.

It's strange. They're strange but not in the wrong way. Blond hair, red suit, heavy jewellery - they look out of place in a small cafe filled with university students drinking vegan chai lattes while swearing at engineering software. The stranger smiles and you doubt you’ve ever seen a more show-stopping person. There’s something unordinary about their features: they’re neither male nor female and yet both of them at the same time; the person across from you has the potential to be whatever you want to be.

"Do I know you?" you ask in a meek voice. Something about attractive people makes others lose their general certainty; their glamour is imposing.

"Most unfortunately, no," the stranger answers in a honeyed, alluring voice.

"Then, uhm, can I help you with something?" You’re nervous, although you’re not exactly sure why. Is it excitement? Fear? A strange, yet delicious concoction of these two?

"Yes, there is something you could help me with, dear.” The stranger leans towards you. “See, I'm not entirely sure I understand why someone like you sits alone in a dull place like this. Don't you think you deserve more, better?"

The suggestion flusters you. Unaware, you nervously rub your hands together. Feeling your cheeks flush, you can’t help but lower your gaze, which glazes over your laptop’s screen.

Then, another thing catches your attention. Your hands are nowhere near the keyboard and yet a sentence is being typed under your work-in-progress essay:

Is this truly what you’re dreaming of?

But then you blink and the message disappears, forever making you unsure whether you did see it. Perhaps it was only your imagination?

You look back up at your conversationalist. Suddenly, you have a gnawing sensation that something about them has changed as though their charm, a magical spell of glamour, has somehow dissipated in the recent seconds. They’re still unimaginably beautiful but not as alluring and charming as you had previously thought.

"Maybe we can get out of here?” they ask. “I'll buy you a drink and you'll tell me what you desire."

A second ago you would have agreed immediately but now… Now there’s a sense of scepticism inside you like a voice in the back of your head making you question your judgment.

"Actually, I'm a little busy today but tomorrow's alright."

1100 words left. Dream - 1, Desire - 0

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marvelsgirl616 · 24 days

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#tom sturridge icons #tom sturridge #dream the sandman #the sandman comics #the sandman icons #mason alexander park #desire #desire of the endless #the sandman netflix #dc characters #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus

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zoeschwyhart · 2 years

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And you have any idea what it was like?

Confined in a cage for over a century?

(my very first digital art piece, of course it had to be dream)

#morpheus #tom sturridge #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanart #the sandman fanart #the sandman netflix #neil gaiman #procreate #dream morpheus #desire #the endless #fanart #morpheus smut

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Sex With Desire Would Include

Pairing: Desire x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Notes: So sorry for not being very active. I have a bunch of work to do IRL, plus my ex gf has been telling lies about me to my friend, plus I got feelings for someone I can’t have. So life has been A LOT.

Requested by: “-TheGodOfDreams-” On Wattpad

Sex with Desire will leave you breathless and unable to move, making them smirk and coo at your exhausted form

It's a point of pride for them, fulfilling your every desire, plus even more. Bringing you more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your life.

They like to try out all sorts of kinks, mainly the ones that make you beg for them for hours on end.

Their hand wrapped in your hair to get you into any position that they want. Other hand over your mouth, fingers between your lips.

Or wrapped around your throat, loving the power they have over you.

Desire will fuck you deeply and intently, paying careful attention to your body language and the sounds you let out.

They enjoy playing around with your senses, blindfolding you while stimulating your body. Watching you shudder in arousal and anticipation, having to give Desire your trust

Games made everything more fun for Desire. Roleplay between you two was common, and they were always in the mood to challenge themself

Keeping track of how many times they could make you come in a single night, always excited to make a new record

They also love when you dress up for them in whatever risqué clothing they picked out. Watching you, those fabrics highlighting every bit of you that they find so beautiful.

The only thought in their mind was to remove those clothes, unwrap you like the lovely gift that you were. Holding you against them as they press kisses along your body.

Desire liked to tease you, either edging or overstimulating you with the same wide grin on their face. As long as you were writhing and pleading for them, Desire was satisfied.

As long as you knew that they were the only one that you desired, the only one who could make you feel as good as they did.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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Just a little NSFW For your waiting on my writing based on our Dear Desire, Ian ......

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How You Know When They Are Horny

Desire of the Endless

Desire being the personification of desires knew when you were in the mood when you were needy some were obvious and somewhere subtle but they knew.

the obvious was when they walk in on your pleasuring yourself your head tilted back and touching yourself doing soft needy moans of Desire's name over and over bucking slightly "mmm A-ahh" you would say after but you suddenly felt that presence.

"Oh, love don't stop on my account unless you want me to take over since you're calling my name so sexy and needy" with that they were by your side and slowly moved your hand away to take over and you melted quickly moaning and arching your back rolling your hips in time with their movement.

it would end with you begging Desire to cum because being the teasing endless they are they would stop touching you and would strip completely to thrust into you. you cry out in pleasure holding them close and gasping cutely and breathlessly when they hit the right spot inside you.

Once you Cum and feel them fill you up you would blush deeply and suddenly hide your face "dammit you keep walking in on me" "i know it's so nice~"

The ones that were subtle were when you sit on their lap while they are talking to their siblings like when you were invited to an endless dinner and you sat on their lap it was only a few seconds later that the other sibling would hear your loud cries of pleasure in another room. "I'm so happy we did have this in my realm" Dream deadpanned and Death covered her face. "they better clean up that room afterward," she complained.

But how would you know, Desire for being what they are it was hard to tell the most obvious for you would be when you come back to your home to find them on your bed head back and naked only thing covering them a bit was the covers draped over their privacy. and if anything else was obvious it was how they met your gaze and said in a low needy voice "you're going to fuck me or not" yes Desire would sometimes like you to be on top because it was just they were really horny.

what was the subtle? you figured it out by noticing the times when you don't see each other for long periods of time you would notice after a long moment that everyone around you was always horny and needy you talked to a customer at work just for them to stare at you with needy eyes and they shake their head walking away it clicked and after work, you would mumble "Desire you horny ass let me see you right now"

"of course~" you would hear them say in your head.

Ian wright

When Ian wright was working they could tell when you were horny. because every time when they were working or reprogramming Ziggy you would hug them from behind and kiss their neck softly. then you would start complimenting them "You know you look really good today love." or "baby your so smart I'm going out with the sexiest nerd on the planet." of course the biggest giveaway that made Ian turn around to cover your mouth when you mumbled a little too loudly for trying to be subtle "fuck me" you lick their hand when they cover your mouth.

they sigh and take your hand dragging you away all that can be heard was your giggles and Ian and your footsteps. once they were in a private office. you would be moaning and panting with need in a matter of seconds and Ian's haired was ruffled from you slipping your hands through it as you held them with your legs wrapped around their waist since they had you sitting on the edge of the desk with them thrusting into you in a quick pace whenever you moan they would scold you "if you keep being loud love I will stop fucking you" you tried to muffle your moans but when it doesn't work you bite their neck hard to which they hiss in pleasure and buck right into you. oh, Ian was a sweet nerd but they enjoyed some pain-like pleasure like this, it would drive them to pleasure you more

"I-Ian please don't stop" you would say against their ear but you were close it was amazing how quickly you would cum whenever Ian takes over. once you both reach your peak both would try and calm down before Ian glares at you "love you can't be distracting me from work not to mention in here what if someone heard us," they said looking at the door fixing themselves up quickly "then they know you do it well" you giggle and hugs them close. "so dinner tonight at my place" then kissed back "yes, of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Ian was one that would never show they are horny but you could tell whenever they start getting a little grumpy or slightly needy. they were always calling you. You were grinning. did you forget to mention Ian was a bottom whenever they were feeling horny?

well, they are since they were currently gripping the desk in their home office tightly moaning your name over and over as you pleasure them wrapping your arm around their waist and stroking them fast. "a-ahh y/n don't you dare stop" who was you to deny your lover so you don't you kept going until Ian cums hard spilling all over your hand and on the table. they were panting only to yelp suddenly when you smack their butt. "hmm perfect love~"

"y-yea okay"

Gren - Cowboy Bebop

Gren knew when you were horny by how erotic you got when you dance in public. they would watch you touch yourself a little longer or arch your back more than you needed.

when you moved forward to go on your knees leaning forward until your ass was in the air and looking directly at Gren who was looking at your eyes dark and clouded. you hear the wolf whistles and claps.

when the show is over you would be pinned to the wall suddenly by Gren who kissed you deeply which you responded to but soon after you would feel them nip your bottom lip to slip their tongue past your lips and dominate the kiss. they would slip their hands behind you and help you strip out of your clothing, before pinning you back against the wall where you would hear them say "jump" and you would listen immediately wrapping your legs around their waist and arms around their neck.

you moan loudly when they pleasured you "oh fuck G-Gren I needed you so much" Gren chuckles low "yes kitten I know by how you danced today just being in that position made me want to show you how proud I am of you."

you moan cutely "thank you daddy" you let out a pleased sigh when they hum their approval of the pet name. they buck into you hitting all the right places until you were pleading with them that you were close. "hmm hold it baby" you tried to hold it gripping their shoulder tight you could feel your thighs burning and soon they would whisper "good G/B go ahead" you cum hard and cry out their name loudly. you both were panting softly when a hard knock was heard.

"if you finish screwing my lead dancer Gren we need y/n again," Ana said amused when she heard Gren curse and helped you clean up. what made matters worse was Ana purposely waited there so when you walked out the room you look away blushing deeply while Gren didn't meet Ana's gaze gently scratching the back of their head.

You knew when Gren was horny because when you were practicing they would tell you what to do but soon enough their voice gets slightly lower and more seductive even "mm you always know how to twist your body the way I like it" you blush lightly and flipped slowly back and roll to your back where Gren was suddenly on top of you their hand wrapped around your neck as they leaned down close.

"I think I have to give you another lesson kitten are you ready for that?" "y-yes I am please give me a new lesson" you replied but blush darkly along with Gren when Ana's voice says out of nowhere "not on the stage floor your not get a room you two"

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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NSFW SANDMAN TWITTER PACK

ೃ⁀➷Morpheus/ Dream of the Endless

Morpheus is a passionate one, always taking his time with you and your body, which would glisten with the first peaks of morning...

With the Dreaming glowing behind you, him benath you and showing all the passion and love he felt for you through his kisses, Morpheus looked up at you as if you were the one who made the sky shine brightly. Maybe it was true, the Dreaming was him and he never felt as blessed and horny... And your moans and the sound of kissing were only the proof that all the dreamers would have happy dreams, since the maker of them was happy with his love laying beside him.

You have been needy all day, everything he did only drove you mad. The way his huge and boney hands layed on the surface of the book he was reading, or how he was currently resting it over your thigh, occasionally rubbing it up and down which made a patheatic whine coming out of your mouth, widening your eyes in embarrassment when he caught it and smirked knowingly while closing his book. "Have I neglected you so much that you crave just my fingers, beloved? Don't worry, I shall take care of my Queen and make her crave my cock for weeks after I'll be done with her..."

He knew how you always wanted to please him, even though it was too much for your body to handle his stamina. So in return of your care and love, he gave you one of the many best nights ever, kissed your shoulders, cheeks and held you until you slept, protecting you even in your sleep.

ೃ⁀➷Hob Gadling

Seeing your lover with his usual teaching attire was a huge turn on for you... Fortunately both him and you had a time off before he went to his class. And if a student asked about the stupid grin on his face, he didn't mention anything... and about your panties in his pocket.

"You can be as loud as you want to be, baby... No one is here to hear you, and I will take advantage of it, fuck you in every single corner of this college until all you will remember is how my cock made you feel and I swear to God, I won't stop until your legs will be shaking so bad that people will see you here with me the next morning, all wet and full with me..."

ೃ⁀➷Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer knew how teasing you were, always having a hand on a lord of Hell, always listening to them, showing kindness and making them think that they could actually have you. She was the ruler of them all, of course she knew what they thought... She also knew how to show them you belongt to her and how the only way they would see you bare before them was through her pleasuring you..

Lucifer wasn't used to being taken care of, after all she much preferred to serve you like the Queen you were. But how could she refuse your begging eyes and your soft voice pleading to her to let you love and cherish her? The way your soft lips kissed hers, her trying everything in her powers to not her hunger consume both you and her, she closed her eyes in bliss when you slid down to her throat and rocked against her... Maybe she could still feel Heaven, as long as she had you.

"OH MY GOD!" "You dare to think about him when I'm fucking you? Is that not enough, little one?" Lucifer was possesive, jealous and maybe a little bit scared to loose you. The mention of him felt like a bitter taste on her tounge and she was determined to make you forget everything about and related to him, her new goal setting a fire inside her that wrecked both you and her.

It was known that Lucifer was a show-off, especially about you, their beautiful Queen. And what's the best way to do that, except giving the Lords a first view while you tried to cover your most private parts?

ೃ⁀➷The Corinthian

Corinthian never imagined you to last this long, without breaking apart or him just not finding killing you in himself after so many nights spent together. He didn't understand why he suddenly started to feel fond of you, he loathed your kind. They were stupid morons who didn't understand the value in anything, they killed without care and they destroy everything good in life but... Not you. You helped him, stayed even after learning what he was and what he does, you stayed even after you told him that you would wait for him when he kissed you hard and fucked you... He never in his life felt this much confusion and heart ache before so, he put all of his frustration and anger into fucking you good, absolutely wrecking you until you only knew his name.

He just looked so good, and handsome. Were you really to blame to have jumped on him as soon as you saw him?( male!reader)

ೃ⁀➷Desire of The Endless

Desire liked to be seen as a dom but... they were nothing but a whiny mess while clutching the pillows beneath them while you fingered them in rhytm with your strocks over their cock. Screaming your name for all the universe to hear.

It all started with a cocky "Your face would look better between my legs." from them but oh boy, they weren't ready for what was about to come.

#morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #sandman imagines #sandman x reader #hob gadling x reader #hob gadling imagines #corinthian x reader #corinthian imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #desire x reader #desire of the endless

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lis-likes-fics · 7 months

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Red Thoughts

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

"Stop squirming."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you feel that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a sigh, you nodded.

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

"Dawn."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Please," you begged.

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

"Anything," you moaned.

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

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

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

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

"Please," you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded quickly, "Please."

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

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

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

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

"Yes," you begged.

"What is your word?"

"Dawn."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dee," you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're so perfect for me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your legs were weak at the thought.

"Oh, boy," you sighed.

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