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🎃 A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Chapter One

A Truth Universally Acknowledged: It has long been established that you don’t like Dream of the Endless, and he doesn’t like you. Unfortunately, fate has decided to stick you both in a glass cage for a century. Who's throat will be torn out first? Yours? Or Dreams.

Warnings: Reader and Morpheus do not get along, Maga is latin for witch.

To Note: Morpheus x WitchFem!Reader.

Prompt: Role Reversal

Word Count: ~7.7k

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It was a truth universally acknowledge that should one mortify a pride, forgiveness would not so easily be obtained. So how were you ever expected to truthfully forgive someone who had not just mortified your pride, but trampled on it until there were permanent stains and tears in it. Nothing would sew your pride back together, and nothing would remove the stain of insult rendered upon your being. The season of 1815 had not just rendered you mortified, it had shattered your pride. It had started out as an average season, as an immortal witch you’d decided to spend that year in London to enjoy the frivolity of the marriage mart.

Now, on all accounts by no means were you looking to be married… what sane mortal would willingly wed a witch? But you did enjoy the social aspects of the English balls and liked to dress up in fancy clothing. You certainly had the fortune to do so after living for so many centuries. So you had gone to the modiste and ordered several dresses for the season, and had even splurged on a few new jewelry pieces for your collection to have as a memoire of this time. You’d lingered at the fringes of the first couple of balls, but were slowly mingling further and further into the ton.

At some point you had made a friend out of one of the bachelors searching for a wife. It had been clear that neither of your were particularly romantically interested (which was better for you int he long term) and had taken to meeting up every ball to gossip and preen over outfit choices and who had committed a faux pax over luncheon. It was pure fun for you and Henry was certainly getting your experience in searching for a new wife. You had pointed out a potential match you thought would suit the young man quite nicely when you caught sight of an omen. Well it was less of an omen and more of an irritant.

The Dream Lord had no reason to be in the Waking Realm, it was your turf, and just like you respected his realm, it was only right the he respected yours. For what reason had he come to London when you were there? Nothing good, that you were sure of. So you headed for the parchment table full of lemonade for surely it wouldn’t be nearly as sour as the conversation you were sure to have with him should your paths cross.

Grasping the skirt of your dress to keep it out of your way, you glided across the room with clear intentions to parch your throat. The train of your silk dress trailed behind you in a soft bed of blue flowers carefully stitched into the tulle overlay. Carefully grabbing a glass of lemonade you took a sip as Lady Camden joined your side.

“Lady Bell,” She greeted you, using your alias. You nodded to her with a dip of your chin in greeting.

“Lady Camden, a pleasure to see you tonight, I noticed the Lord Richards was quite taken with you while you were on the floor. Do I suspect a match in your near future?” You replied with a tease in your voice. Her eyes sparkled and she fanned herself with her gossamer and feather fan.

“I surely hope so,” She softly giggled, her doe-like eyes flittering over to where Lord Richards was speaking with a few other eligible men. Ah to be mortal and in love… what you would give to feel that fleeting emotion once more.

“I am confident he shall do so, for he would be a fool to do otherwise.” You stated, taking another sip of your lemonade. You and Lady Camden made more merry conversation while you blatantly ignored the dark and brooding menace lingering in the fringes of the ballroom. It was only when the band started up music once more that you placed your glass down and looked to the dance floor. The next set of dancers were due and perhaps someone would invite you. Your hand was indeed asked for a dance and you happily accepted.

You danced line with the other woman, exchanging partners a few times and all around enjoyed yourself immensely… but on the next partner change you found yourself spun into his arms. You nearly smacked his hands away from your body when he caught you but managed to safe face purely because you had a good reputation among the ton and planned remaining in England for the next several years. They wouldn’t take well to you smacking the Dream Lord senseless on the dance floor. So you grit your teeth and forced yourself to remain calm.

“My lord,” You greeted, barely covering the tinge of hostility within your voice. “To what do I owe this pleasure of your visit?”

Lightning crackled within his stardust gaze.

“Presumptuous of you to assume that I am in attendance purely for your leisure,” His lip curled just the slightest and your eye twitched in return.

“Then what, pray tell, brings you to such an event as this? I am sure you are far too busy with your duties to indulge in the leisures of man.”

“One could ask you the same, Lady Bell,” Dream rebutted. “Surely such whimsical mortal activities are below the standings of a prominent witch such as yourself.” Oh that was an insult if you ever heard one. You didn’t bother maintaining pleasantries with the Dream Lord any further and cut to the point.

“Why are you here?” You boldly questioned. Suffice to say you didn’t directly ask why he was there being a nuisance to your festivities. You did hold some self-preservation in regards to pushing his temperament. Annoyance flashed through his blue eyes.

“A wayward nightmare, presumptuous of you to assume that I am here for you.” Oh the complete audacity of him to assume that you wished for his presence! You could count on one hand the number of times you willingly sought his presence let alone wanted it. None of those times had been your own desire, but out of necessity.

“The audacity of you to insinuate that I would ever desire your despicable and repugnant presence! I would rather lose my magic than willingly spend time with you, you loathsome cad.” You hissed at him, your eyes flashing with the color of your magic. Morpheus’ hackles rose at your audacity to speak to him as such and immediately fired back at you.

“You dare to speak to me in such tone and disrespect Maga!?” Dream growled at you. The floor beneath your slippers shivered and groaned as the music was interrupted by the argument between you and the Dream Lord. You and he were causing a scene. Jerking back from the menace of the Endless, you glared heavily at him.

“I simply dare to speak my thoughts when you have called for such words as clearly you have infringed upon my life in a way that I do not care for!” A lady should never raise her voice, but your mind was so wrapped up in anger and despite that all call for decorum and manners went out the window. “I have been nothing but respectful towards you, my lord, yet you cannot afford to do the same in return?”

“My respect is offered to those who have earned it and you and your promiscuous ways have far exceeded my limit.” You blanched at his words as gasped echoed within the ballroom. “You are a harlot pretending to be a hare. Sharp tongued and wicked.” Just like a snap of a fan, Dream had just reduced your hard earned reputation to ashes and all for what? Your words of truth?

“You are the most deplorable and depraved being I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, my lord,” You spoke with an even voice despite the trembles that now wracked through your body. “I hope you rot in hell,” Further dramatic gasps went around the room at your harsh words. But at this point you had no care because he had just ruined everything. Grabbing at the skirts of your dress, you gave Dream one last murderous glare and fled the ballroom before the talk could start.

Why did he always have to ruin everything.

Your pride was still very much ruined even after a century had gone by. Oh yes, your pride was ruined and your hatred for the Dream Lord still burned like the great Sirius. You hadn’t crossed paths with the Endless’ since that fateful night in 1815, and you were glad so. You probably would hurl a flaming ball of plasma at his stupid pretty face the moment you caught sight of him. Not even his one act of kindness during the witch trials could stop the burning hatred you felt within your heart. He might have saved you from burning at the stake, but now you held nothing but contempt for him.

You huffed to yourself and shifted where you sat, chains ratting as your arms moved. It was by sheer luck that Roderick Burgess had managed to get his hands on the grimoire that held the spell to bind you. A downright miracle that he had performed the ritual correctly to actually keep you in place. So stuck down in the bowels of Fawny Rig and sapped of your power due to his siphoning, you had plenty of time to contemplate past memories. You had no idea why that particular one of Dream humiliating you and mortifying your pride stuck out.

You hadn’t come face to face with him since that day, and while you did occasionally like to cause disturbances for him (because you were vindictive at times), you hadn’t really thought about in since the turn of the new century. You’d been too busy with new witch magic and the search for ancient grimoires. Now you were locked up in a basement with plenty of time to think about your past.

Roderick Burgess was a greedy man.

It wasn’t enough that he repeatedly stole your magic from you, no, he was taking it all every time you recharged in hopes that he could resurrect his son Randall. Resurrection was not possible. You had told him that straight to his face and earned a backhanded slap from the elder mortal. That had been the last time you reminded him of the truth. It was easier to just repeat the rules of magic and avoid mentioning resurrection all together. Tugging on the shackle around your left wrist, you chewed on your lip as your raw skin ached and burned.

The old metal had cut your skin and then dug in to your broken flesh, leaving behind half broken scabs and trails of dried blood. You had suffered worse during the witch trials, but you disliked the discomfort of your current ailments. You were immortal, not invincible or impervious to death. Speaking of Death she was actually quite a nice friend to have, unlike her brother. Your face soured at the thought of him once more and you crossed your arms over your gathered knees to rest your chin on them.

Repugnant man. His face was cloudy in your mind, hatred had blinded you to him so much you couldn’t exactly remember what it was like to glare into the face of that Endless. Heartless cretian. The iron gates creaked as your captor strode into your confined solitude… but he wasn’t alone this time. No, he was followed by his acolyte all robed and covered. While the acolytes began drawing in the sandy dirt floor with red chalk and light candles, you eyed Burgess.

“What more power do you wish for? Is it not enough that you drain my magic? Are you that desperate for your son?” You questioned the man with a sneer on your lip. “You are grasping at the straws of an empty barrel.”

Rather than take the biting words spilling from your mouth, Burgess lashed out. The back of his hand cracked across your cheek. Pain blinded you for a brief moment as you tumbled to the side, your unwashed and messy hair falling into your face. You spit out a mouthful of blood and touched your throbbing lip. Split. A chuckle passed through your lips.

“Testy today, are we?” You giggled darkly, eyeing the mortal through your curtain of hair. He gave you a look in warning. The next hit would knock you out. So you kept you mouth shut as you maneuvered your body back into a sitting position. Content to see Burgess fail for what seemed to be the thousandth time, you leaned back against the steel column you were chained to. They were still getting ready so you took to nudging the dirt beneath your feet around with your big toe.

It wasn’t particular interesting to watch them until they began drawing sigils you recognized. Straightening up in your seat, you stared at the crimson markings in puzzlement because how could Burgess know of these markings? Your eyes flickered back to him and you saw an old book within his hands. Grimoire. How had he gotten his hands on such a book!? Grimoires were sacred tomes that a witch would die before allowing into the hands of a mere mortal! You wanted to demand him where he had gotten such a book, but knew that you would get no answer from him. You’d get smacks though.

Licking the blood that bloomed from where your lip had split, your eyes turned scrutinous. Just because he was drawing correct sigils, did not necessarily mean he knew what he was doing or was doing it correctly. But the longer you watched, the more concerned you grew, while you didn’t recognize this particular combination of sigils, everything else was frighteningly correct. You could make out a few binding sigils, so he planned on binding something other than yourself (you pitied the being caught by the amateur). But there were also summoning markings.

“Summoning,” You murmured to yourself, brow furrowing as you struggle to figure out who Burgess could possibly want to summon after getting nowhere with you. The mortal didn’t spare you a glance, but he had heard your murmur. Of course you’d recognize what he was doing.

“Yes, since you are so resistant to aiding me in my wants—”

“Which are entirely impossible,” You interjected before earning a glare from him. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ’continue?’.

“—I shall summon and bind another being that will help.” You snorted and rolled your eyes because what creature would ever help such a greedy mortal like him? Desire perhaps? No. You might not have met them, but even they had standards. Roderick Burgess fell far below that line. Far, far, below. So you slumped back and closed your eyes, they were going to have to wait for nightfall for whatever summoning they were going to two as the moon boosted summoning magic. You wanted to be ready for whatever hell Burgess unleashed upon himself.

The gods were punishing you. That was the only explanation. Why else would Burgess’ botched summoning circle summing the one being in all of creation that you despised the most? Punishing or laughing, you were unceremoniously dragged from your seat to be locked up in some fancy globe that was currently being welded shut with you and Dream in it. It was downright laughable! Burger seemed smug enough about it though, he was confident that Dream would give him what he wanted.

He wouldn’t, and the mortal would soon find out. If the stupid, deplorable, loathsome, Endless would just wake up already!!

You didn’t know exactly what kind of magic it took to summon an Endless, but it sure did take a lot out of Dream. He’d been out since arriving and had yet to wake. You also didn’t know how powerful he’d be without his tools. A faux pas on his part you took great glee in knowing. And yet, if he was out of power just like you… how were you going to get out? You’d consider that later, right now you were just concentrated on glaring at the lingering man responsible for your situation.

He had regretted binding you upon learning of your unwillingness to cooperate. He was going to be in for a rude awakening when Dream woke up and gave him his ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude. Leaning back against the thick cold glass, your eyes trailed along the freshly welded seams of the cage. How want Burgess going to siphon your magic with you locked up like this? The mortal in question, almost as if hearing your thoughts, strode up to the hanging cage and stared at you with a glare. Your eyebrow twitched in challenge.

“No need to worry about our little sessions, witch,” He told you, his blue eyed tight and heavy. “I can still take your magic with you in that cage.” You were tempted to mouth off on him since he could smack you around anymore, but between your split lip and mood sullied at your future trapped with him, you chose to remain silent. Crossing your arms against your chest, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. If there was anything you learned about Burgess, it was that he hated being ignored.

He eventually left when the glass cage was completed and the workers all trickled out, only two guards remaining behind. To watch you and Dream you suppose… but exactly where were you going to go? Your stomach rumbled and a new worry emerged. Being immortal didn’t mean that you didn’t need to eat. It wouldn’t kill you to starve but you weren’t exactly excited about the idea. The 1500s had been hard enough, you didn’t ever want to get that thin again. You sighed and reminded yourself that you had gotten through tougher times once more.

“Think of all the spells you can curse him with when you get out,” You whispered to yourself, trying to distract yourself from reality. While you were mindlessly flickering through memories of your travels over the centuries, the Endless you were crammed in the cage with began to regain consciousness. He didn’t move, not even a muscle but the minuscule amount of magic you had recharged since your last draining altered you to his alertness.

Narrowing your gaze, you glared at the naked Endless (you were guilty of appreciating his beautiful body for about five seconds before you remembered that you hated him) and waited for his eyes to open. When they did, you cursed him for having such beautiful eyelashes. You, of course, were he first thing he saw and the Endless could have sworn he was hallucinating you after such a long period of not having to deal with you and your annoyances. But then you blinked, scowled deeper at him, and curled your lip.

“Welcome to Fawny Rig.”

Dream hadn’t uttered a single word or sound since waking up in the glass cage with you. Hadn’t answered to Burgess’ demands when the mortal had come to make them. Hadn’t commented when Burgess turned to you and taunted you with freedom, you had just rolled your eyes and looked the other way. Now you were nodding off, so he followed you. You had been on his mind on and off over the last century, the incident in 1815 notwithstanding. Your anger and rage at the Endless was still palpable ever after all these years.

He suppose he deserved your anger, but he believed that nothing he had said that night was wrong. He did see you as promiscuous as you were close with many and at times flirty, and your tongue was sharp and wicked. No one else in all of creation clashed with him like you did, not even his sibling Desire. It was infuriating. Materializing in your dream, Dream was surprised to find himself in a familiar place. The same estate in which you and he had your explosive encounter in 1815. What had caused your consciousness to think of this?

Him, most likely, but the Endless wasn’t smart enough to think of that.

It wasn’t hard for Morpheus to track you down, you were the only one existing other than he within your dreams. So walking the corridors, he happened upon a back balcony where you were standing. Your back was to him and face turned upward, gazing at the luminous full moon overhead.

“Is it not enough that now I must see your face every day?” You grumpily complained, not bothering to look at him. Dream’s eye twitched at your words because was he not Dream of the Endless. It was by his powerthat you had the ability to dream in the first place!

“I see that your tongue is still just as wild as the last night I reluctantly spent in your presence, Maga.” You shot a glare over your shoulder, eyes connecting with thunderous blue.

“And I see that you are still a loathsome creature without an ounce of compassion or dignity!” You hissed at him, eyes flashing. “Or do you take pleasure in ruining a woman’s hard earned reputation in front of an audience?”

“I spoke nothing but the truth,” Dream spoke to you, his chin lifting while his eyes glittered with anger. Insolence and insult from you yet again.

“Yes, the truth of how you see me!” You snapped at him. “But have you considered how your insidious words might affect me in the long term? I had a life in England until you ruined it! You are nothing but a big bully who throws words around when you don’t get your way!”

Now that really made Dream angry, but you didn’t remain in place to experience his blow up. It had been far too long since you had been able to dream like this and you just wanted to rest. He called your name but you just ignored him. Surely he would understand that you just wanted to be left alone. At the very least the irate Endless could indeed feel that you wanted to be left alone… but his curiosity of how you ended up in that decrepit basement. So he followed silently behind you as you made your way to a bedroom in the large estate. Lingering in the doorway, Dream stared at your back in distaste, trying to remember why he disliked you in the first place. He couldn’t remember.

He walked over to the foot of the bed and glared at you further, thinking back to the first time he had met you. Surely something within his memories would trigger the reason for his great dislike for you. He found no immediate memory, just those of your torture at the hands of the witch trials and saving you, the brief visits you had within his realm, and— Dream was distracted by wounds dotting your wrists. Eyes sharpening on the wounds, Dream’s eyes followed the signs of restraint. They were far from new and were in varying stages of healing. Then his eyes found the lingering blood on your chin and lip. Someone had struck you. Who would dare to strike a witch of your caliber and standing? Roderick Burgess no doubt, he had no shortage of gall and greed.

Your guards figured out early on that you and Dream did not like each other. You two squabbled with your eyes and facial expressions, well you mouthed off to him in a one sided conversation for Dream never said a word… but you appeared to understand each and every twitch of facial muscle the Endless made. It was rather impressive and yet, Burgess got nothing he demanded from Dream. He still got his power from you, yes, he never failed to siphon that… but get Dream to obey his demands? Absolutely not.

After your last shouting match you had purposefully squirmed yourself around so you were cramped against the glass with your back to the Endless. You were refusing to look at him and the Endless refused to acknowledge your presence. Gods the Endless annoyed you to the core! Why did you have to be trapped in this stupid cage with him, it was driving you insane!! You growled under your breath and slumped further against Dream’s hard shoulder. Superficial arsehole.

The years had come and go, and after nearly a decade of being trapped with him, your digs at each other had slowly ebbed. Boredom, of course, was on the forefront. But you spent a lot of time with what little magic Burgess left you with maintaining your body so you didn’t waste away to a skeleton. You had already lost a decent amount of weight, your hipbones were pronounced and the vertebrae of your spine were all very prominent. Even Dream found your state uncomfortable to look at, but with you constantly presenting your back in refusal to look at him he had nothing else to look at. You were counting the number of times the guard threw a ball against the side of the stone wall when Roderick came down for his monthly siphoning.

The elderly man, not having aged a day since summoning Dream, strode into the room and settled his eyes on you. You were back to being a sullen and pouting wench, subdued by your current predicament. But he knew that at the drop of a hat you’d turn into a fiery hellcat and spit crude insults at any who dared to gaze upon you. Your wicked side was merely laying in wait, slumbering. Burgess prepared himself for siphoning your magic, muttering the incantation beneath his breath for he had memorized it by now. With the spell activated, he walked to the edge of the summoning circle and stared at you.

Your shoulder jerked a little as the meager amount of magic you had regained flowed out of your body and to the mock wizard. Grunting as the strain of over siphoning made your limbs twitch you hunched in place and struggled to grasp at what magic you could keep for yourself. Not much, regretfully. Your fingers clenched against the skin of your chest, for the pain you felt there was not new to you but still just as uncomfortable as it was the first time he’d stolen your magic.When the last few embers of your magic floated free from your soul and traveled into Burgess’ chest, you let out a strained wheeze and slumped in a weak ball against the glass. How did you have any magic left to give now? Your weakness was making it hard for your body to recuperate the magic lost.

As you lay limp as a rag doll with labored breaths, trembling ever so slightly, Burgess turned his gaze to Dream. He had a deal for the Endless, surely Dream would be happier without you there to snarl and argue with him.

“I have a deal for you, Dream,” He spoke, cold eyes observing the Endless. He was sitting with his ankles crossed and arms hanging over his knees. He hadn’t moved from that spot in decades despite you squirming around next to him. Dream couldn’t help but raise his eyes to the mortal. What would he try to bargain with this time? “I will let the witch go, if you bring back my son.” Dream almost laughed at Burgess’ words. He’d release you if he brought his son back? That wasn’t happening, it would never happen. Even if Dream could bring his son back. A brief look of disgust flickered across Dream’s face and that was all the answer the mortal needed.

The Endless would let you rot next to him rather than do anything to help Burgess.

“You are positively the worst,” Your voice croaked from where you had your forehead pressed against cool glass. “I hope you know that Dream. The. Worst.” He’d take that over you getting a win in any day.

Something in the air had changed. It was a palpable feeling you’d woken up to this morning and it had kept you on edge since. Your boney back had leaned heavily into Dream’s shoulder as you looked upwards at the eaves overhead. Something was off. Something didn’t belong. You just didn’t know what. The dust that floated in the air vibrated with a different frequency, one that wasn’t of this world. If only you weren’t so weak you could have pinpointed out what it was! Despite your uncertainty of what was going on, you decided to voice your thoughts since the guards post was empty.

“Something has changed.” Your words brought Dream out of his internal thoughts. His eyes opened and he stared ahead at the empty guards table. Nothing appeared to be different, but your senses had always been exceptional. Even with you in a weakened state. He said nothing, of course, but silently acknowledged your words. Now on alert, Dream scanned the empty basement slowly. Nothing was out of place. The something fluttering at the gate to the room caught his attention.

Like a beacon of light, Jessamy wormed her way through an opening in the wrought iron and perched on it, heading cocking side to side as she examined her Lord and Master in his glass cage. Of course she also noticed you laying limp next to him, but her concentration was on her master. The raven fluttered into the room and swooped up to the cage, banging herself and beak against thick glass to break it. Hope combined with happiness filled Dream’s face as he rose to his feet. You simply rolled your head to look up at Jessamy, glad that someone knew you were down in this decrepit basement.

Hope was beginning to bloom in your chest, for you hadn’t been this close to freedom since capture. But just as soon as that swelling feeling grew within your bosom it came crashing down. There was a loud crack that shattered Jessamy’s attempts to break the glass and before you knew it black and red was splattered against the cage. You gasped with a stricken sound catching in your throat. Oh gods, Jessamy… Alex Burgess was standing several paces behind with a gun raised. Your eyes burned because while you might have a particular distaste for her master, she was a good acquaintance. Now she was gone.

You watched as Dream slowly lowered himself back to the floor of the cage, unaltered shock plastered on his features. It was like he was still trying to process what had just happened. But his eyes… Oh you could see the tears quickly gathering and something within you cracked. Burgess came bursting into the room in a fit of rage, shouting at his son for potentially breaking the glass that kept you and Dream trapped. But you were entirely focused on Dream. You’d never seen him cry, you didn’t even think it was possible for an Endless to cry. But the devastation on his face wasn’t a fluke or a trick of the light, tears were flooding his lashes and his nose was beginning to run.

Even the great Dream of the Endless was capable of ugly crying? You were moving before you even realized what you were doing.

Boney arms reaching for the Endless, you pulled him to you and tucked his face away from prying eyes. Your fingers absentmindedly found themselves stroking his midnight hair while you began murmuring several death rites for Jessamy. She had been an exceptional companion to Dream and clearly the Endless had cared for her. She hadn’t deserved to be killed in such a way. Mid rites, you felt Dream shift within your arms and thought that he might lash out at you for daring to touch him so intimately… but rather than do as expected he leaned into your embrace in a slump.

You nearly started crying yourself the moment you felt his tears drip onto your skin. He’d never been this vulnerable in front of you before. No, you were sure that he’d never been this vulnerable ever. You ought to be happy to be experiencing something so rare, or even happy that he was hurting after all the social destruction he’d caused you… but all you could feel was pain in your heart because it had only come because of a death. The basement which had always been cold, damp, and dark, was now a tomb marred with blood and death. You found that you hated the way Dream trembled within your arms, and for each tear he shed, your hatred for the Burgess’ grew.

Burgess’ death had ben anticlimactic and incredibly disappointing. You had wanted him to burn for thousands of years for the pain and anguish he had caused Dream, and for his imprisonment of you. He’d gotten off far too easily dying from just a head injury. He deserved so much worse. So much worse. It was your only hope that he had ended up in hell where he belonged. You would have looked on the bright side if Alex hadn’t decided on taking over his fathers job siphoning your magic.

He feared that you’d grow to powerful if left unchecked.

Your lack of magic was beginning to seriously take a toll on your body. Without a steady source of magic to supplement the nutritional intake you’d normally have, your body was taking muscle and fat from you. If Dream thought seeing the vertebrate more pronounced was disturbing, it was nothing compared to your entire spinal column. That’s why you’d gone back to sitting side by side with him, to hide just how depleted your body was becoming after over a decade of imprisonment. You often rested your head on his shoulder when fatigue overtook you and were lucky that t he Endless allowed such a thing. With tiredness ruling within your mind and body, you decided to close your eyes for just a moment to rest them.

The grounds of the witch trials greeted your eyes, and a sharp tingle of fear ran up your spine for but a moment. Even after two centuries had gone by, the memories of your experience at the hands of the crazed people and witch hunters still haunted you. You still had the brand of the christian cross upon your shoulder. The old mark burned in memory and your rubbed your shoulder as it ached. Sometimes when the memories were strong enough you could swear you smelled the scent of your flesh burning as the red hot iron cross was pressed into your flesh. Your eye twitched.

Why were you having this dream? Why were you remembering these horrors now?

Refusing to look at the gallows where the noose swung ominously, you turned in the direction of your old home. After crossing the ocean on a colony ship, you’d taken to assisting the local doctor. Many colonists fell sick after making the voyage and you had faithfully tended to and nursed them back to health. You had given the Salem community nothing but kindness and what had you gotten in return? The witch trials. The people you had come to care for and love, had turned on you in a blink of an eye.

Technically speaking, you were a witch. But never in all your years of living had you ever considered using your magic to do harm. Why would you wish to uproot and ruin the happy life you had? Nonetheless you had been branded a witch (literally), and set to hang with the other ‘guilty’. You were the only witch in Salem.

You found yourself in your small home, everything exactly as you remembered. Your basket of medical supplies sat by the door, the hearth with its pot hanging above waiting to be used for dinner, your bed. You touched the threadbare blanket. It was just as scratchy as you remembered, but it had kept you warm. Your hand went to the rough fabric of the waistcoat you wore. You’d forgotten how hot it was to wear the full outfit. So you began stripping yourself of the thick materials, your waistcoat going first, then your dress. Now just standing in your simple shift, you let your hair down from its tightly pinned position and shook it out.

“Can’t say I enjoyed the rigid customs but life was quite peaceful for a time,” You mused to yourself, exiting your old home and heading to the nearby river. On Saturdays the women of Salem always did the laundry for the week and during the summer months it was nice to cool off in the water. This dream was making you feel hot and a nice cool down with a dip in the river sounded nice. Your feet followed the path to the river on automatic, even after over two hundred years you still knew it like the back of your hand.

The river was cold. It always had been. But it was a nice break from the heat you felt. The ends of your shift were rapidly soaked and pressed against your skin as you sloshed further into the river. It was funny how even the rocks at the bottom of the crystal water still looked exactly the same. Walking until you were waist deep, you shifted a few stone not he river bottom with your foot. It was strange that you were in a dream. Dream had been locked in a subdued and moroseful state that hadn’t changed since Jessamy’s death. You hadn’t had a dream since then, so why were you having one now?

“Best not to question and simply enjoy,” You stated pragmatically before dunking yourself beneath the water. Floating for a few moments beneath the chilly water, you let yourself relax and just stay hunched in place. The current were you were was fairly weak so you didn’t have to use much effort staying in one place. Standing back up, you pushed your hand over your wet hair. While you were observing the fading sun on the horizon, the dream around you shuddered for a moment. Then the sun disappeared and the entire dream darkened to nightmare.

Your head swirled to the land behind you which the disturbance had originated, and you saw a thunderous looking Dream standing behind you. What had gotten his knickers in a twist? This was your dream, what could you possibly dream of that would make him so upset?

“Dream, you’re disturbing the peace,” You quietly announced, attempting a soft pointer given his rather fragile state. His glowing eyes flickered for a few moments, then faded back to starry blue and the dream returned to its normal. As the summer heat returned, you observed the being closer to figure out what had caused him to go all ‘Endless’ on you in a dream. He still looked enraged, barely containing it behind his pretty blue eyes, his jaw locked, even his fists were clenched. “Dream?” You prompted him again, hugging your arms around your body because you were as good as naked in front of him and unlike he, you did care about people seeing your naked body.

His lashes flickered and eyes narrowed.

“You never spoke of bodily harm,” His voice came out rasping and deep, echoing the emotional turmoil you could feel and see. What was he talking about? Your apparent confusion to his words only made the Endless scowl at you. “The mark upon your shoulder, Maga,” He growled darkly, stepping closer to the rivers edge. “You never spoke of them hurting you.”

Your mind went blank as you processed his words. He was… angry that you’d been hurt? Well he wasn’t just angry at this point. He was enraged at the idea. Your face screwed up some and you half turned in place so your neck wasn’t screeching at you for the unnatural strain you were causing it.

“There was no need. You stopped my hanging, what more did you need to know past that?” You questioned, still very confused about why he would be so upset by the mark of an injury that had happened over two hundred years ago. It had long since healed. For some reason Dream got angrier at your words. Once more he took more steps, closing in on the river. “You didn’t even need to stop them from hanging me in the first place. Why would I tell you about them branding me?”

Dream’s eye twitched as he furiously questioned in his mind why you hadn’t informed him of what the morals had done to you.

“They hurt you,” He reiterated, stressing out the word hurt like it would explain his reasoning to be upsetto you. It did not, but you didn’t want to pick a fight with him when you had been on such cordial terms with him.

“It was over two centuries ago, Dream,” You answered him, resting your hands against your chest and looking own at your fingers. You remembered how bloody they had been after being beaten by the towns people. “I’ve long since put that in my past.”

It seemed that no matter what you told the Endless, he was still very upset over the fact that you had been hurt in the witch trials... so you decided to shift the conversation because the breeze was making you chilled.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Dream, would you please turn around?” You asked, looking down at your wet body. The white shift was still very much see-through. Dream titled his head to the side, his face telling you that he didn’t understand why you were asking for such a thing. “My shift is wet and very much see though at the moment.”

Dream didn’t understand why you should ever feel the need to be self conscious over your naked body but did as you asked. When his back was to you, you sloshed your way back towards the rivers edge. Once there, you carefully stepped towards the path leading back to your home. However, Dream heard you heading away from him and promptly turned around.

“You asked me to turn around and then design to sneak off?” He questioned, eyes boring into your back and lingering on the branded cross on your shoulder. You froze in step.

“I am in my shift that is currently see through, Dream,” You reminded him stiffly. “I’m not in presentable attire to be speaking with you at the moment. If you wish to continue conversation you are going to have to wait until I am dressed accordingly.”

Dream, while having innumerous patience, simply could not find the ability to be so at the moment and strode up to you, coat in hand. He dropped it around your shoulders and continued walking towards your home.

“We will be finishing this conversation whether or not you believe yourself to be in presentable clothing.” He stated, striding confidently ahead. You stared agape at his back, fingers clutching the star laden coat around your shoulders. Finishing this conversation? You still didn’t understand why he was so upset over a brand you’d gotten two hundred years prior, but followed him nonetheless.

It was nice to just talk with Dream of the Endless, rather than fight.

Holding up a facade of okay health had taken every bit of your concentration. What magic that ran thorough your blood now went entirely to preserving your life the best it could. You stopped counting the years after fifty. It was pointless as Alex was so fearful of what Dream would do should he let the Endless out, that there was zero hope of you getting out of your cage. So you just stuck to developing a non aggressive relationship with Dream, and it was… nice. More than nice actually. You got to see the other side of the Endless you hadn’t seen before.

It had to have been a century by the time Alexander Burgess made his last visit to the decrepit basement of Fawny Rig. He was old, frail, and nothing like the youthful boy who had murdered Jessamy. You knew he’d spent most of his life tormented by the knowledge that you and Dream sat in this cage in the basement of his home. A bitter satisfaction came from that knowledge, and yet, you couldn’t help but pity the man for being so weak. Overshadowed by his older brother to the very end. A fitting ending for the Burgess lineage.

As Alex spoke his last word and sat back down in his wheelchair, Paul began to push him away from the cage. Less than a second went by and you felt a massive ripple of power run through you. You jerked where you sat, holding in the gasp that wanted to crawl from your throat, and looked at Paul. He was looking back at you, and then at the ground. Following his gaze, your eyes widened when you spotted the clear break in the circle binding both you and Dream in place. Gods above. Your eyes didn’t shift back to Paul’s as he wheeled Alex out. A broken circle meant that Dream had a grasp on his power, a broken circle meant that you could use your own magic outside of your body!

A tremble began in your body as you forced yourself to remain calm and silent. Nearly 110 years of captivity and freedom was within your grasp because of Paul? You knew that Dream could also feel the change in your captivity, the muscles you could feel against your body had gone rigid the moment the circle had been broken. He knew he had his chance and without a doubt would be taking it. Hunching in a ball, you began murmuring all the incantations for low level teleportation magic. You didn’t know if you had enough magic to complete even an entry level spell, but you’d take which ever spell got you out of this place.

While you were concentrating, you felt the sands of Endless magic caressing your skin. Then gunshots and yelling, glass shattering, one of your spells activated and your eyes flickered open in triumph. Fingers clasped tightly together, the last you saw of Fawny Rig was unconscious guards and the glowing aura of a seething Endless. You’d never seen him so angry, so enraged. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and your mind echoed one thought and one thought only: run.

Date Published: 10/5/23

Last Edit: 10/5/23

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #lord morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream the endless #sandman x reader

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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist!

Here are all of the things that I have written for Kinktober 2023. I am following these prompts from @flightlessangelwings and @the-purity-pen! Of course, these are all extremely explicit, so please heed the warnings, and if you are a minor, please do not interact. Happy Kinktober to all of the sluts, whores, and degenerates!

(Dividers are by the absolutely lovely @saradika)

Day 1: Love Marks (featuring Matt Murdock)

Day 2: Public (featuring Miguel O'Hara)

Day 3: Monster AU (featuring Din Djarin)

Day 4: Thigh Riding (featuring Joel Miller)

Day 5: Threesome (featuring Santiago Garcia and Frankie Morales)

Day 6: Bondage (featuring Miguel O'Hara)

Day 7: Soft and Slow (featuring Javier Peña)

Day 8: Rough Sex (featuring Matt Murdock)

Day 9: Pegging (featuring Poe Dameron)

Day 10: Stripping (featuring Steven Grant)

Day 11: Seduction (featuring Joel Miller)

Day 12: Formal Wear (featuring Agent Whiskey)

Day 13: Anonymous Sex (featuring Joel Miller)

Day 14: Nipple Play (featuring Matt Murdock)

Day 15: Size Kink (featuring Frankie Morales)

Day 16: Role-Reversal (featuring Steven Grant)

Day 17: Praise Kink (featuring Miguel O'Hara)

Day 18: Squirting + Dacryphilia (featuring Din Djarin)

Day 19: Voyeurism (featuring Marc Spector and Steven Grant)

Day 20: Corruption (featuring Joel Miller)

Day 21: Hate Sex (featuring Javier Peña)

Day 22: Voice Kink (featuring Matt Murdock)

Day 23: Dirty Talk (featuring Santiago Garcia)

Day 24: Edging (featuring Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley)

Day 25: Mirror Sex (featuring Miguel O'Hara)

Day 26: Face Sitting (featuring Marc Spector)

Day 28: Intercrural Sex (featuring Joel Miller)

(rip to days 27, 29, 30, and 31 i tried but i failed u)

#shannon's kinktober 2023

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lynnzelds · 8 months

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resident evil kinktober 2023 masterlist

sup. it's lynn here, challenging myself to write a lil smut thingy everyday. although i have a gut feeling some of these will turn into longer oneshots. i plan on writing mainly leon kennedy x reader although i'll occasionally branch out and write a different character.

kinktober prompt list can be found here.

(disclaimer: this list is subject to change.)

love bites - re2r leon kennedy x gn!reader

knife play - re4r leon kennedy x f!reader

69 - luis serra x f!reader

thigh riding - re4r leon kennedy x afab!reader

table sex - death island leon kennedy x reader

sexting/phone sex - post re2r leon kennedy x reader

slow and soft - jill valentine x reader

cockwarming - soft dom!re2r leon kennedy x reader

pegging - sub!re2r leon kennedy x reader

stripping - vendetta leon kennedy x reader

degradation - vendetta leon kennedy x reader

gun play - re4r leon kennedy x reader

being recorded - re2r leon kennedy x reader

tit/nipple play - re4r leon kennedy x reader

against a wall - re4r leon kennedy x reader

role reversal - re2r leon kennedy x reader

praise kink - vendetta leon kennedy x reader

masturbation - re4r leon kennedy x reader

hand job - re2r leon kennedy x reader

corruption - re2r leon kennedy x reader

hate sex - re4r leon kennedy x reader

virginity - re4r leon kennedy x reader

dirty talk - vendetta leon kennedy x reader

edging - re2r leon kennedy x reader

mirror sex - re2r leon kennedy x reader

face sitting - death island leon kennedy x reader

food play - re2r leon kennedy x reader

blowjobs - re4r leon kennedy x reader

fingering - re4r leon kennedy x reader

cunnilingus - jill valentine x reader

FREE SPACE - tbd :3

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #smut #x reader #leon kennedy #jill valentine #luis serra #resident evil #fawktober2023

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moons-dunes · 8 months

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🌘Moons-Dunes Kinktober 2023🌒

A/N: This is my first time doing Kinktober! All of these are going to be Moon Knight related because I’m a slut for them. Each fic will have its own set of warnings, tags, etc.

Interaction is appreciated!

Minors DNI please, this is an 18+ event! For everyone else; please properly read the warnings. All of my fics are x female!reader. I’m aware that some of these prompts aren’t for everyone, and that’s totally okay. Don’t like? Don’t read.

Masterlist below:

2nd- Bathtub Sex with Marc Spector

4th- Praise Kink + Mommy Kink with Steven Grant

6th- Edging + Overstim with Jake Lockley

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8th- Mirror Sex with Marc Spector

10th- Suit + Mask Kink with Steven Grant

12th- Car Sex with Jake Lockley

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14th- Body Worship + Marking/Biting with Marc Spector

16th- Tabletop with Steven Grant

18th- Lap Dance/ Striptease with Jake Lockley

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20th- Facefucking with Marc Spector

22nd- Brat Taming with Steven Grant

24th- Role Reversal with Jake Lockley

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Event cut short, explanation here

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon boys #moon knight smut #Marc Spector smut #Steven grant smut #jake lockley smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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STVHARRNGTON’S MASTERLIST

* indicates smut 18+, ^ indicates angst

SERIES

a lesson in romantics (teacher!steve au) (COMPLETE)

EVENTS

1k celebration

kinktober 2023

FICS

three or four times ^ (enemies to lovers)

forgiveness *^

goner *

caramel ^ caramel ii *

bruised and bloody ^ (best friends to lovers)

lover’s lake *

roles reversed * (sub!steve)

the cabin * the cabin ii * the cabin iii *(sub!steve)

relief *

and when the rain came ^ (best friends to lovers)

using a vibrator on steve * (sub!steve)

i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you ^ (best friends to lovers)

welcome home * (sub!steve)

all my love (bisexual!reader)

my girl (dad!steve, mom!reader)

sweet dreams *

catch me when i fall

dizzy *

bathroom break * (old money!steve)

steve comforts you about your new job (burnt out!reader)

steve makes you feel pretty * (insecure!reader)

you just got out of the hospital *

fuck about it * closer *

PROMPTS

“i promise I’ll be good” and “y-you’re not…. w-wearing anything under that are you” *

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” *

“use your tongue” *

“can you feel what your doing to me” and “each of my thoughts about you are improper” *

“oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view” *

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” *

“if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning” and “you’re naked aren’t you” *

“we’re…. just friends” and “friends don’t do this kind of shit” *

“you can get louder, can’t you?” and “if you want to cum you better beg” *

“this feels dirty.” “that’s because it is” and “what has you so excited?” *

“open your mouth” *

“did you touch yourself whilst i was gone” and “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” *

“what are we?” and “you know what we are. you just want to hear me say it.” (best friends to lovers)

HEADCANONS/BLURBS

all found here

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #steve harrington x reader #i finally fucking caved and made a masterlist #nothing fancy but here u go!#stvharrngton.masterlist #k.txt

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 🎃💦 ∘₊✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟚 ✧₊∘

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Control, Lingerie, Role Reversal

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ A Sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

| PAIRING(s): sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4k | CONTENT: dom/sub dynamics, reversal of dom/sub roles, a hint of feral!Joel, implication/threat of SA with clear language around it | SYNOPSIS: You've had a terrible day, and your nightcap at the Tipsy Bison is the last nail in the coffin. When Joel is overcome with frustration at his lack of ability to play protector, you offer up a novel proposal to calm both of you.

Today had been absolute shit. You were paired with Phillip for patrol so Tommy could drag Joel on some bullshit task, and you’d grown so spoiled by your usual pairing that being assigned with someone else felt especially unbearable. The hours had dragged on, and you didn’t even have the luxury of seeing Joel when you got back becausse he and Tommy hadn’t completed their route yet.

So naturally you meandered your way to the Tipsy Bison for a nice whiskey dinner to cap off the day. At least a double pour could dilute the more rotten aspects of the past 14 or so hours. You sip on the smoky amber liquid and sigh at the burn as it slips down your throat. You see Phillip in your periphery and thank any deity listening when he doesn’t attempt to make any small talk.

You’re about halfway through your drink when you feel an unfamiliar body sidle up way too close for comfort. You turn to see a face you vaguely recognize but can’t readily place. It’s certainly not anyone that has any business getting this crowded into your personal space. You immediately cringe into yourself and scoot as far as you can against the bar.

“Fuck off,” you bite with a rough shove to the stranger’s midsection.

For being so visibly inebriated, he lacked the playful warmth in his lazy grin that most pickled patrons sported. He sloppily grabbed at your wrist but had no luck in catching hold of it. “Now s’that any way to talk to the guy thas’gonna get your next round?”

“Not interested,” you snip.

“S’alright, I like it when they put up a lil fight,” he slurs with a suggestive wink.

He slings a heavy arm around your back and crushes you against the bartop. Just when you’re about to slam the heel of your palm up into his nose, you hear Phillip pipe up somewhere beside you.

“She said she’s not interested,” he says with surprising firmness.

“The fuck’re you?” the drunk stranger challenges as he turns on Phillip.

Phillip stands up to full height, but it doesn’t clear the stranger’s shoulders. You use the distraction to push against him and free yourself from the cage of his arms. He stumbles slightly at your force.

“Get lost before I see to it that Seth kicks you out,” Phillip warns him. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

The drunk stranger raises his hands in mock surrender with a taunting oohhhhhh for good measure. He lumbers to the side but does thankfully back off. “S’not worth the effort anyway,” he sniffs derisively. “Prolly a shitty lay.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. He takes one last look at you and snorts before taking several oafish steps in the opposite direction. You turn your attention to Phillip and shoot him a shy, grateful smile.

“Hey, thanks. You didn’t have to get in the middle of that.”

He shrugs and looks over his shoulder to make sure your disruptor was actually leaving you be. Satisfied that he appeared to have gotten the message to steer clear, Phillip gives you a quick appraising glance. “Yeah, of course. You alright?”

You nod and give him a friendly clap on the shoulder. “Yeah, thanks. Probably my cue to leave soon. Kinda rowdy tonight. Had a rough enough day already – don’t need to add any other struggles,” you huff out a laugh.

Phillip shoots you a confused look, and you want to kick yourself. You’d spent most of the day with him, and he probably wasn’t aware of the immense chore it was to be in such close proximity to him for so many consecutive hours. It wasn’t his fault he was such a buzzkill.

“Period cramps,” you blurt out in an effort to downplay your thoughtless remark. You rub your lower stomach theatrically for emphasis.

Phillip pulls a face and nods. “Oh yeah. Sucks. Um. Okay, I’ll just, uh, let you get back to it,” he mumbles. He gives you a commiserating nod and turns on his heel.

You decide at this point the day can only be remedied with unconsciousness. You throw back the rest of your drink, shrug your jacket on, and head out the door. It’s a relatively short walk to your house, and the promise of sleep puts a zip in your step. The cool night air doesn’t nip too harshly at your skin with the alcohol heating your blood.

You only make a couple of turns before a stack of crates tumbles down in front of you. You jump back in surprise and catch yourself against the wall of a main street building.

“Well if this isn’t Lil Miss Prudes,” the drunk stranger scorns.

You don’t pay him any mind and step around the crates.

“Yah got me cut off, ya know!” he snaps when his previous comment doesn’t raise your hackles.

“You got yourself cut off. Handsy drunk morons aren’t the best for business,” you lob back at him.

“S’real typical,” he clips out nastily. “Won’t put out. Gets guys tossed out. Dumb’n stupid bitch.”

Going head to head with drunk men wasn’t a favorite pastime, but something about putting this jackass in his place felt good after the day you’d had.

“Won’t put out? Is that something you even need to worry about with your whiskey dick?” you taunt. “You couldn’t get hard right now if you tried. Typical big talk from a limp dicked loser.”

The drunk stranger didn’t take kindly to this line of insult. His face twisted into an angry, combative sneer. Probably wasn’t the first time he’d gotten too wasted to perform, and you’d managed to pick at a very deep-seated insecurity. He tripped over the crates as he lunged for you, but he still managed to grab you with disarming accuracy. Before you could finagle an escape,the back of your jacket was flipped over your head and pinned under your chin, effectively rendering your senses dampened and your arms incapacitated.

“Hey!” your muffled shriek comes out through the fabric of your jacket. You kick in the general area of the stranger’s kneecaps but don’t land on anything. You both tumble to the ground in a heap. You land on top of him and push backwards in an attempt to free yourself from the jacket turned restraint. He uses his weight to his advantage and rolls on top of you, pinning you to the ground.

He grinds his hips into you even though there’s no appendage of his with enough bloodflow to give him anything close to gratification. “Might take a minute to get hard for a slut like you, but I bet I can find somethin’ else to shove in yah in the meantime.”

You start to thrash in earnest as you realize this guy is more of a threat than you initially thought. It’s not every day somebody drunkenly attacks you and implies they’re going to violently penetrate you with something. You’d been in worse situations – even before the outbreak – but it was far from ideal at the moment. You just hope he’s too drunk to locate an object and coordinate his movements enough to wield it. You yank a leg out from under him and start kicking as hard as you can.

He yelps in surprise, too distracted in his search of something to shove into you until his dick can get hard enough to take over, and lifts off you just enough for you to push yourself apart. You shove your jacket back to its rightful lay and make to run. He snatches your ankle and pulls you down again. His putrid breath clouds your face as he slams himself on top of you.

You wiggle your knees up to your chest and grab onto his wrists before holding them in place and kicking up into his chest and face as fast and hard as you can. You’re able to suck in the first full breath of air in minutes when the entirety of his weight is lifted off you in one fell swoop. Your heart is beating so loud in your ears you didn’t hear either of the Miller brothers make their approach, and thankfully it seemed that the drunken assailant hadn’t heard them either.

Tommy is beside you in a flash, helping you up from the ground and giving you a quick once over. He’s rushing to make sure you’re alright before turning his attention back to Joel and the drunken stranger, and he doesn’t need to explain why for you to understand.

Joel is making short work of pulverizing your attacker’s face, and Tommy has to physically wrench Joel from the barrage of fists and knees and elbows he’s relentlessly doling out. Tommy smacks him across the face after several moments of unsuccessful attempts at calming him down enough to listen. Joel stills and bores his eyes into Tommy. His chest heaves up and down. His fists are clenched at his sides. His nostrils flare with each heavy pull of air.

Tommy says something about staying put until he gets back. He lopes off in the direction you’d just come from. Joel locks eyes with you and stomps over.

“Did he fuckin’ hurt you?” he demands. His hands are everywhere, lifting your arms, your hair, moving your neck to the side. Inspecting you for injuries. His hands cup your face as he crouches down to your height. “I SAID DID HE DO ANYTHIN’? ANSWER ME, BABY,” he practically shouts.

You shake your head and feel a wave of nausea come over you. The adrenaline hits you like a ton of bricks. Threats from men were a dime a dozen, but something about the sequence of events from today had converged into a strange place of feeling genuinely rattled. The grip and rub of Joel’s palms over your biceps brought you back into something calmer.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes in half relief, half agitation. He pulls you into the expanse of his chest and hugs you close. You sink into him and grab onto whatever of him you can. You’re practically curled into him when Tommy returns with a few faces you recognize from patrol.

He glances curiously between the two of you but seems to decide now wasn’t the time or place to say anything that he was thinking. You push Joel past the men at Tommy’s insistence that he walk you home. You knew it was due to the fact that Joel would gladly resume his own brand of street justice if given the opportunity.

He still seems amped up by the time you make it to your house. His jaw muscles twitch as he clenches them too tight. His teeth grit together in a nauseating sound. You note the reddened, angry blotches gracing his knuckles where he’d slammed his fist into your drunken assailant’s face. The memory of it makes you feel warm between the legs. You knew he was capable of physical dominance, but the setting of Jackson made it all the more glaring to witness.

“Joel,” you say softly. “I’m okay. It’s alright. Nothing happened.”

He turns to face you and pins you with a look of remorse and anger. “You think I give a shit that nothin’ worse happened to you? What about us takin’ care of each other? Not doin’ a fuckin’ decent job of that, am I?” he huffs. He kicks the leg of the kitchen chair out of frustration and drops his hands onto his hips. He glares at the ground, no doubt beating himself up over something he had zero control over.

His discomposure in this moment reminds you so much of the first day you dragged him into your home and took the responsibility of decision making off his shoulders. There was something different about it this time, though. Something you felt exhausted enough to lean into.

“So take care of me, then,” you suggest.

His head whips your direction with a look of confusion.

“Show me what it’s like to have Joel Miller take care of you,” you propose.

He takes a deep breath and swallows. “You sure you mean that?” he levels at you.

You nod, slow but firm. “Yeah. I do,” you assert.

He’s on you in a second, freeing you of your jacket and shirt. He swings you over his shoulder and marches off to the bedroom. He’s careful to plop you gently onto the bed but is much less smooth in his movements as he removes the rest of your clothing. It’s an odd thing, being bare in front of his fully clothed form, but you feel shrouded in a calm anticipation.

He clambers onto the bed and wastes no time laying hot, wet kisses on your neck and chest. You gasp at the sudden contact and lift your body to meet his mouth. He squeezes at your breasts, eager fingers caressing and pinching at your nipples. You squirm and whimper at his large hands effortlessly covering so much of you. He suckles a nipple into his mouth and nibbles at the hardened peak. You jerk at the sharp bite of his teeth just as he switches sides.

He captures a nipple between his teeth and slides his jaw side to side, a delightfully abrasive sting, before licking and soothing the spot he’d just smarted. You can hardly keep up with the whiplash of sensory input. Your mind already feels like mush. Next thing you know, your legs are flailing in the air. Joel has snatched up your pliant body and dragged your pussy right to his mouth. You’re curled up in a slump against him as he pins your hips against his chest, the plush of your ass securely situated against his collarbones. A large arm clamps around the bottom of your torso to hold you in place while he begins devouring you.

Your hands grasp wildly for something to hold on to, but Joel snatches them into a hold behind your back. His hand easily keeps your crossed wrists in place against your lower back, and it only serves as more leverage for him to hoist you up into his mouth. The angle is awkward and strange, but you soon find yourself not caring about the mangled bend of your body as Joel’s mouth works over your cunt so expertly.

The carte blanche permission to tangle you up and take you apart clicked some cogs and wheels together in Joel’s brain because he’s never immersed himself like this with such reckless abandon and hunger. The riptide of his want lapped at the jut of your ankle before engulfing your legs and swallowing you whole, pulling you under into the restless sea of his want for you.

The liquid snap of something electric curls around your spine moments before you come with a bellowing shriek of surprise and agonizing relief. Your body slinks down like the roll of a ball over a curb as Joel releases his hold on you. Your eyes are blurred with wet, but the way he deftly flips you onto your stomach would’ve been surprising all the same even with proper vision. A jerk of your hips towards him has you instinctively raising yourself up onto your knees and forearms.

His arms are between your legs and extending his hands to grip around and hold onto the backs of your thighs. He’s shoving his mouth onto you once again, and your legs are shaking with overstimulation. When you start to wiggle away for a moment of reprieve, his only response is a muted growl from where he eats into you. He shimmies his knees on top of your calves and pins you in place.

“Joel!” you squeal in surprise.

“Not goin’ anywhere ‘til I say,” is the only gruff reply he gives. His grip releases from the back of one thigh and snakes a band across your lower back, pushing you downward into the mattress. He’s always been bigger than you, but you haven’t truly appreciated just how much bigger until this moment.

He maneuvers his other hand from your thigh and skirts it around and out of the gap between your legs, only to plunge a thick digit into your weeping cunt. You jolt at the penetration but don’t have very far to go to with how he’s got you confined into whatever position he sees fit.

“Ain’t runnin’ from me,” he grunts. “Know you can take what I’ve got to give ya.”

You whine in defeat, accepting the part you’ve agreed to play in this give and take.

You slouch a little into the mattress, and Joel commends your shift in inclination. “Now was that so hard, sweetheart?”

You moan at the acrid teasing. He slips a second finger into you and tongues your ass. Snippets of “gonna ruin you” and “tight little thing” ebbing and flowing as Joel works your second orgasm out of you. You shudder at the amorphous clutch Joel has on you and your pleasure in this fragment of time.

You flop onto the bed, face down. A collapsed anima splintering into your own chasm of euphoria. Your body tingles and heats with a detached twist somewhere between the prominence of your ribcage. You hear the vague sound of a belt clinking and clothing dropping to the floor. Your climax has barely begun to pulse away when Joel is lifting your hips and notching himself at your entrance. A weak moan slips past your lips.

“Ssshhh, I got you. Gonna give you what you need.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as he pushes into you, each inch stretching and prickling and pinching until you part enough to take the entirety of him. He lets out a low sigh when he bottoms out. The press of his chest against your back as he slowly ruts in and out of you gives the feeling of being surrounded and swallowed by a weighted cloud.

His breath fogs hot and heavy as he pants into your hair. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good.” He sounds pained as he rams into you. You reach a trembling hand behind you and run your fingers through his sweaty scalp, eliciting a heady groan from him. It's thick and sweet, the melody you wish to have as your interlining.

“It’s so good,” you breathe. “It’s fee–it feels so good. You feel so good.” Your words string together, loose and lazy.

Joel rolls you onto your back and presses his forehead against yours. “Wanna see you when I’m ruinin’ you.”

Your eyes flutter open as he presses your thighs against your chest. The weight of his own chest against your shins pushes you further into yourself.

“Keep your eyes on me. Want you lookin’ right here,” he commands.

He sinks himself into you and thrusts with all the force of his pent up frustration and self-flagellation. Your breath punches out of your lungs each time drives his cock to the hilt. Your thoughts are a filtered gauze of delirium where nothing but Joel registers. His hand grips your jaw and gives it a rousing shake.

“Right here,” he orders firmly.

You hear yourself mumbling a whiny appeal to your diligent efforts of keeping your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. A guttural moan rips through your chest when he slams into the deepest parts of you. Your arms flop to your sides as you surrender to the sweet relief of his ownership.

”Joel,” you whimper feebly. You sing a pitiful thread of nothingness as he delves into the furthest pitch of your cunt.

“You’re my little ragdoll, huh? Takin’ this cock got you all limp,” he grunts and hisses. “My little fucktoy.”

He laughs when your pussy twitches in approval. “Like me wreckin’ this cunt. Bossin’ me around, not even knowin’ how bad you needed Daddy to break you.”

Time is a syrupy, nebulous static as your next orgasm bubbles and boils up in your lower belly. Joel must feel your looming climax because he swirls a pressured pad of a finger against your clit and sends you spiraling. Your head lolls back as you float in the bliss of it.

Your legs splay apart, limp and heavy, and Joel drives himself into you with exponentially harder and deeper thrusts. “Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna be drippin’ me,” he says in a hoarse rush.

Apparently displeased with your lack of response to his punishing drives, Joel takes the flat of his hand and smacks it against your clit. The wet of your mixed arousal makes the sting all the more sharp. You cry out, and Joel’s bared teeth and sweaty brow look down on you when your eyes snap open. His mouth twitches into a self-satisfied smirk.

“Oh, you fuckin’ liked that, didn’t’ya?” he pants in a laugh. He swats harder and more precisely, and your body lurches upward like a string is pulling at your chest from the ceiling above. “You gonna come again? Huh? Gonna– FUCK! Urghh —gonna fuckin’ come with Daddy slappin’ your fuckin’ cunt?”

Your eyes pinch with tears that begin spilling over onto your cheeks. You nod, frenzied and untethered to anything that isn’t Joel.

“Fuck yeah, you are,” he groans. “Gonna—fuckin’—slap it—outta yah.” Each word is punctuated with a heavy snap of his hips into you.

The collision of flesh mixes with the wet gurgle of your fluids smearing and pooling on and between your bodies. Joel delivers a hard swat, a knife’s edge biting at your overworked, overstimulated clit, with the bark of an order to come, and it’s no longer than the word leaves his lips that you’re clenching around him so hard your stomach muscles pull like they’re strained.

The scratch of his beard against your face as he slumps against you rouses you enough to realize he’s moaning and panting into your ear as he rides out his own pleasure. You droop an arm around his neck, trying as best you can to hold him, to keep him close to you.

You call his name, call him near to you, closer closer closer. Never close enough. Not wanting to float alone in this shadowy blur of heaven he’s transported you to. Never wanting to be anywhere that he isn’t also.

He grapples at your flesh to pull you impossibly close. Closer closer closer. Never close enough.

You rest in the alcove of his arms, the cradle of his safety, and give yourself permission to just be. Joel pulls out of you with a hiss and slumps down again.

“Christ,” he mutters to himself.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” you agree with a muted giggle.

He breathes a laugh through his nose as he nuzzles it against your tear stained cheek. “You doin’ okay? Wasn’t too much, was it?”

The soft lilt of concern in his voice set your chest ablaze with something possessive and wanton. “It was… perfect. It felt fucking perfect,” you sigh dreamily.

He hums in agreement and rubs slow circles along your shoulder. “Never seen you get like that,” he notes, contemplative.

“Could say the exact same for you, Joel Miller,” you scoff playfully. Your voice is thick with drowsiness and satisfaction.

You both shake with gentle, easy laughter.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warn. You press a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he chuckles.

Thank you thank you thank you to everyone showing sub!Joel so much love. I hope this switch from the usual dynamic still scratches that itch.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

tagging

@jupiter-soups @patti7dc @covetyou @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @xdaddysprincessxx @raccoonhandedhottie @123passwort @planet-marz1 @chaotic-mystery @ilovef1ct1onalmen @thatcultbabe-99 @pedrodascal @seekkrilldestroy @lilipads @yrbxdyisnxthing @ievutebebe @morning-star-joy @ghoulettesinspace @party-hearses @morallyinept @iamasaddie

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2023 Prompts

Thank you all for voting!! It's now time to announce the prompts for Codywanweek 2023!

We have two sets of prompts for writing and art, which are divided into multiple categories: AU, Broad, and Specific (and NSFW for the writing prompts this year). We'd appreciate it you use the art prompts for art and fic prompts for fics (this is easier for the eventual masterlists asjhfsdg)! But podfics, gifsets and everything else you can imagine are all welcome too!

There is a plain text version for screenreaders here. (Edited this post so it works in everyone's blog theme as well)

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Writing Prompts

The Blue* prompts are the most voted for overall!

Day/---/AU/--------------------/Broad

Rebel AU/------------------/Jedi/Sith artifact/temple

Tatooine Husbands*/------/Little Brothers

Arranged Marriage/-------/Only One Bed*

Force Sensitive Cody*/---/"This isn't what I signed up for"

Sith AU/--------------------/Established Relationship

Modern AU/----------------/Undercover*

Timeline Shenanigans*/---/Dancing

Day/---/Specific/---------------------/NSFW

Cody with a lightsaber*/--------/Bondage

Trading Weapons/---------------/Fuck or Die

Growing Old Together/----------/Dirty Talk

Secret Relationship/------------/Dom/Sub

Battle Couple*/------------------/First Time

Flimsiwork and Tea/-------------/Force Sex

Rako Hardeen/Faked Death/---/SPICY

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Art Prompts

The Blue* prompts are the most voted for overall!

Day---AU

Ancient Greece/Rome/Egypt

Tatooine Husbands*

Dancer/Musician/Theater AU

Historical (Edwardian/Victorian/Medieval/Prohibition era)*

Role Reversal

Prince/Knight*

Creatures/Hunters

Day/---/Broad----------------/Specific

Sleeping/--------------/Forehead Touch/Keldabe Kiss*

Wings/-----------------/Formal Wear

Stars/Sun*/-----------/BAMF Cody/Obi

Light and Dark/-------/Flimsiwork and Tea

Hands/----------------/Sitting Vigil/Injury*

Lightsabers/----------/Wearing a Dress/Skirt

Armour*/--------------/Force Bond

#codywan #codywan event #codywanweek 2023 #codywanweek2023 #cww2023 #cww 2023 #codywanweek #codywan week #star wars events

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hanleiacelebration · 10 months

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Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2023

Han/Leia Appreciation Week is an event originally hosted at @han-leia-solo between 2016-2019. Last year, and with their permission, we decided to host it at @hanleiacelebration!

Since Beth Revis' "The Princess and the Scoundrel" was released on August 16th, 2022, we thought it'd be fun to mark the date as the anniversary of Han and Leia's wedding 🥰 And since this year is also the 40th anniversary of "Return of the Jedi", you'll see prompts related to both of those things!

💗 How does the Han/Leia Appreciation Week work?

The event will run from August 13th to August 19th, and there will be two different prompts each day that creators can fulfill with: fanfic, fanart, gifsets, graphics, fanvids, headcanons, crafts, playlists, rec lists. You’re encouraged to tag your posts with #hanleiaweek2023 so we can reblog them! After the week is over, we'll also share a masterlist with links to the works.

You can show your appreciation in many ways; however, please keep in mind that it has to be a creation of yours of some sort, e.g. don’t repost other people’s fanart, gifs, or unedited pictures. Rec lists should include a link to the original source both for fanfic and fanart (more on this after the cut).

💫 The prompts

Sunday 8/13: Anniversary / Memory

Monday 8/14: Endor / Reunion

Tuesday 8/15: Rescue / Vision

Wednesday 8/16: Favourite scene / Quote

Thursday 8/17: Battle couple / Millennium Falcon

Friday 8/18: AU / Canon divergence

Saturday 8/19: Free day!

You can use only one of the daily prompts, combine both, reinterpret them, or skip the day if you can’t think of anything. If you’re not able to post on the same day for a prompt, you’re still encouraged to share it through the week—just don’t post works for a certain prompt before the day corresponding to that prompt.

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FAQs and Rules under the cut - please read!

💗 Can I post my work to another site and share the link on Tumblr?

Yes! This is a good option for people who might want to create explicit art that could be taken down on Tumblr, write a long fic or multichapter, or make videos or playlists.

💗 Does it have to be a new creation? Can I finish and post a WIP?

It has to be something that has never been posted anywhere else before, so finishing and sharing a WIP is okay! If it doesn’t fit any of the prompts, you can share it on Free Day.

💗 Is this event open to all ratings?

Yes! Just remember to use a “Read more” cut if you’re posting the whole work on Tumblr, and to add a note at the top if your work is rated Mature or Explicit, as well as if it has any major trigger warnings, so all folks can safely browse through the entries.

💗 Are there any length or quality requirements?

There’s no min. or max. length for fanfic or quality level for art, but please note that AI-generated works won't be accepted. For gifsets, there’s a minimum of two gifs (that must be made by you!). For playlists, there’s a minimum of five songs. For rec lists of fic or fanart, there’s also a minimum of five recs. Some more questions you might have about rec lists:

- How do I share someone else's art without posting a picture? You might post a thumbnail that crops a preview of the piece; if the piece has a title, you might use that; you might describe it; or you might say something like “this piece by [artist]”, and link to the source.

- What if I found a fanart on Google? Try to find the original source using reverse search image.

- What if I can’t still find it, can I just say “credit to the artist”? In that case, please just don’t share the piece.

- What if I know the artist but don’t have a link to the original source? Naming the artist and linking back to where you found it is okay, in that case.

💗 Is the event based on "The Princess and the Scoundrel"?

Not really! That's just an excuse to celebrate Han/Leia 😊 You don’t need to include or acknowledge it in any way in your creations, although you’re welcome to.

💗 Can I write for canon/Legends and include other pairings?

All canons, time periods, headcanons and AUs are welcome, and you're allowed to include side pairings, except for R*eylo. However, keep in mind that this is a Han/Leia appreciation week - at the risk of sounding repetitive, works should focus on appreciating Han and Leia's relationship!

💗 What's the time zone for the event?

Please don't worry too much about time zones: when we say "day", we always mean "whenever that day is for you in your part of the world". IE: if it's Monday for you, you can post your work for the Monday prompt.

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Do you have any other questions? Don’t hesitate to send us an ask or to message one of the mods: @lajulie24 @hanorganaas and @otterandterrier

We can’t wait to see what you all create!

#hanleia #hanleiaweek2023 #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #star wars events #swfandomevents #swedit #swcreators #mod post

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rinharu wrapped 2023

We almost can't believe it's already time to bring out the kadomatsu again! 2023 just raced by, didn't it…?! Let's take a moment to look back on everything Rin & Haru (and their fans!) have achieved this year.

🌸 Archive of Our Own

The Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka tag on AO3 now holds 3,674 works!

That means 173 new fics were posted this year. (There might've been more than that, but it's hard to keep track of creators privatising their older fics!)

And the Night Pool's AO3 collection is up to 90 works!

🌸 The Night Pool

Here at TNP, we revived @sakurathon, a cherry blossom-centric event! This year, the event received 40 works by 19 lovely participants.

Since it was such a big success, we're bringing the event back on April 27th & 28th 2024.

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We also held the aquatic-themed Unleashed Blue, during which 20 participants created 51 (!!) otherworldly works for us.

With permission of the creators, we lovingly collected them in a 400+ page commemorative zine. You can download it on linktree

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Writers filled an impressive 35 prompts during our prompt meme Make a Splash! that we held in honor of Haru's birthday.

Read the fills on AO3

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Rin & Haru's Big Warm-Up, our monthly prompt event, received 16 new works on AO3 across the year & more on socials.

Check out our collection on AO3

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We also kicked off rinharu fandom's very first bang: MEDLEY!, a mini + reverse hybrid bang that will start posting in March!

(Psst. Sign ups are still open for a few roles!)

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We held 3 training camps – super fun writing retreat weekends – over on our Discord. We have 4 more retreats planned for 2024!

If you'd like to join us for the next one(s), here's the info

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We posted 33 new fanart translations!

Here's the link to our masterlist

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And finally, The Night Pool beat out Harurinralia to win our Ultimate Rinharu Moments Tournament that we held back in April on both Twitter and Tumblr!

🌸 Other Fandom Events

It's been a busy year!

In July, @starstarfairy hosted Wave Of Memory (@rinharumemories) to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Free! The event ran in two wave on tumblr and Twitter and combined polls, fan memories, and all types of fanworks.

@sweetheavenfics helped us run the RH-friendly @soumako-week in September!

@ryu-outsider hosted the month-long daily prompt event Free!cember here on Tumblr. It welcomed the entire fandom. The event was promoted by eleanorenchanted and run via hashtag.

And @rinharuweek ran for a full 10 days this year in celebration of the show's anniversary! They are just wrapping up.

🌸 Official News

Free! turned 10 in 2023. Omedetou gozaimasu!

Free! The Final Stroke Part 2 broke all of the series' previous records in the box office, bringing in over 1 billion yen

It also finally made it to Crunchyroll.com for the US & select others

Miyano Mamoru & Shimazaki Nobunaga fed us (+ fanartists' inspiration) well by shouting "HARU!!" and "RIIIN!!" at each other before hugging passionately during the 10th anniversary event at the Saitama Super Arena

We got tons of amazing new art; including a cover illustration for Free! The Band Live's Ever Blue performance in Yokohama, Animedia's July W-cover, Sweets Paradise's promotional art, and Kyoani's 10th anniversary event's illustration

Rin's ripped jeans (+ THE ANKLETS) in the Matsukiyo & Cocokara's Top Of Summer collaboration launched a thousand fanworks

Matsuoka-senshu, Nanase-senshu, Kirishima-senshu & Yamazaki-senshu represented Mizuno at the World Swimming Championships in Fukuoka

Spoon2Di recently restocked volume 78 & 85 on their webshop, and Akiba Pass Shop opened pre-orders for some gorgeous tapestries featuring said art

Karatz, Bikkuriman Choco, Iwami & DECOL all bumped Rin up to 2nd place in character listings (where he belongs!!)

Last but not least, KyoaniShop bankrupted us all by releasing amazing new merchandise (and also did not try to hide that Rin is the Free! series' 2nd protagonist, either…)

Thank you so much for being here with us in 2023. We hope it has been a wonderful & creative year for you. Here's wishing you an even more rinharu-filled 2024!

#MOD MUSE IS SO SORRY #SHE ACCIDENTALLY NUKED THE OG POST #she made up for it with new formatting and emojis and the event graphics #she apologizes for the deja vu #rinharu #harurin #rinharu wrapped 2023

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luthien-under-bough · 1 year

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Daemyra Masterlist🖤🔥❤️

WIPs

i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire) - rated E, chapters 17/?, ~102,000 words, modern westeros au, in which a one-night stand means Daemon might actually be Rhaenyra's father, dead dove: do not eat

the ghosts that we knew - rated T (for now), chapters 2/?, ~7330 words, modern au where Rhae (Rhaenyra Targaryen, but not THAT Rhaenyra) encounters the ghost of Daemon Targaryen on Dragonstone

we open our throats to sing - rated E, chapters 3/?, ~43,000 words, No Dance canon divergence, where Rhaenyra runs away to Volantis, and Daemon goes to find her

milk teeth - rated E, chapters 3/6, ~18,000 words, No Dance canon divergence, Daemyra early marriage, breastfeeding/lactation kink & character study on Rhaenyra's relationship with motherhood

augurs of spring - rated E, chapters 2/3, ~15,000 words, Old Valyria AU inspired by The Mists of Avalon

AUs

won't be satisfied 'til i'm under your skin - rated E, chapters 2/2, 25,367 words, modern AU, role reversal where Rhaenyra is Daemon's aunt

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you - rated E, chapters 6/6, ~31k words, modern au, in which Daemon & Rhaenyra cheat on their respective spouses with one another (angst with a happy ending)

better not touch (i want it too much) - rated E, chapters 7/7, ~31k words, modern westeros au, Rhaenyra comes to Dragonstone to stay with Daemon for the summer while her father is away on holiday

fledgling - rated E, 7900 words, King Daemon/Dark Daemon AU, where Daemon inspects Rhaenyra before her bedding ceremony

acquisition - rated E, 6700 words, modern corporate AU where Rhaenyra is CEO, and Daemon is her executive assistant - but outside of work Daemon is her Dom.

mama told me there'll be days like this - rated T, 5600 words, modern AU, Rhaenyra is determined to have a terrible time at her dad's wedding to Alicent, but she can't seem to stay in a foul mood when Uncle Daemon is around

Canon Divergences/Episode Fix-Its

for our blood is restless - rated M, ~1200 words, alt ep 4 where Daemon stays at the brothel

i found some hate for you, just for show - rated T, ~2400 words, alt ep 5 where Rhaenyra leaves the wedding feast with Daemon

down on my knees, with unquenchable thirst - rated E, ~5300 words, post-ep 4 canon divergence where Rhaenyra returns to the brothel

do you feel the hunger? - rated M, ~6400 words, alt ep 3 where Daemon joins the name day hunt

Character Studies

do you really feel alive without me - rated M, 3500 words, two-shot examining events of ep 6 from Daemon's and Rhaenyra's POV

viventes enim - rated M, ~1280 words, Daemon introspection/character study during the events of ep 6-7

the likes of a darkness so deep - rated M, ~3500 words, Major Character Death, Daemon introspection/character study during an alt ep10 where Rhaenyra dies in childbirth (cw: necrophilia)

Shameless Smut

penitent - rated E, ~3400 words, Dom!Daemon finds a new use for the small council orbs

squeeze and bind - rated E, 4625 words, Dom!Daemon ties up Rhaenyra after another small council meeting

kiss me hard before you go - rated E, ~2300 words, Divorced!Daemyra have some hate sex, modern AU

deep tissue - rated E, ~4,000 words, massage therapist Daemon, modern AU

stay wrecked and jealous for this - rated E, 4,315 words, Rhaenyra goes to the Westeros version of the Warped Tour and hooks up with band manager Daemon, modern AU

Fluff & Humor

farsighted - rated M, 1200 words, modern AU, Daemon confronts the harsh reality of aging and needing glasses

Naked Attraction: The Lost Episode - Not Rated, ~4000 words, crackfic written as an episode transcript for a "lost episode" of the UK dating show Naked Attraction, where Rhaenyra is the contestant

Prompt Fills

>> Events

Summer of Dove Prompt Event - prompt fics written for Fire, Blood & Kink's dead dove event (summer 2023)

Hot[Daemyra] Summer Snippets & Stories - prompt fics written for the HotD Summer Snippets & Stories prompt event (july 2023)

>> Other

BYOM; or, Bring Your Own Mistletoe - rated E, 7725 words, no specific prompt, but a general holiday-themed fluff & smut fic to get me into the Christmas spirit, modern au

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder - rated M, 1000 words, prompt: the song Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

best laid plans - rated G, 500 words, prompt: flight cancellation

your lips, my lips (apocalypse) - rated M, 500 words, prompt: holiday party hookup

meet me under the mistletoe - rated T, 500 words, prompt: bringing home a fake SO for the holidays + mistletoe

if the fates allow - rated T, 500 words, prompt: “Through the years we all will be together / if the fates allow”

Background Daemyra

like light refracted - rated E, 23,765 words, Daemyra x Aegon II ep8 canon divergence

the comforts of home - rated E, ~4300 words, Daemyra x Baelon (Daemon's father) threesome

nothing so undoing as a daughter - rated T, ~1200 words, Viserys POV after he learns of Daemyra's secret wedding

#house of the dragon #hotd #daemon × rhaenyra #daemyra #hotd fanfic #my fics #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

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reverseprompts · 3 months

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Our Second End of Year Late Entry Master list!

We got 4 entries this year, with 3 different fandoms represented- thank you! Credits to @ialwayscomewhenyoucall for the balcony photo, @xianvar for the Crashing Waves photo and @dragonpressgraphics for the Break Time art

Looked like Break Time was a popular one, as it got 2 extra entries this year.

One Little Word by posingasme SPN, G, Castiel/Sam Winchesters, 1099 words Unforgettable by @lovethemfiercely Spider-Man (Tom Holland), G, MJ/Peter, 891 words

This Entry for Crashing Waves was either missed or backdated - please, if we ever miss one of your entries, ping us! We'd hate to see you miss out.

of the deep blue by Seles / @seleswrites Inception, T, Arthur & Mal, 251 words

And lastly, while it's technically not a late entry, this last fic that was started in 2021 for the Balcony prompt was recently completed! Congrats!

Fly with Me by posingasme E, Castiel/Sam Winchester Updated work - Now Complete at 15k

Want to do a fill? Check out this Google Slide with all Prompts in an easy view

Remember if you fill a late prompt to 1 - tag the blog 2 - put it in the AO3 collection and please, (for the love of my sanity - which is not much, I’m aware) put somewhere in the ao3 tags/author notes WHICH prompt it is for, thank you :D

#reverse prompts #reverse prompts masterlist #reverse prompts late entry masterlist #late entry masterlist #2023 masterlist

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 months

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🎃 A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Chapter Two

A Truth Universally Acknowledged: It has long been established that you don’t like Dream of the Endless, and he doesn’t like you. Unfortunately, fate has decided to stick you both in a glass cage for a century. Who’s throat will be torn out first? Yours? Or Dreams.

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Morpheus x WitchFem!Reader.

Prompt: Role Reversal

Word Count: ~6.7k

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

The Dreaming had been returned to order in a matter of days once Dream had collected his tools and reinstated his power. Especially after the Corinthian had been rounded up and dealt with… now the Endless had another more pressing concern of his on his mind and it had put him in a mood. No matter how hard he tried, he could not locate you. After the guard had fractured the cage, Dream had made quick work putting him and the other guard to sleep. Once they were taken care of, he had enacted his punishment upon Alexander Burgess for all the transgressions he had made towards him. And to you. Revenge served, Dream had fully intended to go back to the basement and take you with him for you had regressed to nothing but a shell of the fiery witch you had once been… but you had disappeared!

The frailty of your body was so severe Dream had thought that a mere trickle of wind would blow you over. He had calculated that with how weak you’d become, you wouldn’t even manage the most basic spell to get yourself out of the basement and would surely require his assistance. But you were gone, the only evidence of your presence being the blood smears that had dried over a century ago. He’d been disgruntled by your disappearance but understood the weakness in which you felt and had left you to recover. Only now, nearly a month past, there was no hide nor hair of your presence within the Dreaming or even the Waking!

Something was very much wrong with these events and Dream demanded to know why.

So the Endless was sitting on his throne, fingers clutching the armrests while poor Matthew tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with his boss. He’d been watching his boss stew in place for days wondering what could possibly have him so worked up when there was nothing wrong within the Dreaming! It was time to go ask Lucienne because she seemed to know all about Dream and surely would know what’s wrong. So Matthew took to the air, leaving behind a deeply brooding Endless. It didn’t take him long to reach the library, raven magic was really a fast track around the realm, and Matthew swooped down to the table Lucienne was reading at.

“Hiya Lucienne,” Matthew greeted, letting out a caw and shuffling his wings. The librarian looked up and examined the raven, should he not be with his master at the moment? Perhaps Lord Morpheus needed a book…

“Matthew, what brings you by,” She asked, peering at him over her spectacles. Matthew shifted on his feet and ruffled his wings again.

“So the boss has been in a downward spiral with his mood and its starting to effect the realm and he won’t stop muttering about Maga apparently avoiding him which he’s getting really touchy and upset about and I think he might blow his fuse soon enough.” Matthew spit out in a verbal barf. Lucienne blinked and processed the ravens words. Certainly Lord Morpheus had been in a mood. He was prone to falling into depressions and such… but that was only after a relationship crashed and burned. He’d returned from a century absence so what could possibly have the lord so upset this time? “Who’s Maga?”

“Maga is the latin word for witch,” Lucienne explained, rubbing her forehead and thinking deeply. “And there is only one witch whom Lord Morpheus refers to as Maga, neither she nor Lord Morpheus can tolerate each others company and avoid such circumstances. It has been that way since 1815.”

That confused Matthew a great deal.

“Wait… you say they can’t stand each other? Then why is the boss currently moping and brooding about her like she broke his heart??” Lucienne’s eyebrows shot up and her ear twitched.

“And what makes you think that?” The librarian inquired, her hands shaking slightly. You and Lord Morpheus? Get along?? Matthew cocked his head, still not understanding the long term tiff between you and Dream.

“Uh, because I’m like 99% sure he started crying because he couldn’t find her and then proceeded to learn that she’s avoiding him and totally broke down after that?” Matthew chittered, still remembering the odd sight. “I thought he was gunna start oozing goo like Howl…”

What in the seven endless realms was going on?

Romania was a very nice place to find yourself after whispering a random jumble of teleportation spells in hopes one would work. The coven you found yourself near was more than happy to assist you upon finding your half dead body strew in the nearby forest. You’d been filthy, covered in dirt, hadn’t bathed in a century, and depleted of magic. It was a miracle that they had still been able to recognize you as one of their own. You spent the first week in bed, sickly, and almost comatose, but by the kindness of the coven, you had made it through that sickness worse for wear. But still alive.

The grannies of the coven had spent the last three weeks trying shove food down your throat every other minute until you had taken to hiding from them. The head witch of the coven found it hilarious and gave you the privy of hiding out in her home… which you were currently doing with a nice warm cup of tea. The head witch, Elena, had already blessed you with an enchantment to hide your being from scrying and other such tracking magics. You’d only just escaped captivity and were quite fearful of being tracked down. Mainly by a certain Endless.

You both had problems with each other and your forced confinement together had only put your issues to the side, not solved them. Freedom had reminded you that Dream was two things: petty and vindictive. The thought of what the Endless would do to you once he remembered that you didn’t like each other for a reason, terrified you.

“You are still quite frail,” Elena murmured, eyeing your waif like frame once more. “I can see why they continue to pester you about food.”

“I do not have an appetite,” You replied quietly, sipping your tea. “And I know I need to gain weight… I just, eating isn’t appealing right now.”

“And why is that? You spent a century without food, that might not kill a witch but is certainly works up an appetite.” Elena tutted in a motherly tone. You ignored her jib and continued sipping your tea. “What is really bothering you that your mind won’t remind you to eat.”

Perhaps it was time for you to tell her that you hadn’t exactly been alone in your confinement. You set your tea cup to the side and played with your fingers for a moment.

“I—” You started, finding your voice catching in your throat. “I wasn’t alone in captivity.” Elena didn’t make a comment to your admittance and the silence stretched on. You took a deep breath. “I got stuck with Dream of the Endless and we may or may not have had a truce on our abrasive affairs and now that we’re free again I’m afraid of retaliation because he is angry. I haven’t been this weak in thousands of years, he could obliterate me with a single look.”

Elena blinked once, then twice, ruminated what you had spoken, and leaned back in her seat. It was widely known that you had an ongoing tiff with Dream of the Endless, certainly among the witch communities. A witch did not get involved with an Endless and not become the topic of discussion. However, no one had thought that you and he would so openly express your dislike for each other. It had been the topic of discussion for decades, certainly after the incident in 1815. Everyone knew that you two would have an explosive argument should you cross paths again… but for you and he to be trapped together for 106 years?

“Well if you didn’t kill each other in that time I certainly don’t think you hate each other anymore,” Elena murmured in comment. You reluctantly admitted to yourself that you didn’t in fact, hate Dream of the Endless. Quite the opposite actually.

“I could have easily forgiven his moronic pride, if he had not mortified mine that night,” You whispered, hunching in place. “It all seems so stupid now. I can’t even remember the exact reason why we started hating each other.”

“I forgot that you were friends with Jane,” You chuckled and shook your head.

“Who do you think inspired Mr. Darcy? I have to admit I may have gone overboard on the ideas while having luncheon with Miss Austen…”

“Regardless of your influence over Pride and Prejudice, dear, I don’t think that Dream is interested in harming you in any way.”

“You weren’t there, Elena,” You reminded her. “Dream, he’s so angry and after Jessamy’s death… his resentment has only grown for those that have crossed him. I believe I am at the top of that list.”

“If the Dream Lord wanted you dead he’d have done it the moment that binding circle was broken,” Elena reminded you, then she decided to break the news to you. “He’d also not repeatedly call upon your location every day for the last month with the desperation of a love lorn Mr. Darcy.”

You snorted your next sip of tea and proceeded to have a coughing fit as your heart seized in your chest. He was calling for your location every day? Oh gods, oh gods. Your face went pale and for a moment your coughs threatened to turn into gags. Fear ebbed down your spine and the world dropped away from you. Elena called your name, drawing you from a moment of panic.

“There is no malignancy behind his calls, dear, like I said, desperation is the emotion strongest felt.” Elena reassured you, patting your knee at the sign of your physical shakes. “Surely one hundred years of progress towards a better relationship wouldn’t go down the drain simply because you were finally freed from your confines…”

“Elena he’s an Endless,” You enunciated to her like it would make a difference in the witch’s mind.

“Yes,” The woman replied quaintly. “An Endless that has ravaged the earth in search of the one whom he spent a century with and now seeks with desperation.”

“What is there to chase after?” You questioned her. “A skeleton that finds food repulsive?” You then gestured to your body. “In what realm would I be in any shape to be in the presence of an Endless?”

“Well you certainly aren’t getting better by yourself, dear,” Elena chided you. “You are a witch, not a waif. Start acting like it.” Your eye flashed with your magic at Elena and you were about to go off on her when an explosive ripple disturbed the peaceful village. Stiffening in your seat, your fingers clutched your tea cup until your knuckles turned white.

“What did you do?” You questioned hoarsely. Elena was unperturbed by the change in aura of the village.

“What you are stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, child,”

“I’m not a child,” You bit out, your eyes sparking dangerously with the pitiful whips of your magic. How hypocritical for her to call you a child!

“Perhaps not, but you are acting like one.” The witch replied coolly. “Tis time to face your fears before they consume what flesh you have left.” Trembling in your seat and unsure if it was from anger or fear, you slowly set your tea cup down. You could only feel the tumultuous energy coming off the Endless, you couldn’t pick up the distinctive emotions however, and would be walking into this blind. Your fingers picked at the thick cardigan covering your frail body and you shakily got to your feat.

You didn’t bother giving Elena a look at this point for the witch had turned her attention to a book and was clearly ignoring you now… so you shuffled towards the door of her home. When you reached for the door handle, you noticed your hand was shaking and cursed at yourself for being so weak. Where had the confident you who could stand up to Dream of the Endless and shout in his face without fear of repercussion gone? Chained up one hundred years in the past, you believe.

Opening the door, you continued to shuffle with your head down and hand clutching the thick wool around your shoulders. As you approached the brooding Endless you dared not raise your gaze and gave no word to those in the coven that had gathered the moment Dream had arrived. Stopping short of him by several feet, you kept your lips pressed together in refusal to speak. You couldn’t make things worse if you did not speak. Silence seemed to stretch out for eternity, that is until Dream moved into your view. You still chose to stare at his boots.

“You have been hiding from me,” His smooth and beautiful voice rang out in an accusatory tone, but not even that had you firing back in equal challenge. You simply replied in a soft demure voice that gave nothing away to the Endless.

“And you find that surprising?” Nothing. Not even a whisper of rage from your spoken words. What was going on inside that complex (or rather simpleton) mind of his? A pale hand appeared in your vision and you unconsciously flinched away. You couldn’t see the reaction of Dream to your reaction, but every witch around could. He had not liked that you flinched away from him. But nothing came of your action and the Dream Lord simply remained in place, giving you the space you clearly wished for.

“After our time together, yes, I expected a vastly different one than you disappearing from the scope of the realms.” In other words, he hadn’t expected you to disappear on him like a frightened hare. “We need to talk.”

“Do we?”

“Indeed,”

“I’d rather not,”

“You’ve had more than enough time to wallow, Maga,” You wanted to snap at him for that comment because you were not wallowing, but numbly recovering… but you couldn’t bring yourself to go off on him. But you could stubbornly refuse to look at him… that bothered the Endless, that bothered the Endless a great deal. “Very well, if you do not wish to speak here, then we shall speak elsewhere.”

Your eyes went wide and your head finally snapped up, but it was too late. Sand swirled around your body, obscuring your vision of Dream and that of the small Romanian town, and before you knew it you were standing within the Dreaming throne room. He did not!

“I am not dealing with this right now,” You angrily whispered, whipping around and scuttling towards the nearest exit. Morpheus was quick to follow your footsteps, angry at your refusal to talk.

“You hid from me,” Dream accused you, following in your footsteps. You ignored his accusation and hurried down a winding hall you could have sworn you saw an exit to… on the next turn the exit appeared to disappear and you found yourself deeper in the palace. You ground your teeth together and stomped your foot.

“Stop playing games with me!” You shouted at the ceilings. “I just want to go—” Home. You didn’t have a home anymore. Fine then, you’d just continue walking until Dream left you alone, surely he’d tire of such devotion eventually. You were, after all, just a menial witch who irked him. But alas, the more you walked, the faster your steps became, the Endless continued to follow you regardless. “Why won’t you just leave me alone!”

“Perhaps I shall once you inform me of the reason you left and hid from me,” Dream pressed, close on your heels and irritation quickly growing. He did not understand why you were being so obstinate with your being! Certainly when you were in such a state of frailness.

“And I don’t see how that is any of your business,” You puffed out, feeling fatigued and drained. Gods you were so weak. But you really wanted away from the being that could destroy you in a heart beat. “Just leave me alone,” You found an exit and strode out of the palace. Now you were in a garden, not exactly away from Dream since he was still following you, but it was better than being smothered by his presence. Then again the whole Dreaming was him. As long as you were there you were surrounded by him. You bat away a flower from your face, once again being reminded of how pitiful your body was. You really were a walking skeleton.

“Maga what happened between us during our time together—”

“Was just circumstance!” You snapped out over your shoulder. “Have you ever heard of trauma bonding?”

“Maga—”

“That’s not my name!” You shouted, turning a corner in the garden that led to a small clearing. But as you were about to storm towards the small fountain in the center, your foot caught an uneven stone. The weakness in your body meant that you didn’t have the muscle to catch yourself and you let out a yelp. So you began falling in a weak heap, but rather than flop to the ground cold hands caught you and swung you around.

You stumbled for but a moment before finding yourself within the arms of Dream and leaning against his chest. You were breathing heavily, having well exerted the limited energy you had and on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t you just have a peaceful life after everything you’d experienced in the last century? Your fingers dug into his jacket as your frustration finally began snapping.

“I am tired, Dream, I am tired, and worn down and I just want peace,” You spoke out, nearly in tears. “But I can’t have peace as long as you are there, taunting me with vengeance and wrath. How many decades have we spent at each others throats now? At what point will you finally tire of my antics and banish me to darkness?? I can’t keep—!”

“I apologize,” His words cut off your tear stained tirade and silenced any further thoughts. Dream of the Endless had just apologized. Freezing in place, you trembled and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Perhaps he had finally cracked and lost his mind? “I apologize for the duress and agony I have caused you over the centuries and regretfully know not the very reason for the start of our tiff.”

“Have you finally gone mad?” You whispered hoarsely.

“It is only fitting since I favor the Mad Witch of Carthage,” You hadn’t been called that in nearly two thousand years. All remnants of your existence had burned when Carthage fell. Finally you looked up at him, and your jaw nearly dropped. What should have been a proud and petulant stare was hindered by red. He’d been crying. Dream brought a hand up to your cheek and traced the enunciated bone. “I think it’s time you stop hiding in the shadows, Y/N.”

He didn’t give you time to question the meaning behind his words and simply acted. Utilizing the immense power now at his disposal, Dream easily recharged your magic stores to the brim. But he didn’t stop there, he took it upon himself to return you to the healthy state he remembered. Full cheeks, beautiful curves, and sharp eyes. Instantaneously you felt better, felt revived, and it was because of Dream.

“Dream—” You were whisked from the garden in a shroud of sand. Reappearing in the palace, you had to take a moment to take in the fact that Dream had just supercharged you. “I think you went a little overboard.”

“It was mine to over do for my folly,” Dream replied as you raised your own hand and brushed your fingers beneath his red stained eyes.

“You’ve been crying,” You noted, displeased by the notion. “Who upset you this time?”

“You did,” Your eyebrow went up as Dream’s fingers gently took yours. “I have found myself despondent over your absence as you have captured my heart and the only comfort I feel comes from you.” He was exaggerating, surely, but your mind was quick to remind you of all the times he had spent within your arms. “Or have you so easily forgotten me in fear of retribution?”

“You know what fear does to people and not even I am exempt from that.” You admitted, eyes flickering to the side. “And I am not presumptuous to think I know what you are thinking or feeling, Dream.”

“You know exactly what I am thinking, Y/N, for how many dreams have we spent together alone?” Innumerous, that you knew. All you remembered from the nights you spent within his realm were tense moments filled with an unstable power dynamic and romantic tension that made Lizzie and Mr. Darcy’s issues menial.

“I hate you, always have,” You bluffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to look elsewhere.

“And I you, vehemently,” Dream replied with a curl in his lips. “Yet here we are,”

“Entirely your fault,”

“Which you instigated,”

“The gall you have,” Your eyes were sparking now, the fire that had been nearly snuffed out returning. “It never runs out does it?”

“You’re still here,”

“Because I find your irritation somewhat amusing.”

“And your fire is ravishing,” Now you remembered why he vexed you so.

“I would like nothing but to shut you up, do you know that?” You growled at him, stepping up to him and getting in his face. He smirked at you, enjoying the way your fear evaporated to nothing. His Mad Witch was back.

“You are welcome to fix that if you dare,” Your eye twitched this time, and Dream pushed you one step further. “Maga,” You lunged at him. You were atop the Endless in seconds, pinning him to the floor of room with blazing eyes and teeth bared.

“You have to be the most irritating, sorrel brained, ninnyhead I’ve ever met!” You hissed in his face.

“That is the best insult you can think of?” You pressed your hand over the Endless’ mouth and growled.

“Not another word! Gods you irate me to no end! If it’s not your stupid little smirk or your stupid fluffy hair or even your inane eyes, it’s your loathsome presence!” You were in his face, snarling and just short of mauling the Endless… and all the Endless could do was look at you like you had single handedly hung the moon and stars within the Dreaming. You grabbed the side of Dream’s face and glared, well you tried to glare, but you couldn’t hold your composure for much longer. “I loath you the most out of everyone I have ever had the displeasure of loathing,” You finally hissed.

“I could say the same—” You didn’t let the Dream Lord finish his sentence. Rather than let him mouth off to you and irritate you more, you simply mashed your lips against his mouth to shut him up. You roughly kissed the Endless and enjoyed the sweet silence that proceeded, greedily sank your fingers into his black hair, and just all around enjoyed being the one in control for once. When Dream thought to take control of the rather debauched kiss by placing a hand upon your cheek you immediately pulled back and snatched his wrist. You pressed it to the floor beside his head with another glare.

“I don’t think so,” You spit out, lips tingling from the taste of stardust. “You are always in charge, I want my turn.” Dream had a hard time focusing on anything other than your mouth which was divine, but your words he heard loud and clear.

“Your turn?” He repeated in amusement, rather enjoying this side of you. “Very well, Y/N. Have your turn.” You were leaning back down before he could give you another infuriating smirk. You kissed him just as hard as before, over and over until your lips were stinging. Then you moved onto the beautiful line of his jaw while your fingers dug into obsidian strands and pulled hard. Neck was exposed to you and you happily ran your tongue along Dream’s jugular. Even his skin tasted like it was sculpted from the cosmos. You pressed your face into his neck and sealed your mouth against his skin in happiness.

After dealing with such a condescending and irritating Endless for centuries you wanted physical payback and what better way to do so than to mark your territory? So you went about suck and biting at porcelain skin, blooming marks of possession you would lovingly adore later. But now? Now you just wanted to have control for once. Your fingers dug into his clothing and your magic easily reduced the cloth to stardust that shimmered into the abyss. The moment your eyes set themselves upon his glorious body you were salivating.

You hadn’t taken the time to observe his form in that basement, your pride and anger had stopped you from ogling the Endless… but now? Now you were going to explore each and every crease and curve with your tongue. And so you did, revealing in the tautness of Dream’s skin and the infinitely powerful muscles that lay beneath. Tongue sliding across his pale skin, you let your lips and nose brush against porcelain skin to hear the soft moons from the Endless beneath you. It was so delicious.

Shimmying yourself down his body, you briefly lifted your gaze to see Dream’s face. His jaw was clenched, no doubt in an effort to not reverse your position and take you like you both wanted. What a good boy he was being. You softly chuckled and caressed the curves on his hip bones.

“You’re being so good for me, my lord,” You praised him, devilish fingers undoing his dark jeans at a painfully slow pace. Electric blue sparking with glimmering stars caught the edge of your vision as you hooked your fingers around his jeans and briefs. You couldn’t help your proceeding snicker when you tugged the rest of his clothes free from your prize. You had every inkling that the rest of him was just as beautiful, but your lips parted the moment your eyes dropped down.

“Do you enjoy torturing beings, Y/N?” You chucked at Dream’s disgruntled comment and glided your fingers across his hipbones. Your lips curved into a smirk when you purposefully allowed your fingers to stroke his cock.

“Torturing?” You questioned leisurely, “Since when is it a crime to adore something so beautiful? Be grateful that I am feeling impatient this day.” Ignoring the dream lord’s petulant stare, you wrapped your fingers around Dream’s cock and stroked it. It swelled beneath your touch and you gleefully gave it a lick. Dream quivered beneath you, holding himself back as your devilish touch incited the most pleasurable of feelings within his physical body. Now if only he could feel your mouth. You gave the Endless no such luxury, happily (and purposefully) stroking him up and down with your hand because payback was delicious and you wanted him to squirm before you’d wreck him with your mouth.

So you delicately ran your fingertips up Dream’s throbbing cock, delicately of course because a light touch was often far more effective. Dream growled deep in his throat, fingers almost twitching against the floor in need of sinking into your hair. You were a cruel witch at times. Cruel enough to purposefully ignore the throb in his cock and the precum dripping down.

“Y/N,” He called, his voice deep yet stressed by the underlying pleasure you so dutifully and vindictively pulled from his body.

“Let me worship,” You whispered, drawing your lips along his length. The heat from your mouth was enough to make the endless groan, and that precious sound was melodious to your ears. “So pretty you are for me.” You murmured, tracing your lips up to the throbbing head. “And all mine.” As you whispered that last word you let your lips part to engulf the tip of his cock and sweetly (vindictively) gave it a kiss.

“You play with fire,” Dream growled to you, his fingers inching across the floor. Your hair was right there, easy and ripe for tugging. Beautiful. He wanted to stroke your face and watch his cock disappear down your throat, but knowing you he wouldn’t get that pleasure this day. His hips bucked against your touch and mouth and you instantly pressed your free hand down against his him.

“Then watch me burn,” You purred, holding his hip in place lest he took more than you’d allow. He wasn’t expecting that response from you, clearly, and you gave him no time to contemplate your response. Stroking up his throbbing cock, your lips enveloped the head of his cock for but a moment… then you pushed your head down to take all of him. Throat flexing around Dream’s thick cock, you sucked and bobbed your head slowly. You wanted to savor the moment of having Dream of the Endless at your mercy.

He was delicious. You could feel the full brunt of power he was holding back just for you, and could appreciate that he was giving you this honor. Certainly after you both had been trapped for a century… Yet you had never truly imagined what he would taste like under your tongue. You certainly tasted the cosmos, he was build from the brightest nebulas and the darkest of black holes, but there was a touch of stardust wonder that left you floating. Dreams and stars, what an exquisite combination.

“Beloved,” Dream called once more, the ground beneath your bodies trembling from his outracing power struggling to remain at bay. A shiver went up your spine at the endearment for that pleased you and made your stupid witch heart swell happily, but you were on a mission! Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked harder and ran your hand up and down his swelled cock. Everything around you trembled as the Endless reached a stunning climax, his cock quivering in your throat before the rush of hot seed flowed. You swallowed it all, stroking Dream through his orgasm while pulling your head back in satisfaction.

“That’s a start,” You happily purred, drawing so you were hovered over the naked Endless. His intense blue eyes ringed in silver stared hard into yours in astonishment. That was a start for you? You giggled and settled your hand on his hip once more, pushing your fingers up his chest to stroke his skin. “There is much I wish to explore,” With you. You left those words unsaid but they echoed in the room and within Dream’s eyes.

“Do as you wish though may I have the privilege of touching you?” He queried, aching to touch and stroke you from the very center of his being. It really was tortuous to feel such exquisite pleasure from you and not be allowed to do the same. You blinked at him in consideration, then your lips quirked to the side. His attention was engrossed in the soft sheen of them.

“You may, but only my legs,” You called, lounging on him and tracing his jaw with your finger. He really was so unbearably gorgeous. “You go any higher and I stop.” Dream’s eyes washed full silver for a moment before his touch tentatively brushed against your lower thigh. You gave him a pleased smile and took his face in hand, pushing your fingers through the hair you already mussed. “Good boy,” You breathed, mouth mere centimeters from his. Then you kissed him once more.

Mouths crushed together Dream wasted no time swiping his tongue along your lips. He didn’t care that you had his cock down your throat only seconds previously, he adored your vexatious mouth. So he licked at your tongue, pulled it into a dance with yours, and feasted off the beautiful and precious moans that floated up from your vocal cords. But how his hands clenched your legs, itching to dig into your hair, or hold your cheeks just as fervently as you grasped his. Your kisses grew sloppy as you heaved for breath but that didn’t stop you because you wanted so much more. Keeping one hand buried in midnight logs, you allowed your other to wander over Dream’s stardust chest. A rumble came from the chest you stroked and the Endless nipped at your lips, tugging on your lower lip until you gasped.

“Let me appreciate,” You scolded him, eyes flickering open as you gazed intently into his. Your faces were still pressed together, lips touching, forehead pressed and noses mashed together, but your eyes were talking. “I want to worship.” At your whispered words the hands on your thighs tightened and his muscles trembled in restraint. It was taking everything he had to give you that.

“And I wish to feel you,” Dream spoke softly, his eyes glimmering with stars. You brushed your thumb along his cheek and felt your own body ache terribly. With a flicker of magic your clothes melted away with shimmers of silver.

“And you will my love,” You replied, lifting your body and feeling your aching cunt rest upon Dream’s throbbing cock. It felt serendipitous. So you rolled your hip to press your body further into that delicious flesh of his, marveling once again, at how gorgeous Dream of the Endless was. While you were slicking your folds up and enjoying the little sparks of pleasure from the contact between his cock and your clit, Dream couldn’t keep his eyes off your body. He had only gotten glimpses of your corpselike body while trapped with you, but seeing your body healthy and glowing like this? Padded in all the best places?

You shimmied your hips a few more times, enjoying the little sparks of pleasure bursting from your flesh. If was, perhaps, a little selfish of you to just enjoy the feeling of being on top for once because with the way Dream’s fingers were digging into your legs you were going to have bruises. A thought you actually liked. You kissed his jaw, allowing your lips to linger upon his flesh while you stroked his torso. Then your fingers glided across his pelvic bone before dipping between your bodies. You curled your fingers around his swelled and twitching cock and rubbed the head against your soaked cunt. Rising up onto your knees, you stared directly into Dream’s eyes while sinking onto his cock.

You nearly collapsed from the way his cock stretched your tight walls out. Over a century of abstinence had left your body tight and strung up, and your walls burned viciously while stretching to accommodate Dream’s length. Yet it felt oh so delicious as your body fully took very inch he had to give. When you were fully seated you raised an eyebrow at Dream unable to help yourself.

“Is that better pretty boy?” You cooed to him, bending down and brushing your lips over his but not allowing him the pleasure of a kiss. Dream’s eye twitched at your taunting words. Your audacity knew no ends… yet the Endless didn’t seem to mind.

“Pretty… boy…” He rumbled at you, eyes flashing silver again. You grinned sweetly at him.

“Oh, my bad, I meant beautiful boy,” You softly whispered, licking at the sharp curve of Dream’s jaw. His touch upon your thighs drew up, not breaking your rule, but getting close to. You nuzzled his neck. “You are a very very beautiful boy.” As you praised the Dream Lord, you slowly rolled your hips. A beautifully soft moan slipped past Dream’s lips and that brought a smile to your own. Gazing down at the Endless beneath you, you shove your fingers back into his dark hair and lightly pulled your nails through the strands.

It was pleasurable agony. Pleasure because you felt like hot silk wrapped around Dream’s cock, squeezing his cock so tightly every time your hips rolled or you rose up… but absolute agony for you were right there. Naked. Filled with ecstasy. Your beasts softly bouncing with each ride you made. Dream just wanted to touch you, hold you, place his mouth upon your soft breasts and suck on your breasts until you sang sweetly for him. But the Mad Witch of Carthage was a cruel Mistress to have, and yet Dream was entirely bewitched.

So he grudgingly watched as your head dropped back in pleasure and you pressed your remaining hand against your breast. Well you said he couldn’t touch above your legs, but you had said nothing about moving his own body beneath you. Eyes glowing silver, the next time you let your hips fall, Dream bucked up into you. His cock buried itself into your body so deeply that a sharp burst of lightning ricocheted through your limbs and you twitched with a ragged gasp.

You fell forward onto your forearm with shaking thighs, eyes staring into Dream’s intense ones. You wanted to go off on him for taking more than you’d given him, but it felt so good that you just leaned forwards and pressed your face into his neck with rasping moan. It was still agony for Dream to not be able to touch you the way he wished but the mere fact that you clung to him so close was sweet enough. So he continued to buck up into you with soft grunts and growls, feeling close to ecstasy.

Breathing heavily and teetering on the brink, you didn’t care who was in control as the threat of orgasm prickled your limbs and made white hot heat flood your legs. It all became too much for you to handle. Spine bowing upwards, you stiffed as your muscles clenched. For several seconds you hung there, captivated by pure ecstasy rippling through your body and filling you with a warmth that felt comforting.

As the weight of your body collapsed fully onto Dream, he bucked up into you warm and gushing cunt for a few more moments. Then he found his own release and let out a drawn groan when your walls flexed and fluttered around him. He expected you to make some more off handed quips at him, or perhaps taunt him into irritation, but you remained limp against his body.

“Y/N?” Dream softly spoke, raising a hand to brush against your messy hair. You didn’t move even as he ran his fingers through your hair. He tentatively touched upon your consciousness, you’d fallen asleep. Dream chuckled to himself. “So you have finally worn yourself out with all your ferocity, beloved?” You didn’t respond, naturally, but the Endless half expected you to wake up and go off on a rampage about the cheek of him to say such a thing.

Shifting in place, and reluctantly letting his cock to slide from your body, Dream effortlessly brought you into his arms while rising to his feet. He had returned your body and magic to its former glory, yes, but you were mentally spent and in need of a good rest. So he carried you over to a large bed constructed in the room just for you and settled you down. He should leave you to your intimate dreams (that he would definitely spy on) but something within him longed for the embrace and comfort of your body. So he joined you, gathering you in his arms once more and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You stirred, drawn from your dreams by the tight embrace of the Endless wrapped around your body. You had literally just spent 106 years locked up in a glass cage with the Endless and he was still seeking your arms? Your kiss stained lips twitched and you tiredly dragged your arm up to brush your fingers through his hair. The moment your fingers stroked across his scalp Dream tightened his grasp upon your body and pushed his face further into your neck. You hadn’t really thought out what you were going to do past getting to be the one in charge for a change. But you had to admit one thing, being in his arms like this felt quite nice.

Date Published: 10/9/23

Last Edit: 10/9/23

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