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solitaryearthperson · 8 months

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Cross My Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” you asked.

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

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

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

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

“Poisoning my mind,” you questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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imaginemalereader · 1 year

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Imagine being trans and going shopping with Desire

You were a little nervous about asking Desire to go shopping with you. While it was abundantly clear that had no problems toying with their own gender expression, you were still a little nervous that they might be a bit pushy. Not that you didn’t trust their fashion sense, quite the opposite you actually rather admired it.

When they came down to visit from their realm, you gathered up your nerves and asked them.

“Hey Desire?”

“Yes hon?” They replied, lounging seductively (not that they really lounged any other way) on the couch.

“Would you come shopping with me? Clothes shopping, not grocery shopping or something like that.”

“Ooh a shopping date? Absolutely doll.”

You blushed as they rolled off the couch and took your arm, already power walking out the door.

“So, what are we looking for today? Some stunning new suits for my favorite man?” They asked.

“Actually,” you hesitated. Desire glanced at you, their golden eyes shining. “Actually, I was thinking of branching out. When I came out, I felt like I had to try to dress all masculine so I could pass as male but now, I realized that I miss some of the style and the clothes that I used to wear. And wearing it isn’t going to make me less of a man.”

“Of course not love.” They smiled. “This is going to be even more fun then.”

They had even more pep in their step as you walked into your first store, eager to play around with your style and try out all the different outfits they could think of. And of course they could always find some cute clothes too, even if they didn’t need to shop for them.

It was fun, if a little overwhelming at first. They piled your arms high with clothes to try on. Some you really liked, others not so much. You noted any styles, colors, cuts, or patterns that didn’t sit right with your dysphoria and they made sure to note those and find alternatives.

“Oh my, look at you. So hot.” They complimented as you tried on the latest outfit they had put together.

“You really think so? Cause you’ve said that about almost all of them.” You replied. Not that you didn’t appreciate the compliments since you were in some ways stepping out of your comfort zone, but you wanted to make sure this was truly a good one.

“Do you think so?” They replied.

You studied yourself in the mirror, turning to catch different angles. The outfit matched your style well and while it was more fem, it didn’t hit any big dysphoria spots for you.

“Yeah I like it.”

“Then of course you look hot in it.”

You turned in the mirror a couple more times before nodding.

“Then I think we’ve got enough.”

“Yes, I think we’ve exhausted this store’s options.” Desire agreed.

“This store? Desire, I’m walking out of here with 5 new outfits, not including the room to mix and match them. This is more than I thought I was going to get already.”

“But there are so many more options to see, for me to see you in.” They added with a wink. You laughed but shook your head.

“We’ve already been here for hours looking through I think literally everything that I thought might work.”

“But it wasn’t long enough.” They pouted. You had to smile at their little petulant pout.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to go on another shopping date then.”

“Oh, you want to go on another date with little old me?” Desire asked, feigning surprise as you gathered up your items. They once again took your arm and led you to the check out.

You weren’t sure what magic it was that got your items paid for, or if Desire had somehow decided to acquire human currency, but either way you got to leave happy with your new clothes and the prospect of a future outing with Desire.

“I’m afraid I have to return, but I expect a fashion show the next time I see you. I’ll even bring my own catwalk.” They said.

You laughed. Of course Desire would carry a catwalk in their purse. Why wouldn’t they?

“Consider it done.”

“Until then honey.” They said, blowing you a kiss and twirling their fingers. You waved back with a smile.

“Thanks for the confidence boost.” You said.

“Anytime babe, anytime.” They winked.

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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The Pleasure You Deserve | Desire imagine

Summary: Being neglected your whole life, you never thought your own pleasure was important, until Desire came along and showed you everything you were missing.

Pairing: Desire x Human Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut 👹

Author’s note: tiny side note my loves! I will be using male pronounce on Desire for the sake of the story, thank you!

Desire didn’t plan to fall in love with a human, he would always be more inclined to enjoy the pleasure of things without the commitment, the affective responsibilities and that sort of thing. His relationship with Unity for example, was merely a move in his chess game. While he did grow certain affection to the woman in question, it wasn’t what he would call an ever-changing love story.

But everything felt different when he met you, you were so kind and joyous he just felt intrigued by you. Especially as he noticed a very specific pattern in your behavior. You would always prioritize everybody’s needs and pleasure over your own. It was as if, without being conscious of it, you had become this provider of comfort to everyone but yourself.

When you started seeing each other, he adored how you cared for his pleasure, you wanted to know how to make him feel good, and whilst he appreciated such thing, he also noticed how you never communicated your needs, he knew how to pleasure you, because of course he was the personification of human desire and pleasure.

But how come you were never comfortable talking about your sexuality?

Desire understood better than anyone, how someone’s desires could either form nor corrupt who they were. And one day when he was caressing the skin of your legs, he finally decided to open the conversation to a topic you avoided.

“Baby?” You hummed in response, turning to face those perfect golden eyes. “How come you’ve never told me what you like when it comes to sex?”

You frowned, completely puzzled at his question.

“What do you mean what I like?”

“I mean everything babe, positions, rhythm, kinks?” He listed those things out, hoping for some sort of reaction, but there wasn’t any, that light on the alarms in him. Did you even know all of this about yourself?

“Well I like whatever you like, of course” you stated this with such simplicity it scared the living shit out of him.

“No, no. Baby you surely have your own preferences” he insisted, this time letting the worry linger through his voice.

“I don’t” you shrugged.

That conversation had been days ago, but he just kept replaying it in his mind like a broken record, he was filled with doubt, Desire had never experience such a thing.

Someone who didn’t know what caused them pleasure?

That was outrageous. Even when he wanted to know more, he knew it would not be right to pressure you on this subject as, your lack of knowledge of your own pleasure was undoubtedly linked to trauma he didn’t want to bring to the surface, because he refused to cause you more pain.

So, against his better judgement, he decided to look for the answers himself by entering your mind.

When going inside your memories, there were a lot to go from, but he trusted his intuition and found a memory of you and your ex, who he remembered you telling him about, as the guy who cheated on you practically at any chance he got.

Something told him the answers would be here so he stayed and observed quietly.

A series of images were displayed before him, how you would ask your then boyfriend if you looked nice and he couldn’t be bothered to look from his phone, how you always had to wear on things he approved.

But he also saw how, this man would dispose of you, how you had sex when and how he wanted, even if you weren’t in the mood he never cared. To this man you were nothing but a fuck toy, something he employ to fulfill his needs, he never once cared to ask if you were enjoying yourself or if you even had finished.

He forgot about you, so you eventually forgot of yourself as well.

Desire promised himself to show you what true pleasure was, you had been at others people’s mercy for far too long.

He made sure everything was perfect for the night you discovered your desires, first there was the champagne and you had a wonderful talk like you always did. Flirting every now and then, finally Desire put his glass down looking at you.

“Baby, I wish to make this night about you” he said smiling, holding your hand in his. You had to know he cared deeply for you.

He watched your body language closely, how you carefully shut your legs and a crimson red appeared on your cheeks, showing embarrassment. You had clearly never been in this situation where someone was offering to put your needs first.

“You don’t have to Des…” you whispered softly, he cupped your face in his hands

“I want to” he reassured you.

You both went to the bedroom, he treated you so gently, tracing your soft skin with his fingers, removing your clothes one by one, pressing kisses all over your body, you trembled welcoming the new sensation of pleasure.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart” you quietly complied, staring deeply into his eyes as he introduced one of his fingers inside you. You took a deep breath, completely overwhelmed by the digit that entered you. Desire came close to your ear.

“Tell me what you want baby, just for tonight I will be a tool for your pleasure” he whispered keeping a steady rhythm inside you, your kneels buckled at his touch.

“…More” you let out in a breath, making Desire grin widely before introducing two more digits and fastening his pace. You gripped onto his shoulders roughly, as you cried out louder and louder each time.

Your mind was melting in pleasure, you tried to grasp on the sensations you felt, but you could not focus. The knot on your stomach tightening, feeling new waves of head cursing through your veins, sweat started forming in your body. You collapsed in his embrace, your fluids soaking his fingers and Desire decided to lick them dry in front of you.

“Look at you, so perfect… but I think I’ll be good to clean you up, yeah?”

“What do you have in mind?” You questioned, knowing Desire was far from being done with you. The blonde man kissed your lips before lowering himself to your core.

You tensed as you felt his tongue play with your folds, instinctively you gripped onto his hair, massaging his scalp, while also pulling him deeper inside you.

Desire grinned over your folds, taking this as a sign to continue his actions with much more urgency, he clawed at the skin of your butt, keeping you in place.

You threw your head back in utter bliss, your ears buzzing.

“Fuck, Desire!” You cursed, your whole body shaking sinking and fully surrendering to the feeling of true pleasure.

You were panting, the air coming into your lungs feeling like you swallowed on a torch. Your hair was a mess, your cheeks were burning and Desire kissed your forehead before putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Your pleasure is just as important as anyone else’s, okay?”

“Okay” you kissed Desire with such love and gratitude towards him.

You couldn’t put into words the love you harvested for this entity, this man… you never knew how to address him. As you had never felt the comfort of truly being cared for, feeling like you were a priority to your loved one, but also feeling worthy of such love.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Small Vacations - Desire of the Endless Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Small Vacations

Pairing: Desire of the Endless X Reader

Word Count: 1,464 words

Warning(s): betrayal

Summary: Desire had a plan to fulfill when they discovered their brother was now missing. One very essential part of that plan was a dream that went by the name (Y/n).

Author's Note: This took too long for me to write.

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When Dream went missing, there was a shockwave sent through both the world of the waking and the world of the dreaming. Dreams ran, humans became sick, chaos started erupting.

I had refused to leave the dream realm.

Soon after Dream went missing, a woman fell under my care. Unity Kinkaid. She had been stuck in an eternal sleep when he went missing, leaving her completely in my care in the dream realm.

It was a few years into my care of Unity that I found myself in an all-red room. I looked around, confused about how I ended up there without ever trying to get there.

"Hello," I jumped when there was a voice behind me.

Someone was sitting on a red chair with a smirk on their face. Golden eyes, bright blonde hair, clearly more confident than anyone else I had ever met.

"(Y/n), right?"

"Who are you," I asked.

"You can call me Desire."

Their voice had this sultry tone to it that seemed to immediately put me on edge. I was tense.

I knew who Desire was in theory. The siblings of the Endless were no unknown. I just never imagined that I would ever meet any of them.

"I have to go back to the dream realm," I said. "I have someone in my care."

"Oh, is that all you do," they asked as they stood up. "Worry about nothing but the humans stuck in your realm?"

I didn't respond. As much as I didn't like how they explained it, that was what I was made to do. I couldn't worry about other things.

"Tell me, can a dream not have wants," they asked, stepping toward me.

"We are made to serve humans when they enter our realm."

I was nervous. Of course, I was nervous. Not only was I interacting with the embodiment of desire, but I wasn't usually the most social in general. Most dreams didn't interact. I had also made a habit to make sure none of the humans in my care interacted with me.

To put it simply, I had spent most of my existence alone.

"Many dreams left, didn't they? Your lord is gone now... you have nothing holding you there... maybe you could spend some time somewhere else... like here."

"I can't just leave," I muttered.

"Could I persuade you to take a small vacation," Desire asked.

"And do what?"

"Oh, (Y/n), so forward!"

I let out a shocked sound and was about to try to explain myself when they started laughing quietly.

"Shh, relax," they touched my upper arm. "That's all you need to do is relax."

They took another step forward. I thought I was going to genuinely vomit up my heart.

"You can say no, of course," Desire offered me the escape. The ripcord. Release the parachute and go home. "I won't force you to-"

I leaned in a pressed my lips to theirs as soon as the thought crossed my mind. I didn't want to risk overthinking it and backing out.

I pulled away a few moments later, studying Desire's golden eyes for any sign of regret. I didn't see that. I saw satisfaction. They pulled me closer to their body.

"Your wish is my demand, my darling."

I took a deep breath before nodding.

A low chuckle escaped Desire's lips before they pressed their lips to mine again.

This small "vacation" was going to be the best decision that I had ever made.

The decision was so good that I made those vacations a normal thing. Desire and I started a relationship. One that was more passionate and enchanting than anything that I had ever dreamed of experiencing.

If I could spend the rest of time resting next to Desire as they gently played with my hair and whispered sweet nothings to me, then I would be perfectly content.

I thought that we would have forever.

Even after Dream returned to the realm of the dreaming, Desire and I continued our relationship.

It was nice.

I never entertained the idea of being cared for so much. And now that I had it, I would do anything to keep from letting it go.

"(Y/n)."

I looked around as I suddenly found myself in front of Dream. I bowed my head for a moment before grinning at him.

"Hello, my lord, how can I help you," I asked.

"I have questions that require answers."

"Whatever I can do."

"How long did you overlook Unity Kinkaid during her sleep," he asked.

"A century," I answered. "I... I tried to keep her comfortable."

"When did you decide to let someone else into her dreams?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I didn't. I was the only one allowed to take care of them."

"Then, how did Desire get in?"

My heart sank. "What?"

"Desire infiltrated Unity's dreams and impregnated her," he explained. "She was meant to be the Vortex of this generation, but when she became pregnant, the title passed from her to her granddaughter. I would've spilt family blood."

I had heard stories of the Vortex. And what Dream was meant to do.

I had been told what happens when one of the Endless spills family blood.

"Why did you let Desire in?"

"I didn't," I said. "I never would. Please, you have to believe me."

"I should sentence you to the darkness."

I felt tears filling my eyes. "No, no, no. Please. I didn't know. I... just, wait, please... Desire summoned me to their realm not long after you were imprisoned. They offered me love and attention under the illusion that there was no price to pay. I didn't know that they were using me in such a way. Please... you have to believe me."

I held my breath, clenching my fists to my sides.

The pause before he spoke felt suffocating. "I believe you."

I let out a shaky breath before stepping forward and hugging him. "Thank you."

He awkwardly hugged me.

"I should go back to my work," I said as I stepped back. "The realm is returning to its full glory. I have people to look after."

I saw a grin pulling at his face.

"Goodbye, my lord."

"Goodbye, (Y/n)."

I walked out and looked up at the sky. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, silently calling out to Desire. The only way that I could get into their realm.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar red room.

"Hello, darling-"

"Why me," I cut them off.

They stopped, tilting their head at me. "What are you talking about?"

"Dream called for me," I explained. "A woman had been locked in a century-long sleep and got pregnant. The person the impregnated them infiltrated the dream realm through me because the woman had been under my care."

"That sounds terrible-"

"He told me it was you," I said. "I was fortunate that he could see that I had no idea what you had been planning and what you'd done. I could've been sentenced to the darkness!"

For the first time ever, I watched Desire's smirk fall. Like they were just now faced with a very real consequence of their actions.

"Was I that easy to trick," I asked.

"No," they shook their head.

"Obviously, you thought so," I snapped. "Kiss me a few times and I managed to let my guard down enough for you to somehow go take advantage of someone that I was meant to protect."

"Do you think that I'm so heartless that I would continue a relationship after my goal was achieved," they asked.

My jaw clenched.

"I started our relationship to obtain my goal, yes," Desire started walking toward me. "But I only continued it because I care about you."

"How am I supposed to trust that," I asked. "How am I meant to believe that you aren't telling me exactly what I desire to hear?"

There was a pause. "I suppose you can't."

"I- I need to get home," I muttered. "I have to make up for my mistake."

"Stay here," they begged. "With me. No Dream to answer to or humans to take care of."

I closed my eyes. "I can't just leave. Surely, you can understand that."

Desire looked down.

"I... I need time."

"I know," they nodded. "The door will be open for you. If you ever wish to come back."

I grinned a little bit. "Goodbye, Desire."

"Goodbye, darling."

The next time I blinked, I was back in the realm of the dreaming. My realm. I took a deep breath and tried to find my center of gravity again. I had work to do, people to take care of.

And now I could do that with no distractions.

Just as I was supposed to.

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Author's Note: Damn. Have I always been that bad at writing flirtatious characters?

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betyloca · 2 months

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Imagine: being a teenage human with super speed, being Desire's friend and meeting her dream brother.

Morpheus: who is he?

Pointing to Y/N who is running around the room.

wish: she is my friend y/n

looking at the girl

Morpheus: Why are you running?

Y/N: I have a lot of energy to burn.

desire: you get used to it over time

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roguelov · 2 years

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Unexpected Call

Summary: On a lazy weekend morning, you had finally decided to complete all the chores you have neglected through the week. However, a certain someone soon calls and brings their usual sinful fun with them

Word Count: ~2k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Heavily implied smut but no deeds (dirty talk, semi-public, alludes to oral receiving, mentions of masturbation, somewhat possessiveness)

MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY

Chore day.

A day where you’d rather lounge about in your pajamas and not think at all. It was one of, if not, the bane of your existence, however, tasks must be done. Tasks, which you’ll never admit out loud, you have been purposefully forgetting and all the while it continued to pile up and up. And now, it had to be done. Or it may never be.

Starting early in the morning, with the birds chirping, you worked throughout the day as the sun rose and slowly began to set. Your home was absolutely spotless, and a swell of pride and accomplishment surged through you. But, there was one more to-do on your list: grocery shopping. Which was how you found yourself in the store with a rickety cart and a loose wheel that steered the cart in the opposite direction you wanted. But, you could manage. You only needed a few items to get you through the week.

However, as you shopped, you drew other customers’ eyes. A quick double take. They simply couldn’t help it. Their curious eyes transfixed not truly on you, yourself, but on the expensive piece of jewelry hanging from your ear. A tiny heart shaped ruby, roughly the size of a fingernail, yet glimmered and twinkled the most sinful, deepest red imaginable. It swayed with every step and every twist of your head, dangling on a chain dripped with gold found only in the summer sun.

It was a symbol of your love. And in a way, a claim on you warning others to your other worldly lover.

Strangely, almost as if they knew others’ eyes were on you, they called in the midst of your busy day.

“Hello, my sweetness.”

A delicatible honey sweet voice purred in your ear. You jumped at the voice, but quickly recovered. Their laughter vibrated in your ear and throughout your body. They may not see you, but they definitely can feel you. Always connected, forever tethered over any and all realms. If anyone stared long enough, they would notice how the red ruby now glowed faintly, glowed as your lover spoke through it.

You exhaled slowly through your mouth, shaking your head. “Desire.”

“Sweetness, my heart,” they cooed, “oh, how I have missed you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. You continued to push your half filled cart down the aisle. Your eyes darted back and forth trying to catch any items you may need. “Oh, really?” You asked with a light teasing tone.

“Oh, yes.”

You snorted. “You are more than welcome to visit anytime, although currently I’m grocery shopping so it may not be up to your liking.”

“Out shopping, you say?” An innocent question which held dark intentions.

“Yes, shopping. I was running low on food, and a certain someone the other day said they would be visiting soon so I wanted to prepare a wonderful dinner for them.”

They chuckled. “I’m sure whatever you make will be lavish.”

You laughed as you continued to scan the shelves. “Still charming as ever Desire.” Your fingers skimmed over cans and boxes trying to find the correct brand. “But, what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“Can’t a partner call their significant other?”

“They can,” you plucked a box off the shelf and tossed it into the cart, “but you, sweetheart, always have ulterior motives.”

Desire’s lips curled into a wide wolfish smile. “I am simply wanting to check up on you, is that wrong? How’s my favorite mortal?”

You strolled down the next aisle. “Good, nothing new has happened, but you probably already know that.”

Desire always had their eyes on you. A fact you sometimes tended to forget.

“I may, but I wish to hear it from you.”

You swerved around a customer. “Trust me, you really don’t want to hear what I’ve been up to today.”

One being, you were on your hands and knees for hours desperately scrubbing away your bathroom.

“No, tell me.” Their voice was genuine. They honestly did care. Whatever you did, they were interested in.

You sighed. I’ll just omit the details. “Well, I decided today was perfect to do everything I’ve been neglecting all week. So, I did some cleaning, did a load of laundry, and now I’m out shopping like I’ve already said.”

“How fun.”

“Oh, yes,” your voice dripped with sarcasm, “it’s absolutely delightful. It’s all I ever desired.”

They chuckled.

“But, what of you? What have you been up to?” You asked.

“Oh, a bit of this and a little of that.”

You snorted. “Of course, how did I not realize that?”

Desire smiled. They truly loved your quips. Your quick tongue was one of the many reasons they fell in love with you. You were one of the few who could fire back against Desire, not allowing them to get away with so much. But, there was another reason. One only seen behind closed doors.

And the true reason Desire called.

Their lips curled into a devilishly smirk. Now is the perfect time. “But, I must admit, you are correct,” they started, and ever so slightly nudged the topic in a new direction.

You blinked, and faltered in your stride. “I am? Why? I mean I’m always right, but for what exactly this time?”

Desire couldn’t bite back their giddy smile. “I do have ulterior motives for this little call.”

“Ah,” you hummed, “and why is that? Have you found a new plan to torture your poor brother?”

“Oh no, it has nothing to do with my dear family, it has to deal with you.”

“Me?” You knitted your eyebrows together.

“Yes,” they purred.

Oh shit.

Immediately, last night rushed by in your mind. You froze in the middle of the aisle. Trying to keep your voice even and calm, you asked, “And why is that?”

“Oh, I believe you know.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Play dumb. “I don’t.”

You turned looking at the cans as other customers passed by. You desperately tried to appear busy and distract yourself from your wondering thoughts. If you were right then -

“I heard you last night.”

You flinched. The can nearly slipped through your fingers. “What?”

Shit. You were in trouble.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me,” they teased. “I heard you moaning out my name. If you were so needy, darling, then you could have called. I certainly would have answered.”

“I, uh, -“ your skin flushed as you fumbled to put the can back - “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Bother? Oh, darling, you could never bother me. I will drop everything to come to you, especially in your time of need.”

It was quick. Under the veil of night, locked behind your bedroom door, as you were touching yourself, their name to rolled off your lips. You didn’t mean to, but it happened. Naturally.

“I just needed a quick stress relief,” you countered. Yet, your voice betrayed you as it trembled a little.

Desire smiled. They knew you and your body perfectly well, they knew what strings to pull to make you sing. Over and over. “And could I have not helped?”

“Well, yes but -“

“Yes, and only yes, my sweetheart. Never doubt my devotion to you, I will come to you, always.”

You sighed softly. A smile tugged on your lips, believing it to be the end of it. “I know.”

A fool. Like a naive fly beckoned by the sweet aroma and landing on a beautiful flower, only to discover the carnivorous truth too late.

“I could have done so much for you, I could have made you forget all of your worries.” Desire played your first chord, drawing you in. They sighed dramatically, “Oh, how I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“Really?” You asked, unaware and somewhat ignorant to Desire’s true intentions. You mindlessly wheeled the cart through the last row of aisles, knowing you had most, if not all, of the items on your list.

“Yes, how could I not?” They mused. “I would kiss you with all the passion I can muster then pepper kisses all over your lovely face covering you in my lipstick. Just to show you a fraction of my love for you.”

You chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Desire had littered your body in lipstick, and you knew it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Then once I’m done kissing your face, I would move to your neck trailing my lips up and down until I hit that one spot no one else knows about, the one which causes you to squirm and whine.”

Your heart flipped. You tightened your grip on the cart, your body completely rigid. You whipped your head all around and thankfully found yourself alone in this part of the store. “Desire -“

“Yes, you would call out my name over and over.” Desire was utterly unfazed by your high pitched worried tone, in fact they quite enjoyed it. “I’d have you clinging to me as I bruised that pretty neck of yours.”

Your breath hitched.

Desire felt it: the pulse of your desire. It thrummed faster and faster as they weaved your spell over you. “I would have you begging in no time. I would map out your body with my lips, marking every square inch. I just need everyone to know who you belong to.”

You hunched over, pressing your forehead to the cool metal handle of the cart. Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. Images flashed, ones of old memories: Desire above you and caging you into your bed, their sinful lips running over your body, and their honey golden eyes watching as your body contort by their touch alone.

Fuck.

Your needs from last night had reappeared now unsatisfied and desperate.

“And who do you belong to, my heart?”

Your face twisted, unwilling to comply. You were in a public space. You didn’t need this now.

“Say it, sweet one.”

Oh, but they were hypnotic. A few words and you were about to crumble.

You lifted your head, and swiftly glanced around. No one, just you. “Desire,” you answered. “I belong to you.”

“Yes, you do,” they hummed, thrilled. “My favorite part is seeing those pretty lips of yours fall open as you sing out my name.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled. Your body buzzed as their words, their influence, followed through you. Desire, and desire alone.

“Ooo, and that too,” they chuckled.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

New images flashed: their hands tracing the curves of your body, their constant words of praise and encouragement, their platinum hair now skewed as you fingers tugged on their perfect locks, their face nestled between your legs and the wicked smirk plastered on their face.

Their voice dragged you out of your spiraling thoughts. “I want to see you draped over my silk sheets, your head buried into the pillows embarrassed as to how easily your body reacts to me. I want to see your bare body and all of its wonderful glory.”

Shit.

“Desire, please, I am in public,” you hissed, trying to recover some of your dignity.

As if they truly changed anything, as if you weren’t already conjuring what could be.

“Oh, now that would be lovely too, would it not?” They laughed. “I would love to show people who you belong to. I bet they would be absolutely jealous to be so close to a perfect being - my perfect being - and all they could do is gawk.”

Your face flushed. The idea of others watching was - was -

“But, I think I much prefer to have you all by myself.”

You shivered. Your breathing came out in short ragged bursts. Your skin was growing hotter by the second. The only solace you had was no one had come down this aisle, at least not yet.

“How are you feeling, darling? Are you unwell? You are unusually quiet,” they smirked.

“Desire,” you huffed out of frustration, “you know how I feel.”

“Then how about you come home? I’m already here waiting for you.”

You gripped the cart’s handle. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Don’t take too long or I may start to have fun by myself.”

#the sandman #the sandman smut #the sandman desire #desire #desire of the endless #desire x reader #desire x you #desire x gn!reader #the sandman imagine #desire imagine #gender nuetral reader #gn!reader #smut

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masonalexanderparkconfession · 2 years

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They are so cute! I just want to hug them so badly. Their smile makes my heart beat very fast. *blush*

Awn! Thanks to be the first to send a confession, Anon. And yes, they are! <3 I totally agree.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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I know you did a werewolf reader but what would a vampire reader with desire be like, who wants to feed on your infinity but is afraid of getting out of control after a blood of an infinity is intensely tempting and I taste a little if nsfw if you're okay ~this image your profile is a temptation and a feast for vampire reader~ thank you.🧛‍♀️🧛‍♂️

HEEY, Gonna try this vamp one hope you like it hehe

Warning: Blood, Murder, Desire being too sexy for their own good, mention of blood and sex. Switch Desire x Switch Reader

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Desire Dating A Vampire

When Desire found out there was a vampire in the waking world they were thrilled. because they were also immortal. soon Desire made it their business to find you.

They find you in an alleyway drinking the blood of another ignorant victim. Desire watched in awe as the victim looked as if they were in another place their mind clouded with needs and wants just from the bite of a vampire.

once you drained them of their blood you dropped the corpse to the floor before turning to see Desire standing there. "who are you." you asked walking closer as if ready to fight. Desire grins and spoke "My name is Desire" "what an odd name... it's best if you leave or I will take your life." this made Desire laugh which seemed to send shivers down your body. This person was different even though their scent was different it made you on edge. "oh please do it the way that poor man died in ecstasy makes me want to try it too I felt their needs and desires right before they died."

you thought they were crazy until you pounced on them wanting them to stop talking. originally you wanted to slit their throat however you suddenly felt the urge to bite them instead. what was this? why are you feeling this urge? "I make you want to do something even if you don't want to~ Go ahead and test out this theory I have" you leaned closer your fangs grazing their neck but what theory was that? you thought to yourself but you could help but hear their vein pulsing and wanted to now willing.

you bite them for the first time tasting their blood made your eyes snap open. what is this? it was different. it was a divine taste it made you want more and made you feel things. Desire groans softly holding you close and closing their eyes feeling the exact sensation that man felt it was truly an amazing feeling, like a drug that you can't help but try.

You felt like you were on cloud nine as you drank Desire's blood while you slowly thrust your fingers in them. They were holding you close as you drank their blood feeling the temptation this Endless was giving you. they moan your name softly over and over feeling themselves close to release and once they do you stop drinking their blood. ever since that night you longed for Desire's blood it was special and you wanted it. but you wanted Desire as well. so when you both finally got together it was always filled with romance, love, lust, and most importantly Blood. Desire helped you control the amount you take and how to stop. whenever you didn't think you could they would make you without touching you.

When Desire was on top thrusting into you hitting all the right places inside you they would purposely bite their lip hard enough to draw blood and kiss you deeply, you moan and suck on their lips. It wasn't long before you both came together.

"hmm it would seem my blood still have a very alluring effect on us love we should let you feed on humans for a bit" they suggested while kissing you softly on the neck before looking at you when you give a cute pout "okay fine but you can you go hunting with me," you asked smiling.

"of course, if that is truly what you desire then who am i to ignore it~" you smile showing your perfect fangs and Desire follows suit holding your hands in theirs.

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And there you have it i hope you liked it. Let me know any request you desire~

Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld,

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verawhisk · 6 days

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You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

#i just like to imagine how warm halsin must be. and how nice he must smell ^^#halstarion #modern au #... but theyre still elves hehe. happy little elves #halsin #astarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bloodhoney #bloodbear #my art #ppl are always like 'halstarion makes no sense' but all astarion desires is warmth and safety and who embodies that? exactly

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alilarew23 · 4 months

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it is so easy to shift your state - let's practice!

ok beloveds.

it is tiiiiiiiime for a little exercise.

i want you to imagine real quick what it would be like to truly be a master at manifestation. yes i know we know we are all masters because we are always manifesting but! i mean a master at conscious manifestation. like, you ALWAYS get exactly what you want in the quickest and easiest way possible no matter what. you just imagine something, decide what you're going to experience next, and boom, it shows up. faster than fast. ayeeee, you did that.

ok, so now that you ARE that person, what's your experience like? what's your way of being within yourself, within the world? you're probably super fucking relaxed, even playful. you probably never worry about anything at all because what would there be to worry about when you know you always get what you want? you probably hardly expend any mental energy on your "desires" because the second you desire something you just--beep boop--claim it as yours and, well, now that's taken care of! you're probably the most present and loving person anyone has ever known. you probably have everyone around you not-so-jokingly asking you to manifest for them (iykyk). you probably feel like god. but not god who's desperately trying to assert some kind of control over a supposed-"outer" world. no. god who knows I AM the world. I AM all. how fun.

how fun indeed, that you just shifted your (drum roll please) state of being!

did that feel good? did you like being that person?

all that took place in your imagination.

you went from being an imaginal self who was maybe stressing about manifestation, watching too many tiktok vids and reading too many twitter threads, affirming affirming affirming but at what cost, to being an imaginal self who--in an instant--already had it all. and therefore could just kick it and watch a show or eat some tacos or go candlepin bowling (my new obsession) without stressing at all.

if that felt good, why not practice being that person? by which i mean consciously choosing to embody that identity until it's so natural that it no longer needs to be a conscious decision because you simply ARE it.

don't attach anything to this. just try the state on as if it's a new hoodie and see how it feels, and if you like it--you prob will, it's pretty snuggly in here!--well, keep wearing it.

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solitaryearthperson · 1 year

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A Purpose

Summary: The reader summons Desire of the Endless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My name is-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So? What does that have to with-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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etherealkissed88 · 6 months

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thank you, your order has been placed

★ its yours the second you choose it

you order juicy couture pants and bags online. it says its coming in 3-5 business days. u chose/decided you have the juicy couture items by ordering it, therefore you know its already yours. so naturally, you think about how good the pants will fit you and imagine how the bag will complement your sexy fits. you are now in the state of the wish fulfilled. you want something -> imagine it + know its true.

okay so you already ordered the sexy clothes and you got confirmation from the “thank you, your order has been placed” which you saw after you paid for it online. so its now a fact that its coming. theres no reason to wonder “when is it coming” because its already done. when you are imagining how sexy you will look with the items you just bought, you are aware that its yours in the now. theres no question that its already yours.

you ordered (decided) the clothes -> you know its coming / you have it already (its done)

after you ordered it, will you start thinking “what if it doesnt come” and feel stressed because of fear? no. but it doesnt matter if you do have those thoughts or feelings because its inevitable that you will get it since you already pressed confirm when you ordered aka you decided its yours. once you decide on a desire in imagination, its set in stone and nothing in the 3d can change that (unless you allow it to).

1. choose your desire via any method or simple decision in imagination

once you have a desire, immediately give it to yourself in imagination. visualize it or affirm or script or whatever. remember you have the ability to choose because you are the only source of power in this reality

2. be the one who already has it in imagination

know that once you decide or affirm or visualize that its yours, it is yours. stay true to imagination & "trust the unseen". trust the law. know its done and that you already experienced it because imagining = experiencing

3. persist regardless of the 3d

anytime you think of it again, remember that you are the operant power aka imagination, which molds the 3d. this is why assuming it is in the 3d doesnt do shit because you should be assuming its in imagination while leaving the 3d alone since it will always change to match who you are being in imagination…always. persist in the assumption that its done, because it literally is. like online ordering, you know its coming/you know its yours even without physical evidence. you never needed physical evidence especially since imagination is what produces the physical evidence in the first place.

kisses, etherealkissed

#loassumption #loa blog #manifesting #edward art #neville goddard #consciousness #4d reality #3d #law of assumption #etherealkissed #master manifestor #desired appearance #desired life #desired reality #loa tumblr #imagine #imagination #imagination creates reality

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Heyyy I wanted to ask if you could write something about Desire where they and the reader are like sworn enemies but the reader almost dies/gets captured and Desire safes them?

(love everything you did about sandman so far btw)

The Endless Foe

Author’s note: The reader is based of the Egyptian goddess Maat, and this will be a female since Maat is presented as female in mythology.

Pairing: Desire of the Endless x Fem! Goddess reader

Warnings: description of violent scenes

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You had had many names over the centuries, as the Egyptian Goddess of truth, Justice and cosmic harmony, you appreciated balance above all things, after all that was your purpose and calling to humanity. You met the Endless in the 2000 B.C. As the Endless requested your help to neutralize an very dangerous vortex that was hiding in your kingdom, with all your power an immediate access to the vortex it took months of a really extensive and methodical plan, but the threat was neutralized, you all went your separate ways.

Desire and yourself hadn’t exactly “hit it off” on that first encounter and they got in your nerves, every single chance they got. Desire was the utter antithesis of what you represented, they were mischievous, tricky, had to always get their way and didn’t care who they might end up hurting in the end. In retrospect, it was natural for you to “repel” one another.

Over the course of time, Desire had made it their personal task to get under your skin till all the stars in the sky disappeared. Your kingdom had disappeared as the Egyptian civilization fell, keeping only the pyramids as a tangible reminder your glory days existed. Your true name “Maat” being recorded in history books along with many images your subjects did as a form of respect and worship.

Nowadays you were living amongst humanity as one of their own, fulfilling your propose, constantly grounding yourself and learning all kinds of things from humans.

You hadn’t seen Desire in over 3 centuries, which meant last time you saw them you the Ottoman Empire was still intact, and putting on a dress was a three to five people job.

He had appeared on your doorstep with the appearance of a male aristocratic looking to congratulate your husband Robert Walpole on becoming the first Prime Minister of Great Britain, you knew those unmistakable golden shimmery eyes like the back of your hand.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Desire as you dragged him into the main bedroom. He chuckled darkly at your irritation.

“Isn’t it indecorous for a respectable married woman such as yourself to have another man in her bedroom?” He taunted with a low husky voice, making your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger and nervousness. Even if he wasn’t one of your favorite people in the world per se, you couldn’t help but admit he had something alluring about his presence.

“I do not owe you any explanations, especially when you’re the one that invaded my home”

“I beg your pardon? Invasion you say? Baby… I was invited”

Your mind couldn’t help but wonder what the Endless was up to thinking about your last interaction, even when you wouldn’t say it out loud, you missed him.

“Hey Y/N could you help me with the stock back here?” Kaia, your coworker asked.

“Sure” you said following her inside the warehouse and as the lights seem to slowly fade away, you felt uneasy, something was off. But before you could say anything you felt a sharp object hit the back of your head with an incredible force.

You woke up abruptly, feeling cold and dizzy, your head was pounding as you took in your surroundings, you had no idea where you were, but a rattle followed your moves, and that’s when you noticed the shackles on your wrists and ankles, a heavy and long set of chains coming from them. The floor beneath you was humid and dirty, you were barely dressed and just as your mind was flooded with thousands of questions the door opened, showing Kaia.

“Glad to see you’re awake” she said.

“Kaia? What’s going on?”

“You really thought you could hide didn’t you? Maat?”

At the mention of your true name your eyes filled with surprise, confusion and fear. You realized then this wasn’t any unfortunate event, this was an orchestrated scheme to abduct you. You were a means to an end as Kaia seeked to possess your powers, saying you weren’t worthy of your gifts.

So, you became Kaia’s personal Guinea pig, she conducted all sorts of cruel experiments on you, taking out samples of your blood and tissue, while also putting you under stress to provoke your powers, you were constantly administrated unknown drugs to completely deprive you of your willpower and strength.

Your captors humiliated you in all possible ways, and no matter how hard you tried to escape, you would only cause yourself more pain as you were beaten up.

You laid on the floor after an awfully long day, you were covered in bruises and scratches, shaking in cold and fear, you were reduced to nothingness. Had no sense of time, aside from the growing sense of hopelessness that invaded your mind.

“Desire” you said in a whisper

“Desire, I need you” you pleaded, drifting away into unconsciousness.

At the sound of your voice, Desire turned around, puzzled as to why you were calling him. Out of all people, you were the one he least expected to hear from. Out of pure curiosity he attended your call, thinking you just wanted to mess with their mind.

But Desire wasn’t ready for what he would find when responding your call.

You were sickly pale and evidently weakened, Desire felt his anger boiling inside him, he was so used to seeing you glow and being so graciously collected that he couldn’t put into words the worry he felt when he found you in such fragile state. He ran to you, cupping your worryingly cold face.

“Maat” he spoke, your eyes barely being able to open. At the sight of those golden eyes you smiled weakly

“You came…” your voice broke, making his eyes water, relieved to know you still had some life in you.

“I’ll get you out of here, but first I need to take care of whoever did this to you. They will regret ever laying a single finger on you” Desire promised not being able to contain their anger, your eyes closed yet again, and he was thankful, because you wouldn’t approve their actions.

Desire made an example out of your captors, clouded by rage, he didn’t find amusing the way they screamed for mercy, how the room was tinted red. No, he had a mission to avenge you, this wasn’t about him, this was about sending a message to the world.

If anyone dared to touch you, they would deal with Desire. He would make them pay for hurting you.

When the punishment was done, Desire was covered in blood, his pupils dilated with indescribable emotion, and he returned to you, freed you from your prison and took you to his realm so you could recover.

Next time you regained consciousness, you were fully dressed and cleaned, you recognized Desire’s frame before you and he touched your face softly.

“Are you alright?” Desire asked with genuine concern

“You saved me”

“Your welcome”

“Why?” Desire looked at you intensely, taking a moment before responding

“Because eternity will be a hundred times more boring without you” he smiled.

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