#is that a foolish thing to want? that kind of intimacy? i don’t know

[afieldinengland]

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#i could do to be with my lover. not touching— please— i’m tired and drunk and in mourning. but to have my lover close nonetheless #is that a foolish thing to want? that kind of intimacy? i don’t know #intimacy without expectation. i’m fresh from worship so please don’t cage me in #but i want to lie next to you and meet your eyes occasionally. please #if that’s how love works. i smell of the stones and i ache and what i want to do is throw a fur over us with no expectation and be near you #herb wine anon forgive your satyr’s mumblings he loves you #.i hope you know what i mean

[dearly-dreaming]

•𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆•

Title: To worship a king.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!dream!reader.

Word count: 8003.

Warnings: Smut(18+ only - minors don’t interact) Oral (Male and fem receiving) unprotected sex(Remember to be safe!) Hair pulling, mentions of throat fucking, a little bit of angst and fluff.

Summary: You were Morpheus’ greatest creation and then you strayed from your purpose. You’re separated for a century and suddenly anger makes way for something else.

Author’s note: My first smut!!! Please tell me what you all think and if I should do more! I hope you enjoy and remember the gif isn’t mine!!!

•𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆•

18+ Only. Minors do not interact!

You were lustful, Morpheus had made you that way.

He made you for the dreamers that dreamt of fantasies so intimate or seemingly impossible that they could only live them within their sleep. He made you to be passionate, sensual and intense. He made you with the ability to see one's wants and pleasures.

You were lustful and you were content with that knowledge. You enjoyed travelling through dreams and partaking in the pleasure humans felt so strongly, you enjoyed the euphoria and ecstasy of sex.

In the beginning, anyway.

You adored being able to pick up only any wants and desires, you relished in your experience and you prided yourself in the way you would leave dreamers gasping and missing some foreign touch when they woke.

But you soon realised lust and love were two sides of the same coin.

Especially when you discovered you were in love with your creator, your king, Morpheus.

It was a slow process. You doubted you would have figured it out if you hadn't watched those who dreamed of love, an entirely different intimacy than you were used to. You saw their dreams of lovers and crushes and with sly words from a certain golden-eyed being, you realised you acted much the same.

You always longed to be beside your king, to impress him and have him look at you with those proud eyes. You wanted him to tell you things only you knew. You wanted to know his mind and body in a way no one else did. You wanted him to love in a way no one else did.

Though, of course, you knew your feelings were foolish. Unrequited was the word.

You were just his creation, after all.

So you silently stood by as your king took other lovers, Nada and Calliope for example, and you stood by his side as all of those relationships ended in tragedy. You never said a word, hiding away your jealousy so deep that he could never sense it.

It went that way for centuries, millennia, aeons.

You thought your feelings would crumble, how terribly wrong you were.

They only grew and grew and your longed and longed. You just wanted him to look at you, stare into your soul and make his home there. You just wanted to be loved the way that mortals were loved.

Was that so much to ask?"

At some point, it had begun to get too much and you took to avoiding your master whenever you could, biting your tongue when you were forced to be beside him.

You just wanted affection.

The type mortals had when they danced under the stars and kissed on their wedding days. You wanted to be loved unconditionally, to have someone stand by your side just as you had done with Morpheus all this time.

And with some words from another one of Dream's proudest creations - The Corinthian- who also wanted to experience humanity. You decided you would.

You needed to.

You would break if you didn't.

It had worked for the first six months. You had met a charming human by the name of James Calton and you were taken by him in an instant. He was kind and thoughtful and pushed Morpheus to the very back of your mind.

It was wonderful, he treated you like a queen, kissed you tenderly, and always wrapped an arm around you when you laid in bed together, bare and peaceful.

You were in bliss.

And then it all came crashing down.

You had been skilful in your secrecy, telling your king you were needed by some other dreamfolk but never specifying who. You made sure to run errands and do chores to make it seem truthful, deepening the lie.

Then one fateful day, Morpheus had decided to change his schedule -something you always worked around - and went to library, where you said you were working. He couldn't find you, so naturally he asked Lucienne and she said you weren't there. He went to find you.

You had been seeing James off to work.

"I'll see you later, dear," You smiled sweetly, the ribbon he had tried in your hair whipping in the wind.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"James grinned softly, patting his lips.

You laughed, blissfully unaware as you pressed your lips to his, relishing in contentment. This is what love was.

"Goodbye, my love," He hummed gently, slipping into his car and driving off.

Then, you turned.

And your heart stopped.

Morpheus was standing a little ways behind you, face darker than you'd ever seen it. He was furious, enraged, it burned in his eyes, searing. He took a step closer and you knew your punishment was imminent.

You ran.

You knew it would only make him angrier but you were terrified, you didn't want to die. You didn't want to be banished into the darkness, or thrown into hell like Nada.

The shadows distorted.

You sprinted as fast as you could, heart thundering, chest heaving.

You darted around a corner but he was already waiting for you.

A cry was wretched from your lips.

A flurry of sand surrounded you like chains, tethering you to your excution. You knew he was taking you back to the Dreaming. You would never see James again.

It was worth it, you couldn't help but think, at least you knew what love felt like.

When the cutting sand cleared you were in the throne room. Morpheus stood before the steps leading to his throne, eyes glitning, demanding you got your knees and begged for mercy.

You clenched your hands as his pericing glare snatched onto your skin, burning. You tightened your jaw, you would not speak first, you refused.

You didn't need to.

Morpheus glared at you, voice harmfully sharp, "Prancing around with humans?"

You flinched at his condescending lily, waiting for him to continue.

He did, "Why?" His voice was brutal and you remained silent, "Answer me."

You could not resist his imposing command, "I..."

He glared, stepping closer, "You what?"

You shuddered, taking a deep breath as you forced yourself to meet his eyes, "I wanted to know what love was like."

His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed into slits, darkening monsterously. He spoke slowly, danger rippling in his voice, "Love? You wanted to know what love was like? You are a creature of lust and lust only."

It was your turn to glare, "Why can't I be more!? Why can't I be allowed to love and want affection!? To wake up to someone every day!? To spend the rest of my life with someone who shippers to my soul!? Why am I not allowed to be something more than lust!?"

You were screaming now, breath ragged as you stepped forward, almost chest to chest with Dream, finger pointed, glower painted across your face.

You had already dug your grave, why not make it deeper?

"Come on, Dream King, answer me that," You hissed, barely realising how close you were.

Morpheus glowered down at you, words coming out as a snarl, "Remember your place."

"My place!?" You barked a rueful laugh, "My place has been beside you since the beginning! I was created before this realm! I have been with you through it all, not only have I doubted you or left your side, entirely loyal! And you want me to remember my place!?"

Tears were beginning to spring to your eyes.

Remember your place.

No, you refused to accept that, "I have stood next to you through all of your desicions and you will not allow me the joy of love!?"

"How dare you?" He snarled, "The joy of love? You know nothing of love, y/n."

You huffed, "Oh, really, Dream King?"

You draped to step closer, chest flush against his, faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned your face, and god's, how you had imagined being this close to him.

He did say anything, rage flaring furiously.

Grabbing his hand, you pressed it to your chest, where your heat beat erratically. You were far too gone now, might as well finally tell the truth.

You breathed, chest heaving harshly, "You created me. I am as connected to you as you are me. Can you feel it? The way I burn for every part of you."

His eyes flickered down to your chest, fixated on where his hand was pressed against it, feeling the intensity of your emotions. The longing, the desire, the passion and the love.

He clenched his jaw, wrenching his hand away as he forced out the word, "No."

Few could understand the Dream King's emotions and you were one of them.

"Liar," You spit.

And then you did the stupidest thing you had ever done.

You kissed Dream of the Endless.

You yanked him down by his coat, pressing your lips to his. Passionate was an understatement. His lips were soft, tasting faintly of berries and you found yourself wondering what the rest of him tasted like.

If this was your last moment, you were glad you finally knew what it was like to kiss him.

You expected him to push you away and banish you into the darkness.

Instead, he gripped your jaw, pressing your lips closer to his. His pace was bruising, the intensity of his kiss was burning. It was delicious and you welcomed the heat without hesitation.

You pressed closer still, groaning into the kiss when his other hand came to clutch at your neck. It kept you in the position he wanted as he slotted his leg between yours, something hard pressing against you.

A gasp.

You felt him smirk against your lips as he jutted his leg again, smug bastard.

His kiss made you dizzy with desire, intoxicated you. Dream consumed you in everything that he was, his bruising passion, his relentless onslaught of hypnotic kisses, his teasing brutality as he bit your lip.

Shit, why had you waited so long to do this.

Finally, he seemed to realise what he was doing and halted. His eyes were wide, pupils blown as gasped for are. His grip on your jaw and neck didn't loosen, in fact, they tightened deliciously.

Your chest heaved in time with his.

The words slipped from your tounge, "Are you sure you don't feel it, Morpheus?"

His eyes ignited and you knew his earlier rage just flickered back to life.

Never challenge Dream of the Endless.

But you refused to let him have the last word, even if meant furthering his anger.

So, you snapped forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.

There was a sway in your hips as you turned, sauntering toward the imposing doors, lips bruised and blushing. Smugness filled your veins as the king made no move to stop you, still in shock.

You relished in it. Someone had rendered Dream of the Endless silent for the first time. You grinned in pride.

Once you reache the doors you allowe dyour head to turn to look over your shoulders.

A smirk teased at your lips, words sharp and taunting, "No one else will be able to compare with me, Morpheus. No one."

And then you slipped away, leaving Morpheus wanting and arouses.

No one wounded the Dream King's pride and got away with it.

You knew that all too well.

Merely having delayed your punishment, you relished in your last moments of freedom because you knew once Dream got back with The Corinthian he would end you with ease.

But he never came back.

He and Jessamy went silent. You could only faintly sense her but it was like she could not sense you at all, the ability to travel through realms somehow ripped away from her. There was nothing you could do, you didn't know where she was.

The Dream weakened without it's master, walls began to crumble and everyone began to wither, their creator no longer fueling them with his power. Soon it fell to Lucienne and you to command the Dreaming, as best you could.

Neither of you gave up, search parties were sent out. Saint's, you had even tried to find Death and ask for her help. Nothing worked. And ten years into it, you felt it.

Jessamy had died.

That was when most gave up, if one of Dream's most trusted companions was dead then he was far beyond any sort of reach.

Then, with no one to control them, the nightmares ran rampant.

Some had run to Delirum's realm, she did love dreams, after all. Others went to Asgard or the Fae realm. Lots fled to the Waking World and you went with them.

You were terrified they would be harmed, unknowing of humanity's violence and the other creatures that roamed. You helped them settle, protected them and taught them, you spent most of your time doing it.

Perhaps as a distraction, the Dreaming was falling to pieces and there was nothing you could do. The truth of that fact settled in the day you had gone to visit your dear friend and she ran into your arms, sniffling.

Her library was gone.

It remained that way for over a century. Then, one day, there was a title on a newspaper that made you freeze.

Sleeping beauty wakes up.

The King was back.

And most ran back to the Dreaming without hesitation. Yes, they had grown comfortable in the Waking World but they had to hide who they really were. The Dreaminf was home and the thought of home was wonderful.

One dream, Daphe, had said to come with them, that once Dream had heard of how you helped them and protected them he would spare you. You laughed and shook your head.

You were going to be punished for involving yourself with humans. You were going to stay here until the end, head held high and true to your desire for love.

You were going to die so why not go out with a bang?

Literally.

You spent almost every night this month at a different night club, taking different people home, sometimes multiple at once. You were being what Dream had made you to be, lustful. He could not blame you for following your sole purpose.

That led you to now.

The lights were bright against the dark shadows, the smell of sweat, alcohol and sex familiar to you as you danced in the crowd. You were having the time of your life, grinding against random men and women, kissing in dark corners and participating in body shots.

Then, you saw it.

A raven, watching you from the window, flying away when it knew you caught it.

Morpheus was close, then.

You sighed, and wormed your way out of the crowd, twisting around the bodies pressed together slowly. The cold night air struck your skin smoothly. You shivered slightly, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to wear a dress with a plunging v-line made from a flimsy fabric that barely covered the curve of your arse.

Too late now.

"Who are you, cause I know you're not Jessamy," Your voice was calm, light and uncaring, hiding the truth well.

The raven flew down, settling on the wall beside you awkwardly, not used to the wings, "I'm Matthew. How did you know I wasn't Jessamy."

You snorted, "Because she's dead," Then a fond smile slipped onto her face, "And because she wouldn't fly away when she'd been caught, she'd just stare you down, almost as intimidating as the king himself."

"I see," Matthew hummed, "You and she were close weren't you?"

Yes, you were.

Ignoring the burn in your eyes, you lifted your head to the twinkling sky, "He's coming for me, isn't he?"

He paused, "Yes..."

Your shoulders dropped, "Alright,"

And then you began to walk away.

"Hey! Where are you going!? If you run it'll just make it worse! The dreams don't want you to die! Not Merv or Gault or Lucienne or the brothers! They want you to live with them!" Matthew cried.

You laughed then, "It's not running when he already knows where I am. I just need to do something before I am punished."

The raven didn't respond but you felt his eyes on you as you called for a taxi, telling the driver the address to your luxurious flat.

When you finally got to said flat you almost flinched at the silence. You almost allowed yourself to break down into tears, everything you had done, learnt and lived for would be snatched away.

But you would not leave those you had come to leave wonder where you had gone.

Cathy would be the first, she always forgot to buy something at the shops and came knocking to see if you had it. Sam would be next, the cheeky bastard bored and asking you out for a good time. Amelia would be last. Oh, dear Amelia. She was your favourite, king and thoughtful but always ready to call you out on your bullshit.

Your hands shook as you wrote the letters someone would eventually find, pressing a kiss to each of them. You silently wished that they got everything and anything they wanted in life.

Then, your poured yourself a glass of wine and stared out the window, waiting.

And then, you felt it.

He was silent, pulling at your soul just like he always did as he appeared in your flat, presence as strong and dominating as you remembered it.

You swallowed harshly, this was it.

You forced yourself to turn.

The breath was knocked out of your throat at the sight of him.

Gods, you had forgotten just how glorious he looked.

Chizzled chin, alabaster skin that would look perfect covered in scratches and hickeys, silver eyes so deep you could see the universe in them. he was demanding as a king should be but you noticed a difference. He had changed somehow...well-hidden was the haunted look in his eyes, the tenseness of his body and the quiver of his soul.

Your heart lept in your chest, wanting nothing more than to comfort as you did so many aeons before. When no one could see him and he could allow himself to relax with one of his oldest creations. When he was willing to rest his head in the crook of your neck and reveal his true feelings.

You spoke first, more of a whisper, really, "Morpheus."

His name felt heavenly on your tongue.

"Y/n," He murmured in response, voice deep and raspy, it rumbled with thunder and the heaviness of stars.

The silence was imposing. You couldn't bare it.

"Are you...?" You couldn't get the question out, your lips wouldn't let you, "How is the Dreaming?"

How is the Dreaming? How is Lucienne? How are you?

You knew he caught onto the silent message in your words, he always did, "The Dreaming is well. As you know I was gone for a long time but I have returned, stronger than I have been in aeons."

Your heart hammered against your chest, "I suppose I won't be getting a quick punishment, then."

He stilled, staring at you.

Then his eyes shifted to the side.

You followed his gaze. He was staring at the pictures on the wall, honouring the two people you had loved most.

This was going to make him angry.

Oh well.

You sighed gently, "That woman was called Eliza, we had a good relationship in the eighties before she realised I didn't age. The man was called Charles, I nearly married him. but..."

"But what?" He questioned sharply.

"But he wasn't you," You told him simply.

You were not ashamed, you would never be.

You loved Dream of the Endless.

But many had loved Morpheus and none had ever survived the flame of his passion or the fires that came with wounding his heart.

He did not respond, as prideful as ever. Not even bothering to acknowledge your confession or what happened the last time you were together.

Your lips prickled at the thought, they missed his lips on theirs.

You scoffed, "Why are you asking me questions? Is this some kind of scare tactic, to get me scared before you punish me?" You hissed, "Just fucking kill me."

His eyes darkened at the thought.

This was it.

Then he said something that shocked you to your very core.

"You are frightened of me," His words confused you.

Then a hollow laugh escaped your lips, "Of course I am! I know what happens to those who defy you. I know the fate that awaits me!"

"No. You do not," He didn't yell but it felt like he did.

You froze. At first, you thought your min was consoling you before you end or that it had already come. But it hadn't and you weren't dead.

Morpheus stared at you from the other side of the room, goldy features glimmering in the moonlight as he studied you intently. A shiver ran down your spine at his predatory gaze, arousal whispering in the back of your mind.

Gods, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him until his mark was all that was left on your lips.

"You're not going to kill me?" You gasped, carefully.

He nodded, "No. I will not do anything to you."

An elated laugh escaped your mouth, almost hysterical. Soul reeling in surprise. You sipped the rest of your wine, a smirk on your face as you sashayed forward, "When I am going to celebrate by having sex with the biggest orgy I can find."

You passed Dream.

His hand latched onto your wrist, firm as he forced you to still.

His words almost came out as a growl, "No."

"Here we go," You muttered, you were definitely treading down the wrong path but Dream had made you impulsive and who were you if not his greatest creation?

He stared down at you, gaze so heated you felt it in your chest, "I will not have you pleasuring mortals."

You glowered, "I'm being lustful. One second you're angry at me for wanting something more and the next your angry at me for doing what I was made to."

Morpheus' grip on your wrist loosened, only to tighten again as he spoke, "I am not angry at you. But I will not have mortals indulging themselves in all that is you."

"Why? Because I am nothing but a dream?" You snapped.

His gaze was piercing, words even more so, "Because you are my dream and mine alone.

You stared at him, wide-eyed. All words dying on your tongue.

"We will return to the Dreaming, "He told you not acknowledging his words.

You narrowed your eyes and wretched your arm from his grasp furiously, "No."

"No?" He spat.

Over a century had gone by and he was still surprised by how insolent you were. And by how strongly he reacted when you grew closer to him, the fabric of your dress seeming so easily tearable.

"No," You spoke firmly, "You can't just say that and brush it off. I won't let you."

Dream was quick to make your suspicion seem foolish as he scoffed lightly, forcing an offended expression onto his face. He glowered down at you, "Dreams should not indulge themselves with mortals. Your implication is wrong. You're wrong."

You huffed, daring to take a step closer, feeling the heat of his body welcoming you, "Really? Because I think..." You smiled slyly, feline eyes glinting, "You want to repeat what happened in the throne room. You want to grab my chin, kiss me so hard you leave bruises as you put your leg between mine, pressing closer and closer..."

You knew you were right. Not even the Dream Lord himself was immune to your powers. You felt it rippling off of him, waves of desire and want flowing over you deliciously. You wanted more.

He remained silent, glaring down at you as his nostrils flared, dark eyes shimmering dangerously. His jaw was clenched and his body tense, holding himself back.

He was Dream of the Endless, he would not be bested by one of his creations.

You grinned slyly, "You do..."

He glowered, "I am your king..."

"And a king deserves to be worshipped, does he not?"

You dropped to your knees.

Morpheus' chest heaved as he watched you, making no move to stop you, daring you, challenging you.

Well, the challenge was accepted.

Slowly, you trailed your hands up his legs, sliding them toward the buckle of his belt, never moving your eyes from his own. You paused for a moment, letting him take in the sight of you, kneeling before him, hands grasping his belt.

You were letting him decide if he wanted this.

He made no move to stop you.

You smirked.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, skilful as they moved swiftly. You relished in the clink of the metal clasp as it fell to the floor beside you, a sharp noise in the tense silence. Easily, you pulled down his slacks, a sultry look glimmering in your eyes.

He shivered against the cold of your nails as you gently scratched up his bare legs, teasing around the band of his underwear, tight around his quickly hardening dick.

You saw the look in his eyes, silently demanding you stop your teasing.

You obliged without hesitation.

Hooking your fingers around the band of his underwear you pulled it down, finally daring to break your gaze.

A sound you had no idea you could make slipped from your mouth, barely above a whisper as your eyes fixated on his dick. It was lengthy and thick, as dominating as the rest of him was.

You shivered in delight.

Slowly, you lifted your hand and glided it across his cock, memorised. A sound escaped Morpheus' lips and a fire ignited in your chest, you wanted to draw every sound he could possibly make out of him.

His eyes were dark, intense with want when you looked at him, containing to run your hand along his erection. You delighted in how his muscles spasmed, his entire body racing to your slightest touch.

If he reacted this way to your hand, how would he react to your mouth?

You needed to find out.

You refused to break eye contact as you opened your mouth slowly, lips parting delicately. You quickly guided his cock to your mouth, lips fitting around the tip smoothly.

Morpheus' hand gripped the marble counter, fixated on the way your lips wrapped so perfectly around him.

So very perfect.

You took more of him. Slowly swiping your tongue along the base of his length. He shivered against you, pressing further into you. You smirked, moving so that all of him was in your mouth. A quiet groan escaped his lips, pretty and pink.

You wanted more sounds, louder sounds.

You bobbed your head once, twice, before you only had the tip of him in your mouth, tongue swirling against it. He stared at you, wide-eyed, drunken on pleasure, waiting for you to move again.

But you wouldn't, you wanted to draw everything out of him.

He groaned softly, knowing so well what you wanted.

"More," He grunted, "Give me more, y/n."

You lifted away only to say, "Yes, my king."

And then you fit him into your mouth in one go.

Morpheus hissed.

Your pace was quick, tantalizing as your tongue ran along every sensitive part it could. You relished in the darkness in his eyes as he watched you take him so very well. The shakiness in his breath delighted you. The heave in his chest excited you.

Dream of the Endless was falling apart because of you and you alone.

One of his hands was gripping the counter, the other tense, unsure of where to go. Quickly, you grabbed it and guided it to your hair, staring up at Morpheus with a siren's eyes. And you were a siren, drawing him in, intoxicating him like you had been doing for aeons.

He let his hand rest there for a moment. Then you licked the underside of his dick and his hand tightened into a fist, yanking at your hair as he groaned, becoming breathless so very easily.

You moaned at the stinging sensation.

Morpheus gasped, whined, and bucked into your mouth.

His dark eyes shimmered, "Again."

You moaned around him again, and he bucked into you again.

You could see it, Morpheus was chasing his high, pleasure streaming strongly through his veins, desperation clawing at him for release. he was losing himself to pleasure, consumed by you.

You took your head away.

Morpheus' chest heaved, slight confusion breaking through the haze of desire. He did not dare say a word, waiting for you.

You smiled prettily.

"Do you want it?" You hummed, "My king."

A raspy groan escaped his throat, and his hand tightened its grip on your hair, hypnotized by all that was you.

Yes, the answer was.

He wanted it all.

He wanted you to pleasure him then he wanted to make you fall apart over and over again until you knew nothing but his name. Until it was the only thing you could say. Until your body only knew his touch.

He wanted your legs around him, whines falling free from your pretty mouth as he thrust into you, arms desperately clinging to his shoulders, gasping his name. Morpheus.

Fuck, he wanted that.

His voice was deep, intoxicating, as he yanked your hair, eyes dark, "I am your king and you will please me."

You shivered, he was ordering you.

"Yes sir," You were a dutiful subject and would give anything he so desired.

A sound akin to a growl tore from Morpheus' throat instantly. he bucked his hips, using you just how he wanted to, chasing his release. And, fuck, was he chasing it. He grew louder and louder, moans echoing in the quiet, making your core burn for him.

You bobbed your head fervently, desperate for your king to spill into your mouth, to still in his euphoria, sweat coating his skin. Gods, you wanted it.

"Yesyesyes..." He panted, midnight hair clinging to his forehead.

He was so close.

You groaned against him, eyes unable or willing to break contact.

The hand that had been gripping the counter come to your cheek, brushing against your brow as Morpheus gasped, "Keep going, my dream. Make your king cum. Make your king cum."

Oh, fuck.

His sharp breaths filled the air, almost overpowering the sound of your pretty lips sucking his cock.

Suddenly, he became breathless, the loudest groan you had ever heard flying from his lips.

And he was cumming. Hard. Harder than he ever had before.

his grip on your hair kept you from moving, not that you wanted to. You wanted every last drop, every part of him. Morpheus' head was thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream, eyes screwed closed.

Gently, your hands ran up and down his legs, slowly drawing him from his high.

His chest heaved again and slowly he looked down at you, eyes glimmering like blown stars. His grip on your hair loosened, his other hand tenderly stroking your temple. You leaned into it openly, you would always accept affection from him.

Slowly, you pulled away, letting his length fall from your mouth with a delicious pop, Dream following your every move. You refused to break eye contact as you swallowed.

His eyes widened, the hand tracing your face gliding toward your lips, silently demanding that you open them. You did so. A quiet gasp fell from his divine mouth, you had swallowed it all. His eyes shimmered.

"Did I please you, my king?" You questioned both teasingly and not.

And suddenly, Morpheus was yanking you up, not allowing you time to blink as were pressed against the cold, marble counter.

You barely had a chance to gasp before his lips were on yours.

You met him with equal desperation. Aeons of pining and a century apart mixing together. You had missed one another dearly, more so than either of you realised before now.

He bit your lip teasingly, tongue battling with yours for dominance that you easily gave up. It was easy to become undone for the King of Dreams and you'd do it whenever he wanted you to.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you jumped onto the counter, pulling him flush against you as you continued to kiss his blushing lips, memorising his taste. Berries, just like the throne room.

You moaned into his mouth, one hand tangling itself in his soft hair and the other desperately gripping his shoulder, his very bare shoulder. You forced yourself to break the kiss for a mere moment and looked him up and down, all of his clothes were gone.

You felt him smirk against you.

You relished in it, whispering in his ear, "Now that's a trick I like. Clothes can be such a nuisance."

A raspy chuckle came from him, bright eyes dark, "Not in this case."

And then you felt his hands on your thighs, "Would you rather my fingers or my tongue?"

"Fuck..." You murmured, shivering, "I want both."

"Then you shall have both," He hummed and with startling ease, your underwear was ripped off and it went straight to your core, pulsing.

Teasingly, his fingers ran across your thighs, drawing closer and closer to the place you wanted him to touch you most. You arched into him, desperate.

A sly grin made its way onto his lips as he darted toward your neck, latching on with a fierce kiss. He'd litter your neck in marks, and the whole of creation would know you were his.

He did not allow a word to escape your lips, one of his fingers twirling around your clit and the other slipping into your soaked heat with ease.

"Morpheus!" You cried with a whine, bucking into his hand.

You felt him smirk against your skin and were suddenly reminded of your earlier thought. His moonlight skin would look even more delicious when it was covered in your marks.

You were quick to pepper kisses to his jaw than his neck and when you came to his ear you got a very interesting reaction indeed.

He tensed, a gasp escaping his lips.

You didn't hesitate to bite it, kissing it teasingly.

Morpheus retaliated. Another finger drove into you, curling and twisting so perfectly you could already feel your high call on the horizon.

And then, he pressed against that spot of nerves.

You moaned, gripping his hair tighter as your chest pressed flush against his, "There."

He lifted his head from your neck, eyes teasing as he pressed against that spot once more, watching in fascination as you whined, "There?"

He pressed against it again.

You cried out, "Yes! Right fucking there!" Your forehead fell against his, "You're going to make me cum."

Suddenly, he stopped. You gasped in upset.

He gazed at you, wonder-struck, he had created you and yet all of these expressions were new to him. He wanted to see all of the expressions you could make.

He slowly pulled his fingers away and up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. You watched, hypnotized. He groaned quietly at the taste of you on his tongue, desperate to have more.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

And he dropped to his knees.

"Morpheus!" You gasped in surprise.

Dream of the Endless never kneeled for anyone.

Your hand came to grip his milky-white arm. It was wrong for a being such as him to kneel before one of his creations, a mere fragment of his power.

His eyes shimmered, taking a softer shine as he felt your emotions course through him.

Gently, he lifted your hand, staring up at you intently, "You are far more than my creation, y/n. Far more," His voice dropped, "Now, please don't stop me again."

You shivered, hands coming to grip the counter.

Morpheus smirked, "So good for me."

Then, he hiked your legs over his slender shoulders. And, fuck, his face was framed so perfectly in between them. Dark hair was swept across his forehead, dark eyes glittering brighter than the universe, and dark desire painted his lips.

The king didn't hesitate.

His tongue licked a strip along your folds and you gasped. Bloody hell. His mouth came to tease around your clit, sucking and slurping, eliciting sounds unknown to you from your lips. Your legs closed tighter around his head, forcing his face closer to your heat.

You felt him smirk against you and you shivered. Eyes seared in amusement. Oh, how he loved the way you fell apart for him.

Suddenly, he delved in.

Skillful was his tongue as it caressed you, licking every sensitive spot it could as your taste spilt down his chin. He could care less. He relished in it. To him, you were greater than anything else, he would never tire of you, he would want you for all eternity.

He could imagine it now, his tongue making you writhe on his thrown as he pleasured you. His tongue igniting something in you as you struggled to keep quiet in the halls. His tongue making you cry out as you cum over and over again on his bed.

Those thoughts fueled him. His tongue moved faster, the slurping noise so sinful growing deliciously louder.

You yelped in delight rutting against his face.

He rose a brow and his arm came up to hold your hips down, forcing you still for him. You whined at his pace, you had never felt euphoria as strong as this.

Morpheus was a god, greater than a god and he was yours.

You could feel your release coming.

"You're so good," You just managed to gasp, fixated on him, "So, so good. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum just for you, my king."

His eyes glinted.

He continued fervently. Whines spilt from your mouth like prayer as you grew further and further consumed by Morpheus. Fuck, the man knew how to use his tongue.

Your chest heaved, hands struggling to grip the counter as your body flooded with pleasure.

You were so close. So fucking close.

And then you were cumming.

The air was knocked out of you as your body shook with the strongest orgasm you had ever had. A broken whine fell from your lips as you fell apart against Morpheus, only aware of the delicious warmth of his body and the tantalizing chill of the counter.

The king, like a starving man, lapped up every drop of your release, almost cumming himself because of how divine you tasted on his tongue.

Softly, his hand came to clutch yours as he pulled you down from your high. Slowly, his tongue swirled around your heat, drawing you back into reality.

Through hooded eyes and a bleary mind, you gripped Morpheus' hand tighter, chest heaving as you stared down at him. His regal cheekbones glittered with the light of the moon, his eyes glimmered like galaxies, and his lips formed into a proud smirk as he admired his work.

A harsh kiss was pressed to your inner thigh, his teeth biting into your skin, marking you. You whined and a soft, caring kiss followed after.

"Come here...please..."You gasped breathlessly.

Morpheus followed your request without hesitation.

You sighed and your arms carefully came to wrap around his slender shoulders. He moved closer, the ridge of his nose brushing yours, gliding along your cheek as he swept some hair out of your face.

"I missed you," You whispered, almost hesitantly.

Morpheus' eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes like strands of the night sky as he murmured, "And I missed you," His forehead pressed against yours, "Come to the Dreaming with me."

It was a request, you realised. He was not ordering you.

"I will," You spoke softly.

Then you grinned mischievously, pressing closer to him.

Your lips found the shell of his ear, voice a tantalizing whisper, "Is that where you will have me?"

He shivered against you. Bright eyes darkening once more with lust, "I will have you everywhere. On my throne. Against the halls. In my chambers. But at this moment I cannot wait. I will have you here, now."

You giggled, "My bedroom's down the hall."

Morpheus smirked, hands coming down to tap your thighs, silently commanding you. You jumped up. His firm hands gripped your legs, pressing you as close to him as possible, groaning quietly in your ear.

And suddenly, it was impossible to be apart from him.

Your lips were acting fervently, pressing desperate kisses to his as he skilfully walked the two of you to your bed where he would ravish you entirely. Your lips attack his neck, playfully biting his ear as you sucked hickeys into his creamy white skin, the redness a beautiful contrast.

You were so consumed by kissing him and he, you, that neither of you realised you had made it to your bed. You fell onto it, Morpheus easily hovering over you with wonderous, intense eyes.

He looked godly. He looked perfect. He looked like your dream.

Your hand brushed his cheek, "You're beautiful."

His hand caught yours and he pressed the softest of kisses to your palm, "And you're enamouring."

Your heart fluttered. Your hands grasped his shoulders, slowly drifting along the curve of his collar-bones and then to the hardness of his chest.

He allowed you to feel him, slowly lowering himself to whisper, "I want your dress off, now."

"So demanding," You teased.

"I am a king," He rose a brow in response, hands easily gripping the hem of your dress and tugging it off your perfect body. As soon as your dream was thrown into a random corner, Dream's eyes darkened as he studied your body, entirely bare.

You smiled at his expression smugly, "You created all of this, Morpheus. Moulded me, shaped me, it's all yours."

"Yes, it is," He murmured, lips stealing a kiss from you, "And I will take it."

A fire burned in your stomach, igniting in your core as you stroked his length, hard once again. You lifted your head, lips brushing against his, "Then do it."

Morpheus' eyes darkened and with a speed only he possessed, your legs were hooked around his waist and he was hovering over you once more, caging you in his arms.

You shivered in delight.

He groaned lightly as one of his hands stroked his cock, easily lining it up with your burning heat, teasing you. You whined as his length ran across your folds, twirling around your clit, not yet filling you.

"Don't tease..." You gasped, desperate.

He smiled, amused, "Very well."

And the tip of his dick pressed into you.

You flung your head back, and a silent sound escaped your lips as your chest heaved. Fuck, if that's how his tip felt you couldn't wait to know what the rest of him felt like.

Your hands gripped the sheets, tight enough to tear them.

"Look at you," Morpheus' voice rumbled like lightning, "I've barely entered you and you're already a mess."

"Only for you," You mused, "Unless you would like me to tell you about my other--"

A whorish moan flood from your lips.

Your back arched.

Morpheus was inside. All of him.

A swear fell from his lips, an ancient language you know only faintly, and fuck, did it sound good. It was almost as good as how full you felt, how he stretched you so deliciously, how you fit him so fucking perfectly.

Morpheus' chest heaved as he reeled from the pleasure of having you squeeze around him, consuming him, taking him in a way no one else ever could.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails gripping his skin hard.

He shivered, fuck, he enjoyed that.

"Fuck me," Gasped, breathless, "Fuck me, Morpheus."

The god of a man chuckled above you, "Such a demanding little thing."

He didn't let you respond, bucking into you slowly, intensely.

You moaned, loudly.

"Now, now. You wouldn't want to disturb your neighbours, would you, my dream?" He ground against you, eyes glinting mischievously.

Your nails scratched up his back, eliciting a sound from him as you spoke, "I don't give two shits if they hear us, I just want you to fuck me."

"And I will," His voice was husky, deep with lust, "Until you know nothing but my name."

You didn't get a chance to respond to that. Dream's hips rutted deeply against yours, fucking into you perfectly. His thrusts were powerful, waves of pleasure shooting across you as he set his pace.

And fuck, it was brutal.

his body snapped against yours. Your headboard banged against the wall. You couldn't think of anything but him. He was relentless, fucking you so deeply the sound of slapping skin almost overpowered your moans.

You had never moaned so loud, body powerless against his body and will. You'd do whatever he wanted. Anything he wanted.

Morpheus' strong hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises and you welcomed his mark on you. Your nails scraped along his back. Tangled themselves in his hair as you whined and moaned.

"No other being can make you feel the I way do," He hissed in your ear, a king, as he hammered into you, "No other being will ever be able to have you the way I do. No one."

You nodded feverishly as his body rocked against yours, "No one. Only you. Only fucking you."

"That's right, my dream. My y/n," Morpheus moaned, gripping your legs tighter, pulling you closer, fucking you deeper.

You wanted to speak but words could not escape your mouth. Whines fell from your lips instead, loud and free as you arched your back.

He was too good. Dream was a passionate lover and you fucking loved it.

"Possessive," You just managed to gasp.

"Entirely," He smirked breathlessly.

You could feel your high storming toward you, faster than any orgasm before and you chased it. You bucked against him, somehow managing to match his impossibly animalistic pace as he fucked into roughly.

Your hands desperately clutched his shoulders.

He lowered his body, pressing it flush against yours as he groaned against your skin, "Are you going to cum, my dream? Are you going to cum with your king? Are you going to cum with me?"

Oh, fuck yes.

You frantically nodded your head, "Inside."

The thought of him leaving you now almost made you want to cry. You wanted him inside of you, wanted him to still against you as his cock twitched and he cummed.

Morpheus groaned, "As you wish."

You whined as loud as possible, body wrapped tightly around him as he fucked you. He filled you so deliciously, so perfectly. No one else could ever compare. You were almost screaming in pleasure now, consumed by your king.

You were on the verge, so very close.

"Morpheus," You whimpered.

Morpheus' head burrowed into the crook of your neck, lips flush against your skin as he panted a mantra, "Mine."

Your head pressed against his neck in response, lips brushing over the shell of his ear, "Yours. All fucking yours. Just like your mine."

He nodded erratically, barely able to collect a thought, drunken on the pleasure you gave him. So strong and unlike anything he had ever felt before, he was addicted.

His breaths were shallow, "Yours. All yours."

His hips canted against yours, both of you desperately chasing the releases that were riding toward you. He fucked you ferally, pace bruising and grips even more so, you loved it.

So close.

You pressed feverish kisses to his skin, gasping breathless breaths.

So, so close.

His face buried into your neck, moan wrenching from his lips.

And you shattered.

Your mouth opened into a scream of his name, "Morpheus!"

Your orgasm ripped through you. Stronger than anything before. Better than anything before. Morpheus' cum filled you as he nested deep within, groan filling the air.

You were floating, disconnected from reality, only aware of Morpheus and his touch.

Your chest heaved. Eyes wide, blurry. Mind dizzy with ecstasy. The delirium of desire easily consumes you.

Morpheus' voice rang deeply in your ear, "I have you, my dream. I have you, y/n."

And he did have you, body flush against yours, one hand still gripping your hip as the other reached forward, pulling your hair out of your face as he tenderly placed his forehead against yours.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting his intense ones. They shone like creation, burned with passion and seared with something deeper. Something much deeper.

Your breath hitched.

The only sounds between you were your heavy breaths.

Morpheus pressed his forehead further against yours, nose and lips brushing against yours as he stared at you deeply.

His words were soft, slow, almost hesitant.

"I love you, y/n."

Your heart warmed, an uncontrollable smile spreading across your face.

You giggled lightly, "And it only took you almost all of existence to say it."

His pout was adorable.

Your hand came to cup his cheek, lips almost flush against his, "And I love you, Morpheus."

He pressed his lips to yours fervently, two souls separated no longer, finding their homes within each other, just like the fates decided it would be long ago. And Destiny, of course.

For the first time in a long time, Morpheus, the King of Dreams, Dream of the Endless was completely and utterly awake.

And he never wanted to be away from your side again.

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[levmada]

Your Levi scenarios give me life. Imagine how flustered canon!Levi would be the first few times you show him that you want him

he'd be shocked. flabbergasted, even. give him any compliment whatsoever and he’s quick to stutter out a bitter sarcastic quip but in reality? he’s mush in your hands. compliment a shirt he wears once (i think we all know this shirt) and he’s going to be wearing it more often around you and even take a touch of pride in the fact that there’s something about him you like enough to point out.

(why did i break my heart typing that)

you want to spend time with him? join him in something as mundane as a shopping trip? why?? do you not think he’d buy the right things?? he’s not oblivious but a little in denial. it seems almost too good to be true to him.

do not get me started on… omg. the way you kiss him like you want to drown in him just sends his mind in a tailspin. and you know what?? he didn’t know how starved he was to be wanted in a sense than when he first got a taste.

he begins to do anything you need done without asking. he spots the way you like your coffee made? one day you’ll roll out of bed with a steaming cup set on the counter for you. errands? don’t worry about it. he’ll do your laundry, hang it out to dry, and fold it for you. doesn’t matter. i feel like Levi has never fallen in love and he has loved few people so when he falls in love with you, it’s over for him. you get his full attention anytime you want it - in his aloof, abrasive, awkward Levi-way.

side note you didn’t specify if this is virgin!Levi but I read ‘first time’ SO. he gets turned on so easily idc. it’s not even anything he’s in control over and that’s was distresses him. Levi doesn’t know anything about that kind of intimacy, but he knows about boundaries and he doesn’t want to upset you while you’re innocently cuddling in bed and he gets hard by your sheer proximity yk.

little does he know.

when he himself is comfortable having you all over him, you notice he’s getting hard and you’re not even losing your breath yet. there’s nothing Levi can come up with to say, but luckily he doesn’t have to because you slam your lips together before even puts together a word :’)

when you’re doing as little as feeling each other up through your clothes, swapping tongue so heavily that every few moments someone has to separate for a half-second to get air…. just that, and he happens to feel through your panties how wet you are? how much you want him?? fjfjejjsjfjdjs

okay more than a few times but u get the gist

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[simlit]

Judine 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 12, 18, 22, 25

What architectural or design aesthetic would best suit them?

oriental; I think Judine works best in his canon elven aesthetic. The only equivalent to this in the real world, in my opinion, is the architecture and layout of traditional Chinese and Japanese homes and temples, with their walled courtyard, gardens, and indoor-outdoor features: one | two | three

What character from myth or fairytale best represents them?

The Most Foolish Traveler in the World; I heard of this story from the anime Fruits Basket, but I’ve seen online that it might have origins in Buddhist stories (I can’t say for certain, there is likely similar stories/fairytales like this but I don’t know of any). The story goes that the traveler was so kindhearted and generous, that he was constantly fooled wherever he went. People would tell him all sorts of made up stories and lies, saying things like “please, spare money for medicine, my son is sick” and always the traveler would agree, smile and say “I wish you happiness”. He gave away his money, he gave away his clothes, his shoes, until he wandered naked into the woods. There he met goblins who wanted to eat him, and so they told him a story to trick him until he allowed them to devour his body. I think, in the same way, Judine is a terrible fool. He’s foolish because he is genuinely kind, and can be easily tricked by those around him, because he will never refuse them. He’s the epitome of the fault of being too nice for your own good. And yet he remains so, no matter how others may hurt him. You can find a better/full recounting of the story here.

If your OC was a character in a novel from literary canon (doesn’t have to be western canon), who would they be?

Melanie Hamilton Wilkes | Gone with the Wind; I had to reach to find an ultimately virtuous character in literature. Apparently, I haven't read many books about stereotypically "good" people. But actually, Melanie is a great example because of how much I never liked her lmao. I didn't like her as a child, the first time I saw GwtW, and I still don't really like her 25 years later. But I can at least appreciate her somewhat. I think Judine had a very similar trajectory to Melanie, having been generally well-liked his whole life and outwardly popular, even if behind closed doors people were envious and hated him out of jealousy. Melanie's personality always bothered me because in being good, she was often naive, and only skated by on the fact that others respected her too much to be cruel. I think Judine, like Melanie, often knows the true hearts of those he interacts with, and even meeting evil people, greets them with forgiveness. In the end, Melanie is an all-around self-sacrificing person, and gives to much too the point where she loses her life. In the same way, I think Judine foolishly puts others first. But inevitably, I think Melanie is the stronger person, as she was capable of making the difficult decisions Judine often shies away from.

If your OC could meet any historical or past figure, whether in the real world or in their own canon lore, who would it be and why?

The first kings of Kehl’Lorrania. He’d want to meet his forebearers and learn from them how to be a better sovereign, but only because he doesn’t know the depth of their corruption. 

If your OC were to live in some other time period, which era would they be best suited for?

Regency; the era of gallantry and romance. As I imagine him in most eras as one of those obnoxiously philanthropic socialites who uses his social status to guilt other nobles into being excessively charitable.

What is their character theme song and why? If it has lyrics, which line best fits them?

“Go Do” - Jonsi

What is one thing that they only let those closest to them see?

His intimacy. Judine is open with all other feelings, but he absolutely only shows those private romantic displays to Anora.

What is some advice or guidance they received that had a big impact on their lives or outlook? Was it a positive or negative impact?

One of Judine's biggest faults is letting others have too much sway over him. Whether that guidance is well-intended, or malicious, he considers other's opinions. He wants to be fair, to be open and listen to different points of view, but in doing so, leaves himself vulnerable to manipulation. Most advice came from his father, and despite knowing the sort of person Aseris was, he still struggles not to paint his perspective with that tainted brush. Maybe the most impactful thing he's heard, which wasn't intended as advice at all, but he treated it as such, came from Taryn, who told him he was weak to let himself be controlled by circumstance. Since then, Judine has actively tried to control his own destiny, more than being controlled by it.

Which “tortured artist” does your OC share the most similarities with?

None. Judine is the antithesis of a tortured artist lol.

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[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 25: Word: Lips | Setting: Underworld

IT’S GENE’S BIRTHDAY!! I swear the prompt theme lined up PERFECTLY~ This is gonna be fun~ >3

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Vinnie had been seeing Gene for a few weeks now, and he was falling in love. But Gene was so mysterious. He never talked about his personal life. Never showed where he lived, where he worked, not anything. It made Vinnie start to worry. Was he hiding things? Dangerous things? Should he even bother asking? Vinnie sighed. Maybe..he would open up to him more when they saw each other.

That evening’s date went the way they usually did. Gene took Vinnie to an expensive restaurant and paid for everything he wanted, then Vinnie would take Gene back to his place for some incredible sex. Gene always seemed to have an endless supply of stamina. They would fuck until Vinnie was absolutely exhausted. After Gene would gently take him into his arms and hold him while they slept. On that particular night however, Vinnie couldn’t sleep. He still had way too many questions. He turned to face Gene and stroked his cheek. “Can we talk..?” 

“Still awake? I must be losing my edge. I’ve usually put you to sleep by now~” 

“I would be asleep if my mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute.”

“What’s the matter?” 

“Who..are you..?” 

Gene chuckled. “What kind of question is that? You know who I am.” 

“Do I?” 

“Vinnie. What is this about?” 

“Why won’t you answer me? I want to know who you are. Who you really are. We’ve been dating for nearly a month and I barely know anything about you except your name.” 

“And that I’m the best lover you’ve ever had~” 

“This is serious, Gene. If this relationship is going to go any further..I want to know the real you. Is there..something you’re afraid to tell me..?” 

Gene fell silent. As he looked away, Vinnie could swear he saw his pupils glow red. “Who are you, Gene..? Are you..even human..?” 

“When I choose to be.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Do you wish to know me? What I truly am?” 

Vinnie swallowed the lump that was rapidly forming in his throat. Now that he was this close to finding out everything he wanted to know, he had to be ready. “Are you..really so afraid to show me..?” 

“Anyone who has ever seen my true form has lived to regret it.” 

“But none of them loved you the way I do.” Vinnie wrapped his arms around Gene’s neck and kissed along his jawline. “I won’t tell you I’m not afraid..because that’s not true. All I know is that the time I’ve spent when you has been amazing. You’ve treated me the way no one else ever has. Like a precious treasure. I’m happy when I’m with you. I can see myself with no one else. Maybe it’s a foolish thing for me to say in such a short time but..I love you.” He smiled, feeling Gene’s arms tremble as they embraced him.

“Would you love me still..if I didn’t look like this..?” 

“Show me, Gene. Show me the real you.” 

Silently Gene got up from the bed to begin his transformation. Vinnie watched  fire slowly circle Gene’s feet. It rose higher and higher until it engulfed him completely. The heat was unbearable but subsided quickly. In the place of the man he loved stood an entirely different being. A white face. Pointed black markings around his eyes and black lips. Clad in heavy armor with a red cloak. Long, clawed fingers. Fangs. Black dragon’s wings. Smoldering red eyes. For a long time Vinnie stared with wide eyes. “G-Gene..is that..you..?” 

“Yes. You see my true form. The Demon King of the Underworld. Do you still want me now?” 

“I..” 

“Hmph. Typical reaction. I have seen it many times before. I will take my leave and you will be free of me.” 

“No wait!!” 

“I will not stay where I am not wanted.” 

“Don’t go..” Vinnie wiped his tears away. “..I don’t..want to be alone..” He got up from the bed and went to Gene’s side, wanting to be embraced by him again. “Please stay..” 

“You would have me as I am?” 

“Does your change in physical appearance change how you feel about me? The intimacy we have shared together?” 

“No..it does not.” 

“Then you do love me~” 

“I have loved you since the moment I first met you.” He extended his wings, wrapping them around Vinnie as if he were guarding him. “I had hoped to someday take you back to the Underworld with me. There we could rule together as Kings.” 

“That sounds wonderful~”

“You would go?” 

“There’s nothing for me here. I would much rather be your King~” 

“Then there is nothing more to say. Let us go~” With a portal now open before them, Vinnie walked hand in hand with his Demon King to his new destiny. 

~END~

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[yieldfruit]

Could you pray for me? I recently ended a relationship with a man who wasn’t a Christian. The Lord convicted me relentlessly and in the end, I knew that continuing on would be straight up sinful, slap in the face to Jesus, and that I’d have to live with the consequences of my continued sin. So I ended things and now I’m miserable. This was the first relationship in years, so now I feel so alone and on my own again. I know I’m not, but this loneliness is overwhelming. And to make it worse, I’m now having dreams about this guy almost regularly. Please pray for my heart and mind to heal so I can press on in my walk with the Lord and become who He wants me to be.

Hi, I prayed for you. I’ve been in your shoes, except it would be with professing Christian men who have little to no fruit in their lives and always desiring physical intimacy (a godly man won’t lead a woman into temptation, he’ll look out for her). I’ve been there, even with the dreams afterwards. I felt so lonely, too. I would think to myself that the miserableness of it all and the ensuing loneliness was never even worth the relationship - I wound up more lonely coming out of that than I was going in (and I was lonely going into those kind of relationships because I was willing to let my conviction down). The pain was not worth it. The memories were not worth it. It never is. It’s not real love. Only a godly man can love you, because only a true Christian will know Love himself and love unselfishly and honorably from that place.

I feel for you, I feel your pain in a very relatable way. I’ve come out of where I was and it took me a few years and I can say this: it’s worth it to keep going on, keep pursuing Christ, be in His Word often (I would also listen to audio Scripture when sleeping, too). Keep going. Don’t look back. You’ll be okay and better for it. It’s not worth it to disobey, it’ll hurt you and perhaps also others in the process. I recently read this, “There’s nothing on this Earth that is worth collecting if you have to actively walk outside of the Will of God to obtain it.” Also, this sounds harsh, but there’s truth in the Proverb that says, “As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness.” It’s foolish (and disobedient) to be with a nonbeliever or professing believer with no fruit/evidence of being regenerated. Be wise, you’ll get through this. You will. I have. 🤍

May the Lord comfort you and bless your sleep.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in April 🐓 2023 - Pisces

Whole of their energy towards Pisces: The Sun

This person is madly in love with you, all of the romantic feelings are here with them. They see you as someone that brings the sunshine into the room, it literally shines out of your butt. Some of you have Aquarius/air placements too because King of Swords sits next to this Sun like…you are the sunshine yes, but you’re not dumb either. You use your head over your heart and expect truth and fairness overall. That could also be their energy, and they think you’re as happy as they are, or you are what makes them so happy ☀️ If you aren’t together yet they’re recognizing you’re what makes them happy.

Feelings: 10 Cups

With 3 Pentacles, you’re probably already with this person, I don’t know how it’s possible not to be, with these sorts of romantic feelings. You’re their whole world, they see everything with you. Marriage, kids, a happily ever after, little rose trellis in the backyard and a family hound, “how to build a fence?”, the whole thing 💙 They want to work with you to build this together.

Intentions: Knight of Cups

They intend on asking you out, taking you out, being very romantic and doing something sweet, a loving gesture. Ace of Cups can be someone new, but your new beginning card with…10 Cups is already out here, this can’t be someone you’ve just met. Either it’s been casual, they hadn’t asked you out before, or you’ve already been together for awhile. But they want to make it like new again, even if you have, doing something cute maybe you’ve never done before.

Actions: Ace of Wands rev & 7 Wands

You’re messing it up! Pisces WYD? Sabotage alert. You’ve got your guard up with this person based on something they’ve done in the past to piss you off. Fair enough. So they’re trying to make up for something. You may have already made your mind up you’re done with their crap, but they’re determined to change your mind, start over. There could be some lovebombing involved with Knight of Cups, and you’re not foolish, that’s why they see you as King of Swords too. Naturally skeptical. I don’t get that their feelings or intentions are shady though, they’re genuine. You’ve got unrealistic expectations, they’ve got XXX, this could have to do with intimacy for some, and I’ll just leave that there. This person wants passion and you’re taking the wind right out of their sails. The Sun & 10 Cups is a pretty big deal Pisces, use that King energy to remain balanced. Head over emotions may be a good thing, if those emotions are resentment. They mean what they say.

Messages:

Their side:

- Kind!

- XXX

Your side:

- New Beginning

- Unrealistic Expectations

Possible signs:

Pisces, Aquarius & Leo

If you’re dealing with:

Knight of Swords, The Sun shows up again underneath, you’re communicating your happiness and joy to all of your friends and the people in your life. Probably why this person sees you as The Sun, this is a period where you’re UP. Celebrating. Winning. Feeling great!

Aries - has healed from something & is focusing on themselves right now

Taurus - idk about this person, they seem kinda petty & immature, they’re instigating or acting competitive in their communications with you, trying to irritate you. Or that is switched. Avoid 💯

Gemini - no movement & is a jerk to you

Cancer - could be losing money but it’s in a proactive way, fixing a problem before it’s a bigger problem, being responsible

Leo - could have a gift for you, could be helping you out financially, or you both are doing well generally and are being generous with each other, taking turns paying etc.

Virgo - you’ve reached the end of a cycle with this person and they’re sad and upset, could have regrets, or you do

Libra - is a cheater, double life energy

Scorpio - all about their work, being successful, staying on top of things, but they’re nostalgic about or miss you

Sagittarius - has passion for you but feels unable to express that or do anything, could be this person with that energy

Capricorn - rushing towards you but not telling you everything, they have secrets about…5 Pentacles, being broke, debt, losing a job. Pride could be on the line, they’ll open up more when they’re ready.

Aquarius - waiting to reconcile, or maybe for you to calm down if you’re angry. 10 Cups is rev, and they wanna fix it because they don’t like things unstable or unhappy between you.

Pisces - coming out of hiding to create something new and amazing with you, or in general

#pisces tarot reading #person on your mind #april 2023 #Pisces #tarot

[crazygaysex]

I’m so sad I miss him so much my heart is breaking I can’t believe it is gone this big unbelievable gaping hole in my life I can’t believe it half th day I’m out of body forget where I am it’s unreal I get so angry at him and then I remember and my heart breaks and that’s really the whole problem isn’t it that we have completely incompatible worldviews he doesn’t think he’s worth shit and that he’s powerless and deserves to suffer to be abandoned and I think he’s everything I want to go home to him every night I want to love him more than anything and he’s just wrong it hurts so much I know why he feels that way I understand I know that when that has been your whole life that the way I see him really must be impossible for him to understand but I hope to god he can change I was really stupid to think I could convince him of anything about himself but I still wanted to I wanrEd him to see it so badly. Hurt so much when he would say things about wanting to start his life over and do it all differently I want to shake him he really thinks it’s his fault that so many people hurt him and failed him that it’s something in his nature that makes it inevitable and I just want to shake him and tell him over and over you were just a kid. You couldn’t do anything to stop it they didn’t take care of you like they should’ve they failed you. And I want to shake them and tell them you’re 23 you can leave that behind. Watching them keep abusing that broken down little kid inside them is so painful I’m not stupid I know it’s hard to change literally your entire worldview and understanding of yourself I still know they can do it I have to believe it. I saw the good in them I saw them underneath all the difficulties and pain and complications and they are so beautiful the more they let me in the more I fell in love with them I loved every moment of intimacy I was allowed with them it means everything to me to have been able to experience something like that. To have this kind of connection with someone. And I’m so angry with them but it all just goes in one big circle back to love I’m angry because they can’t let me love them and they hurt me for trying. I thought I could prove it to them it was foolish but I couldn’t bear the idea of leaving because I wanted to show them they were worthwhile worth effort and devotion I didn’t want to give up on them like everyone else did i found out pretty fast that it was almost impossible for them to account for my feelings if the feelings were from things they had done and said to me it hurt them when I tried to it made them feel incompetent and like a burden to me and so I buried a lot of the hurt from lots of things in me because I was so scared to hurt them I never wanted to hurt them and then I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I know it’s dumb to think I could change their mind but I loved him so much and whenever he let me near him it was so good and I loved that he could feel vulnerable at all with me that he could sometimes let himself need things from me that he would sometimes let me take care of him it felt good to do it to see him smile calmly or laugh a little the silly noises he’d make when I scratched his back or his head and it must’ve been so hard for him. It must’ve been so hard to let me near him to accept kindness from me. He said it was like taking candy when your moms not looking. A lot of things made sense from that and it was another time my heart just ached for him because I know he loves me so much as much as I love him and it’s just too hard for him to accept it right now. And when I let him hurt me without saying anything I wasn’t helping anyone. It’s sad and desperate but I really want to be with him I love him so much I miss him so much I don’t want to stop looking I want to hold him and smell his hair I can’t keep doing it spying on him he deserves his privacy I can’t keep getting myself upset and angry with whatever he’s doing it’s not my business anymore god it fucking hurts man. I really really miss him so much already I don’t know if it’ll ever stop

[tartagilicious]

what they would do if they caught you crying ❄️ // xiao, kazuha, + diluc (established relationships version <3) cw: injuries

XIAO:

- all of the time, i see people frame xiao as this emotionally clueless person, but personally, i just don’t think that stereotype is true — even with his habit of being alone, he reads people. he has life experience. you might be a little more in trouble if you ask him for something like comfort, but, not understanding.

- of course, his brooding appearance doesn’t really elude to this at all. so, it’s understandable as to why you avoid him when you come back to wangshu inn one day, beaten and bruised beyond even your normal level

- you think it’ll only lead to an awkward conversation, when in reality, xiao can actually be quite helpful! i can see him being a ‘listen and help’ now and ‘ask questions’ later kind of person. it tends to be adorable to see how concerned he can actually get over you.

- tears are another question altogether, too. definitely something that deserves his attention, even if you try convincing him you’re alright.

-----

you let out a resigned pant as you shut the door behind you, at last back in your room at wangshu inn once again. or, at the very least, you hope it’s your room — your vision had gone blurry around halfway your trek up the stairs.

unsteady legs take you to the bathroom. you’re relieved to recognise the throwaway products you bring with you on your travels sitting on the sink. in your haze, you knock the foremost bottles to the floor as you stagger to open the cabinet below it, yet when you reach down for the first aid kid, you find yourself stuck.

something inside you breaks at that moment — whether exhaustion or pain had pushed you, there is a single moment wherein you feel nothing but every imperfection on your body. every cut stings, ever bruise tingles, each scrape and sore bone screams to you at once, calling tears to your eyes.

in the back corner of your mind, you think to imagine yourself: half bent in front of the counter, the arm that isn’t supporting you weak at your side. and, of course, the fat tears that run from your red-rimmed eyes, landing amongst the threads of the mat beneath your feet.

somewhere nearby, you hear hinges creak open. an alarmed whisper reaches you ear as someone helps you to the ground, moving your hair from your eyes. there’s a moment of tangible silence that passes between you as your gazes lock. his expression is unreadable as gentle fingers ghost over the bruise on your temple, each bloody imperfection blanketed under his concerned golden eyes.

the world swims around you, extremely unwelcoming in the way it envelops your body in sludge. regardless, you find yourself saying his name. mumbling it, you grasp his arm.

“xiao.” a pained breath leaves your lips as you shut your eyes. “it hurts."

your lips twist as another sob is torn from your throat.

he shushes you gently, a gloved finger coming up to catch the tears that fall over your cheeks. the words that leave his mouth are slightly stiff, as if being read from a script, but the worry in his voice is incessant. it drips into you from every word he speaks, in each kiss that is placed wantonly on your skin.

in every tear he wipes away, there is a silent promise to catch the next one, and the one after that, until he can finally help your pain to subside. he wants nothing more than to see you drifting off to sleep, each wound covered and treated. and no matter how long that takes, he will always be there to wipe your tears.

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KAZUHA:

- he himself is vulnerable to his own emotions, what with being subjected to nature, but also the contents of his past. he’s average in that regard — but, i imagine kazuha as being pretty empathetic.

- he knows how to comfort you and does so effortlessly, even if he may be panicking inside. of course, he hates seeing you cry, it’s only expectable for him to know how to comfort you, even if he may not know exactly what’s wrong

- we all have those days. he understands that. so, when you try to hide your sadness from him he will not ever berate you for it, nor will he take it personally. he will only make sure he’s there to help you through it.

-----

you know you’ve spent too much time away when you hear a knock on the bathroom door — three lone taps at the wood, kazuha’s silent and heartfelt signal to you. for a moment, you think to pretend you aren’t there, but he’d seen you enter. there’s no escaping it.

it may be a futile action, but you stand to see your reflection in the mirror anyway. with your eyes slightly swollen and cheeks still damp, all you can do is wipe any tears away and pray that kazuha chooses not to say anything.

slowly, you creak the door open, popping your head out from the crack.

“are you alright in th—“ he pauses. kazuha’s eyes take in your face with more ardor than usual, laced with a familiar unease that sinks to the pit of your stomach. of course, there’s no fooling him.

he puts a hand on the door, as if to gently manoeuvre his way into the bathroom with you — but instead, it rests next to yours, patient as he asks,

“did something happen?"

kazuha’s voice is a perfect melody, composed of the softest winds and crafted from the anemo archon's most beloved songs. it’s that same voice that reaches out to you in this moment, patiently beckoning for something greater than pain, something more atuned to the romantics he pursues. simply, he seeks to be the reason your sadness ceases.

“no, no—“ you try assuring him, a quick laugh leaving your mouth. but, even you are aware of the way you avoid his eyes. “nothing’s happening, it’s alright."

his gaze narrow slightly.

“come on.” kazuha’s hand slides down to take yours, and together, you back into the bathroom. the weight of his hand in yours is far from unfamiliar, but as he shuts the door once again, you have the sudden urge to pull away.

kazuha is not someone you are uncomfortable with, but the level of intimacy between the two of you has nothing to do with wanting to hide your weakest moments. for the first few minutes, you perceive the situation awkwardly. you don’t know quite where to look or what to say, even as tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“please,” he at last whispers to you, head bent down slightly to reach you at eye level. “tell me the reason for your tears."

your lips morph into a gradual frown before you meet his gaze.

damn him. i couldn't refuse.

you throw your arms around his neck, a quiet whine escaping your mouth as he catches you dutifully. kazuha’s hands are warm on your back as he holds you with care, handling you not as something that is broken, but something he’d do anything to keep together.

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DILUC:

- sputtering, awkward, foolish — these words can all be used to describe diluc when he’s crushing on someone. you’re definitely not exempted from that either lolol

- his care for you is obvious in the way his cheeks flush when kaeya teases him about you, or the look he gets in his eye when you’re talking to him about something you love. the ways he loves are also ever-present in the way he comforts you.

- he may not look it, but he treats emotions well. in even your most extreme cases, your sadness is his own

-----

he is the first to notice when you dip into the back of angel’s share, giving your blessings to one of your regular patrons with more speed than usual. while the hour does chime high, you normally work alongside him until the last customer leaves the building. your unfaltering persona can be excused with a bad day. but, to just take off so suddenly, it strikes him in the wrong way.

diluc's distress may very well be visible in the way customers began to limit their interactions with him, but he doesn’t mind. if anything, it gives his mind time to wander to you. at first, he resolves to wait for your return, but that hopeful process is crushed when ten minutes pass and you remain missing.

his eyes wander down the bar, briefly going over each of the faces seated. either tipsy or engrossed in conversation, diluc takes the opportunity to nudge charles — a silent warning as he goes off after you.

for a moment as he walks, he thinks of the concern that weighs heavy in his chest. the same concern had always previously been reserved for things such as his business, or the safety of mondstadt. but to feel the same emotion because of another is a completely different sensation. it’s in his nose, in the way he can’t quite figure out where to place his arms as he moves. it’s stifling in the way that nothing else can be, like breathing in hot air on a summer day.

when he reaches you, he opens the door carefully as not to disturb you. a distinct shyness bubbles in his chest at the thought of catching you doing something you shouldn’t be, but when he opens the door, all he sees is you standing there.

your back is to him, body completely still all for the slight way your shoulders shake.

he calls out your name.

you startle easily, arms suddenly moving up to cover your face. diluc’s stomach drops as he approaches you, stopping next to you in front of the counter you lean into. no words are exchanged for a few moments as you continue to cry despite your hands, tears slipping out from beneath your gentle touch and onto the wood below.

diluc places a heavy hand atop your head.

in reality, there’s just not that much more he will allow himself to do — he doesn’t trust himself to say the right thing, or to be the person you need to pull you back from the darkness. there are too many things hat must be plaguing you in this moment for such a thing to happen, and his chest constricts at the thought. in some way, you must be stumbling on your last legs, painfully aware of every nerve and tiny cut on your body; that much is evident in even just the slight shake of your shoulders.

but unbeknownst to him, every instant he stands by you is time you have to heal. over time, you begin to recognise the feel of the cold air biting at your skin, and the contrast of his warm hand over your head. there is nothing you need him to say, nothing you need him to do, he himself is all you will ever need.

#i feel like my writing is so cheesy lately LMAO #anyways kazuha pls i can cook and clean #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact xiao #gi xiao #genshin impact kazuha #gi kazuha #genshin impact diluc #gi diluc

[summerrainwinterbreeze]

Hey! I was wondering if you can do a yeonjun smut based on this pic?

A/N: I dunno, babes, I hop you like it, but a note to all others that wish to request, don't be afraid to give me more to go off of. I took hours to brainstorm an idea and only decided to bring a bit of daddy kink yeonjun cuz I wanted to change up my yeonjun-based smut a bit.

Pairing: Yeonjun x gn! reader

Word count: 1.4k made this as brief as possible.

Status: Requested

Warnings: Public sex, daddy kink, mild profanity, mention of being dared into things, I made yeonjun on the bit of the tired, calmer side, anxious reader she's still bossy though, protection less penetration.

“Yeonjun,” you gasp as a series of heated kisses fall to your neck, washing over your skin in a delicately saccharine wave, “behave.”

Yeonjun pulls away to look at you through the mirror, eyes dark, glistening as the saliva that slicks his lips, glossed and shimmering when he pouts. He stands fully behind you, hands a gentle reassurance on your hips, tapping every other second. Slowly, he drops his chin to your collarbone, breathing your scent in deeply, then huffing in submission. “Tell me what you really want.” He pulls away to let you think, leaving only his softened presence and unhurried demeanour. “I want you to be honest.”

What did you want? Like you knew. This was no more than a very, very blown out of proportion dare. Your friend Maia’s idea. ‘Y’know those cute ass couple photos? The one’s in the dressing room. Yeah, babe, you and Yeonjun should do that.’ You curse your past self — past being fifteen minutes ago but that doesn’t matter right now — for being so foolish.

After profusely refusing Maia’s proposal, with Yeonjun at your side offering neither agreement nor objection, the pink-haired gremlin had probed your ego, obviously riling you up and driving you to a point of no return.

So the answer to the question: What did you want? To pluck the monster of every strand of hair that graced her lithe body. You’re feeling kind today, though. So instead, you say, “I want you, but I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

After years of dating, Yeonjun had grown well versed in the tongue of your insanity. It was labelled anxiety. That horrid thing that drives you mad at the mildest of events and constantly leaves you looking like a fool when the gravity of the situation passed. “I’m not doing anything without verbal consent. You know that.” You did — you do — and you love it. The words throb like q conscious thing, warm and melodic, nestling deeply within your heart — calming you.

Admittedly, though, despite the situation, he had managed to rile your body to a pleasantly aching thrum, sensitivity heightening, pulse-quickening. The first of the series of pictures you had already taken required the two of you to kiss. One thing led to another and he’d scooped you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, fingers roughly fisting his hair, his tongue tasting your own as a groan of primal satisfaction loosed within his throat, body tensing and relaxing rhythmically.

You slip your phone into your pocket, turn to him, bringing your palms to cup his cheeks, thumb grazing the apples of his cheeks. You kiss him them. A tender lip-lock and pull the heat of his sigh into your lungs, feeling alive with him this close, the intimacy solely his presence provided. “I’m just a little nervous,” you confess, kissing him again, a brief peck. “But I want this — I want you.”

He looks at you with analysis-saturated eyes, and only when he deems your words to be true does he lean in to return your kiss, slow at first, a gentle back-and-forth exchange, like the rock of a boat, gradually picking up fever, his palms, warm and calloused, find your face, pull you in, pressing his body fully against your own, the soft skate of his hoodie against your exposed stomach sends a sweeping wave of bliss against your skin, and he smiles when you shudder. You dig your fingers into his mullet, the hair that drapes beneath his eyes tickling your nose when he bends to deepen your kiss. “Then have me,” he says.

“Ah, wait, baby, one more picture, okay?” The notion obviously disappoints him, but you know and have been proved time and time again over the years that he’d be damned if he let it show.

“One more,” he conforms. “Which one?”

You smile and slid a hand up his chest, gently pushing him onto the stool to your left, pulling out your phone to say, “Kiss my stomach.”

Yeonjun laughs at that moment, a breathy thing that heats your very core. “You’re so bossy.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” he says, lips dappling open-mouthed kisses to your tummy, teeth grating, tongue licking the goosebumps that gather across your skin. Yeonjun looks up at you with warm, open eyes and you swoon for the nth time, moan broiling at your throat, lips empty but unseamed.

You’re quick to snap the final picture, sending it to Maia, turning your phone off before you can receive a response, body ablaze with strengthening desire. “Touch me,” you pant and Yeonjun does not hesitate, kisses sloppy, hands a silken glide, fondling, teasing. “Can we? Please?”

He stops at that request and doesn’t need to speak for you to read the question in his eyes. Yeonjun preferred to rile you to a state of abysmal pleasure before he even considered allowing your release. If you weren’t to your very knees in arousal, you weren’t ready. But today you proposed a change. As things stood, you were beyond ready to have him inside of you. You bite your lips and avert your gaze as a wave of embarrassment hits you, nonetheless, you say, “Daddy? Please?”

“Don’t be shy.” Yeonjun's hand rubs your elbow soothingly. “Say it again. Say my name.”

“It’s embarrassing Yeonjun, I dunno.” This wasn’t a kink that you experimented with often, so every time you brought it up, you couldn’t help the slight humiliation that accompanied it.

Yeonjun, however, with a gaze of steel, and a heart of gold, pulls you to his lap, running his hand up from your wrist, to your neck, to your ear. “Daddy wants to hear you, baby.” You try and fail to withhold your scorched cheeks and dry mouth.

“I-,” you pause, “Daddy.” Fuck. Shit. Crap. “Horny.” You guide his hand to cloak your sex. “Help.” You can tell that Yeonjun is more than pleased. He licks up your neck, kissing your jaw and grinding his palm against your pulsing heat, the cumulation of pleasure a deadly weapon. One he wields with both grace and skill.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel really good, okay?” He lifts you for long enough to pull your pants to your ankles before sinking you back onto his lap, the material of your jeans trapping you in place, serving as an additional source of pressure. “You want this to be quick?” He kisses your cheek, “I’ve gotcha, baby. Daddy’s gotcha.”

And slowly but surely he sinks into you, body stiff, but sure in its movements, gripping you tightly enough to bruise. You wail when he, at last, sheathes himself within you, clenching sporadically around him, how he filled you, his cock a hot brand bulging at your stomach, filling you wholly.

He wraps a hand around your throat, not choking you but barely applying pressure to the sides of your neck, pulling you in to run his tongue along the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath into it distinct as he tugs the lobe into his mouth.

Yeonjun’s thrusts are nothing short of brutal and you worry for a breath that someone beyond the flimsy doors of the dressing room might hear the vigorous slap of his skin to yours. He brings a finger to your mouth, “Spit.” Is all he says, a single-worded command. You don’t hesitate, dribbling over his fingers, groaning as he brings them to the junction of your bodies, slipping his hand from your throat to lift your shirt, sucking a desire-peaked nipple into his mouth, pebbles hardening farther, groping you in gentle strokes.

“Daddy,” you throw your head back in a moan, unbothered by any restraints, grinding your body against his, demanding additional pleasure.

“That’s my baby. Be good for me. Cum.” Your body, at that instant, is no longer yours, and you lose yourself to the rapid succession of convulses that stiffen your body, seizing it within jaws of steel before releasing it, quivering and breathless.

Yeonjun waits until the final sweep of your orgasm blows past before he allows himself to release, grunting his pleasure into the nape of your neck, tightening his hold, and then releasing it. “That’s right. You’re my baby, aren’t you?” You whimper in response. He smiles — a broad deadly grin — and pulls you into his arms. “Always so good for daddy.”

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[angrywifelife]

Actively Fucken

So, it’s been about a good 3 months now since I’ve had a cock inside of me. Sigh. I’m not even going to limit myself to the last time I’ve had intercourse with the idiot because I honestly can’t even remember; no really. I can't. But the last time I actually had a cock inside of me was for my birthday celebration which was supposed to be a fun night of ridiculous swinger debauchery but turned out to be yet another disappointment. Since then, I’ve closed up shop. The idea of even engaging intimately has literally made my vagina close up, lock the door, and toss out the key. I’m mentally not attracted, physically a recluse to his advances, and when I have moments where maybe a pity fuck could happen, the idiot goes and does something again that just makes me want to shoot him in his heads.

How does it get to this? How does it get to a point where we are existing, but no longer intimate at all? Oh, I've mastered it! I used to laugh at couples where they hadn’t had sex in months or years and now I’ve become one and the worst part about it is...I’m not even mad about it. There is the occasional peck on the lips or forehead puppy pat before one leaves the house, or the prolonged hug while we stand in the kitchen and while we embrace for a whole minute, I worry the rice will boil over. Minor moments of intimacy sort of circle around like vultures over a dying caucus. He's tried to rub my shoulders once, even tried to rub his little cock on my ass while he stands behind me at the kitchen sink, but his insecurity gets the best of him and I personally refuse to do another single MF thing for this situationship, to include initiate intercourse.

I heard someone say, let the man be the man so I have decided to let him figure this one out since he’s not doing much regarding anything else in our home.

Now, just because I’m not fucking my idiot, doesn’t mean I’m living a life of dry celibacy. Masturbation happens every chance I get and to be frank, it's wonderful. Unlike sex with the idiot, I know I’m going to cum and the best part is I don’t have to get up after to get HIM a towel because he won't move. I can just lay there and bask in my own glory.

Oh, I'm no idiot. I’m sure he’s doing the same. I arrived home one afternoon and think I surprised him. He was flush, foolish, and said he just came from the bathroom from “taking a dump” (such a romantic with words). When I went to the bathroom slightly after, there was what felt like a definite cum drip on the seat with its silky texture and milky-like color, but, again... I... don’t... care. I laughed honestly and then felt sorry for the toilet that had to witness the 2 minutes of pathetic jerking.

So, while I figure out how one gets “here” to this unsexual unpassionate space, I’ve decided that I must actively figure out how I’m going to entertain myself and have an affair.

I’m not good at it. The cheating. I’m too damn brutally honest, somewhat too kind (believe it or not), and really, it's beneath me and my intelligence to have an affair or perhaps I should say to get caught. The selfish careless act of cheating is truly for idiots. But for research's sake, I’m going to entertain the idea of it and see where it takes me. The adventures of it or the efforts thereof should, if nothing else, keep me entertained for a bit.

If it happens, consider it my temporary idiot moment which I am LONG past due to have anyway.

That is all.

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[ladyfogg]

Would you write a soft kit walker smut with a shy reader? I love your writing

A/N: Thank you, anon for such a lovely prompt! I tried to keep the language gender neutral since I didn’t know if there was a preference. Enjoy!

Pairing: Kit Walker/GN!Reader

Rating: 18+

The Evans Masterpost.

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Tonight is the night. You can feel it.

You and Kit have been together for some weeks and though you spend almost every night with him and the kids, nothing has happened between you. Nothing sexual that is. Every time things start to heat up, you get interrupted or you ask him to stop.

You’re nervous as hell. Intimacy has always been difficult and the thought of being naked in front of him makes you blush.

But you love Kit and you want to be with him in every sense of the word.

So that night, while Kit puts the kids to bed, you wait for him in the living room, wringing your hands with nerves. You shouldn’t be nervous. It’s Kit. He’s wonderful and has never been anything but loving and respectful.

“They’re finally asleep.”

You jump a little, surprised at his sudden appearance. He chuckles.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you alright? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

You kiss him. Being this close, seeing the love and compassion in his beautiful dark eyes, you’re overcome with emotion. Kissing back, you can feel Kit’s smile and it makes your stomach tighten, a pang of desire shooting through your body.

“What was that for?” he asks in a soft voice when you pull back.

“Kit, I want to ask something of you.”

“Anything.”

You take a deep breath. “Make love to me.”

His smile widens but he tries to stifle it by biting his lower lip. The heat between you is suddenly unbearable and your breath catches in your throat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, running his hands up and down your arms. “I told you I don’t mind taking things slow.”

“I’m sure. I love you. And I want you.”

He kisses you passionately, arms circling your waist to hold you close. Thrilled but still nervous, you surrender to the kiss, your body already wanting more. You want his touch, his tongue, anything and everything he’s willing to give.

Kit leads you to the bedroom by taking your hands and walking backward. He’s slow and careful, never once avoiding eye contact or looking away. You realize that he’s being gentle for your benefit. He doesn’t want to rush or scare you and you appreciate it.

In the room, he reaches for the light switch but you stop him. “Can we leave it off?” you ask, feeling a little foolish.

“Anything you want.”

“It’s just…” You stop yourself.

Kit steps in close, his hand on your cheek. “Just what?”

You shrug. “I’m kind of nervous about you seeing me naked.”

He chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. “I haven’t seen much, but from what I have seen, trust me, you have nothing to be nervous about.”

His kisses are just as amazing as before. With his hand on your cheek and his body pressed to yours, you feel your nerves start to ebb again.

Kit undresses you slowly. With each article of clothing that gets shed, you can feel yourself wanting to shrink away, to cover up. But your desire for Kit is greater than your shyness and you soon find yourself naked. His hands caress your skin, all while his mouth eagerly tastes yours. It’s your turn to undress him, to struggle to get his shirt over his head, to giggle as he tries to wiggle out of his jeans.

When the two of you fall into his bed, there’s nothing between you anymore.

And it’s the more euphoric feeling in the world.

His hands, rough from manual labor, are a stark contrast to your smooth skin and you love it. He slips his hand between your legs and you gasp, so aroused and ready for him it makes you ache. His mouth feasts on your neck, leaving kisses and love bites in its wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You have me, Kit. I’m yours.”

He makes love to you languidly, neither of you in a rush for this special moment to end. With each thrust of his hips, each kiss, each touch, you fall more and more in love with him. You can feel your pleasure building and as the seconds tick by, it becomes harder and harder to keep things slow. Soon your hips start to meet his and he quickens his pace.

Kit draws back enough to press his forehead to yours, whispering sweet words and promises until you come completely undone. He’s not far behind.

Afterward, you lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the blanket lost somewhere at the foot of the bed. You’re too satisfied and comfortable to feel self-conscious, even as Kit idly strokes his hand down your chest.

“Now it’s my turn to ask something of you,” Kit says, his voice thick with sleep.

“Anything.”

“Move in with us.”

You smile up at him, pulling him down into a kiss. “Only if you marry me.”

“Done.”

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[yesimwriting]

Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!! 

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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread. 

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing. 

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly. 

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed. 

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds. 

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way. 

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night? 

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark. 

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan. 

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer. 

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty. 

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.” 

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” 

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” 

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.” 

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down. 

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.” 

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting. 

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit. 

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?” 

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.” 

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?” 

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.” 

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.” 

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?” 

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.” 

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” 

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.” 

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second. 

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?” 

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.” 

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?” 

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.” 

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.” 

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.” 

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t. 

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone. 

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways. 

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.” 

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place. 

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more. 

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.” 

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.” 

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.” 

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his  hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me. 

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches. 

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.” 

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.” 

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.” 

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.” 

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.” 

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.” 

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him. 

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact. 

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.” 

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not. 

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…” 

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?” 

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.” 

“More than I should?” 

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.” 

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?” 

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.” 

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.” 

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?” 

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?” 

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.” 

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--” 

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.” 

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.” 

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.” 

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.” 

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh. 

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.” 

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown. 

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.” 

“Kirigan--” 

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.” 

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear. 

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it. 

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before. 

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.” 

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine. 

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.” 

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip. 

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.” 

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly. 

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more. 

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.” 

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.” 

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise. 

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.” 

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived. 

“I have to go.” 

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.” 

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--” 

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.” 

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?” 

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.” 

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible. 

 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is. 

“Soon,” he promises again. 

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Yay rqs are open! My hc request is for the Diasomnia boys’ reaction when feMc shows up to their first date in a rlly nice dress, makeup, and heels. Like it’s their first time seeing her wearing a skirt or a specisl outfit in general? I hope you can do that 🎀

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Malleus maintains a relatively reserved look, but there are a few subtle cues that clue you in on how pleased he is. His widened eyes, the slight smile on his lips, how his eyelids fold over...

Seeing you all dressed up puts him in a really good mood, but he doesn’t express it in over-the-top ways--as a prince, he has to maintain a certain sense of decorum, especially in public. Just know that he’s internally squealing and probably will continue raving about it later to Lilia and co.

He gives you a bow, as though addressing fellow noble, once you stand before him. “Attire as fine as this deserves the royal treatment,” he jokes dryly, taking the back of your hand and planting a quick kiss upon it.

Malleus will want to remember this moment forever: your first date, and his first time seeing you in a special outfit, so he’ll fumble with the camera on his phone to try and take a picture with you. He insists that the photo doesn’t need any filters or other editing once it is taken--he thinks you, and by extension, the picture, looks perfect as is.

Malleus is always courteous, but he’s extra courteous to you since you’ve taken such painstaking efforts to look nice for the date. He volunteers his jacket to keep dust and debris off your outfit, and asks every so often if you’d like to stop and give your feet a rest from the heels.

He assists you with light touch-ups throughout the day, like adjusting stray strands of hair that fall across your face, or wiping up a little lip makeup that smears when you bite into your food. Malleus has the most tender of smiles as he does so, savoring those small, casual moments of intimacy.

Lilia’s eyes light up when he sees you! He’s so excited to see you up close that he just skips right over. Taking your hands in his, he spins you around adoringly while gushing about how adorable you are~

He has an appreciation for cute things, so he’ll want to see your look from different angles! Lilia releases your hands and requests for you to curtsey and twirl so your hair bounces, and your skirt feathers out like flower petals. He claps adoringly all the while, as though cheering you on at a sporting event.

As much as Lilia dotes on you, he also takes every chance he can get to mess with you! Of course, he loves that you put all this effort into your appearance for him, but he wants to see how cute you look after a busy date with him, too!

He’ll tug you along at a frantic pace, sweeping wind into your hair, or challenge you to a race to see who can make it to a designated location first. If you can’t run in heels, no problem! Lilia will sweep you up into his arms and run as fast as he can with you!

Lilia will also boop your nose or nuzzle his face against yours, which smudges your makeup a bit. Oh, and don’t forget the head pats! He’ll mess your hair up really well with those!

Fussing over yourself draws only a chuckle from Lilia. “There is no need to fret, my dear. Even this imperfect look of yours has its own kind of charm. No matter how neat or disheveled your appearance, my feelings for you will remain forever unchanged.”

Silver blinks several times and rubs at his eyes. He thinks, for a moment, that he must be dreaming—so he needs to get rid of whatever drowsiness remains in him!

“Ah... I thought you looked too ethereal to be real for a second there... But I guess it’s not a dream after all. You’re not a dream,” he mutters, smiling softly at you. “Good. I didn’t want to wake up from it if it was.”

He hears it is painful to walk in heels (it’s an experience like walking on a bed of swords, according to his sources), so Silver offers you the crook of his arm to hold onto. It helps anchor you, and no matter how skilled (or unskilled) you may be with walking in heels, just knowing that Silver supports you fills your heart with warmth.

He can’t help but sneak shy peeks at your made up face and cute outfit throughout the date! Silver’s not great at fully articulating his thoughts—the most he can say is a short compliment like “you look nice”, or “that’s pretty”—but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate them!

Silver’s very patient! If you need to go to the restroom to fix your appearance, he’s fine with waiting for however long it may take to do so (though he does doze off a bit if you take a while in there).

His animal friends come to say hello during your date. A few of the woodland critters bring small flowers, which Silver weaves into your hair, adding to your special look for the day.

Sebek looks completely aghast when he sees you in all your finery. In fact, he’s so shocked that his face goes bright pink, which is a nice contrast to the mint green of his hair.

He fights the blush taking over his face, coughs into his hand, and gives you a lecture about how impractical your manner of dress is. How are you meant to maneuver with those toothpick thin sticks on your shoes? And that flowy fabric offers little to no protection from the elements!

“Love is war!! And you are ill-equipped for that battle field!” Sebek declares with a huff, looking quite proud of himself. “Given this docile, flowery appearance you have adopted... It would be better suited for an act of espionage in enemy territory than as a suit of armor for combat!”

You look confused, so he proceeds to explain that he studied (VERY) old (war) strategy books from the Diasomnia library (recommended by Lilia) to prepare for this momentous day—aren’t you proud of him for being so diligent? Sebek looks to you with sparkling eyes, like a puppy eager for praise!

His expression falters when you let him in on the secret: you didn’t dress up to march off to battle, you dressed up to surprise him! Sebek’s blush deepens as he realizes his mistake and frantically apologizes for it.

He buries his head in his hands in shame, refusing to gaze upon you again (as self-inflicted punishment for his foolishness). After some coaxing from your end, Sebek slowly peeks through the cracks between his fingers and mumbles, “... Y-You... You look nice, human.” And yup, his face is now a bright red instead of pink.

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