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Interwoven | Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature/Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Hob Gadling, Original Characters, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Calliope, The Endless, Eve, Delirium, Death, Desire Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Character Development, Established Relationships, General complicated feelings, meeting the family, meeting the friends, talk about fantasies, domestic life, fluff, past Relationships, ANGST, OFC: Dahlia, Named Reader, 1st POV

Summary: She had very few people in her life and while he denied it, Dream had so many. People that cared for him, people that warned her. Or in other terms, Dream and Dahlia’s casual relationship is turning not so casual. Chapter Summary: Dream, The Dreaming, and the Gates of Horn and Ivory.

My first couple of days in the Dreaming had been better than I could have expected. We had mostly stayed in the bedroom. No complaints there. But eventually I dragged us both out to meet Lucienne for my “surprise” which was cake with her, Merv, Matthew, Abel and Cain, and a few others of the usual palace staff. They all seemed a little awkward at Morpheus’ presence, not used to him being so involved, but it had relaxed after a bit when he didn’t seem to reprimand them for not attending to their duties and let everyone be. There were a lot of mutterings about him being in a better mood and I could have smirked. It had been cute even if I felt a little embarrassed at the attention. Lucienne had picked a few books out she thought I’d love and Matthew had decided he could decorate better than the kitchens and redid the frosting on the cake for me. It had resulted mostly in tiny bird prints and smeared icing but it was the thought that counted. After, Morpheus had led me to the floating stairs that went to his quarters where he liked to work in peace away from the throne room. It was always on the upper most level of the palace, the bedroom he had created attached to the main room he usually stayed, but I was surprised when this time the stairs led to a hallway with two different doors. “When did this get here?” I had asked in confusion, mentally grumbling over the constantly changing palace and never being able to keep track of where things were. Dream stopped at the new door, the wood a rich oak with ornate swirls and stars, “An hour or so ago. Roughly around the time Matthew got cake on Lucienne’s tables.” His tone was light and slightly amused but entirely arrogant as if the shifting and creation of new things were nothing. So cocky. And I guess they were nothing to him. He was Dream of the Endless and this was the Dreaming. Nothing was beyond him. He’d opened the door, leading me into a grand living space, taking in the dark green fabric of the couch and cherry brown of the wooden desk against a large open window. The walls were warm black stone, sunlight pouring through the grand stained glass windows and the fluttering black curtains. There was even a wardrobe, four poster bed, and a bookcase in an adjoining bedroom. Then he’d told me the quarters were mine to spend my time how I wished and to keep my belongings in, generally as my own space. Rooms, he had made me rooms in the palace, down the hall from him. A permanent space. It had been overwhelming, my heart pounding as I took in the small details he had crafted. And I had smiled breathlessly, unable to put the nervousness and flutters in my stomach into words.

While it was nice to have my own bed, not much sleeping was done in it. It now served to provide an alternative to his own when we didn’t make it that far…along with his couch…and my desk. We made good use of the space. Morpheus explained that day and night still passed as normal, though it was because of his whim. That at least helped me keep track of time and not fuck up my schedule completely for when it was time to go back home. But he himself didn’t sleep, instead settling for working while I slept.

Waking up in the Dreaming was different than in the Waking world. For one, there was no grogginess and it was like coming out of the most restful sleep of your life. Being in the Dreaming itself meant your mind could relax so your body could fully focus on replenishing itself. I hadn’t even known I could even sleep in this realm but being physically there meant I still had to operate as normal, eating and resting as I did in the Waking. Secondly, there was a constant steady hum of Morpheus’ power in everything. I wasn’t sure if everyone could feel it, but I certainly could. In the ground under my feet, the wind that caressed my skin, and in every physical item I touched, I could feel it even in my sleep like a comforting lull. It was soothing, the ghost of his embrace on me at all times, resonating in the jewelry he gave me. It was a delicious feeling and utterly comforting. I blinked awake at the feel of fingers tracing my naked back, the barest touch that brought me to consciousness immediately. I smiled and turned a bit, finding the dreamlord sitting on the side of the bed, fully clothed with his cloak in place and embroidered flames flickering softly. His face was calm, a soft smile tilting his lips and stars burning brightly as he watched the movement of his fingers in silent rapture. “Hi,” I whispered, blinking at him over my arms as I stayed on my stomach, breasts pressed against the sheets. The blanket had ridden down to my lower hips and I was still naked from before I fell asleep when we had laid together. The twin stars in the black pits of his eyes flickered up to meet mine, the quiet galaxies swirling and at peace. “Hello, little dreamer,” he whispered back, continuing the slow drag of his fingers. I smiled and relaxed, tingles fluttering to life in the wake of his touch. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the small of my back, a slow drag of his lips that made a sigh leave my mouth. At the sound he laid more along my spine, leaning over me with his hand kneading the back of my thigh. I couldn’t help but arch my back at the sensation and was instantly awake and aware of him entirely. His hand slipped under the blanket, gently kneading my backside and letting out a groan against my skin as I pushed my body into him. Waking up to him was starting to be my favorite thing. He climbed onto the bed, leaning over me fully as the velvet texture of his cloak cascaded along my body with the whisper of distant stars, and started nipping between my shoulder blade. I let out a groan as his fingers found my already wet core at the same time, instantly ready for him as always. The way I reacted to him was becoming involuntary, able to feel when he entered the room or when he simply laid eyes on me. I was constantly aware of him. “Fuck,” I hissed into the pillow and shivering at his hair brushing my shoulders, the soft strands tickling the heated skin. “You feel wonderful,” Morpheus whispered against me, slipping a finger into me. I rocked against him and knew his clothes were gone even without looking, his bare arm sliding underneath me, pinned against the bed so he could palm my breast.

The biggest perk to the Dreaming was his ability to simply vanish our clothes away. It made things go so much faster. He pumped slowly in and out of me lazily, drawing it out and letting the pleasure build a bit at a time. It kept me at a steady plateau, a constant that drove me crazy. My fingers clawed into the sheets, clenching them tightly as I rocked with the movement of his hand and moaned. His skin was hot against mine, burning and glowing with otherworldly power as it always did in the Dreaming, and I wanted to push him to go faster. While I loved how he seemed to look in the Waking, there was no denying who and what he was when he was in his realm. He was Dream of the Endless, a monarch and being greater than a god, and his attention was all on me. “Morpheus,” I growled and felt his smirk on my back, the sound of his name something he was always pleased to hear. His fingers tweaked my nipple and I gasped, arching back into him, “What do you need, little dreamer? Tell me.” I was wet and could feel it leaking over my thighs and onto his hand as he kept his steady pace, not speeding up in the least despite my urgings. His knees were on either side of my thighs, our legs tangled as he arched over my body, mouth dragging lazily over my back. “ You. Now,” I hissed, commanding. He made a sound almost like he was considering it, a gentle hum from his lips, thumb managing to find my clit at the same time and I moaned even louder, “My sweet Dahlia, where have your manners gone?” My name was honey in his mouth, the dark amusement painting each syllable. I wanted to simultaneously smack him and shove him over, taking what I needed myself, “Fucking now, please, your highness.” Dream chuckled and the sound was like black velvet and the cool brush of the wind in Autumn. Before I could snap at him, he pulled his fingers from me abruptly and replaced them with the hard length of his erection, meeting zero resistance as he slid in easily in one motion. I gasped and he pulled my hips to meet his with still soaked fingers, thrusting hard into me. The feeling was divine, my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he plunged into me over and over again hard into the mattress. His body was heavy against my back and the sensation of him pinning me down was surprisingly erotic as his rough pants filled my ears. His nails dug into my thighs and I could feel him losing rhythm from the deep angle, the slick sounds of our bodies filling the room. My hand reached behind me, tangling into the inky wisps of darkness that was his hair and pulling a little, a groan tearing from his lips as he bit into the soft flesh of my neck. His name was a whispered prayer on my lips and the sound of it seemed to do something to him, driving him over the edge as he clasped onto my tightly and rammed hard and fast into the wet warmth of my sex. I could lose myself like this a thousand times over and never have enough.

And then we were groaning as our orgasms hit, the pleasure tearing through me hard enough I could see stars dancing behind my eyelids. If we had been in the Waking my nails would have torn through the sheets. I could feel his release fill me and the way his chest rose and fell against my back while his heart beat was fast and loud. I was almost sobbing, pleasure setting off electricity through every bit of my nerves. I was weightless, held only by his arms. We both collapsed to the bed, breathing loudly in the vast space of my room as we came down from the high. The room was lightening, the sun beginning to stream in through the closed lace curtains and onto our skin. I felt warm and relaxed, muscles nothing but soup in my skin and the pleasant thrum of being satiated coursing through me. Dream turned us to our side so he wasn’t crushing me, fully nestled inside of me with one arm still over my breasts and the other wrapped around my waist now. I blew out softly, trying to catch my breath and he kissed my neck gently over where he had bit down. “Well that was a nice way to wake up,” I mumbled, mouth dry from the sounds I’d been making. He pressed his forehead to the side of my head, a soft chuckle tickling the skin there as the sweat cooled on us, “Believe it or not, I had not intended for that to occur. I simply came to wake you.” “Consider it a job well done, I am very much awake,” I grinned and laughed then heard him groan as the action caused me to clench around him. I was tempted to laugh again to draw another sound from his mouth but resisted. I turned my head so I could see him, black eyes sparkling with stars under his mop of jet black and skin so pale against mine. He was beautiful, lips slightly pink and a slight flush to his cheeks. Even looking like he was carved from marble, he looked warm and alive. I brought my hand up to his face and caressed the high point of his cheekbones, thumb skating over his lips. Gently, he kissed the pad of my thumb and bent down, kissing me with such tenderness it made my heart clench. It was very obvious that he’d been enjoying having me in the Dreaming with him. He seemed lighter and more at ease. When he had to leave and go to the throne room to work, he would ask for me to come along if only to stay near him. Usually I’d lounge on the steps with a book or lay my head in his lap while he rifled through future plans for improvements to the realm.

It turned out he did in fact eat, only in his realm and not necessarily because he had to. When I would eat he would join me, though I had rolled my eyes the first time he had clapped to summon Taramis, his waiter, to take our food requests. It had been entirely unnecessary and such a snobby move. Moments like that reminded me that he was a king, after all, but it was ridiculous all the same. But he’d been happier than I’d ever seen him in our time together and I let it pass. Even though I'd been with him and exploring the Dreaming for months now, he was taking pleasure in this new situation and I was more than happy to go along with it. He pulled back slightly and smirked when I chased his lips, kissing him lightly a couple more times, “As much as I wish to not part from you, I had planned to come and inform you I will unfortunately be busy today. There are matters I need to take care of outside of the palace so I might not see you until later.” I pursed my lips and nodded, fingertips continuing to trace the hard line of his jaw, “Don’t let me distract you from your work. I’ll be fine, you don’t have to babysit me.” The darkness of his eyes swirled and I could tell he was thinking something but instead turned and kissed the palm of my hand, “Matthew is available should you wish for company. Try not to get into trouble, little dreamer.” I shot him a mock offended look and then groaned as he finally disentangled from me, the absence of him leaving me a little cold. Leaning down, he gave me another kiss, promising to see me later before waving at himself. I watched as his clothes and long cloak shimmered back into being. The sight of his skin disappearing caused me to pout and then he was gone entirely to another part of the Dreaming. One minute there, the next gone. Laying sprawled out across the sheets, I blew a breath out from my lips and stared at the vaulted ceiling of my room. It was so different from waking up in my little apartment, the sound of the street coming through at all hours and the familiar crack in the ceiling almost a comfort. Here hardly any sounds came through the window to disturb me, but the fragrance of blossoms and fresh rain carried through on the gentle breeze. Sometimes the sky was dotted with flying creatures and birds, but they never got too close to the palace towers.

This place was much grander than anything I’d ever experienced, a fairytale land, and…was mine. He’d made this room for me. Gave me beautiful clothes to wear, supplies if I wished to write, books and space for knick knacks on the shelves. The whole thing was crafted with me in mind and what I enjoyed, the aesthetic not that far off from my apartment but nicer. My heart had tightened at the gesture and the realization that no one had ever made me something before. And then that thought was bittersweet on my tongue. I’d been visiting the Dreaming for a while but something was different about actually being there in full form. It was like I was seeing it all with brand new eyes, not a temporary visitor but a real guest. I didn’t feel as much like an intruder in this way and the staff seemed happy to have me. And then there was the fact that the ruler of it all, Dream of the Endless, wanted me . I chewed on my lip at the thought, a soft blush heating my cheeks, and I rose while wrapping the sheet around me and headed to the washroom. One thing I didn’t let Dream do was assign me a maid. I’d laughed out loud at the idea before realizing he was serious and genuine then adamantly protested the idea, feeling a little ridiculous. I didn’t need someone called the Fashion Thing to help me dress or one of the palace staff to draw me baths. It was a little medieval and I liked my privacy so finally he relented. While he was in a way royalty, I was not and didn’t need to be treated as such. Washing up and getting dressed in a long, soft black wrap dress with autumnal embroidered leaves and flowers at the hem, I pinned my wet hair into a messy pile onto my head to let air dry and left my quarters. Sometimes it was nice to just walk through the heart of the Dreaming rather than Dream Walking and I didn’t have anywhere specific I wanted to go.

Lucienne was working with Merv to get a new section of the library complete and didn’t need help and I kept my time at the pair House of Secrets and House of Mysteries short. While Cain and Abel had a purpose and were their own stories, seeing Cain attack Abel made me uncomfortable. It was the way of things here and they kept it to a minimum around me after the first time when Morpheus had had to explain, but it was hard to keep my reactions in check at the violence. Residents of the Dreaming skittered past me as I headed to the front of the palace to leave, little wolf cubs in dresses, a princess in a large yellow ball gown, a shadow figure made of eyes, all waving as I passed. Dreams and nightmares alike wandering around. I left through the front and the gatekeepers looked down at me, the large bodies of the Wyvern, Griffin, and Hippogriff shuffling on their pedestals. Wyvern huffed in greeting, hot breath rustling my hair as I looked up at it, “Good morning, Lady Dahlia.” The other two echoed their greetings, Griffin extending his head. I smiled and raised my arm, stroking the soft feather like fur of his neck as I had multiple times before. Sometimes I’d taken to lounging near them, leaning against the Hippogriff’s large body or nestled against the Griffin’s wings. They were always kind to me, showing me respect when I most likely hadn’t earned it and alerting Morpheus anytime I entered the palace. He wasn’t nearly as relaxed with them, but I couldn’t help being comfortable in their presence. They seemed to care for their master which made me like them more. “I’m not a Lady, Wyvern,” I smiled, nails scratching the spot I knew Griffin liked on his outstretched neck while looking up at the large dragon-like creature, “You don’t have to call me that.” “All the same, Lady,” Hippogriff answered with his own huff. I rolled my eyes and gave Griffin a final pat even as he nudged my hand, “I’m going exploring for a while but I’ll be back.” I didn’t have to tell them but knew they’d convey it if Morpheus asked. He could locate me in the Dreaming easily, even if I wasn’t wearing the black gem necklace he’d given me, but better to leave breadcrumbs so he’d be comfortable leaving me alone. They all bowed their heads and I left, headed to the Gates of Horn and Ivory so I could reach the shores of the Dreaming. Dream Walking was in my nature, something that I couldn’t ignore for too long. Between the urge to explore, doors randomly appearing, and my own curiosity I had made it a point to still see whose dreams I could visit, but learned to try and start off outside the Heart of the Dreaming when starting. Before, I would find myself in the dream of whoever was nearby my apartment or if I was thinking of someone particular, but here I was surrounded by all living things and that meant I could end up honestly anywhere. It’d been confusing and weird so if I left the Heart’s boundaries I could more easily target where I wanted to go. I was taking the long way today, choosing to walk out of the Heart rather than vanish to the shores in a blink. In truth, the Gates were intimidating, huge against my small form and I was afraid I couldn’t even open them. But also, something I had noticed a couple times before… As the Gates opened on their own and allowed me to pass through, I watched as they closed and took in the intricate carvings there. Morpheus said the gates and his helm were made from the bones and horns of old gods that had once tried to take over the Dreaming. He’d defeated them and carved the gates himself as a reminder. He didn’t talk much about it, but I figured that was because he never liked talking about situations where he “lost.” My fingers traced over the images on the doors, brow furrowed. I never got the chance to examine the details thoroughly, always moving onto the next thing or having Dream whisk me away. But I could see it now. It was a story. A story about him, his face easily discernible in the ivory material with a huge image of his helm carved on both sides high above. “So you noticed that,” a voice asked behind me, startling me. I whirled, pulling my hand away as if I’d been burned and noticed a woman standing behind me. She had long black hair, black eyes warm, and a long white sheath dress draped over her form. While she looked normal, it was hard to determine if she was old or young, her face beautiful but unremarkable. Her voice was soft but slightly rough, experience weighing each word. But there was a maternal feeling that radiated from her and I found myself relaxing without understanding, “I beg your pardon?” She smiled and came to my side, black tresses swaying in the light breeze as her eyes took in the carvings on the door, “Our lord does like to torture himself so. He leaves the things that pain him scattered around him like traps, waiting for them to draw blood.” My eyes were on her, a frown on my lips, “Sometimes we keep the things that hurt us around as reminders to do better.” Her smile was sad, “It can be both. Lessons and masochism.” Chewing on my lower lip, I examined the carvings again and the real reason why I was interested. There was a woman carved there alongside him, face close to his and eyes locked. She was pretty and I hated the bubbling of jealousy I felt low in my stomach, the absurdity of it all. That this woman was important enough to be carved into the gates, a permanent memory of them both. “Her name was Alianora,” the woman next to me spoke as if reading my mind, “When the Dreaming was young and our lord was imprisoned in his own dungeons while the Old Gods took control, he was desperate enough to ask his siblings for help.” That comment alone was enough to convey the seriousness of the situation. She raised a hand and caressed the gate, fingers finding the nooks and engravings there, “Most denied his call for aid, not wanting to interfere, except his sibling Desire. For while things had been strained and have remained strained between them, they are family after all.” “None of them but Desire came?” I asked with a frown, “Not even Death?” She smiled at the disbelieving tone in my voice, registering it. “It was a long time ago, darling girl, and even Death was a different being then,” the woman explained gently before continuing with the story, “Desire could not give him armies as their brother Destruction could and would not come directly to aide him, but instead sent a lover and told him to treat her kindly. Thus, Alianora came to be.” She pulled her hand from the door, stepping back to get a look at the full picture and I could feel a knot in my throat, “Though he had denied a lover at first, Desire can get their hooks into your heart easily. So he accepted her. In return for her help, he promised his heart and they battled the Old Gods together, returning his realm to their proper ruler, but not unscathed. Alianora was harmed and the scar on her cheek became an omen.” My teeth were gnawing my lip to pieces and I could taste the hint of blood in my mouth. I didn’t have to be a genius to know where the story ended. I was here and had no mention of this woman that had fought at Morpheus’ side. Not even a mention, but at this point it wasn’t surprising. He kept things locked tight still, “What happened to her?” The black haired woman turned to me and in a move that felt so natural, hooked her elbow through mine and led me away from the gates to walk along the shore. I didn’t fight her, letting her carry me away from the gates with full trust, “You know what happened. The true question you wish to ask is why you have not heard of this woman before. So I ask you this, do you wish for the pretty truth or the real one?” I don’t know why I trusted her, this stranger who wove the story of the gates for me and seemed to care. Maybe because she was of the Dreaming so she couldn’t have wished me harm but didn’t seem to feel the need to protect Morpheus’ image. Maybe because she felt like my own mother had when she was alive, gentle and caring and letting me choose what I could handle. “The real one,” I whispered, meeting her black eyes. She smiled and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes, “Yes, I can see why he likes you. There is a fire in you that burns brightly and men like Lord Morpheus are moths, drawn to that fire. Very well then.” We reached the edges of the shore and the light of the sky glistened off the water, no visible sun in the sky. We stopped and watched the water, her arm around mine, “Our lord did not keep his promise. He did love her at first, as one always loves one of Desire’s creatures, but as time went on that love faded and turned cold and cruel. The absence of Desire is harsh as their presence. For she was alone, surrounded by him in all aspects in the Dreaming but unloved by him… and he did not care for her suffering. Her time in the Dreaming changed her so she could not return home and going to the Waking world would destroy her. She had come to set him free and was caged in return.” “Where is she now?” I whispered, arm gripping her own tightly in solace and she gripped mine in return. A rock amongst a raging river, comforting and grounding. The brightly glistening water and bright sky were so cheerful, a juxtaposition to our conversation and I couldn’t help but feel a little numb, thoughts a tangled mess. “He built her a skerry that would be hers to control and shape to her will. For as long as she wished for it to remain so too shall she remain there until the time comes that she wishes for the compact to end. I doubt he’s seen her in thousands of years now, content to let things lie, but the gates…are a constant reminder. Of his failures in both aspects,” she finished as her skirt billowed around us, mixing with my own. White and black. The story left a bitter taste in my mouth and I swallowed the tears that threatened to spill, knowing that I had asked for this. Curiosity killed the cat… The black haired woman turned to me, hand on my cheek, “Poor thing, I had not wished for our first meeting to cause you distress. Loving Lord Morpheus is not for the faint of heart and I know that fire in you. Passionate to a fault. It can burn bright but also devastate in its fury. You are not a gentle thing and neither is he. I suppose it’s up to him which way that fire turns in the end.” “I don’t- uh,” I stammered, “Me and him- we’re not.” She raised a brow, disbelief clearly on her face as I tried to dispute her. But there was a smile and some humor and she only smoothed some of my hair away, “Nonetheless, you are the first Dream Walker to ever be allowed to come into her power which makes you a rare thing. I am not surprised you caught his eye, but the road will be hard. Lord Morpheus, while not nearly as terrible as he used to be, is not an easy one.” “That doesn’t scare me,” I whispered shakily, swallowing through the tightness in my chest. “Oh I have no doubt about that,” she laughed, “You are a brave one. Do not be afraid, but be understanding of what you’re involved in. Firm, but forgiving. He is used to getting his way and does not like to be told no, but sometimes does not understand what’s best. You’ll have to be patient. He is changing, but is also fighting that change. You’ll need to take care of him and yourself, brave girl.” I gulped and nodded as her words spun in circles through my head. It was reassuring and daunting as the long road of the future stretched before me. I could only keep verbally denying to everyone else that this relationship wasn’t something much bigger. But I knew in my heart, “Thank you-” The sound of wings flapping broke the sound of the steady slosh of the water lapping along the shore and we both turned to look up as Matthew flew to us. A large boulder broke the flat surface not far from us and he landed, shaking his feathers out to cast the salt water from his body, “Eve! I didn’t know you’d left your cave.” The woman, Eve apparently, smiled at him, “Hello, Matthew, I do leave on occasion. I’m not always confined to the cave, wandering through nightmares. Sometimes I like the peace of the shores.” Matthew hmphed in a very bird-like way, cawing, and turning my way, “I was wondering if you’d met Eve yet, Dahl! I stay with her when I’m not with the Boss- well, all the ravens do. She takes care of us.” The name Eve finally clicked into place, recognizable in the fabric of my being, and I furrowed my brow quizzically, “Eve, like in the bib-” “As in Eve the dream and Eve the nightmare,” she interrupted, her smile knowing but resolute, “We are all stories here, darling girl, and I am but one. I am glad to have met you at least and even more glad to see you in the future.” I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling her hand drop to my own and squeeze before she turned to the large bird, “Now Matthew, shall we return to the cave as you seem so desperate for me to be there?” Matthew mumbled an excuse, hopping up onto her shoulder, “I- I didn’t say that! I was just surprised!” but he looked back at me as if unsure if he should leave with her. I waved a hand, nodding him away, “I’ll see you later, Matthew. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” Eve gave me a smile, both knowing and sad, “Take care of yourself, Lady.” And as I watched them both walk away, a pit in my stomach as her words echoed over and over again, I glanced at the gates we had walked away from and the woman carved into them. Alianora.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x fem!reader #morpheus x fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #dream of the endless #the sandman fanfic #sandman fanfic #the sandman fic #sandman fic #Series: Fragments #Fic: Interwoven

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🌙 ⭐️ for the asks please!

asks! asks! asks! (game i took these from is right here)

🌙 Crescent moon - Do any of your character have to hide a part of themselves? Why?

oh absolutely because i love writing repressed little freaks and i also think that even the most open and honest characters almost always have some aspect of themselves they want to conceal even if they’re not aware of it. that kind of thing makes for really interesting conflict. it is hard to choose just one of my characters to ramble about for this since there’s so many of them, but i think i’m going to go with fiver because he’s such an extreme case. that guy isn’t just hiding A part of himself he is hiding EVERY part of himself knowingly and willingly and lying constantly to cover it up! in another world he’d be putting a fake name on his nametag at work and making up stories to impress people at clubs into buying him drinks but we’re here and he knows world-altering secrets instead! also he’s a late game main pov (i’m talking a one-off in the first books epilogue and then NOTHING until book 3) so we mostly see him through other characters eyes throughout the series, who all operate on varying levels of is-something-going-on-here-or-am-i-just-weird-about-this-guy?? (it’s both both is good) which is where you end up getting stuff like this:

And she likes Fiver. She does. Really. Truly. Probably because he’s impossible not to like. But as the days trip past it’s equally impossible to ignore the fact that talking to him feels an awful lot like talking to a one-way mirror. Seeing yourself reflected back ever-so-slightly tilted, knowing that there has to be something there just beyond the glass, behind the smile, but being unable to see past the light of your own shiny eyes in the cherry red tint of those infamous glasses.

as for WHY he’s like this… well you see- [COMICALLY LARGE TRUCK DRIVES PAST HONKING ITS HORN AND OBSCURING ME FROM VIEW] so yeah ☺️

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favourite character? If so, why are they your favourite?

i really wish this one was harder to answer because i love all of them so much i really really do, but it’s agnes-maria white (one of the mcs from my main project) alll the way for me. i think it’s because her voice just comes so? naturally?? to me? like i could be in her head for HOURS and not be worn down like i can get writing other characters. she just has a very strong presence to me and the arc i have planned for her is falling into place very very well even though i’m technically just at the beginning of it. she’s my best friend. she’s my specialist girl in the whole wide world. she’s 17. she’s never had a friend her age who wasn’t literally actually dead. she’s got mommy issues. she’s more worried about about being a closeted lesbian than about the cult that’s trying to kill her. shes an extrovert that doesn’t know how to talk to people. she’s filled with incredible kindness. she’s weird about god. she’s got the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. she’s an “i can fix him” girl. she basically got into magic school by wandering through the death woods looking like three day old roadkill. she’s filled with incredible rage. she immediately imprints on anyone who is passingly nice to her. she was born to wear novelty earrings and listen to lo-fi beats to study and relax to but she’s in the fucking torture labyrinth instead. she’s even catholic.

#LONG answers i’m sorry i simply have the brainworms im afraid #duality of man (characters i love) is that i want to give agnes a kiss on the forehead and a mug of tea #meanwhile i want to put FIVER in a jar and shake it #my apologies if that is all utterly incomprehensible #creme gets an ask #wip: ghost story

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character aesthetics tag

colors ;

red / orange / yellow / green / blue / purple / pink / brown / black / white / grey / silver / gold / bronze / metallic / matte / royal blue / forest green / blood red / navy blue / cream / mint green / neons / pastels / jewel tones

body ;

claws / long fingers / fangs / teeth / wings / tails / lips / bare feet / freckles / bruises / scars / scratches / wounds / burns / spikes / feathers / webs / fur / eyes / hands / heart / blood / sweat / tears / animalistic / thin / lithe / chubby / curvy / short / tall / average height / muscular / piercings / tattoos / body modifications

weapons ;

fists / sword / dagger / knives / spear / bow / crossbow / hammer / shield / poison / gun / axe / throwing weapons / whip / pepper spray / tasers / canon / catapult / slingshot / explosives / nunchaku / mace / staff / shadows / wand / magic / magical item / non-magical powers / stone / teeth / nails / fear/ Broom/ HOOVES/ HORN

materials ;

gold / silver / platinum / titanium / diamonds / pearls / rubies / sapphires / emeralds / amethyst / iron / rust / steel / pyrite / glass / wood / porcelain / paper / wool / fur / lace / leather / silk / velvet / denim / linen / cotton / charcoal / clay / stone / asphalt / brick / marble / dust / glitter / blood / dirt / mud / smoke / ash / shadow / rubber / synthetics

animals ;

lions / wolves / eagles / owls / bears / boars / falcons / hawks / swans / snakes / turtles / ducks / bugs / spiders / crickets / sparrows / whales / dolphins / fish / sharks / horses / cats / dogs / rabbits / mantises / crows / ravens / mice / rats / lizards / foxes / peacocks / livestock / werewolves / unicorns / pegasi / dragons / gryphons

food & drink ;

sugar / salt / candy / bubblegum / wine / champagne / hard liquor / beer / coffee / tea / milk / spices / herbs / apples / oranges / lemons / cherries / strawberries / watermelons / berries / bread / vegetables / meats / fish / ambrosia / pies / cakes / desserts / vanilla / chocolate / honey / cream / caramel / nuts / cinnamon / hamburgers / burritos / pizza / french fries

hobbies ;

music / art / theater / gardening / woodworking / smithing / sculpting / painting / sketching / fighting / riding / reading / writing / composing / cooking / sewing / training / dancing / acting / singing / martial arts / self-defense / sports / technology / cameras / video games / movies / comics / cds / vinyls / cassettes / piano / strings / guitar / harmonica / harp / woodwinds / brass / percussion / gambling / chess / biking / climbing / running / exploring / hunting / caregiving

style ;

lingerie / leotard / cape / dress / tunic / vest / dress shirt / sweater / boots / heels / leggings / trousers / jeans / skirt / earrings / necklace / choker / bracelet / ring / pendant / hat / crown / circlet / helmet / scarf / brocade / cloaks / corsets / doublet / armor / bracers / belt / sash / fur coat / leather jacket / duster / trench coat / hood / gloves / socks / stockings / mask / cowls / braces / wristwatch / pocket-watch / glasses / sunglasses / contacts / makeup / blindfold / eye-patch / uniform

misc ;

balloons / bubbles / cityscape / light / dark / candles / war / peace / greed / wealth / power / clocks / photographs / mirrors / pets / journals / madness / sanity / sadness / happiness / optimism / pessimism / nihilism / kindness / loneliness / family / friends / allies / followers / enemies / smoking / drugs / love / revenge / living / dead / undead / immortal / heartless

Swiped from: @nykrose

Tagging: @distoretion @bastard-basket @dirthara-an

#about Cairi #dash games #Cairistiona #Unicorn #Unicorn Witch

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hazbincalifornia · 3 months

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Hazbin Liveblog Episode 8

And the finale!

Oh yeah, I bet you'd like to see Alastor get fucked. /shot For real though, the animation here is so good.

Lilith mentioned again. Hmmmmmmmm.

Angel getting off the pole by flipping around like it's an actual pole is a nice touch.

I like Angel's little hat.

6/10 for going 'but if we don't win' during a pep talk, even if it's followed by something sweet. Cherri's unimpressed look is great though.

Oh, Niffty. I love not dying too, Vaggie. My favorite thing to do.

The animation on Alastor's little head-waggle is fantastic.

Alastor and Niffty moment, eeeee! Mimzy's right, he really is sweet if he actually likes you. He let her put a crown of roaches on his head and just laughed a little.

Oh, Angel is in love in love.

MISS BOMB...

THE CAPTIONS STRAIGHT UP CALL IT 'ROMANTIC MUSIC'

He's doing his best!!!!

Two dicks semi-canon, huh.....

Aaaaaand I'm tearing up at the soft ballad love reprise of More than Anything... love always matters, whether familial, romantic, platonic, or something in between.

And the kiss is lovely, not too quick but moving in at the same time and confident the other reciprocates. That's so sweet.

I never really noticed before, but why do all the exterminators have different horns? You think they'd all match either Adam (as the leader) or Lute (as the general that isn't Adam but is one of 'them'.)

The more intense Lute is, the more I like her.

So all exterminators are women? Wonder how that happened, if Adam decided he just wanted to lead an all-girl army or they were all made off one specific base.

Oh hey, cool outfits from Charlie and Vaggie! I like the Apple symbol on her mask/helmet thing.

Cherri looking butch and me looking Gay, mayhaps... I also love how Angel tore the middle off his suit and, although I can't quite tell from the style, hotpants. He's going down with his midriff exposed, by god.

Oh hey, Velvette isn't straightening her hair! Probably not worth it if they're laying low where nobody's watching. I love her dress too.

"Let the slaughter begin" I am going to rewatch that a few times. Just for me.

Niffty is definitely helping by stabbing the corpses. I love her.

I just noticed Charlie's in a cute little crown! It looks good on her, subtle but tasteful.

Ponytail Vaggie Fucks. And she WILL be fucking Charlie by the end of the week, I'm s. That's a look meant for eating pussy.

Adam coughing after taking down the shield... he's probably not used to putting in any real effort, just taking down helpless sinners like fish in a barrel.

"First man, next to die" is a banger of a line.

And the Alastor Swear tally is up to three!

"Jazz is for pussies" is nothing next to the first man line. Up your game, man, you're talking to a real wordsmith. Alastor's whole Thing is obnoxiously talking you to death.

I am like 90% sure whoever put in the 'edge-lord' line was snickering to themselves while writing it. He is, but we love him. (Viv's comic joking about how he's an edgy deviantart oc was just going around again the other day.)

I actually wheezed out loud at 'too much fucking red'.

Alastor absolutely pinned it- Adam's coasted for far too long and doesn't have any real, dangerous bite behind his bark. Alastor's probably fucked over dozens of overconfident pricks just like him.

See, 'radio is fucking dead' is a better line! Don't know how much sense it makes for Adam to know to say that since Alastor didn't really introduce himself as the Radio Demon, but still.

Oh. Oh he fucked up.

Alastor swear count is up to four, and the first one that's not carefully calculated.

On one hand: This is Bad. On the other, as a Favorites Getting Fucked Up Enjoyer: This is great.

I love how Velvette and Val seem to be watching Vox freak out over the actual screen.

And a thousand fic-writers cried out in anguish at Vagatha being decanonized. Was that ever canon or just a fanon thing?

You know, it makes perfect sense the fireworks thing from the pilot could be used in combat.

Yeah, you did walk right into that one.

Aaaaa big brother Angel is so good. Poor little eggy.

WAIT, ARE WE.... WAIT IS THE DEATH ACTUALLY GONNA BE PENT OR IS THIS GONNA BE A FAKEOUT? At least he got his kiss.

NOOOOOO

Oh fuck Charlie looks badass, and of course it would be like a magical girl thing.

I love how brutal Lute is- slamming her head violently against the table especially. There's no attempt to make the girl on girl fight 'sexy'.

Oh wait, she has a tail???? I didn't see it at first, but it's a good look on her.

Called Vaggie was going to pull a 'you only get to live because I let you'. Brutal that she lost her arm though, but deserved.

Okay, I actually shrieked out loud with laughter at 'I'm going to fuck you' and it went dead silent and cut to everybody's expressions and Angel has the fucking best smug grin. I sense as soon as I return to twitter at least five people I follow will have that as an icon.

"Wait, what did I say" and it goes right back to fighting. Comedy gold.

Niffty killing him is pitch-fucking-perfect. I never would have seen it coming but I also adore it. Niffty the king-slayer.

The switch between drama and jokes in this episode are really on-point. I do think Adam obliterating Pentious in half a second was... a bit much, though.

Charlie... they were never going to listen.

A reprise of 'happy day in hell' with a theme of 'the show must go on'... that's brilliant. I love Jeremy's voice, it's perfect.

Alastor looks completely fucking unhinged and I'm Looking Intently.

WHAT? WHAT????? Is he like..... replacement Adam now???? Or just proof redemption works?

So.... Lilith masterminding Alastor's deal not proven or disproven, but she did make a deal with Lute somehow to kill Adam. Iiiiiinteresting.

#hh spoilers #shadow says stuff

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snugglyporos · 4 months

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Houou and the Jupiter poros come bearing Poromas gifts!!!

First of all, candy and cookies for the stockings! And toys! Cute little phoenix and fox plushies!

She also has several picture storybooks about the holidays that she will read to them later tonight with some hot chocolate!

For the feast, cinnamon muffins and a chocolate Yule Log with powdered sugar and vanilla icing snow, decorated with colored icing holly leaves and cherries for holly! Then her famous mashed potatoes, vegetable medley, and lasgna with no meat, but with extra ricotta and mozzarella cheese! And a beautiful cheese pizza with basil and tomatoes!

Now, for individual presents!

For Snowball, special carved stones in various shapes and colors! A snowflake made of angel aura quartz! A star made of labradorite! A star called a merkaba made out of rose quartz! And a reindeer plushie to snuggle!

The gift for Punky is a special gem. It is a pink star sapphire! She can wear it however she likes. Oh, and of course, a Hot Topic gift card, as usual!

For Woolbur, some Jupiterran herbs to grow! And some saplings that will grow into trees for his forest home! Also, some magical runestones!

Pete's present is an assortment of seeds from Jupiter. Some will grow beautiful flowers, and others some interesting and tasty vegetables!

Conflict's gift is a comic book featuring amazing heroes! Do not worry. It is poro appropriate, since she made it herself! Conflict is even in the story!

Woolly gets a big teddy bear to snuggle!

Riceball shall receive a gift of, well, riceballs! All with different yummy fillings!

For Mr. Scuttles, a big basket of Jupiterran fruit!

And finally, the baby block poros also get some nice carved stones shaped like stars!

HAPPY POROMAS!!!

Truly, this was all so nice! So many things! Are good! Make poros happy! The poros swarm friend pink human and the wiggly horned poros! Is so kind of them to give so much! The poros radiate much love! So much love! cannot imagine a better poromas than this!

All the love and snuggles to friend pink human and the wiggly horned poros! Is best poromas ever!

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Offical note: 22.11.2023.r

A palette a skin so enifing bit redsinging more dys ver like reddy knows but it:::

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#rosepink_megaman_ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube #art 2023

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cherryhorns · 2 years

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hello hi the first 5 pages of chapter 1 of my comic are now up on comicfury HERE !! not much going on yet but I wanted to share just a little bit of what I’ve been working on lately :)

#cherry horns #not much happens honestly but! it’s there!#this is to motivate me to keep creating more soonish #web comic #webcomic #cherry horns comic #comicfury #digital art #artists on tumblr #my ocs #procreate #original character #my art #jackalope montague

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zuffer-weird-girl · 2 years

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OKAY SO I JUST FOUND THIS ACC AND IM IN LOVE PLS I HAVE SOME IDEAS (MAKE THEM ONLY IF YOU WANT)

1:dabi/overhaul with s/o that have mommy issues ( i suffer from mommy issues)

2: ,dabi/ overhaul with s/o that have weirdcore and dreamcore style.

3: dabi/ overhaul with s/o that is daughter satan and their s/o quirk is creepy af af?👀 lmao?👀

I'm picking number three I hope you don't mind

Dabi

"Yeah yeah sure doll Endeavour is an asshole too."

"No, Dabs I'm serious."

"Aham." He crosses his arms, the scarred skin flexing as he arches one of his eyebrows while leaning on the wall of the hide out.

"Why is it so hard to believe me on this?"

"Because the only time you can actually be just as scary as a demon it would be on your period-" He cackled when you threw a pillow at him screaming for to shut his mouth. "Not only that but in all the years we've been together you never showed any signals of quirk besides self healing baby so-"

Your eye twitched before you sighed and looked to the side.

"... OK OK." He uncrossed his arms and walked until he was right in front of you. "Show me."

"Uh? Yeah no."

"Why not?"

"Because is creepy as hell! No pun intended. But also... well, my appearance gets a bit.... different and... you do know I have problems with my self-esteem and-" half smooth lips sealed on yours on a gentle yet firm kiss, enough to shut you up and calm your nerves.

"Doll, look at me. I don't have place to judge, and even if I wasn't half dead-ow" you hit him "I would still find you beautiful. No matter your size or appearance."

You smiled warmly at the man as he took notice of what he said before averting his eyes somewhere in sorta of embarrassment.

"Thank you.. Touya." He flinched at hearing the name but still smirked when you took a big breath in.

The room sorta became... chilly as your forearms set ona fire similar to his as two horns slow and sorta painfully grew from the top of your head, sharps fangs grew out of your mouth and even cut your own lips and the cherry on top, two pairs of EYES opened to look directly at him, one on your forehead and the other pair right bellow your normal eyes which by the way weren't normal anymore as now they were shaped like (e/c) fire danced and single black line as your pupil.

In your skin it had some marks that looked like painful scars

As you looked at the arsonist you couldhave chuckled from the way his sapphire eyes were wide open and the healthy skin of his face was slightly paler if it wasn't for the... situation.

"What. The. Fu-" you groaned, a sound that send shivers down his spine

"You asshole you asked to see this." You murmured and felt your eyes sting with tears until you saw you boyfriend grab your horns.

"How the fucking hell you dared to hide this?" He mumbled nonchantky yet with his eyes comically wide "You use fire too the hell?!"

"Is this your concern." You chuckled as he stared at you before leaving

"I feel betrayed. Betrayed by that shitass and now by my own girlfriend. I'm going to that corner of the misery-" you laughed and followed dabi

"I'm sorry I'm sorry!" You both heard screams from Toga and Twice as they pointed at you.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT HAPPENED TO (Y/N)?!"

"(Y/N)-CHAN WHAT?!?!"

Before you could explain Dabi set his arm on fire and stared directly at the two with rage and a murderreous aura around him.

"Dare to say a thing about this and I'll burn you to crisp Twice... is her quirk deal with it."

You smiled before waking your arms on a circle mention to your humanoid appearance to appear again.

"THATS SO COOL (Y/N)-CHAN! Say sag you tasted blood from others like me then? Do demons drink blood? What is the taste of a demon?" Toga hoped to you with a psychotic smile while Twice started to scold you for scaring him yet ask about your quirk...

Unfortunately that didn't last longer because your boyfriend lost his patience with both kf them and almost set fire on the room while leaving hand in hand with you.

Shigaraki wasn't happy.

Overhaul

The silence was crushing you.

You had to open your mouth about this... now look at what got you.

Chisaki Kai. One of the most cruel and intelligent man you ever know, whose had a answer for everything had dropped his papers and widened his eyes when you told him that you were actually daughter of THE Morningstar and you had a quirk. He hated quirks! Why did you even said that?!?

"Kai..." You whispered in fear after long 5 minutes in silence "please say something..."

He blinked once or twice... still nothing.

"You... you are the daughter of Lucifer? Satan?" You nodded apprehensively "and you got a quirk which you never told me in fear I would react badly...?"

You nodded looking down at the mess of papers on the ground. Kneeling on the ground, you oicked them up to distract yourself.

"... that is something unexpected." He murmured before he crouched down at your level and picked the remaining papers and accepting with a nod the ones you gave to him.

You observed the Yakuza put the documents on his desk and then sit in the sofa. Knees spread and elbows resting knees them as be clapped his Hans together and rested his head on them.

"K-Kai I'm sorry but... I-I didn't know what to do... you always hated quirks and honestly what was I suppose to say?"

"You... lied. You did say you have a quirk... but it was self healing. Not this." He hissed and you flinched.

"I didn't wantedyou to hate me! Ig was already difficult when I had to admit I had a quirk but I didn't exactly lied! It is part of my powers!" You cried as he sighed.

"You have more than one. Great." You mentally faced palmed "You know that I hate lies (Y/n). I trusted you woman." He hissed

"I AM SORRY!" You cried "BUT IS NOT EXACTLY EASY TO BE DAUGHTER OF SOMEONE HUMANITY PUTS BLAME ON ALL THE TIME CHISAKI!" You welled in your hands as the room became silent as he proceed your words in his head.

You sat down on the other side of the sofa, sobbing and he immediately took notice that the tears were blood which made him hiss at disgust a little ...

"... apologies." You sniffles before listening to him fully "I do not know how is that."

"No..." You sighed "Is not like you haven't been through hell either..."

"You hesitated to tell me about this due to my... distaste for quirks... is that it?" You nodded as you wiped the remaining red fluid from your face.

"You always talk about it. How disgusting and how there is a theory that quirks came from rats... I thought that with this plus the fact of who is my father it would just... torn what we have apart."

He blinked before taking a deep breath in and looking at you directly on the eyes.

"Since is all out this secret... maybe it would be best if you showed it to me what is like your quirk." You laughed humorless

"For what? Make you hate me more or just be completely disgusted by it you sadomasochist."

"If you don't show me this side of you is tjos relationship really going to work out? Without any trust from both of us? Let this just floating in the air."

You stared at him like he was crazy.

"Let's make a deal." Those golden orbs stared right at yours without any emotion.. much like he did with his business partners "if you do show me.. I will forgive you for lying."

You widened your eyes at that. Kai never was a man to forgive.

"... my appearances will change." You mumbled before standing up as be did the same.

"As if looks mattered to me the most." He growled as you shared your head.

"No no. I know that Kai... I'm just... warning you."

You sighed with closed eyes and could feel two pairs of black wings growing on your back, horns growing on your temples as he saw one of them was broken. The white on your eyes turned into pitch black whiel your nails grew in the form of talons..

You opened your eyes and saw Chisaki with the same emotionless expression... waiting for you to explain.

"I can heal. No matter if someone chops my arms off it will grow back in a manner of 5 seconds at most (haha I did the joke about his arms again *cries*)... the capacity of reading people thoughts and-" you clenched your fingers up " "wants". Flying is basically evident due to the wings and all and ... I can poison someone with just a scratch of my nails on their skin... the person will problem die in manner of 10 or 15 minutes after the scratch or something."

It was silence before you flinched at a gloved hand carrying your marked cheek as he stared in deep interest at your features.

"Black with (e/c)... interesting." He muttered and you let out the most confused "eh?" Of your life. "Those wings partially I think it will have some problem bit since they are in shape I suppose is not bad."

Chisaki looked at you with soft eyes before lowering his mask, speaking seriously.

"Your quirk is in fact terrifying. But it does have its beauty. Can't deny it." He brushed the back of his index finger on your broken horn. "Explain this."

"Kids at school." You snorted as he hummed.

"Better hunt them down then."

"Wait what? No Kai-"

"Oh yes." He brushed his nose on yours "my nephilim." He whispered and you snorted.

"But those are descentds of demons and angels though?"

"Are you certain?" He muttered before tilting your chin up to look at his jumb expression but a glint on his golden eyes that showed a tad bit of emotion "Because you were always a angel to my eyes."

You giggled with bloody tears in your eyes before turning back as he observed the demonic features dissappear.

"So this means I'm forgiven?" You asked hopefully as be nodded before grunting in annoyance when you hugged him tight and nuzzle your face in his chest.

"Get off woman." He hissed with his arms in the air and his face three shades of red.

"So mean! Let me hug my boyfriend after the sweet things he said at least!"

He grumbled but slowly you felt a pair of muscular arms holding you gently against him.

.......

(A/n): Heya.

Sorry for taking so long (as always) and thanks for the time you all took to read this if you did. Is been a while since I wrote something so of course I know the characters are both OOC and not like I used to write so I apologize for that!

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

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every-thingsadream · 2 years

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so i spent 4 days bingeing the entirety of @speremint’s comic Brimstone and Roses on webtoon and AA!! i love these two so much and i cant wait to see them again :))

[image ID: a digital painting of bea and lazareth from brimstone and roses. lazareth is a thin demon man with blue skin, pale green hair, a goatee, black horns, and acid-green eyes with goatlike pupils. he is wearing a white shirt with a black vest, a black tie, dark gray suit pants, loafers, light blue socks with cats on them, and arm garters holding up his rolled-up shirt sleeves. bea is a curvy latina woman with wavy, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. she is wearing a white crop top with a stylized cherry graphic on it, blue jeans, and red sneakers.

both of them are posed as if they are floating against the purplish-pink background. laz is outlined in pale blue and bea is outlined in bright red. they are turned away from each other. laz is smirking over at bea, and bea is playfully rolling her eyes in his direction. his tail is wrapped around her wrist, and an acid-green thread outlined in red connects their pinky fingers together. end ID.]

#my art #art #fanart #illustration #digital art #original art #my artwork #brimstone and roses #webtoon #bnr #bnr webtoon #beatrice rosario #lazareth #bnr bea #bnr lazareth

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1engele · 3 years

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daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 6. high

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[warnings: SMUT (it's female receiving oral), weed]

"i think of you in colors that don't exist." — Watching Sal shift repeatedly in his seat and squirm uncomfortably the entire way home is almost comical. You watch him shorten the distance between his thighs and then spread them over and over again as he drives, smiling to yourself.

"Doing okay over there?" You ask, a giggly lilt to your voice as you sit still in your spot.

The feeling between your legs is still buzzing and the engine rumbling your seat beneath you is a bit.. overstimulating.. but you're decent.

"Hmm," he hums in response, squinting your way. "Stop baiting at me," he teases.

When you pull into the parking lot at Addison's Apartments, the both of you remain seated for a silent moment, after Sal pulls the keys from the ignition. The high from moments ago has dulled down, and you're left to soak in what exactly had happened.

Except you don't. You don't even think about what had happened—you barely meet Sal's eyes, nervously grin and reach for the passenger door handle. "Alright, see you tomorrow, let me know what your dad says, text me, goodnight!"

Before the blue-haired boy even has a chance, you've opened the car door, hopped out, and gently shut it behind you. You weren't looking for him to catch up to you, either—so you ran like mad into the apartment complex and took the stairwell instead of waiting for the junky elevator.

When you'd gotten home, you were light on your feet and tiptoed through the living room towards your bedroom. You'd took note of Sal's earlier tactic (taking his shoes off before he entered the apartment) and mirrored it.

When you'd finally gotten to your room, you collapsed onto your bed, comforter beneath your back, and stared up at the ceiling.

Your mind was blank. You couldn't even mentally conjure the words to describe what had just happened.

As you ran the earlier events through your subconscious, you remembered the feeling of his teeth and mouth on the flesh of your neck—and how he'd sucked on it until it hurt. You jumped from your bed, ran (lightly) to your bathroom, turned the light on, and peered into the mirror.

You pushed your hair from your neck—which was stuck to your skin from sweat—and gasped in horror at what you saw.

Sure, they weren't fully formed and hadn't reached their full potential, but those were hickeys. Blood red, slightly purple, forming hickeys. And, from what you remember.. you'd attacked his neck worse than he had to you.

The boy was practically translucently pale. You burned with shame at yourself because of the purgatory you'd subjected him to. He'd have to hide them for a week.

You closed your mouth after hanging your jaw open for 30 minutes and breathed out slowly. Despite the nightmare they'd be to hide.. it was almost nice to see on you. Something of him was left behind. At least you had something to remind you that what had played out tonight occurred and hadn't been a dream, or something.

You pressed your fingers on the marks and winced. They were sore.

After a shower—a cold, icy shower—you retreated into bed. You were so exhausted, you didn't dream.

What felt like moments later—you knew better to say it was, though, because there was early morning light shining through your blinds—you were jostled awake by a cold hand on your shoulder. You groaned, turning to the person and squinting.

"Mom?" You slurred tiredly, taking in Michelle's dim silhouette looming over you. You almost couldn't tell who she was at first before you'd rationalized that the only person who'd be shaking you awake in this ungodly hour would be your mother. Also, you could tell by the work uniform she wore. "Wha'?"

And although you were half-awake, your mind was rational enough to remind you to pull the covers up and conceal the bruises on your neck, which you knew had probably worsened.

"The school called," her words are like a bite. You expected this, but hearing her confrontation is sort of scary. "Not only did you receive detention yesterday, but you skipped it. You're lucky you weren't suspended—I had to lie and blame family emergency for your disappearance."

You didn't say anything, staring up at her and into her eyes.

"I can't believe you. You'll still be attending detention—they've rescheduled it for today. If you pull a stunt like this again, you'll pay the price, got it?"

You couldn't remember the last time she'd scolded you. It's not like you did much to warrant it. You never had someone before recently to play hooky with—or to cheat answers off of in class. You never had friends before.

"Okay," you reply, breaking away from her eyes and looking anywhere else. Eventually, her dark gaze rips from your face and she leaves the room.

You watch your bedroom door that she'd closed behind her—listen to the muffled shuffling and jangling of keys in the living room, and when she finally shuts the front door, you breathe out a sigh of relief and roll over onto your back.

And you smile. Because it's funny. Because she has no idea what you did with a boy last night.

You reach beneath the covers and fish for your flip phone (which you'd started sleeping on, a habit spawned from paranoia) and open it. You know it's early, but you slept before receiving any texts, so maybe...

There's nothing. He hadn't messaged you.

Eventually, you roll back over and give yourself another hour or two of sleep. It's too early to start getting ready.

When you woke up again, you got ready—threw on a black halter top, along with an a-lined, purpley-blue plaid skirt. Slid your feet into over-the-knee black socks and rolled them up your legs and to just below your thighs. Topped it off with a chunky black shoe.

After that, you spent a moderate amount of time on your hair and a little on your face.

You made it a point to wear flavored lip gloss. For no particular reason.

The hickeys were still a bit visible, so you topped off your outfit with an oversized denim jacket. You didn't think that much about it. Whether or not that was a mistake would be decided later. There wasn't much you could do—you didn't own all of the makeup necessary to cover them.

You meet with Sal in the lobby first. You approach him before he's noticed that you're even there—standing with his eyes on his feet, kicking the ground and toeing at nothing.

"Hi," you breathed, unsure of yourself.

His head raises. When he meets your eyes, the light fixture over you flickers. "I can see them," Sal says, stepping closer to you and inclining his head to examine your jawline and below.

The actual is a bit abrupt—you're momentarily started. That is until you've processed what he'd said.

"Yeah," you agree, shrugging. He looks back up at your eyes, his gaze widening. "I can't do anything about it."

He laces a hand through his hair and genuinely looks panicked. That's when you decide to examine him—and his neck.

"Holy shit, Sal," you breathe, a laugh of pure disbelief slipping off of your tongue. "You look like someone choked you."

Sal groans. "Yeah, pretty sure you used teeth."

"What're you going to do about that?" You choose to disregard his prior statement.

"I have an easy way out. I'll claim Travis did it yesterday. Super suspicious because I wasn't bruised this way at the time.. but-"

You meet his eyes with a deadpanned expression. Internally, though—it's almost humorous.. the fact that neither of you are even questioning what you'd done together. But you knew that would bite you in the ass. You'd only done what you'd done once—maybe it shouldn't happen again.

"I don't know, Sal." You press your lips together, smooth the gloss around. You taste artificial cherry flavoring on your tongue. "They look like hickeys."

"No one is going to believe I've been given hickeys, Y/N."

"They'll believe it whenever they see we've got a matching set!" You exclaim, meeting his gaze warily. You struggle a bit. Before, it felt so easy to make eye contact with him—but now you could barely lock eyes without looking away.

"Matching set?"

You jerk, breaking your staring contest with the floor and sliding your eyes upward. Larry was a few feet away, speedily approaching as his long legs closed the distance. Quickly, you split your hair in the back—separating it into two sections and placing one on either side of your face.

You watched Sal mess with his in the corner of your eye.

Nervousness made your heart drop what felt like ten stories when Sal spoke in reply. "Hey, Larry," he says. "Is Ashley driving again?"

"Uh, yeah," He replied, running lanky fingers through his lengthy brown hair. "'Was thinking we could all do something after school."

You hold your breath.

"Oh," Sal takes a moment to swallow thickly. "Y/N and I are doing detention—so we can't."

Larry's dark brows draw downward, casting a shadow over his deep eyes. He glances over at you, examines your face, and then locks eyes with Sal like he had been moments before. "Again? Didn't you guys do that yesterday?"

You decide to give your response this time. "Must've been a misunderstanding. We did go to it yesterday—we just, um.. have to do it again. Today."

Before he can further question the situation, you all hear the beeping of a car horn outside of the complex. It sounds familiar—it's Ashley's car. You all step outside.

Looking at the pale silver Ford Fiesta leaves you with mixed feelings. It's nice to look at—but now it just reminds you of the fact Larry tried to get into an altercation with Sal inside of it.

This time, Todd is in the back seat by himself. It's almost comical. You raise an eyebrow and look towards Ashley in the driver's seat. She rolls her window down and acknowledges you with striking green eyes.

"Shotgun?"

You almost feel bad for leaving Sal in the backseat, knowing he's probably on edge with those marks on his neck. But you can't help yourself as you run around to the other side of the vehicle and climb into the passenger seat beside Ashley.

"It smells great in here, Ash. I forgot to tell you that last time," you smile as you breathe in the familiar strawberry scent.

"Thank you!" She grins. "Yeah, I really like these car fresheners."

The guys get into the back seat—Sal's in the middle, having climbed in first, to Todd's left, and Larry entering last.

Once the doors are shut and all hands and feet are inside of the car, Ashley shifts gears and gets going. She looks to you, then throws a look over her shoulder toward Sal. "How was detention, troublemakers?"

Your eyebrows furrow, about of stupidity washing over you. Even having discussed this with Larry and Sal only moments ago, you've completely forgotten that they thought you'd attended detention.

"Huh-"

"It was great," Sal cuts in. "We sat for hours and did nothing. A lot of fun."

You come to realization quickly, and look up to meet Sal's eyes in the rearview mirror. He's shaking his head in lighthearted disappointment—a glint of amusement in his blue gaze.

"Yeah," your laugh trails off. "Sal couldn't sit still. It was funny."

You smirk deviously. That was an obvious reference to last night, on the way back to the apartments.

He meets your eyes once again in the mirror in front of you. "Don't bait at me," he warns, but you hear his grin. That's what he'd said when you'd laughed at him last night.

You smirked, shifting in your seat. You smelled cigarette smoke and guessed Larry was smoking again. It doesn't smell regular, though—smells a bit grassy.

"You're fogging up the car, Larry! It'll be your fault if we crash!" Ashley confirms your suspicions as she yells over the sound of rushing wind. He's rolled down the window—it fails to eliminate the smell but clears your line of sight.

"Sorry," he grins around a cigarette. It was nice to see him in a better mood.

"Have any of you decided on the plans for after school?" Todd speaks up for the first time day, absentmindedly fiddling with his flip phone. It's not any of your business, but you wonder who he's texting. Every time you see him, he's playing with his phone.

Larry laughs, pulling the cigarette away from his lips. "No. Thought Sal or Y/N would have some ideas, but they can't even go. They've got detention again."

Ashley looks toward you, awaiting your confirmation.

"We always had detention again. It was a miscommunication.." you trailed off, telling a lie. They didn't know that, though.

You watch Sal fiddle with his rings in the rearview mirror. "It's my fault, really."

You're not sure exactly what he means. He could be talking about the reason you'd even been given detention (attempting to share quiz answers) or maybe he was talking about the fact you'd even ditched detention—because he'd proposed it.

You disliked how easy he was to blame himself. You'd agreed to it.

And it wasn't something you found yourself regretting—not only had you received the pleasure of grinding Sal into oblivion in the driver's seat, but you'd came while you were at it.

Something you did regret, though... was doing that while you were so unsure of yourself—and what exactly it was that he wanted from you.

Not only that, but what did you want from him?

What was this?

"No, not really," you replied, after momentarily zoning out. "I agreed to it—to you... um- giving me those answers, Sal."

You hear his rings clack, keeping your eyes on the road, and on the broken white lines in the middle of the asphalt that pass beneath the car. You assume he's pressed his hands together harshly. "Yeah, well, it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't proposed it."

This conversation wasn't really about test answers, was it?

You hear the crackle of a cigarette. No one else seems to assume anything about the conversation—just two people who refuse to blame the other person.

"The only thing I care about is the fact that you have to deal with the repercussions, Sal. I wouldn't care if it was just me having to do detention."

That shuts him up. He doesn't say anything after that.

"It's okay." You say, one last time.

After that (thank god) Ashley reaches towards the radio and turns to a channel. Heavy metal plays through the speakers—not too loud, though—and although it's a bit unsettling considering your mood, the distraction is welcome.

As soon as you've stepped out of the car in the school's parking lot, you regret the fact you hadn't worn a heavier jacket. The denim jacket is oversized, yes—but it's lightweight and breathable and you can feel the autumn wind fluttering against your skin.

Goosebumps rise on your arms. You involuntarily shiver.

You, Todd, Larry, Sal, and Ashley begin the walk inside of the school. You still smell smoke, and a glance to your left confirms that Larry is still smoking that cigarette.

"A teacher will see," you warn lightly.

"Eh, it'll be alright." He looks at you inquisitively and raises it toward you. When you meet his eyes, they're bloodshot. Your lips part in surprise.

"Are you... high?" Your gaze flickers to the cigarette again. Turns out, it's a joint. Larry is smoking weed. Figures.

He doesn't answer the question. It's not like he has to. Instead, he raises it toward you again, quirking an eyebrow questioningly.

You swallow the thick saliva that had begun to pool in your mouth and look toward the rest of the gang as they continue on.

"Why are you looking over there?" Larry calls you back from your reverie. You look up to meet his blown pupils again. "You don't need anyone's permission. If you want to smoke it, smoke it."

You bit your lip, raising a hand. Your digits twitched as you reached to pluck it from him. As you took the blunt away from his grip, and your fingers brushed, his eyebrows twitched upward.

Nervously, you inhale like you'd done with the cigarette. You don't feel it enter your lungs until you've ripped it away from your lips. You don't want this to go like the first time you'd ever smoked, so you hold it in. Those few moments feel like forever—but eventually, you cough, and allow yourself that relief.

You don't feel high, per se. You've only just smoked it, but it was a big draw, and you're already feeling the effects of lightheadedness.

Your head spins as you absentmindedly drag from it again. You don't realize how long you've been inhaling until lanky fingers have grabbed the blunt from you and pulled it away.

You blink slowly, looking up to Larry in confusion.

"Holy shit," his red eyes widen, before laughing comically. You find yourself giggling as well, experiencing a high that wasn't from weed—but from the rush of trying something forbidden and new.

"You're going to be so fucking high," he laughs again, passing a hand through his hair and looking down to the blunt. "It's... gone."

You can't even remember how long you'd been smoking that shit. How long had you been walking? How far back had Ashley parked?

Conveniently, as he examines the used-up joint, you pass by a green trash bin. He opens the lid and throws the useless blunt inside of it.

A few moments pass as you step onto the concrete leading up to the school. You vaguely feel Larry's large hand gripping your shoulder to steady you. Even though you felt a bit woozy, you remember to keep your hair in place, covering the hickeys Sal had left on your skin.

When you've stepped into the halls, the amount of people walking all around and bumping into you feels a bit overstimulating.

You hoist your bag tighter over your shoulder and follow after your friends. You feel Larry's arm bump into yours every so often, reminding you of his presence.

When you reach your locker, you put your books away, arranging them accordingly, etc. Once you've shut the locker door, hard enough for the cage to rattle—you sort of.. just- stand there. It feels like your consciousness is somewhere completely different, and yet all of this noise feels like too much.

Your heart is beating way too fast and it hurt to stand up straight.

It didn't feel bad—but you'd certainly rather snort salt and pepper than have to function an entire school day like this. You felt way too floaty, like everything was swaying—you honestly couldn't deter up from down.

You don't know where the rest of the gang is, and you're too high to care. You wander down the hall, and continue like that, even when the bell rings and everyone steadily begins to file off and into their respective classes.

Desperate to be alone, and sitting down somewhere, you find a door. It looks like the door handle is growing dust, and there are no signs or labeling on the wood. So you turn the handle and try your luck.

Of course, it's locked. Why else would a school keep an unused room unlocked?

You dig into the denim compartments of your large denim jacket, blinking away the blear in your eyes as you search between the seams at the pit of your pockets. Eventually, you find a stray bobby-pin. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you stick it into the keyhole and wiggle and force it accordingly.

There were multiple reasons you knew how to do this. Your mother used to accidentally lock you out of your previous flats. It wasn't a hobby you'd picked up—it was something you were required to learn. At least, so you wouldn't have to sleep in the hallway at night.

The door eventually gives. When you've entered, you find yourself in a storage room. It makes sense. All of the junk was stored here.

Still high as shit, and becoming a bit nauseous, you close the door behind you. That shuts out any light, and you feel a chill roll over your skin. You couldn't see shit.

You make haste as you reach into your pocket again and rip your flip phone out. You pop it open, and soon enough, your eyebrows raise in surprise. The messages are a bit unclear, but they're visible once you focus.

Sal :) Missed Call (2)

Sal :) where r you?

Sal :) i'm looking for you. class is about to start

Sal :) larry's gone too. you're with him?

Before you type out a reply, you use the phone's light to search the room for a light source of some kind. Eventually, you find a shaded lamp. You feel around for a cord, and once you've found it, you pull a bit. Thankfully, it's already plugged in.. somewhere.

You return your fingers to the lamp itself and turn it on. Soft yellow light fills the dusty room, and you sigh in relief.

You try to disregard the floating dust particles, and sink to the ground, pressing your back against a wide, wooden desk. As you adjust on the floor, the cold tile momentarily presses against your bare thighs. You breathe in sharply, allowing yourself a moment before going to reply to Sal.

You are you in class?

Sal :) No

Sal :) where are you?

You i'm not with Larry. m alone. DK where he is

Sal :) sure he's skipped to smoke. where are you

You allowed yourself to look around the dimly lit room before replying. You swore you felt the dust sticking to your skin, and the skirt hugging your lower half felt too tight.

You shakily breathed in, and then breathed out. You repeated this process, shaky fingers gripping the phone tightly.

You bobby-pinned my way into some storage room i'm sitting on the floor so high rn lol

Sal :) i know where that is. coming rn . it's at the end of a hall, right?

Sal :) what did you smoke?

You blinked slowly, wiggling your thighs back and forth.

You you're correct.

You smoked weed

Before you could comprehend what was even happening, the door directly in front of you had opened. You blinked as white light constricted your pupils before they returned to their expanded state as the silhouette closed the door. While he did that, you reached up to the desk, slid a drawer open, and placed your phone inside of it.

You could've just put it in your pocket. You didn't know why you didn't.

He sunk to the floor in front of you, sitting criss-cross applesauce. His shoes were a breath from yours as you hugged your bare knees tightly. Your lazy eyes followed his movements as he clasped his hands around his ankles. He seemed to be watching your eyes—because when you looked up to make eye contact, he'd already been looking.

"Can barely tell what your eye color is," Sal says nervously. "Your pupils are blown."

"Is' just the dark," you chide softly. "I'm fine. My heart's just beating really fast."

"How much did you smoke?" He asks, his blue eyes—ever vibrant, even in this dingy lighting—searching your face. "Larry gave it to you, right? Jesus.."

You genuinely think about it. It seems you think about it too hard because the room began to rotate.

Maybe that wasn't just the high. You'd fallen onto your side. Luckily, you'd been sitting already—so it was a gentle collide with the cold tile. It felt nice against your cheek. You closed your eyes and watched the floating colors and shapes that look like nerves flash across the backs of your eyelids.

You fully press your side against the floor snuggling into it like it's the softest blanket you've ever slept with.

"Hot," you breathe. "Get this jacket off."

Soon enough, you feel purposeful hands sliding the denim off of your arms. It takes effort to get it off of the arm beneath you, but Sal manages. He balls the jacket up and slides it beneath your head. When your cheek meets the cool denim, you feel at total peace.

"Better," you open your eyes. He's watching your face. You can tell he's concerned, but there's something in his gaze—a look that tells you that he knows he's got this handled. He was confident in himself to take care of you.

He's probably experienced this before.

You roll onto your back, holding your eyes open to look up at the ceiling. Your eyelashes ghost your eyebrows as your imagination forms clouds in the shapes of the floating things you see.

Your skirt rides up your thighs a bit. You don't pay attention to it until you feel Sal's ring-clad fingers gently fixing it for you. You look at his face and smile.

"We need to do it again," you mumble. You don't feel the sickness of the high anymore—only complete clarity.

"Do what?" He asks, curiosity lilting his words.

"What we did in the car."

After those words roll off of your tongue, all that meets you is the intaking of breath. It's so quiet in this storage room that you can hear him licking his lips. You hear shuffling, the clacking of rings, and your breath—and for a moment, you believe he won't say anything back to you.

"I," he starts, swallowing hard. "You.. when do you.."

"How about now?"

You grin, meeting his eyes. He blinks a few times.

"Y/N, I-" he cuts himself off with a breathy laugh. You don't know if he feels nervous—or he just genuinely cannot believe this is happening. You wouldn't blame him, because you can't process it, either.

It's the weed boosting your confidence like this.

Then and again, you'd been confident with him during your first sexual encounter. Maybe the high just amplified that.

"As much as I'd like to," he starts, voice tight, "I don't know how well walking around the rest of the day having... uh— would go. I know it'll happen. We've got detention to sit in, too."

You pouted sadly but accepted it. He didn't want to, and that was fine.

"But, I, um.." his eyes flickered across your face. "I could go down on you."

The words surprised you so much you jerked upward and into an upright position. Your shock had also made you a dumbass, it seemed, as well—because you smacked your head straight into the wooden drawer you'd left open, which you'd put your phone in not even a few minutes ago.

"Ow," you winced, hand reaching up to rub the sore spot.

"Holy shit," Sal says, now closer to you. He closed the drawer (something you should have done way earlier) and blinked down at you. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," you breathed, meeting his gaze. "You'd.."

His eyes shifted to the left momentarily. "Yeah. If you don't want me to, that's fine. Your decision. I mean, I have no experience, besides things I've heard before."

You felt a bit giggly all of sudden. Your forehead was pulsing but it was fine. "I can always teach you. I mean, I've never had someone go down on me but I know what feels good."

Sal's demeanor seems a bit nervous as he glances around the storage room. "You want this to happen in here?"

You let out an abrupt laugh, holding your upper body weight on your elbows and arms. "Yes."

He chuckles along with you. "Alright."

Once again, you thank whatever intuition it is you have for swaying you into choosing to wear a skirt again today. You feel Sal's eyes burning holes into your skin as you grip the hem of your skirt and pull the material of your skirt higher on your thighs until it's bunched up at your hips.

His eyes—which, moments ago, were so blue and clear—had now grown a bit darker and looked as though a shadow had been cast over their pretty sheen.

"Did you lock the door when you came in?" You breathed, the ache between your thighs painful as he stares you down.

"I don't think it locks from the inside. We'll have to make it quick."

You're heart's never beat this fast before. And it keeps crashing against your ribs when he slides his fingers up your legs. He pulls your knees away from each other, and shifts so he's a bit farther between your legs.

You watch him slide every silver ring off of his digits, collecting them in a palm and sliding them onto the wooden surface of the desk beside him.

Your blood pumps in your ears so loud you feel like your brain is going to explode. That is, until you feel the pressure of the pads of his fingers right between your thighs, over the fabric that separated his fingertips from the burning heat there. Every other sense diminishes as your entire body focuses on what you'd just felt.

You instinctively gasped, never having been touched so intimately before.

You can tell he's shocked, barely having to glance at his face. You know he's nervous, but you don't believe he has reason to be.

"You're.."

"Wet?" You finish the sentence for him shyly, feeling completely dirty about insinuating something like that out loud. "The fabric is thin, but.."

"I haven't even done anything," he murmurs.

"Yes, you have," you reply, giggling quietly through your chest. "You're torturing me. Get on with it."

His hands shake as he reaches his hands behind his head and unclasps the buckles that hold the prosthetic onto his face. Before you can even take him in, he's turned the lamp above you off.

It's completely dark in the room.

"Can I.."

You know what he means when his hands brush the sides of your thighs. "Yes," you reply, instantly.

Sal hesitates. "Are you sure?"

You smile to yourself. "I am. Are you?"

"Absolutely," he mumbles, hooking his thumbs around the lace of your underwear and pulling it down your legs. You can't hear your heart anymore, thank god—you can only feel it. It beats unmercifully against your ribs as he daintily finishes sliding the fabric off of your body.

Sal barely moves after that. You guess he's put your panties in his pocket.

Before you know it, he's flattened the tip of his middle finger on the place between your legs. You shakily sigh as he barely dips a finger into the place your dampness had collected. He then slides his digit upward, spreading the wetness up and through your slit.

You know what he's doing—preparing you for what's to come—but you can't help it when his touch ghosts your clit. It takes a lot of self-control not to clamp your thighs around his hand—so you hold yourself back with a whine.

Sal stops when you make the sound, but his touch remains. "There?" He asks lowly—like now you're more at risk at being caught. There's no way, though. When you'd picked the lock, the doorknob seemed like it hadn't been used in forever.

"Yes," you whisper, barely lifting your hips to press into his hand. He uses more fingers this time—passing them through your wetness again. Eventually, he makes it back to that bundle of nerves, and gently circles it. You feel your gut tumble as he presses on it just eight.

"God, please," you sigh, settling on your back and raising a hand to grip at your hair. "Sal, I want-"

"Okay," he murmurs. You hear shuffling, feel him move. You know he's lower when his hair tickles the flesh between your thighs.

His breath fans over the apex of your thighs. You'd expect breath of this proximity to be hot—but it's cold and feels minty. It makes sense. That's how he smells—and whenever you'd kissed him last night, that's how he'd tasted.

What broke you from your musing was the feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. You throw your head back, dropping your jaw. You'd been waiting this whole time for that feeling—and now you'd gotten it.

Your skull feels like it's rattling (you had just thrown your head back and into the hard flooring) but you disregard that and focus on everything else.

"F-fuck," you stutter, as he rolls his tongue up and over your clit. You knew his memory was basically photographic—but you didn't realize he'd be able to find that spot every time.

He flicks his tongue over your clit in a way he hadn't been like he was experimenting. And it worked because you'd cried out and reached between your thighs to grip his blue hair.

He pulls away from your sex, exhales cool air onto the junction of your thighs and pants. "Gonna need to be quiet," he reminds you, his voice thick.

"I'm sorry," you swallow, before feeling him duck back down.

You shiver in anticipation as his mouth closes over the slope of your inner thigh, sucking onto your skin. You whine as he nibbles your flesh, barely closing his teeth over it before pulling away and returning to what he'd left.

Your spine arches off of the painfully hard floor as he closes his lips over your cunt again, flattening his tongue again and rolls it upward and back into his mouth.

It's not like he has a technique—he's just reacting to your reactions.

Your eyes are watery and fill with tears as you close them too tightly. Your fingers interlace with his hair, gripping close to his scalp and pulling just a bit. He hums in acknowledgment against your clit, and you feel that coil that had been steadily tightening in your gut began to tighten excruciatingly.

"Close," you breathe. "Please. Gonna cum."

Surely enough, he smiles into you, passes his tongue through your slit one last time before flicking it over your clit, and with purpose. He feels your legs spasm against his shoulders, so he flattens his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

That's when that coil in the deepest pit of your stomach unraveled.

"I'm coming," you whined. The feeling stuttered, you felt like you were teetering off of a cliff before it finally crashed over your body and through you harder than anything you've ever felt before.

He rode you through your orgasm—and it was hard not to clamp your thighs around his head.

"Fuck," your legs twitched as you came down, sighing as he pulled away from your sex. He panted, taking in the air quickly, before reaching up and turning the lamp on.

You met his eyes, pressing your thighs together as they shook.

"Oh my god," you exhaled, allowing yourself to soak in your shock. You watched him lick his lips before passing the back of his hand over them.

Sal seemed a bit lost for words himself. "Was that- um.."

You sat up—hiking your skirt back down with one hand while catching him by the nape of the neck with the other. You captured his mouth with yours, kissing him with fervor and want and appreciation. It took less than a second for him to reciprocate.

You didn't care if you could taste yourself on his tongue—it didn't matter much. It wasn't even bad, thank god.

After passing your tongue over his lip, you pulled away, eyes wide with shock. "I should.."

"I know what you're going to say," he cut you off, reaching into his back pocket with a smile. He hands you his underwear, and you close it in your fist. "And I'm alright. We've spent way too much time in here, anyway."

Your knee accidentally nudges between his thighs. Of course, he's hard. He was a teenage boy and he'd just made a girl come in a dingy old classroom at school during class. You felt bad.

"Another time." It's not a question. You're promising it to him.

"I.. okay." He murmurs, nervous in a way he hadn't been when he'd been eating you out moments before.

You watch him slide his rings back on, buckle his prosthetic back onto his face—and pretend not to notice how he adjusts himself as he stands up. You slide your denim jacket back on, slide your panties up your legs, and move to stand. You nearly fall back down when your legs spasm.

"Are you okay?" He asks, concern dripping off of his low voice.

"Fine. A little shaky," you breathe, gripping his arms and rising to your feet. You let go of him a few beats later and move toward the door. You forget your phone, but Sal grabs it for you and slides it into your pocket.

And as the both of you go to leave, you think about how the rest of the day will play out.

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