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dreamescapeswriting · 5 months

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All Warmed Up ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

GENRE: angst with a fluffy ending, chan not realising/ignoring that the reader is sick, sick reader, caring for you, Noway I'd forgive him wihtout some major grovelling tbf though

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

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For days this headache had been brewing for you, it had started as nothing more than a dull pain in the front of your head but as time went on it continued to get worse and worse until you could barely stand it anymore. You’d called in sick to work for days now and it was getting to the point where your boss was beginning to get annoyed with you for it, not that you could help it when your body decided to make you ill though.

Normally you weren’t the type to let some sort of bug or flu keep you down but this one seemed to be knocking you down again and again and it was a struggle for you to even keep your eyes open. It was hard for you to even go to the bathroom without feeling so light-headed you were going to fall so you held onto the walls whenever you walked.

“Channie?” You coughed out as you heard him getting up, or getting in you weren’t entirely sure what time it was since the blackout curtains were still drawn shut keeping everything out. It was the only thing keeping your headache somewhat muted at this point and you were doing everything to keep any form of light out of your way. Your phone hadn’t been turned on since yesterday and you were laid in complete darkness, something that seemed to be helping you an awful lot lately.

“What are you doing in bed?” Chan grumbled a little harshly as he made his way over the windows throwing the curtains open and blinding you instantly as you let out a choked whine.

“I’m sick.” You grumbled pulling the sheets over your head but it was as though he’d not heard you as he grabbed his bag and pulled his laptop free from his bag. You knew he’d been working harder than usual lately since their new album was dropping any second but this was somehow different to any other comeback stress you’d seen your boyfriend under.

He’d barely had time to look away from the screen to eat, let alone look at you and see the state that you were in and you didn't hate him for it. The two of you had an understanding that when he was so busy you weren't going to hear from him much, but knowing he was alive and eating was enough for you when he was in comeback mode.

But it annoyed you as to why he was asking why you were home, you’d told him all week that you hadn’t been feeling well, texting him that you were home and for him to be quiet when he came in but all of the notifications were read but never replied to. Hell, you'd even asked him to pick you up some cold patches and he had. Had he forgotten you were sick that quickly?

You didn’t take it to heart since you knew he was busy but it started to grate you that he didn’t even act as though he cared that you were so sick. Not that you were doing it to gain his attention but to know your boyfriend cared wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Chan mumbled something you didn’t quite hear before slipping his headphones onto his head and starting to work on his laptop, you slowly peeked out from under the blankets and groaned as the sun felt like it was burning your eyes into raisins.

“Fuck,” You grumbled reaching to the bedside cabinet for the sunglasses you’d kept nearby for when you had to venture to the bathroom and you slid them on slowly standing up. The clock on the wall said it was almost nine which meant you were once again not going to work and you needed to phone your boss.

“Have you seen my phone?” You mumbled out, searching around the bed for when you last saw it but it was nowhere in sight and it wasn’t even on the bedside cabinet either. You could have sworn you left it near you last night for when you were eventually going to need to use it again.

“Channie?” You asked out before tapping his shoulder and a very annoyed-looking Chan turned to look at you. There were bags under his eyes and you could bet he hadn't slept the night before,

“What?!” He bit out, staring at you and waiting impatiently for you to ask him whatever it was.

“Have you seen my phone? I need to call in sick.” You didn’t even react to his angry voice, you didn’t have the energy to.

“You’re calling in sick again?” Disbelief masked his tone as he turned his head back to look at the screen,

“I can barely move without feeling dizzy and I have this giant headache,” You groaned rubbing your temples a little before Chan pulled his headphones over his head.

Maybe he somehow thought you weren’t going to hear him but the next sentence made your heart break into a million tiny pieces,

“You need to get over yourself, there are people worse off that are still going to work.” At this point, between him not even acknowledging that you were sick and his words it felt as though your heart had just been put through a paper shredder and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The response you had for him died in your throat when you saw him going straight back to working on his project. Somewhere inside of you, you knew that he was just acting out of stress but it didn’t stop the achingness you were now feeling inside of you. And maybe he was right? People did go to work when they were sick but you’d never been one of those people, you could barely function when a migraine came on and you would always take time off to start trying to feel better.

So instead of phoning in sick you moved to the wardrobe very shakily, changed into some work clothes and carefully made your way out of the house and into the street. With how dizzy you were feeling you grabbed a cab not wanting to put anyone else or yourself in danger if you were to drive to work.

After a few hours of working in his room, Chan finally slipped off his headphones and smiled to himself pretty proud of how everything had come together. It was done and it was good, perfect even but he would never admit that. Everything was composed and edited and ready to be put into an album for review with the company and he couldn’t have been any happier with how it had gone. Now all he wanted to do was celebrate with you, go out and grab some food and then come back and do nothing for a few days since he would have some time off.

“Yn?! I finished, do you wanna go out and grab some food?” He called out as he walked out of the bedroom expecting to find you on the sofa but the house was quiet and cold and you were nowhere in sight.

“Yn?” He tapped on the bathroom door before opening it and finding it empty and panic began to wash over him, if you weren’t in the house where were you? You should have finished work hours ago and been home long before now. Sprinting back to your shared room he grabbed his phone to check where you were and he had missed calls from unknown numbers and a few from the boys. But there was a blinking voicemail at the top of his screen.

“Hello Mr Bang, this is Doctor Kush from Seoul General Hospital, we have Miss Yln here and you’re listed as her emergency contact, please contact us again on this number.” Dread began to crush Chan like a ton of bricks and he tried calling your phone only it was going straight to voicemail, next he was calling the boys who appeared to be ignoring his calls.

“I’m fine Lix,” You hissed trying to get out of the hospital bed but his hands kept pushing you back to lie down on the bed shaking his head at you. You'd wished they'd not called anyone but you'd been out cold so you couldn't tell them not to call anyone for you.

“I need to go to work, I’m fine.” It was a lie and you knew it but the words Chan had said to you kept bouncing around in your head and you couldn’t stop them. In a sick twisted way, your head was telling you to prove him right, that you could go it and go to work when you were sick and you couldn’t see just how wrong he was.

“I will ask them to sedate you if you don’t lay down right now.” Felix’s voice was stern and you stared at him with his unblinking eyes and knew that he was serious with his threat.

“What were you even thinking going to work?” after the hospital couldn’t get hold of Chan they’d called your second emergency contact in your phone which happened to be Felix who was a little overprotective of you. The two of you were close with one another and had been ever since you'd started dating Chan he was like a brother to you and you adored the relationship you had with him.

“I thought I felt better.” Felix didn’t believe it for one second as he noticed your top lip twitch and your nose wriggle, a clear sign that you were lying to him.

“And the real reason?” Felix stared at you and the two of you failed to notice that Chan was standing at the door and panting heavily out of breath. He'd been running from the car park and up the stairs since the elevators were taking too long for him to even get inside.

“There are people worse off than me that still go to work, so I should get over it and go.” The words drove a knife through Chan’s chest, almost as much as seeing you hooked up to an IV did and he felt as though he was going to throw up.

He hadn’t expected you to hear him and he didn’t even know why he’d said it to you, it wasn’t as though he’d meant it - not to you at least, never to you.

Of all people, Chan knew just how bad your migraines got to you but he’d just been so stressed with work and he’d been hearing people complain about how sick they were, too sick to help him edit the album and he snapped. It was wrong and he was going to make it up to you every second of every day for the rest of his life if you let him.

“Yn, I’m sorry.” You and Felix’s heads snapped in his direction and you quickly looked down at your hands on the bed, you didn't want to face him right now or for a while at least. It pained you to think of everything he'd said back at home,

“What happened?” Chan asked you but you refused to even look at him so Felix stepped in, clearing his throat as he told Chan everything that the doctors had told him.

“She passed out at work and fell down a flight of stairs,” Felix explained and you grimaced a little. You'd just made it inside the building and got to your floor before passing out, part of you was thankful it wasn't in the street since that would have been even more embarrassing.

“What?!” Chan's eyes widened as he stared at you, searching for any signs of broken bones or injuries but you were just laid in bed with an IV in your arm.

“She’s fine, her migraine is worse so they're treating her with acetaminophen and she has a sprained ankle but it could have been a lot worse.” It could have been, Right now you would have given anything to still be passed out so you didn’t have to face Chan but you knew it was inevitable.

“I’ll give you some time alone.” The door to your room slid shut and you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry-” Chan tried to say but you didn't want to hear it,

“Save it.” You hissed out, staring at him as he shook his head as if he was trying to find the words to say.

“But I am, I’ve just been-”

“Stressed?” You finished with a scoff, you wanted to shake your head but any movement you made honestly made you feel as though you were going to fall over again.

“I’ve heard the same excuse time and time again Chan and it’s getting harder for me to forgive every time,” Your voice cracked as you got the words out and Chan sat on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand in his as he ran his fingers over your skin.

“I was spiteful and rude. I took out my anger from everyone else on you and it’s not fair.” He admitted,

“True.” You mumbled as he lifted your hand to his lips and softly placed a kiss on your skin, smiling weakly as he thought about it. There were going to be no words he could even express to tell you how sorry he was,

“Everyone at work had been calling in sick when they were fine and I just snapped. It was wrong and nasty but I just-”

“Let the dame break and I was collateral damage?” You mumbled bitterly before looking at him and he nodded at you slowly.

“And I will do everything I can to make it up to you.” You smirked a little at the thought of what you could get out of him and he watched you closely,

“Spoiler for the new album?”

“Anything but that.” He groaned, you knew he would never be allowed to no matter how much you begged.

“Take me home?” You knew he was sorry for what he’d said and it was still going to take a while before you got over it but all you wanted right now was to go home and be in his arms.

“I’ll talk to your doctor.” He whispered before gently kissing the top of your head and walking out of the room to go and find someone who knew your case.

Since coming home from the hospital Chan had been a completely different person toward you, work was wiped completely from his mind and he had been caring for you every second of the day. The night you'd come home from the hospital he'd run you a bath but used a baby thermometer to check that the water wasn't too hot for you to get into and wouldn't let you bathe alone.

The whole time he'd been there, he'd washed your body for you and helped make sure your hair didn't get wet. After that, he'd taken you to bed where he got you a warm hot water bottle to place on your ankle and changed it to ice whenever he needed to.

Now was no different, besides the fact that you felt completely fine and well enough to go back to your normal day-to-day business.

“You know I feel fine now right?” You asked as Chan tucked you into a blanket on the sofa and placed a hot drink on the table that was within arm's reach of you.

“I just want to make sure.” He mumbled as he pushed play on your comfort film and went to go and get his own hot drink.

“Chan, the doctor gave me the all-clear four days ago.” you reminded him but he pouted at you in response making you giggle at him. You knew he was sorry for the way he had treated you and this was one of the only ways he was able to make it up to you so you were doing your best to let him.

“I love you,” You told him as he cuddled up under the blanket with you, holding your hand before squeezing it softly.

“I love you too.” He whispered, holding you close to him not wanting to let you go for even a second.

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thatdeadaquarius · 2 months

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Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)

(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;

clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao

(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)

(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)

Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO

every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day

ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around

Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭

Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol

u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀

(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)

Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time

its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.

if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO

he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-

Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you

if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao

she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u

she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho

Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰

Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao

...

...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY

(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)

(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)

(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)

☆

again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)

ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭

hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')

Safe Travels Kai,

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, mention of domestic violence (NOT BETWEEN THE MAIN COUPLE), BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 2k+

a/n: this part of the story contains a scene involving domestic violence so please dont read if that is a topic that triggers you! also this part is taking place 2 weeks since the last. also i made it a little lengthy for you all <333

NOT PROOFREAD

i was fast asleep when i heard a crash from downstairs over the show i have playing to fall asleep. instantly getting up i slipped on a robe and slowly walked to my steps.

growing up in the house hold i did meant i had to be in constant fight or flight. i stood at the top of my steps with my phone in hand. looking down at it, the time reading 12:34.

“you need to learn to keep your fucking mouth shut, i am threatening you and your daughter. ever try to leave me and i will have both pf your heads.” i heard my dad yell from downstairs, my mom sobbing. common occurrence from my house hold.

“mom” i say my voice cracking up as i walk down stairs. “y/n go the fuck upstairs now.” my dad screams standing over my mom as shes sitting on the floor with both hands on her cheek as if she was just punched and her throat red. i knew my parents argued all the time but i never saw them get violent.

“i will do it.” holding my phone up i type in 911.

“sweetie you know i would never be violent, your mom just needs to be talked to like a baby since she has double left brain cells.” he switches up his tone.

“now i wont repeat myself, go to your fucking room.” he growls.

tears pool in to my eyes as i turn around.

my vision gets clouded with tears as i make my way to my room. immediately breaking down once i get to my room. feeling scared in your own house is one thing but feeling unsafe is another. i cant trust either of my parents to keep me safe anymore.

turn on my phone i call the one person who i can trust with my life, chris.

ring ri-

“hey kid whats up.” he answers. i dont say anything as i am hyperventilating, crying and shakily breathing trying to calm myself down. “y/n?” i hear him say, “chris” is all i can reply and i am sobbing on the other line of the phone. “where are you?” chris asks in a concerned tone, “i- im home.”.

“whats wrong why are you calling?” he questions. “i cant- i cant be here.”.

“im on my way kid, give me a second here ok?”

“mhm” i reply.

he hangs up and i slowly take deep breaths. im not one to cry often but after school the other day ive been crying for 2 weeks straight it feels like. i dont know if chris would mind but i start frantically packing a bag with clothes and things i need for tomorrow morning. i cant be here in this house with them.

i knew in the back of my mind i shouldn’t leave my mom alone but i just couldn’t bear to hear any more crashes or slams now that i know things have gotten physical.

i sit on the floor in front of my door still sobbing as i just started and me and chris’ texts waiting for-

wednesday 12:57am

chris: here

waiting for that.

i open my window not caring to be quiet as i slip through it. sliding it shut and carefully climbing down the stairs of the treehouse my father built for me when i was a baby. probably the only thing ill ever be grateful for from him.

i wipe my eye and nose trying to compose myself while walking up to chris’ truck. opening the back door first and throwing my bag in to the back seat and then making my way to the passenger side. climbing up to the seat and buckling myself in. a few tears still streaming from my face.

“y/n what happened.” chris asks in a quiet tone. the question making everything flood back in to my head and i breakdown again. i bring my hands up to my face and cry into my hands. “it cant be that bad kid whats wrong.” he says with concern. “its worse.” i reply. “can we p- please go to your house. i- i cant be hear any longer.” i ask through choked sobs. “of course.” he puts the truck in drive.

the drive is quiet, the sound of my crying and heavy breathing being the only sound coming through the vehicle.

we get to his house and he immediately gets out and goes to grab my bag from the bag and then opening my door. i sniffle and smile at him thankfully.

once i enter his house its fully of joy. warm lighting and happiness filling the walls. i stand in the door way shivering as im in a big shirt and sleep shorts with sneakers on in the middle of winter. chris comes in after me with my bag over his shoulder and closing the door behind him and locking it. “cold?” he smiles and i nod rubbing my arms.

i look around his house for a minute, “cmon” he nods towards the stairs and we start walking up them to his room. we get to his room door. he walks over to his bed turning on the white led strip lights he has and walks back to the door. “hey go sit down kid ill be right back.” i nod in response and walk over to his bed. “hey y/n is gonna sleep here tonight.” i hear chris say, his voice is muffled slightly and i hear matt and nick ask “why?”.

“i dont know she just called me crying and she wont speak, i think something happened at her house.” he replies and walks back in.

going to his closet he grabs a hoodie and tosses it to me, “thank you.” i sniffle and smile putting the hoodie on immediately feeling warmer. he walks over to his bed crounching down in front of me.

“talk to me kid, what happened?” he asks softly, “was it your parents?” he adds. i close my eyes as streams of tears flow from them. my not answering was an answer for chris. he bows his head down shaking it and letting out a breath. “how bad was it?” he looks up at me.

“bad enough for my mom to be crying on the floor with a bloody nose and a bruised neck.” i reply and wipe nose. chris’ face fills with concern as i cry into my hands.

he takes my hands and removes them from my face starring at me with my runny nose and red eyes. i move to stand up and he does the same, “chris im sorry i shouldnt even be telling you th-“ i am paused with his arms coming around my head in to a hug. i melt into his touch burying my face into his chest and hooking my arms under his. i hold on to him for dear life and sob.

“im sorry.” i keep repeating as he hugs me. “stop it. none of what happened is your fault ok? your dad is a piece of shit stop apologizing.” he comforts as he gently rubs my back. the world goes quiet as i hold on to him, everything seemed to do that when i was with chris. i pull away still holding on to his arm “chris you have no idea how grateful i am for you.” i smile fiddling with his fingers. he smiles and kisses me, “shit sorry. bad timing, im awful.” he blurts as he immediately pulls away putting his hand up to his forehead. i wipe my nose again, “its ok. never apologize for that.”

our friendship as of now felt different. we are best friends that are fake dating but occasionally kiss when no ones around. i want to ask him what this means but im afraid it will ruin what we have. so i stay quiet as he leans into me again. i go on my tip toes and grab either side of his face into a long sweet kiss. pulling apart we both sit down on his bed and get under the sheets inches apart.

both of us laying face up but chris is on his phone.

thinking about my night i wonder what i would do without chris. having him as my best friend was the biggest blessing i could have asked for. even though i was enduring the roughest two weeks of my life chris always managed to to make my rocky world a still calm path.

as i think about him i instinctually move closer to him wrapping both of my arms around him. “whats this for?” he asks looking down and me and raising him arm for me to come in, as i can hear him smiling in his voice.

“i just am in l-, i just love you so much you are the only thing that helps me constantly.” i correct myself. he chuckles and shuts his phone off grabbing his tv remote. turning on a show on a low volume and shutting off his leds.

with his free hand he slips it under his hoodie thats on me and lightly starts scratching my back. i hum at the feeling closing my eyes. “that feel good?” he says in a quiet voice. “mhm” reply lightly nodding my head thats buried in his shoulder now. the low hum of of the show playing, my comfortable position cuddling with chris, plus my exhaustion and his hand scratching me made my tired eyes even more intense.

i fall asleep happier than i was an hour ago and its all thanks to chris.

chris pov

the feeling of her breathing against my side is more calming than anything i could describe. her fragile body is fast asleep on me with her leg over mine and her arms around my neck as i continue to lightly draw shapes on her back.

i cant believe what she endured tonight let alone it being a normal occurrence for her parents to argue. she told me about them fighting before and she always said it got intense but i have never seen her this emotional. i feel happy knowing that she can trust me in such a vulnerable state.

she hums in her sleep nuzzing her head impossibly closer to me and i just admire her as she does so. i just wish our current situation could be more than it is but bringing that up would change everything and commitment to another person is like holding a new born. you have someones full trust and life in your hands never knowing if their going to fall out.

ill take what i can get as we are closer than we have ever been tonight. watching her sleep is the most beautiful thing ive ever come across.

her dark hair lays out on her back as i can smell her vanilla scented shampoo that she told me was way to expensive for what she would normally pay. my hoodie that fit her in the most adorable oversized way. her sleep shorts that are peeking out from the covers that slightly show her skin. and her cold finger tips against my neck, the feeling of them almost lulling me to sleep.

i continue to scratch her back even though she is already asleep and kiss the top of her head which i wouldn’t have the courage to do if she was awake.

“im so in love with you kid, i just have fear of making that real. it would ruin everything. i just wish you were awake for me to tell you, but it would be selfish to take you as mine you have so much love to give.” i mumble whispered against her head just seconds before i fell asleep

thanks for reading xx

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a/n: pls send thoughts in the comments. also i know this is a heavy topic to cover so my dms are open if anyone needs to talk. love you all🩷🩷

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throneofsapphics · 6 months

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the ebb and flow of fate part 5

Cazriel x f!Reader

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (epilogue)

Summary: Everything made sense, looking back in time. The pull she felt to them, beyond the bounds of friendship. They’d be the reason she tore all of her hair out, this entire damned thing was a mess.

Warnings: angst, illness, discussions of death, smut, minors dni

Word Count: ~3.1k

A/N: a short one, but I wanted to update this! It’s not over yet, I promise

“I thought you would’ve figured it out by now,” Cassian shot back at her.

Azriel watched as the bond snapped. Counted the seconds it took her to reply. Fifty six. Less than a minute for his heart to crush. Maybe it was his fault, for assuming it might fix everything. Still, an angry and dangerous hurt filled him. The type of hurt that would make him reckless, that would make him say and do things he’d regret, so he left. Left her and Cassian in some kind of stand off. Did it make him a coward? To turn his back and walk away? Maybe, but it was the safe option. The option to cause the least harm.

The weight of the last several months settled on him.

You deserve it.

Maybe she had a point. Even if he didn’t regret the things he’d done in the past, it had to balance out somewhere. Why would he deserve anything good?

Azriel sought out Rhys, he couldn’t handle Cassian right now, but he needed an outlet. Some way to get all of his anger and hurt out. His brother didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry, but stayed in the ring with him until they were both covered with sweat and filled with exhaustion.

It didn’t work.

Mates. Mates. Mates. The obnoxious voice in the back of her mind repeated. She wouldn’t lie to herself, they were telling the truth. Everything made sense, looking back in time. The pull she felt to them, beyond the bounds of friendship. They’d be the reason she tore all of her hair out, this entire damned thing was a mess.

Could fate throw a wrench in plans she hadn’t actually made? She should consider herself blessed to find two mates, but she never imagined herself mated this young. Not before her first century. They probably didn’t either.

Her mind drifted to the state of their world, of the impending conflicts constantly around the corner. Could she forgive herself if she ignored them? Ignored herself? Only to have it ripped away unexpectedly.

It was not the time to make a decision. A few weeks passed, and they all made careful circles around each other. Back to ignoring, thrown back to the past, and it was miserable. She was miserable. This wasn’t the past she wanted to be thrown into.

Azriel had turned his back. Azriel walked away. Again, like a gods-damned coward. Cassian left after she kicked him out. If she accepted the bond, is this what waited for her? Constant fights, turning their backs on each other, always falling out and making up, only for everything to crash down again.

Deep in herself, she knew she couldn’t go centuries without them, but she wasn’t sure she could handle centuries of that. Miserable with them, or without them.

It started with a barely noticeable shake in her hand, followed by increased headaches. Not often, but more than usual. It didn’t impair her life, not significantly, but it was enough to bring her to Madja.

The healer looked … contemplative, and worried. She knew it would be bad news, at this point she was just waiting to hear how bad.

“I need to look into it more.”

That’s the last thing she wanted to hear. A few weeks passed, and it was all she could think about. Even pushing thoughts of the mating bond aside. She’d given up on bugging Madja, who said she’d call her if she had any news. Finally, she received a letter, a summons with little detail, and burst out of the library as fast as she could, winnowing as soon as she cleared the wards.

“What is it?” She didn’t bother with a pleasant greeting, especially when she saw the look on her face. After working alongside her for a few years, she knew that one, and her heart dropped to her stomach. “What is it?” She repeated, lower this time. Madja motioned for her to sit, she obeyed, and the female took a chair across from her.

“It’s killing you.” At least she didn’t mince her words.

“Any more details?”

“It could be three years, it could be three hundred, could be a thousand.”

“Right,” she swallowed, tilting her head towards the ceiling, willing the tears away.

“We’ll find ways to manage it, I have more contacts to reach out to.” Madja continued, gently.

“Manage,” she repeated faintly.

“Have you told your mates about it?”

She winced, taking a breath to center herself. “We’re not on speaking terms.”

Madja clicked her tongue, “it could be three years, it could be three hundred, maybe a thousand. Do you want to live the rest of your life ignoring them? Is your grudge worth it?”

No. It wasn’t. She didn’t need to say it, Madja read the look on her face, returning it with one of approval.

Tonight. She would do it tonight, before she ran out of time. Walking back to the Townhouse, she thought of how she would do it. First step would be to get the two of them alone. Then … maybe just tell them she’s ready. She didn’t bother going back to the library, there was no way she could focus. Not now.

“What if we’re not ready?”

Each word sliced into her, carving her heart open for them to see. Her eyes shuttered closed, taking a few moments to trap the tears behind, to will them away.

All she could manage was a stiff nod, before making a quick exit - nearly at a sprint, if she’s being honest. She made it all the way out of the townhouse, winnowing down to the sidra, to a secluded spot near the river, before she broke.

Knees hit the pavement, gravel embedding in her skin, her hands cradling her head as tears flowed, leaving a salty taste on her lips.

“Thought I might find you here.”

Amren. For fucks sake. Out of everyone to find comfort in, Amren was at the bottom of her list, not that she wanted comfort or company. Right now, she wanted to wallow in herself.

A small, but surprisingly strong hand gripped her shoulder, yanking her back to her feet. Silver eyes looked at her with a mix of distaste and pity.

“What?”

Those eyes narrowed in warning, but she didn’t care. Nothing could hurt now, not as she let numbness take over, and let herself slip into that void without feeling, the inbetween state where nothing mattered.

“You’re all idiots.”

A broken laugh left her, one hand rubbing her forehead. She could’ve sworn Amren’s blood red lips curved at the corners, however briefly.

“Do you have any good advice?”

Amren ignored the sneaky barb, tilting her head to assess her. As always, it felt like she was stripping her bare, somehow staring into the dark depths of her soul. “The three of you need to drag your heads out of your asses.” She scowled, that wasn’t much better. “What exactly did he say?”

“What if we’re not ready?” she quoted.

“It was a question, then.”

“Not the way he said it.”

“You make too many assumptions,” Amren clicked her tongue, finger running across her ruby necklace. Giant, almost gaudy, gems. But, the ancient creature managed to pull them off.

Azriel was conned into picking up a tonic for Mor, who was currently acting like a child over her cough, but he didn’t mind doing it - not really.

He startled when he scented her there. After the conversation a few days ago, a question Cassian meant rhetorically, she’d disappeared before they could follow her, and had been a virtual ghost the last few days. They were ready, had been ready, but resentment still lingered.

Respecting her privacy would be the smart thing to do, but bits of her conversation with Madja snuck through, and his shadows investigated. They’d been restless. Wherever she retreated to, they couldn’t find her.

“I heard back from my friend in Dawn, she said she’d be willing to take a look, but she’s not sure she’ll find anything I couldn’t.” Madja sounded a bit disappointed. To look at what?

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Have you told them?”

“I did. They’re not,” her voice cracked, “ready.”

“Have you told them about your … condition?”

“No. I won’t, they’ll probably think I’m guilting them into it.”

“It’s not going away,” Madja said, maybe a tad harshly. Azriel had a sinking feeling he knew what this was about. “As far as we know, we’re not going to cure it, this is about management.”

“You’ve already said that,” your voice was dead, flat. “It would be nice to have a timeline.”

“Like I told you before, it could be three years or three hundred. We’re in uncharted territory.”

Azriel couldn’t handle it anymore, couldn’t handle being this close to you without speaking, and strode for the door, knuckles rapping against the wood.

Madja swung it open, raising her brows.

“Came to pick something up for Mor,” he said, but his eyes darted behind her - where you sat, head buried between your hands, forearms propped on your knees.

“I think you need to talk,” Madja said, and slipped past him, leaving them alone. She didn’t look up, keeping her hands shielding her face.

Slowly, he crossed, stopping to kneel in front of her, peeling her hands away. Eyes wide, brimming with tears slowly escaping, she asked “how much did you hear?”

“Enough.”

She tried to force a smile, and it failed miserably. Shock and realization set in as he looked at her, as he tried to read the swirling emotions on her face. He’d have to watch her die. Three years, three hundred, a thousand. Eternity didn’t feel like enough time with you. He’d be haunted by the knowledge that some day he’d lose his mate. As a result of all of their actions. Of something so fucking preventable, if all could’ve swallowed their pride.

She deserves someone better. Someone who hadn’t fucked everything up. Maybe it made him a bad person, a selfish asshole, but she was his. His mate, the person destined for him - sent by the Mother, the Cauldron, Fate, or whatever. Azriel wouldn’t let go of her, wouldn’t let her slip through his fingers again.

Cassian needed to know, but they needed to figure out a way to tell him without him slipping into a pit of misery and self loathing.

“Might as well tell him now,” she read his expression, the unsaid words in his eyes. For once, she didn’t protest as he helped her up, tugging her to his chest and winnowing to the Townhouse.

Cassian took one look at her expression, at the tear stained cheeks, at the grave look on Azriel’s face and knew something was wrong. Something beyond whatever happened earlier.

Poison. Side effects. No cure. Years or centuries. He didn’t let his eyes leave you as you explained, as tears streamed down your face - Azriel filling in the words where he could, admitting he overheard their conversation picking something up for Mor.

Beautiful eyes stared at him as you finished, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He’d never been great with words, so he stood, grabbing her and pulling her into a tight hug. Squeezing until she said she couldn’t breathe, and then only loosening enough for her to not suffocate, not willing to let her go yet.

“Madja’s contacting someone in Dawn,” he said, still holding on to you, “there’s still a chance.”

“A better chance at management,” she said into his chest. Cassian didn’t want to believe it. Between all of them, with Rhys and Madja and whoever else they could get in contact with, they’d find something. He needed to cling to that hope, to hold onto it as tight as he could. If he didn’t, he’d fall deep, deep down somewhere he didn’t know he could drag himself out of.

“You’ve hurt me, both of you. Turned your backs on me more times than I care to count. How do I push past that? How do I forget it? How do I trust you won’t do it again?”

It felt like she was asking for an answer, begging for some kind of reassurance, an example that would soothe that feeling and hurt.

“You don’t,” Cassian said. She frowned at him. “You let us prove it to you.”

“You still have nightmares, right?” She tensed, as if she wanted to avoid the question, and wanted to lie about it. Azriel raised one brow, shoulder swirling around his neck. She couldn’t lie to him, even if he tried to tell them to quit spying, they still kept an eye on her.

A muscle in her jax flexed. “Right.”

“Stay the night with us. Let us help.” Azriel didn’t phase it as a question. He needed to help. Every instinct roared at him to get her closer, to protect her from any threats - visible or not.

“You can come on your own feet, or over my shoulder,” Cassian threw a grin her way.

She chuckled, shoulders relaxing at the old threat - one used several times by Cassian. “I can handle walking down the hall. If I have a nightmare, I’ll come.”

“Save yourself the walk.”

They had one of their standoffs, each of them crossing their arms - almost in sync. Azriel pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. It was so normal. It gave him hope they could build back what they had before everything went to hell.

She might accept the bond, but Azriel was smarter than to think that would fix everything. The trust they had, it might take years to build back up again. A challenge would be good for them. Sure, it might suck, it might be difficult, but he didn’t doubt they’d come out closer because of it.

“If you don’t relax, you’ll never sleep.”

“I’m perfectly relaxed,” she snipped back. It wasn’t completely true, actually it was mostly a lie. Something about sharing their bed now, with what she knew, felt different.

“Liar,” Azriel countered. At least she could always count on him to call her out.

Cassian ran a hand up her thigh, stopping where her night dress ended. It was a particularly short one. The first one she could grab before he showed up in her room. She’d intended to walk there on her own, but he’d come to throw her over his shoulder anyway, a playful gesture as she laughed and half heartedly hit the space above his wings.

“Need a little … help loosening up?”

Gods, his mouth was so close to her ear, lips almost brushing over, breath caressing her neck. She tensed for another reason. Azriel’s fingers tilted her jaw up. Hazel eyes searched hers. Do you want this?

Did she? Fuck, she really did. Yes.

A nod, not directed at her, and Cassian’s hand drifted, fingers dragging up the hem of the silky fabric, exposing more of her skin.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, Azriel’s finger tugged it free, brushing over it. His knuckles ran over her jaw, Cassian’s hand made its way up. She didn’t know where to focus, not as Azriel leaned in to place a kiss at the corner of her mouth, as Cassian gripped her leg, tugging it back over her hips, dress pushed up to her hips. Exposed. Exposed and nothing worn underneath it.

She heard them swallow at the same time, vaguely seeing Azriel’s throat bob in the moonlight.

Being touched by them was safe. This was safe, she emphasized to her mind, not giving it a chance to take over her thoughts, refusing to let it cloud her senses.

Cassian was teasing, fingers drifting around the outsides, never actually touching her where she wanted to. Azriel traced her cheekbones, jaw, collarbone, around the curve of her breasts.

“This is not relaxing,” she said through gritted teeth, pushing back against Cassian for emphasis. He let out a short breath, gripping her thigh instead. A low whine left her. Now he was too far. He laughed, and her cheeks flushed. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“Not this time,” he said, just as Azriel’s hand crept under her dress, pushing back up to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Two of Cassian’s fingers ran up her folds.

Gods, this was heaven. Why hadn’t they done this sooner? His fingers swirled around her clit, Az palming her breast now, switching back and forth between the two of them. How had she gone so long without this?

Swirling, pinching, flicking, pressing, the sensations spreading across her body mixed into one. Just one state of pleasure, of confusion and overdrive. She wiggled, arched her back, let out moans she didn’t have time to think about. Her thighs clenched as one finger slipped inside of her. Who’s was it? She didn’t know, didn’t care, as long as it never left.

“Good,” Cassian murmured, “let go for us sweetheart.”

You did. You screamed - loud enough a hand clamped over your mouth, one of them laughing.

Slowly, the one finger left her, and she missed it. Didn’t quite like the empty feeling left behind. But, she was distracted as the hand - it must’ve been Cassian then, crossed over her … to Azriel.

He met her eyes as he wrapped his lips around it, tasting her. Fuck. Just one hit, one taste, and she was in over her head.

“I want to … to you-” she babbled, words nearly nonsensical.

Cassian laughed behind her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Another time.”

She pouted. Fucking pouted. Gods they’d really turned her into a mess.

“We promise,” Azriel pushed some of the hair back from her face.

“Feeling relaxed now?” Cass asked.

If she said no, would they do it again?

“If you lie, I'll know.”

Fine. “I’m relaxed.”

“Good, now sleep,” Cassian rested his hand on her stomach. Too appropriate of a place.

“How am I supposed to sleep after that?”

“Close your eyes, think sleepy thoughts. She elbowed him. He had some of the worst advice. He countered by pushing her towards Azriel. The male didn’t hesitate to roll her to her other side, now curving his body around hers, holding her tight enough she couldn’t escape if she wanted to. “I regret that,” Cassian muttered, but shifted closer, arm draping over her to rest on Azriel.

The three of them, curled up together, just how it should be. Fate designed it this way, the Mother put the three of them together for a reason. No matter how limited, she’d take whatever she could get.

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Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 10

Himeru x Bunny!Fem!Reader

late again, but I promise it’s worth it. Lily when you see this, hope you enjoy (and maybe be inspired to write a continuation wink nudge)

tags/warnings: breeding, vaginal sex, mating cycles

ao3

The coming of spring meant several things. Sunny days, floral breezes, gardens and parks full of color, and an uptick in sneezing from the unfortunate souls with pollen allergies (poor Koga was wearing a mask every time you saw him). For those with more primal instincts, the warmer weather meant it was the start of mating season. For the bunnies in Ensemble Square, it was time to either avoid contact with everyone and quarantine themselves, or get busy until all their cravings were satisfied.

You assumed heats were a necessary evolutionary trait thousands of years ago, but in the present day when your main source of stress was working an office job in a capitalist economy, your part-rabbit body throwing a hissy fit over not having a mate just made things even more stressful. The current situation you were in was a prime example of what problems the mating season could bring to the table, kneeling in front of a newer producer and comfortingly stroking their arm as they quivered in their seat.

“Stay here until the taxi arrives.” You spoke calmly to them. They were shaking and flushed red, not having expected to go into heat in the middle of work. “Once you get home, stay there until all the symptoms go away. Don’t worry about work; I’ll take care of it, m’kay?”

“Thank you, senpai.” They quietly sobbed, squeezing and rubbing their long ears to soothe themselves.

They were extremely lucky you happened to notice them hunched over in the hall and escorted them to a safe room before their vulnerable position attracted the wrong type of person. Mating season clouded people’s senses, you knew that too well. Married hybrids usually mated during March, to get it out of the way, but for single people, it was mostly just a waiting game until your body decided it craved a mate. You hadn’t gotten your heat yet, but you felt prepared to lock yourself in a room and call a taxi the moment you felt any sort of onset, to avoid ending up in the exact situation you were helping your coworker out of. For now though, you felt as fresh and (relatively) not horny as ever, and so said goodbye to the younger producer once their lift had arrived, escorting them to the car before rushing off to the meeting you were already late for.

“Sorry I’m late!” You quickly spoke as soon as you pushed the door open, the only person in the room looking up from the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, Himeru got your message.” The idol replied cooly, demeanor as nonchalant as ever. “The emergency situation you were dealing with, is it alright now?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all good.”

You were glad Himeru was an understanding person. It was a quality you liked about him, among other things. Maybe you were biased since you had worked with him for a few months on his solo jobs, but he always treated you kindly. You did notice he was harsher with his rowdy unit mates, but it only made you giggle more than anything, seeing him as the sort of person who gave as much respect as he received.

“If it’s not rude for Himeru to ask, what was it you were preoccupied with?”

“Ah, just some rabbit related stuff. You know how spring is for us.”

He frowned and knit his brows together as he looked you up and down.

“Producer, you aren’t feeling…ill, are you?” Himeru asked, “Himeru wouldn’t want you to be in a public place if you’re experiencing such symptoms.”

You flushed, realizing his misunderstanding. “No, ah, it’s not me! I was helping a younger rabbit who went into heat!” Being all red in the face and running into the room covered in sweat didn’t help with your case, as you could tell from his unchanging expression.

“Trust me, I would not be anywhere near here if my heat started! It usually starts pretty late in the spring, so I’m safe for a while.”

He nodded, expression relaxing at your assurances.

“It would certainly pose a large problem if it did. Though, if you ever find yourself in an unpleasant situation like that, Himeru would be glad to assist you in any way possible.”

“Huh?” You blinked at his words. What did he mean by that? Surely he meant that you could rely on him during emergencies, right?

“Now, shall we talk about your latest proposal?”

“Ah, yes!” You smacked yourself on the cheeks to rid yourself of those thoughts. “Here, I have the paperwork. Look over it and tell me what you think!”

xxx

You certainly weren’t lying when you said your heats came rather late into the season. People always complained about getting them early in March, but at least when they got them, afterwards they could go about their lives freely with no worries about getting sucker punched by their bodies. For you, spending a good two months worrying about the possibility that it’d come earlier was always a source of stress you had to push in the back of your mind, until finally it did come on a sunny May morning.

You woke up in a sweat, despite having taken a shower the previous night, and everything felt warm, way too warm. Funnily enough, you were meant to meet up with Himeru that afternoon, just as you did last month when you dealt with your coworker going into their own heat. You remembered what he had said about helping you if you ever found yourself in this situation, and thinking about the idol’s words made your horny mess of a brain wander to very obscene thoughts, which you had to smack yourself on the head to rid yourself of. No! You weren’t thinking clearly! You did struggle to understand what he meant, until you considered he likely referred to helping you with calling out of work and telling your clients you’d be unavailable. Having someone do all that for you rather than struggle with forming coherent sentences through a slog of calls sounded great right about now, and so you dialed him up once you managed to grab your phone. He picked up immediately after the first beep.

“Good morning, producer. Do you need Himeru for something?”

Just the sound of his alluring voice was making your body heat up. Stupid horny brain.

“Yeah, sorry this is sudden, but I need help with my heat.” You muttered, before realizing how it sounded without context and backtracking, “I meant—I need help with work, because I’m in heat! I need to tell my clients that I’ll have to reschedule, and you said that you could help, right?”

There was silence on the other end, and for a second you worried that maybe you had offended him somehow, before he responded with an “Understood, Himeru will inform everyone he needs to.”

You thanked him gratefully, and recited a list of people for him to message or call about your situation. That was a big weight off your shoulders, and now you could sink into bed and deal with your heat…all alone…

“Producer, can Himeru help in any other way? This time of year must be quite exhausting for your kind.”

Indecent thoughts of him came flooding back, of scenarios where Himeru could help you in ways your body needed the most…

“Perhaps you’d like him to bring you food and other supplies?”

“T-That’d be great, thanks.”

You hung up after giving him your address, and flopped yourself back onto the sheets, skin feeling sweaty and mind replaying how his voice sounded against your ear, wanting to hear it again after only a few seconds. The professional in you was already regretting saying yes to his offer, asking what kind of producer would invite an idol to their house in the middle of their heat, but the other part of you who saw him as a friend, perhaps a bit more, did really want the company. It would still be a while before he got here though, especially since he promised to do some of your work for you, and you wondered if your impatient body could even last until then.

A wave of desire washed over you, making you shudder. You tugged one of your long ears over your face, rubbing circles soothingly on the pink insides as your legs kicked your blanket off the bed. Your body was way too hot, yet no amount of ice would cool it off, only another person’s own heat enveloping your own would make it go away. You began to grind your hips against your pillow, whining into it, trying to pretend it was another person’s body—specifically a certain blue-haired idol. If you shut your eyes, maybe you could pretend he was already here in your house, comforting you with his presence.

You wondered how it would feel grinding against his thigh, imagining his yellow eyes watching you with immense interest. Yes, you could envision it so well in the blank space of your hormone filled brain. His hands would rest on your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t climb off as you bucked against his leg. He’d see the wet mess pooling from your crotch area, dripping onto his pants, but rather than chastise he’d praise you, encouraging you to keep humping his leg until you came all over him.

You whined to yourself, the friction between your thighs and the pillow only making you feel a dull ache. You kept trying to chase an orgasm, anything to make your tensed up body feel better, but with only air for your cunt to clench around, you couldn’t bring yourself to. The buzz of the doorbell snapped you out of your daydream. How many minutes had passed? Were you so immersed in the scenario in your head that time had flown without you realizing, or was Himeru just that fast in getting to you? Your legs were shaky as you stood up, each step making your body wobble forward. You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed if you fell back onto it. You opened the door, and as expected Himeru was there, holding a plastic grocery bag.

“Good morning, producer.” His eyes scanned your form, and you did your best to stand upright without shaking. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I-I’m fine. Come on in.”

You tried to look composed as he entered, trying to keep your ears upright and hoping that he couldn’t sense the pheromones your body was releasing. If he could, he didn’t give any indication, expression as blank as ever while he placed the bag on your kitchen counter.

“Himeru admits, he doesn’t know much about your situation. But he tried to get things that could help.”

He took out some snacks and drinks, ones that you immediately recognized as your go-tos in the break area of the ES building. You smiled softly, touched that he would remember your preferred foods.

“Thank you. This means a lot.”

“It’s not a problem. Is there anything else Himeru can do for you while he’s here?”

He kept asking that same question, if he could do anything for you, and the short answer was that he could. But you were too scared to make the first move, in case he actually wasn’t interested in going further than your relationship as an idol and producer. Surely he’d cut ties with you if he didn’t mean it that way, and not seeing him again would hurt more than the rejection. Your body heated up again, as if begging you to voice your desires. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from audibly whimpering, something Himeru noticed.

“You look quite feverish, perhaps you should go back to your bed to rest?”

“Y-Yeah, maybe I should. Let me just put these away first…”

You took a step towards the counter to take some of the food away, but immediately stumbled. You braced yourself for the impact, but Himeru’s hands moved quickly to catch you. One hand grabbed your shoulder while the other circled around your stomach, pulling you up against his chest. A moan couldn’t help but come out of you at the warmth of his touch, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. You froze up when you realized what you did, the silence following making you almost certain he heard it.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so…” You stammered, trying to come up with excuses. “out of it.”

His hands were still on you, the mere contact making you want to collapse into his chest. You really didn’t want him to let go, you wanted to imagine his arms wrapped around you forever, so you wondered when you were going to be hit with reality and have his arms release their hold, expecting him to excuse himself and leave you to deal with your heat alone again. Except, they didn’t. They stayed on your body, and you swore he even pulled you closer.

“Meru?”

“…Forgive Himeru for being unprofessional, but I can’t bear to leave you in this state.”

You looked up at him in surprise, only now noticing how hungry his gaze was as his eye bore directly into you. He moved the arm that was around your waist underneath your legs to scoop you up into a bridal carry. All the snacks went ignored as he brought you into your bedroom, having decided to have a taste of something else. You squealed as he dropped you onto the mattress. You would be embarrassed by how messy your bed was if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest from the sight of Himeru leaning over you, face so close to yours you could hear his breathing. You truly felt like prey, his prey.

“If you want me to leave, tell me so now.”

His voice was husky, looking at you with a deadly serious expression that made shivers run down your spine. His presence was intoxicating, you couldn’t let him leave now. You needed him here, with you, to satisfy you. You kept your lips shut as you stared straight at him, and your arms uncrossed themselves from above your chest to rest on either side of your body.

“Stay. Please.”

His expression softened at your resolution, and he reached a hand out to stroke your long ears gently, gliding his fingers upwards along the fur. You whimpered, thighs squeezing together. Himeru noticed, and gently placed a hand on one knee to pry your legs apart. A wet spot on your crotch area gave away your arousal, and he hummed.

“Poor girl. May I take these off?”

You nodded, and he carefully pulled your pajama bottoms off, exposing your soaked pussy. He pressed a finger against one of your swollen lips, already glistening with your juices. You trembled as he brought it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licked it clean.

“So wet already…your body must not want to waste any time.”

He didn’t either, as his gaze momentarily left your body to focus on the buttons of his pants. Seeing the tent that had formed in the short time it took to bring you here filled you with a sense of satisfaction, eased that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Once you saw his erection pop out from his boxers, your body seemed to clench even tighter in anticipation, unable to resist the idea of having it stuffed inside you. Your instincts told you to get onto all fours, knees spread wide to present yourself to your mate, and Himeru cooed at your eagerness.

“Good girl. Such a good bunny for me.”

His words went straight to your cunt, feeling it throb even before his dick was anywhere near it. Being reduced to the bunny in heat you were, his bunny, just felt right. You weren’t a producer right now, you were a helpless rabbit that was begging to be bred. He parted your folds with two fingers, coating them with your slick and rubbing it on his length, lubing it up as you squirmed impatiently, your tail’s movements giving away your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I-I…”

Even now, when you were so close to what your body craved, your lips refused to move. He leaned in close to your ear, close enough that you felt them brush against it when he spoke.

“Do you want me to mount you?”

Fuck.

You whined, babbling affirmative noises as he chuckled at how his words left you quivering in anticipation, lifting your rear high into the air to ask him to take you already. The warm feeling of something pressing against your entrance followed. He pushed himself in slowly, much too easily with how wet you were. Every nerve in your body was focused on the feeling of his length sinking completely into your wet cunt, all the way to the hilt, before slipping back out. Even in your wildest wet dreams you never thought he would be making you feel so full, so complete.

The noises you made were all quiet, either cut short by them catching in your throat or muffled by the pillow you were burying your face into. If he were going any faster, surely the squelch between your union would make a wonderful sound, but at his current pace the only sound in the room was his breathing and your muffled whining.

Himeru’s hands kept your hips steady as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Being filled by him just felt so right. This was what you were craving, cock stuffed inside you, body weight pressed down to make sure you couldn’t escape. Yet despite how your body trembled, how your legs were spread so wide for him, Himeru was still taking it slow, trying to make sure he wasn’t pushing you too much. It was still relieving your desire, but the slow jolts of pleasure weren’t enough, you needed something more primal to satiate yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He hummed, rocking his hips back and forth, “Is Himeru’s little bunny still needy?”

“Hah~ Meru…” You whined. “Faster, please, I want to feel you deep inside me~”

Who was he to deny you when you sounded so desperate underneath him? He pulled his cock out almost entirely before sinking balls deep inside you, making sure to do it harshly enough that your toes curled when he did. A louder whine escaped you, and it found itself joined by more as he slammed himself into you over and over again. Your short tail brushed against the skin of his stomach, flicking back and forth with each thrust. He reached out to take it in his hand, and you mewled when he lifted it up.

“So you’re sensitive here.” He hummed, gently stroking the white under-fur with his thumb.

“A-Ah, w-wait, mmh~”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knees wanting to give in from his touch, but he made you keep your hips upright, your back falling to a downwards slant as your arms gave in. You cried out when the first orgasm of your heat finally came, and through it all he just kept fucking you into the mattress, his own grunts of effort filling the air as he focused on the feeling of your warm walls trying to milk his cock.

“Bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted. “You’re going to make me finish, too.”

“Inside, do it inside!” You whined, pushing your hips back towards him. Being in heat meant you were the most fertile you could’ve ever been; if he came inside you, surely it’d end with carrying his litter. But instead of being terrified of the idea, in the haze of your heat you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up with his kids, as many as he wanted. He seemed to hesitate, noticeably slowing down.

“I-Himeru shouldn’t do that.”

“Hah, Meru, please!” There were nearly tears in your eyes as you turned to look back at him, pleading. “Breed me, knock me up, just give me everything!”

Your voice was so desperate, your body so eager to take his seed, to become his breeding bunny…he couldn’t help himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he growled out your name. He didn’t seem like he was going to pull out anymore, that was sure.

You mewled as his cock continuously pressed against the entrance to your womb, as if trying to coax it to open a bit further for the oncoming delivery. You chanted his name, the only noise reaching your ears your pitiful “Meru”s until he finally let out a loud groan, eyes shutting tight as he came inside you. The warmth flooding into you made your body and brain equally fuzzy, leaving you unable to think as you both came down from your highs.

“Did that satisfy you, bunny?” Himeru murmured against your ear, lips brushing over them and almost kissing them. He was still inside you, and you were sure he could feel how you clenched tightly around his cock at his words, wanting to feel it grow hard again.

“My my, seems like it didn’t.” He tisked, lifting your hips up high and forcing your shaky knees to support the weight of his hips pressed flush against your ass with a half-hearted whine. “You’re making me work overtime, producer. So all I ask is that you reward Himeru appropriately.”

If the reward he wanted was to make you swell with kids, well, it was practically already fulfilled. After all, he wasn’t going to leave his bunny alone after only one load, was he?

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BIRD HUNT — teaser

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gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. bat family au, vigilantes au, murder mystery au, action, suspense, humor, swearing, mentions of dead bodies, murder, grief, corruption

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"How do you know Ln Yn?"

Beomgyu whirled around just as Soobin settled into the desk chair, waiting. Beomgyu made a scoffing noise, eyebrows flying up to his shaggy bangs. "Where did that come from?"

Soobin shrugged. "You tell me." He slurped up a bit more milk from his cereal before adding, "You're the one who reacted like that in front of everyone when she said she was grieving her mother's death. You sounded shocked that she died."

"Well yeah, wouldn't you be shocked to hear someone else died within the past three days?"

"Stop trying to bullshit him, Gyu."

Both the brothers looked up at the voice who had just entered the underground space. Yeonjun strolled into the main area in a white tank top and sweats, hair sticking up in different places. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned loud and wide.

Soobin cocked a brow at him. "Nice of you to finally join us, hyung. How'd the 'date' go?"

"Great," Yeonjun quipped. "We're going on a second one soon. I think Felix almost sent me off with a kiss goodnight." He slumped onto the edge of the desk, eyes lazily taking in the images and information displayed on the many monitor screens. "This is our stiff, huh?"

Soobin sent him a look that distinctly read 'No, we're just looking at dead bodies for fun.'

"Yeah," Beomgyu replied. "The note the killer left is so familiar to me though. Have you seen it before?" He knocked his knuckles against the monitor with the note.

Yeonjun's eyes narrowed on the screen, before he leaned back with that bored look renewed on his face. "You're both idiots. It's from that one killing a couple weeks ago."

Beomgyu and Soobin traded looks. "What?"

Their eldest brother leaned down to reach the lowest drawer at the desk. From its depths, he fished out a large bag of chips and grabbed a handful to stuff his face with. "Y'know," he garbled and gestured vaguely with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Beomgyu, you know! You were there with me. It was that one lawyer guy who was found dead in his car beneath the bridge. That same note was taped to his windshield."

"Oh yeah," Beomgyu drawled, while Soobin shook his head with a sigh. The former then knocked his foot against the latter's shin. "Aye! You didn't even know it."

"Yeah, because I wasn't on that case," Soobin fired back. He finished off the rest of his bowl of cereal and set the empty ceramic in his lap before crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, like his brothers', were lined beneath with heavy eye bags. Someone was supposed to be on patrol around the city right now, but neither of the three brothers were in any rush to get up. "So it's just one person going after these people then."

Yeonjun chewed his bottom lip. "Then we just gotta find the connection."

"Was the lawyer guy from a couple weeks ago Lee Sungjae's attorney?" Soobin asked.

Beomgyu grabbed a hold of the wireless keyboard on the desk and braced it upon his thighs. He pulled up an internet browser and typed in their inquiry. All three brothers made noises of disgruntlement; if the lawyer hadn't been Sungjae's attorney, then how were they connected? It was no secret that 99.9 percent of the population here in Gotham had some sort of shadow looming over their shoulder. It was almost impossible to get anywhere without the help of a corrupt figure, whether that be a mob boss like the Penguin or a loan shark with special strategies to get someone to pay up.

Either way, there would be lots of digging required.

"Let's start with Lee Sungjae and the lawyer's records,'' Soobin decided as he sat up in the chair. "We'll sort through phone records, acquire security footage of their movements, their texts, etcetera."

"I call none of those," Yeonjun said. When his younger brothers scowled at him, he raised both hands in feigned surrender with a giggle. "Fine, fine. You're both lookin' at me like I murdered your favorite puppy."

They remained silent.

"What, too soon?"

The basement headquarters suddenly erupted in a dull siren sound, and Beomgyu was swift to pull up a set of footage on one of the monitors. It displayed a section of the sky, a white spotlight circle cast against a massive, dark gray cumulus cloud with a distinct bat shape in the center—their call to action.

All three men were on their feet in an instant—keyboard and cereal bowl abandoned on the table, capes and utility belts clicked into place.

"Meet you losers there!" Yeonjun hollered as the cave filled with the revving roar of his motorcycle engine like a clap of thunder.

Soobin and Beomgyu hurried over to their respective cycles. "Hey, we're not done talking about Yn!" Soobin called to his younger brother.

Beomgyu flashed him a thin smile. "That's what you think!" And he sped away down the runway.

Soobin chuckled to himself, grinning. Then he revved his engine and launched himself after his brothers.

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix 2022, minor content from the Comics) Rating: Explicit Relationships Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x F!Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus, Lucienne, Matthew the Raven, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Hob Gadling, Death, Rose Walker, The Corinthian, other minor Sandman characters, Original Characters. Warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, POV switching, very long chapters to read. Summary: You always dreamed of becoming a successful Fashion Designer, sharing your creations with the world and making your father proud. But with him being very ill and so many costs solely weighting on your shoulders, things didn’t go as planned and you had to take a different path instead. An interesting offer led you to the elder Alex Burgess and you were hired as a new housemaid for a very good pay. However, your kindness and outstanding empathy convinced the man to give you an additional task for a doubled compensation; gaining the trust of Dream Of the Endless, held captive into the basement for over a century. Despite the shock of finding such an ethereal entity stripped of all his clothes and contained into a confined space, you had to accept for the sake of your father. But the more you got to speak to the mysterious anthropomorphic personification who didn't utter a single word, the more you were lost into his eyes that, conversely, seemed to contain the entire universe. A deep connection formed between the two of you, separated only by a thick layer of glass.

Little did you know, what started like a simple housemaid job was about to change your life forever.

Credits: The moon dividers were made by firefly-graphics

Warning: This chapter includes detailed smut. Please don't read if you happen to be underage, or simply find this type of content uncomfortable.

Chapter 6

Three months later, you could finally learn his name. A name you already knew.

“Hello.”

For a moment, you thought you were experiencing a false awakening, dreaming about something that wasn't really there. Either that, or you were suspended between the dream world and reality, facing a common case of hypnagogia.

You had been struggling with sleep your entire life, which led you to read a lot of books and articles about dreams and sleep phenomena. Given your current emotional state, you couldn't rule out any of those possibilities.

The man's outline was clear and you could see the contours of his face, but his features were hidden by the darkness. In an instant, you turned on the lamp on your bedside table and the room was illuminated with a soft yellow tone. When you looked up again, Dream was still there, meeting your gaze and barely reacting. As you moved the sheets out of the way and touched the floor with your feet, the fabric of your nightgown fell gently around your thighs.

You took a tentative step forward and asked, "Am I dreaming?" You were still unsure if he was physically there, or just a product of your vivid imagination.

Dream's answer came right away. "No, you are not.”

His voice was music to your ears. It was deep, warm, sensual and alluring.

You moved coser. “Are you real…?”

Once again, the Endless replied, "I am.”

Just like in your dream, you stopped a few inches away from his face. You were so mesmerized that you couldn't even blink, as if you were afraid he would disappear the moment you did.

But then, Dream's gaze shifted down to your upper arms. As he inspected your fading scars, he brought his hand up and close to your skin, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly against them.

You had to contain the shivers that ran along your spine the moment you felt the contact. Dream was staring at your marks in concern and you could see the tension forming in his neck again.

As if you wanted to ensure he was actually there, you raised your own shaking hand to his chest, the fabric of his coat was soft against your palm. Dream's fingers slid down to your waist, curling around the silky material of your nightgown, so intimately and yet so timidly.

You met his eyes with a mixture of tenderness and desire. You felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush with warmth. You knew what was happening between you and Dream was absolutely real, taking place in the present moment. No fantasy, no illusion, just you and the man you yearned for.

Feeling Dream's touch on you made you euphoric. You had agonized over it for a very long time, always being blocked by a thick layer of glass that was no longer there. Now you were finally able to experience him in the flesh, to feel his breath on your face, to bask in the intensity of his gaze.

You looked at Dream fondly, smiling in delight and admiring his beauty up close. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, like the ocean on a clear day, and they seemed to hold a universe of secrets and wonders. His hair was still unruly, but his front bangs had been combed and moved more to the left side. A little strand was falling over his eyebrow, giving you the growing need of gently pushing it out of the way.

Dream didn't stop you, keeping his eyes on you as you lightly took the strand between your thumb and forefinger, moving it aside. And then, you traced your fingertips over his cheek and chin, enjoying the smoothness of his tepid skin.

It was as if you were discovering him for the first time, even though you had known him for just a short while. You realized how much there was to him, how much he had to offer and how much you wanted to learn about him.

You felt a surge of affection. You would do anything to make him happy, to support him and to be there for him whenever he needed you. If he ever needed you.

"You're free," you said, feeling a sense of relief and happiness. "So they let you go in the end?"

Dream hesitated before replying, "No."

"…No?"

"The binding circle has been broken," he explained, his voice tinged with sadness. "Paul has lended me his... assistance. But they did not set me free.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “You were your own savior.”

“I was,” he confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Are they…?”

“They are unscathed,” he assured. “But I could not allow my captor to be left unpunished.”

Dream used the word "captor" instead of its plural form. Given that Paul had apparently attempted to release him, it was logical to assume that Alex was the only victim involved.

Still, you needed to know more. “What did you do…?”

Dream looked down, almost in fear of your judgement. “Eternal sleep.”

You thought about Paul, so kind and good-hearted, getting worried sick about his husband's inability to wake up from his sleep. You knew It would be tough for him to see his partner in that state, unable to wake him up for many days to come.

However, you also couldn't forget about Alex's actions, following his father's lead and causing significant damage to the man in front of you. The way they always portrayed him as a dreadful monster who would slaughter them if he was released, made the final punishment seem not so harsh. Taking everything into account, he spared Paul, the guards, and anyone else in the house. The only person he had a grudge against was Alex Burgess, and he still left him physically unharmed despite what the man took away from him.

In the end, you couldn't consider it particularly unfair. Although you felt sorry for Paul, it was difficult to empathize with his husband considering what you had witnessed in Dream’s memories.

You sighed, nodding slightly, and offered him another sweet smile. Dream appeared astonished, seemingly expecting a different reaction from you. Were you supposed to be afraid of him?

If anything, you were not exempt from those mistakes. You accepted the money they offered you to watch him, speak to him and potentially coerce him. Although you made it clear that you wanted to be on his side, you still went along with the plan and put your own interests before his.

Hence, how could you be considered innocent?

Perhaps he came to you just for that reason, to conclude his business with you and finally move on.

You ran your hand along the edge of his collar, distractingly toying with its fabric. "Dream, I'm so sorry.”

You knew that wouldn't really give him back the time he had lost, but what else could you say to make amends now?

Dream, however, was far from being resentful towards you. He frowned in confusion, parting his lips and looking at you as if you had just said the most absurd thing in the world.

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked.

"Because I was there… and I took their money. I spent the past three months talking to you like I would with a guest in front of a cup of tea,” you chuckled. “I feel terrible just thinking about it. I ended up growing attached to you, to your company. I’ve been selfish, putting my needs before yours time and time again. I said I wanted to help you and yet… look at what I’ve done instead.”

Your heart was heavy, torn apart by years of sacrifices and misery.

“You should punish me too,” you concluded. “I deserve it.”

Dream's forehead almost touched yours as his lips formed a little smile. “Do you wish to be punished?”

"Do you not want to?”

"No, I do not want such thing," he replied.

"But why?"

"Over a century in that cage and none of my captors has shown me half of your kindness and compassion,” he said. “Fear not, I am not here to cause you harm.”

A part of you felt relieved, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction.

“I’m not afraid, Dream. I never was.”

“I know.”

“I wish I could have helped you. I wish I could have freed you.”

“You have tried.”

“And I have failed.”

As you stood there, replaying the events of the past few days in your mind, you felt a deep sense of guilt and regret. The guards had pathetically dragged you away, just when you were so incredibly close to granting him his freedom. You left without even saying goodybe, accepting the sad reality of your inadequacy.

But despite everything, Dream wasn't thinking any less of you because of it. The intensity of his eyes took your breath away and the deepness of his voice had your knees shaking.

"You have put yourself at risk for my sake," he pointed out. "Your bravery knows no boundaries. Please, allow me to grant you a wish."

"A wish?"

"Yes. Anything you want, I can give it to you."

You exhaled, feeling all the tension that you had accumulated release from your body. "You don't have to do this for me, or anything really."

"Perhaps I don't, but it would please me to do so."

You considered it for a moment, lowering your eyes and following the contour of his neck, the collarbones that you could barely notice under his black shirt and his chest covered by the long, regal coat he was wearing.

What kind of wish did you want to see fullfilled? With all the pieces slowly going back to their original place, you couldn't really find an answer to that question.

Yet, there was still something missing from the big picture. Something that had been nagging at the back of your mind for a while now.

"I have only one request," you finally said, looking up at Dream with a determined expression. “Can you tell me your name?”

Once again, Dream was absolutely buffled. That was clearly not the kind of wish that he had in mind when he offered to grant one for you.

"I have many names," he replied.

You have met him before and he has many names.

"How do you want me to call you?"

He is a storm, an idea, the anthropomorphic embodiment of dreams and imagination. He is that which you do not know and he is that which you can not know. He is a mystery to some, a legend to others.

You looked at him expectantly, although a name seemed to hold no importance to him at all.

In the end, he gave you the answer you had been looking for. “I am Morpheus.”

Another rush of memories hit you, something you had once forgotten, but that came back to you in a wave the moment he introduced himself to you for the first time.

That name wasn’t new. In fact, you had heard it somewhere else before.

“You’re here now, are you not?”

Her voice was soothing, echoing in the vastness of the room.

“Define ‘here’.”

Her lips twisted into a half-smile. “The Dreaming. This is Lord Morpheus’s castle, or rather, what remains of it.”

She gestured to the ruined structure in front of you, the walls crumbled as you heard a distant crunching sound.

“The Dreaming… Lord Morpheus…”

The more you searched for any clue, any piece of information that could help you understand, the more questions you found instead. “I don’t understand… what happened to this place?”

The woman lowered her eyes with a deep sense of distress. She breathed in deeply, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted her glasses. “Lord Morpheus left many years ago. Without him, The Dreaming has started to decay and it continued deteriorating ever since. Even the Waking World is suffering from this change, in a way.”

And there was more.

“Have I ever been here?”

The man with the jacket took a step forward. “Not here with us, no. Things are a little… different than they used to be without Lord Morpheus.”

It all made sense now. Just as you suspected, after Dream was imprisoned, his realm was so greatly affected that many people fell ill with the Sleepy Sickness. Even future generations inherited a part of it, experiencing insomnia and a total lack of dreams. Since that world had become rotten, corrupted, and completely inaccessible to human beings, those strange encounters that you still couldn't properly remember in their entirety (or understand even) slipped away from your mind upon waking up.

Now that the puzzle was more or less complete, your smile intensified, and you pressed yourself closer to his body.

“Morpheus,” you repeated, enjoying the way it sounded on your tongue. “I like it, it suits you.”

You stayed there, staring at his perfect face, in the comforting silence of the night. You were inebriated by the smell of sand, the salty ocean, and a mixture of exotic fragrances that were unlike anything you had ever known.

Then he inquired, "Is that all you wish to receive from me, my name?"

You shrugged. "My father is doing better now, and you are standing right here in front of me, free from that cage and that awful place.” You paused, pushing your fingers further around his neck without even noticing. “What else is there for me to wish for? I have a roof over my head, people who care about me. I am alive, as perfectly imperfect as I am. I'm lucky to have what I have, and to be able to speak to you like this now."

He listened to you in silence, mesmerized once again by the honesty of your heart.

“I might be a simple one, but I don’t need that much to feel content."

Riches? Immortality? Those things meant nothing to you.

As you snuggled closer to him, you realized that life was too short to waste on trivial things. You wanted to cherish every moment with the people you cared about and create meaningful memories that would last a lifetime.

In that moment, you felt a deep sense of gratitude for everything that had led you to that point. The challenges you had faced, the people you had met, good or bad, and the experiences you had to face through hardships and tiring efforts. All that had shaped you into the woman you were today, with your mistakes and imperfections that you could only accept as human.

You felt his fingers drawing little patterns on your sides, curling around the silky material of your nightgown and forming yet another connection between your souls, now inevitably intertwined.

You got lost in his eyes again, sucked into the intricate waves that seemed to move within his irises. It was as if you were staring at a starry sky, or at the calmest sea. There was an entire universe enclosed within that work of art and your heart was beating ever faster now that you could feel his steady breath on your lips.

Those lips...

You looked down at his plump mouth with a growing desire, wishing to feel it pressed against yours in a heated kiss. You wanted to savor him, to let him devour you. You wished for him to touch you more, to feel those hands in other places that you couldn't even describe for how obscene it sounded just thinking about it.

Yes, that was your wish. A wish that you wanted to remain a secret, a wish you could not reveal to him because he wouldn’t grant it if you asked for it.

Or would he...?

Morpheus never looked away from you. He was reading you, studying you, acting stoic and distant, but you had the impression that he was trying not to bring you even closer than you already were.

A shockwave ran through your entire form when his right thumb and forefinger gently took your chin with a feather-like touch, not actually holding it, but lifting it up high enough for him to bring his lips exactly where you wanted them.

"Then I shall offer you a gift."

You could barely register his words before he pressed his lips onto yours in a tender, delicate kiss. The warmth enveloping your mouth was delicious, and the way his lips felt and moved against yours was absolutely perfect. It was a kiss that spoke a thousand words, that conveyed more emotion than any language ever could. It was a kiss that made you feel alive and cared for, that made you forget about all your worries and fears. It was a kiss that you would remember more than your first, a moment of pure bliss that you would hold dear for the rest of your life.

It was so chaste and tender that it melted your racing heart, leaving you almost unmoving, completely secure in his embrace. Time seemed to stand still, as if the universe itself was waiting to see what would happen next.

Your breaths mingled into one when he finally detached from you, leaving you wanting and empty, desiring more of his touch, of his lips, of his taste.

You craved all of him.

Gaining enough courage, you let all your inhibitions go and crashed your lips back against his before he could fully let you go. You moved them with more fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck as the firework in you exploded and vibrated through your veins.

At first, you thought that your forward action would cause him to slow you down or pull away. But when he responded to the kiss with equal passion and took a better hold of your waist, the explosive sensasion intensified and you couldn’t contain it. Your tongues met and collided, exploring each other again and again in the most sensual dance you had ever shared with a man.

You moaned into his mouth as your hands ran along his neckline, then lower and down to his chest without parting. He groaned slightly, but soon there was a rumble to it which caused the hair on your nape to stand on.

It was too much. The kiss was leaving you breathless and dizzy in a good way, it was toe-curling and mindblowing. Morpheus was like a powerful magnet, attracting you with a strength that could not be resisted. However, when the need to breathe became impossible for you to ignore, you reluctantly broke the kiss with a soft pop and looked up to inspect his half-lidded expression.

What you saw there had you paralyzed, excited and gasping for air. Morpheus’s hunger could be spotted in the glint of his eyes and the way his Adam's apple bobbed confirmed that he was keeping himself restrained, wanting you as much as you wanted him.

So you took a step back, reaching for the straps of your nightgown to push them off and let them fall from your shoulders while keeping the rest of the fabric firmly pressed against your chest. He was frozen in place, observing you in silence and waiting for your next move. The air around you was electric with anticipation and you could feel the heat of his gaze on you as you stood before him, slowly baring yourself.

Feeling confident, you let the night garment drop onto the floor completely, stepping out of it and allowing your breasts to be exposed in front of his eyes. Your body was only partially covered by the thin cotton layer of your underwear now, as the warm light of the lamp painted you with its warm glow. His heated gaze roamed your naked form, taking in every inch of your skin and following all your curves.

You were filled with a mixture of nervousness and heightened arousal for being practically nude and vulnerable, but the way he looked at you made you feel desirable and powerful.

Wrapping your arms around him once more, you brought your lips close to his chin, brushing them lightly on it and breathing heavily against him as if your life depended on it. His hands enclosed around your bare back, sliding up and coming in contact with the little scar that the piece of broken bottle had left on you. You jumped, feeling the sensitivity that had remained on the healed cut.

Morpheus paused to check more of it, drawing along the scar's shape with his fingertips. His hands felt cool on you, but his touch was incredibly gentle and careful.

You closed your eyes and let out a soft sigh. The fire between you was burning hotter, consuming you with an insatiable craving within. His hands were holding you like you would break if he applied more pressure, his lips descended to your cheekbone, tracing a path along your jaw and settling on your neck.

As you struggled to resist any longer, you grabbed the lapels of his coat and moved backward, taking him with you towards the bed. Morpheus silently complied, walking along as you continued to kiss him on the lips.

When the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, you positioned yourself and slid over the covers, letting him move down with you. The bed lowered under the weight of your bodies as he straddled you, looking into your eyes and running his right hand over your thigh.

Your breath became heavier, labored, you were panting from how much you needed to be with him. Morpheus brought his mouth to your ear, set a strand of hair aside and whispered deeply, "Breathe."

The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, yet somehow he managed to instantly calm you down. You inhaled a few times to steady yourself and Morpheus kissed your forehead, descending on your lower lip and collarbones. His touch went up to your breasts where he enveloped your mounds in his palms. You jolted, arching your back for the instant stimulation of your nipples.

He wasn't teasing, going straight to what you needed without playing any games. You hummed in appreciation and ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching the back of his head with your nails. His lips traced wet kisses on your neck, slow and sensual. He released your breasts and his hands took hold of their sides, pushing them up as his thumbs made soft, electric circles on the tips, igniting a new flame into your core and making you gasp. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, his eyes never left yours, not even when he shifted down and moved his hands along your stomach and abdomen. His fingers drew closer to the hem of your underwear, tracing the lacy edge with curiosity and hesitation.

You bit your lip, opening your legs as an invitation and granting him more access with a certain impatience.

Morpheus's breathing became shorter as well. Although you were eager to see him undressed once again, you wanted to savor the moment and not rush anything now that it was finally happening outside of your daydreams.

You were feeling extremely aroused at the moment, but you still wanted him to take his time with you. You wanted him to worship you and bring you to the stars and beyond with his touch alone.

As he looked for confirmation, your reactions gave him the go-ahead. He hooked his fingers under your panties and started to pull them down. You lifted your hips to allow him to take off the last garment, and he dragged the article of clothing down your thighs, legs, and ankles. He swallowed again when your panties hit the floor, leaving you with nothing else on.

Morpheus took another good look at your naked form, his eyes dark with hunger as he stared at your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. His gaze descended to your round breasts and pert nipples, running down to the smooth skin of your stomach until he reached your hipbones. Now he had a proper, full view of the most intimate part of you, served in front of him on a silver platter.

Your clit was already throbbing and begging for attention, while your lower lips were glistening and desperately clenching around nothing. He wasted no time filling the space between your legs when you spread them wider. Every movement of his was sensual and sinuous, he knew exactly how to make you lose your mind and you wanted him to take full control on you.

He pressed his clothed body onto yours, his weight feeling deliciously heavy against you. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand while fondling your breasts, you could feel his hardness through his pants, as the thick fabric rubbed your clit insistently.

Morpheus seemed to take your intensifying moans as a signal to escalate things further. He leaned in and explored your mouth the same way you did before, meeting your tongue halfway and caressing your appendage. You were so lost in the action that you were taken off guard when he circled your clit with his fingertips, moving them deliberately slowly to savor your growing pleasure and make you melt into a puddle of bliss.

You gasped into the kiss, your hips bucking up to meet his touch. He continued to trace little patterns around your sensitive nub, dipping inside your folds as you grabbed onto his locks again. You pulled him closer to you and shook uncontrollably, already feeling your first orgasm building inside just with the minimum pressure he was applying.

Morpheus immediatly sensed your growing need, stopping his motions at once. You let out a whimper of disappointment, taking either side of his face and biting his lower lip softly. He liked that; you could feel his erection jumping against your thigh and his eyes darkened even more with eagerness for you.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He didn't reply, but upon hearing your plea, the King of Dreams rose from the mattress and knelt down onto the floor. His long coat pooled perfectly behind him like a regal cape.

He pulled your thighs forward, which were already unceremoniously open in front of him. He brought his lips close to your sex and flattened his tongue along your slit, giving it an amazing tentative lick.

The sensation of his tongue on you was like heaven and you couldn't help but fight with all your might to keep your eyes on his. You were tempted to throw your head back in pleasure, but you didn’t want to miss a single moment of what he was doing to you. The way he looked at you while lapping at your clit was making you burst, it was literally the sexiest view you had ever seen during an intercourse. No other man had touched you like you deserved the world. Nobody had ever made you burn with desire the way he did. You were always used to quick sexual encounters that always left you unsatisfied, but with Morpheus, everything was just on another level. He was treating your body with so much care and attention, willing to fully satisfy you before even considering his own needs.

Not a single article of clothing had been discarded except for yours. He was ignoring his physical discomfort in favor of your pleasure, going down on you and wrapping his mouth around your most sensitive area. You could see your clit following his tongue, jumping around as the pressure on it increased. It was like the most delicious treat to him.

He continued to relentlessly devour you and you felt yourself slipping further and further into a state of ecstasy. His tongue was a symphony, playing you like an instrument. He moved it up and down, from side to side, or in a circular motion, making you cry out in bliss. The way he alternated between slow kitten licks and hungry open-mouthed kisses was driving you crazy.

He knew exactly what you wanted whenever a thought took form in your mind. He was making your whole body sing, continuing to lick and suck at your clit, lifting its hood and relishing the sensitive tip. His fingers massaged your inner walls in a sensual come-hither motion, parting your hot walls and producing a sequence of wet, incredibly loud noises.

You dug your hands into his hair, holding it for dear life. Morpheus was calculated in his every movement and all he did was designed to make you feel the most earth-shattering feelings you had ever experienced. You were completely under his spell and you didn’t really want it any other way.

Unable to keep your eyes open, you finally let your head fall back as you arched, tightening your fingers around his strands and pulling slightly. You felt him touch that sweet, spongy spot deep inside your core, he probed at it just the right, perfect way and you knew that you were just done for.

"Morpheus... I..." you moaned, your words trailing off as you were consumed.

"Give it to me," he whispered, making your clit vibrate even more as he expertly flicked it fast until you thought you would explode.

And with that, you let go. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over you, and you cried out his name as you came right there and then. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever received, your hands tightened around the sheets so hard that you were sure you heard a tear somewhere. It last so long that you felt exhausted when it subsided, leaving you electrified as Morpheus kissed and licked at your sensitive flesh a little more to draw it all out of you. His hands were holding you impossibly close and you slowly came back down to earth.

Lying motionless on the mattress while panting and sweating, you couldn’t see his clothes dissolving into a cloud of sand like magic. As he held you firmly and enveloped you with his arms while climbing back on your shaking body, you suddenly felt his skin directly touching yours with no other barrier left.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the familiar sight of his naked frame - pale and smooth like the most precious marble. He was still lean, but you noticed that he was in better shape and his muscles were a little more defined than before. If he was already the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in that bowl, now you almost wanted to cry at how stunning he looked.

You smiled, still a little short of breath, placing one of your warm palms on the side of his face and reaching out for his chest with the other.

"Nice trick," you said. "Very convenient."

His lips, shiny from your juices and his own saliva, formed one of those subtle smiles that you loved so much. He brought his still wet fingers up to his mouth, sticking them into it and sucking them clean in the most seductive way.

“Shit,” you cursed, feeling your blood boiling all over again as your arousal started to pick up. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Morpheus leaned down on you, initiating another soft and affectionate kiss that made you taste yourself in the mix. "I hope not," he said, his voice low and seductive. “It would greatly displease me.”

You moved your hands up and down his back and he positioned himself on you. The moment he put his knees on either side of your hips, you let your eyes travel down to scan his firm chest, his flat stomach and the inviting curves produced by his belly muscles. Whenever he shifted around or stood in the cage, you had always done your best to avoid looking below his waist. But now, with him so wonderfully pressed against you and ready to fully take you to new, agonized heights, you gave yourself permission to finally peek downward.

As you did, your breath got caught in your throat and you stared in awe at the sheer size of him. His erection was mouth-watering, standing hard and proud against his stomach with the reddened tip leaking tiny droplets onto your inner thigh. It was raging, bobbing and waving whenever he adjusted himself between your legs. You watched the vein running along his shaft pulsing in need, the thick underside creating a perfect symmetry along his length and the wet glans begging to be squeezed inside of you.

You moaned when he brushed the tip of his erection along your oversensitive clit, reacting to his stimulation just the way he expected. Your fingers dug into his skin and you spread your legs even wider, panting into his ear with the sweetest abandon. The damaged nerves in your wrist didn’t like the pressure, but you couldn’t be bothered anymore. You could feel the heat growing, the wetness spreading as you became more and more aroused despite your orgasm. Morpheus was equally craving you, continuing to tease you with his tip in a stable motion.

With a sudden surge of boldness, you reached down to stroke him, moving your hand up and down his length in a slow, steady rhythm. He exhaled in response, his hips jumping while your fingers massaged all the right places.

Part of you wanted to test his resistance and see how long he could last, making him burst into your hand, or release deep into your throat. But you had other plans for the night. Your inner walls were drenched and desperate to welcome him inside. You kissed him deeply on the lips, aligning yourself to his shaft and waiting for him to sink in. Your legs were starting to ache from the impossibly wide spread.

Your heart, still beating like a drum, sped up even more when you felt his warm tip passing through your entrance. Something had snapped for him too, because the moment you begged him to hurry up and put it into you, he replaced your hand with his and roughly pushed himself between your folds without any indecision.

It didn’t hurt, he slid in incredibly easily due to how lubricated you were. He almost immediately hit your soft spot with the first thrust, burying into your body without sparing an inch, deep into your core to the hilt.

Such a perfect fit.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly, pulling him even closer as you adjusted to his size. He began to move, making shallow thrusts at first as you both got used to the feeling of being joined so intimately together. Growing confident, his movements became more franctic and way harder, causing you to gasp and whine again. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily for exertion, keeping himself up with his elbows planted onto the mattress. Your foreheads were touching, sweetly and delicately bumping into one another with each strong push delivered by his pelvis.

Looking at him now, so beautiful, so strong and so astonishingly marvelous as a whole, you could feel your emotions growing and piling up. You couldn't stop the tears that formed at the corner of your eyes, dripped down along your cheekbones, your earlobes, wetting your hair as they fell.

The feelings you had developed for Dream of The Endless were out of this world, born in the most unconventional way. With him moving inside you, sliding back and forth while the sound of skin slapping on skin filled your entire room, you realized just how touch-starved you had been since your last breakup.

Morpheus slowed down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on your face and neck until he reached the junction with your shoulder. He stayed there, pressing his lips to your skin and inhaling your scent. He roamed your body with his hands, caressing every part of you.

You could feel him quickening his pace and tightened your arms around his torso, your hand finding its way to his nape and playing with the short hair there. He continued to thrust into you with intensity, your body tensed up and your muscles coiled like a spring ready to burst.

The two of you were complicit, understanding what the other was feeling without a single word. Your emotional exhaustion was taking over, having been pent-up for so long. Yet, the joy and exhilaration of having him held tightly in your arms (and legs) after three months of one-sided conversations through the glass was almost blinding.

On the other hand, Morpheus had been carrying around a hundred years of suffocated anger, having lost everything and being trapped in a cage as if he was worth nothing. You let him release all that and more, allowing him to push hard into you and drown in his own gratification.

As he nuzzled his face into your neck, Morpheus secured your thighs higher around his hips, comforting you with his caring gestures. You did your best to match his motions, meeting his pelvis whenever he pushed himself down. With each thrust, your sensitive area was stimulated in a way that you had never known before. Your second orgasm began to take shape, burning inside of you like a bonfire.

Morpheus traced the curve of your shoulder, collarbone, and breast with his hands, sliding over your nipple and moving downward. As his fingers reached your clit, he began massaging it in sync with his movements. The pleasure was so intense that you snapped like an elastic cord, and a new wave of ecstasy swept over you, forcing your eyes shut as you reached your high. Your inner walls convulsed around him, squeezing his length until you were completely spent and satisfied.

He continued to slide into you at a faster pace, panting and groaning in your ear. You felt his climax approaching, and his thrusts became irregular, building up to the peak of his pleasure. You were right there to indulge him.

Morpheus abruptly stopped and raised himself from the mattress, seemingly intending to take his length out of you. However, before he could do so, you grabbed his upper arms and shook your head. In a breathless voice, you pleaded, "Please don’t... I'm protected."

The Endless scrutinized your eyes for any hint of doubt or fear. Seeing the trust and need in your determined expression, he decided to remain buried deep inside you. He returned to the bed, continuing his activity and muffling his impending moans with a kiss. When the greatest pleasure finally took him, Morpheus tumbled over the edge without getting away, keeping his mouth on yours and breathing heavily as his hips jerked violently and repeatedly. You felt the heat of his essence coating your walls, reaching deep parts of you that you thought were once unreachable.

You were still stroking Morpheus's hair, absently running your nails along the back of his head. Despite the physical activity, he didn't show a single droplet of sweat, making you feel gross in comparison. Nevertheless, he appeared eager to remain connected to you even after his climax. He kept his forehead on yours, rubbing your noses together and losing himself in the moment.

Regaining your breath and energy, you listened to the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional contented sigh. Morpheus didn't budge, keeping his softening length inside you and silently enjoying the way you cuddled him. He was reluctant to let you go and you seemed to be opposed to the idea as well, so you laid there in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and closeness of your intertwined bodies.

Time felt meaningless in his arms. You kissed his shoulder a few times before turning your head and meeting his temple. You shifted your hands down to feel his shoulder blades and run your fingers along his spine, reaching his back dimples to tease the skin of his buttocks. Moving your hands up again, you drew the shape of his biceps, feeling him react to your administrations with a soft hum.

Morpheus didn’t say anything, allowing you to discover his body all over again, taking in every curve and ridge to feel the smoothness of his skin and the contours of his muscles.

And then, your actions produced quite a pleasant consequence that you hadn't considered; his shaft was hardening again between your folds, awakening from its short rest with a happy twitch. You couldn't help but smirk at the way he immediatly recovered with your effusions, feeling a sense of satisfaction and power wash over you.

You moved your hips, adjusting your legs and feeling the way his length grew thicker inside you without even getting out. After experiencing the two best orgasms of your entire life, you expected to be completely satisfied and way too tired to even attempt anything else. But somehow, you still wanted more of him and what he had to give.

Morpheus looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and amusement. "You are insatiable," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You laughed, feeling a sense of confidence and playfulness spreading through you. "And you love it.”

"I do," he said, his voice low and husky.

He pulled out, leaving just the tip inside. Then he slipped back into you with a powerful thrust, causing your overstimulated nerves to shake like a large-scale earthquake. The way he glanced down at you again ignited all of your senses and he set a challenging pace that was difficult to follow with your aching limbs. The mesmerizing friction between your bodies became stronger as he gave you open-mouthed kisses, panting and growing against your lips. You could feel his need for you, his hunger developing with every passing second.

The sound of your wet walls around his shaft was absolutely obscene, but the established intimacy between you set your heart on fire. His girth continued to bump against your cervix, sending shocks directly to your swollen and tired clit. It was lightly brushing against his lower body, barely enough to give it the pressure it required, but still good enough to make it tremble and bring you closer to your final release.

Morpheus didn't pause, even when he readjusted himself and lifted up from the bed. He observed the blissful expression on your face, your breasts bouncing from the force of the collision.

“You feel so good,” you admitted, wanting him to know how much he was affecting you.

Hearing that, he let his hands roam up to your chest, enveloping your flesh with passion and lust. "You are exquisite," he replied, kissing your chin and applying more force to his thrusts.

You were losing yourself, melting into a pool of pure ecstasy. His wet tongue trailed down to your collarbones, teasingly brushing against your skin and finally reaching one of your nipples. It timidly licked around the tip, making it harden and tingle before closing his mouth on it. He bagan to suckle lightly, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your entire form.

As he left your nipple behind and raised into a sitting position, you both stared at each other more intimately than ever before. His eyes stayed locked on yours while pushing continuously into you, taking your wrists in his hands and attempting to pull them over your head.

The moment he did, a sharp pain jolted through your arm and you hissed in discomfort. Morpheus stopped immediately, looking at you apologetically and halting all his motions at once.

"I'm sorry... it's not fully healed yet," you explained.

Although he loosened his grip around your injured wrist, he didn't let it go. Instead, he decided to inspect it carefully, running his thumb over the sensitive area without applying any pressure. Your heart fluttered when he brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly and closing his eyes in the process. It was such a sweet gesture that another rush of tears threatened to form and you gazed at him with an ever-growing love.

When he looked back at you, your smile widened, then you forced yourself up to meet his lips with a powerful kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Morpheus readjusted you both, keeping you pressed to his body and resuming the lovemaking session. He supported you with one arm around your lower back, while keeping himself steady with the other hand sunk into the sheets. You moved in perfect synchrony, lost in each other's arms.

The burning sensation in the pit of your abdomen was returning and your walls were already squeezing him to welcome more of his essence inside. It didn't take long for you to reach completion with a much lighter sensation than before, but still an explosion bordering on the ecstatic that gave a delicious wave of warmth, peace, and relaxation. It started from within and terminated on your clit, which kept pulsating despite the minimum contact.

Morpheus groaned into your neck, unable to hold back any longer. With a few final thrusts, the repeated clenching around his length intensified the tension. He filled you up with his hotness as you both collapsed onto the mattress, panting heavily in satisfaction.

Short of breath, you placed your palm flat against his chest. You felt his heart beating rapidly as he recovered, guiding his right hand to the top of your breast. You held it there, both of you panting from exhaustion. He listened to the beating of your hearts, mingling in a beautiful melody that interrupted the silence surrounding you. You intertwined your fingers with his, sighing deeply and stretching your jelly-like legs.

You imprinted the magic of that moment into your memory, savoring it like the most beautiful dream that had ever come true. Morpheus sealed the enchantment with another kiss before pulling out of you and sitting on the bed with one leg bent in front of him, while the other hung on the edge of the mattress. You rose from the sheets too, positioning yourself next to his body and drawing irregular patterns on his fingertips with your nails.

The sparkles were fading and the knowledge of what was about to happen twisted your insides. Morpheus couldn't stay with you forever; he had an important duty to fulfill, one that you couldn't yet fully comprehend. The thought of him leaving you behind was atrocious, making you wonder if your first encounter would also be the last.

You took a deep breath, moving closer to him and speaking in a soft voice. “Will I see you again?”

He considered the answer to give you, shifting his gaze and responding to your touch. "I will always be beside you, in your dreams."

The realization hit you like a cold shower, and you couldn't hide the sorrow that seeped into your soul. "Only in my dreams?" You asked Morpheus. "I know I'm just a human, and I don't have any right to ask for special treatment from you. But I would love to see you again in this world too, so I can show you its good side and a little more of myself as well. Just as much as I want to learn about you and what you do."

His eyes seemed to water, and his fingers closed tightly around yours. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it gently on the knuckles like a prince charming with Cinderella.

"If that is your wish, then I can grant it.”

You shook your head. "Thanks, but... what is it that you wish?”

“Why do you ask?”

"I'm happy to know you want to satisfy my desires, but I'd hate to force you into meeting me again when, in actuality, you do not wish for that to happen.”

"You believe I do not want to see you?”

"Do you?"

You and Morpheus just had the most incredible sex of your entire life. It was hard for you to believe that he didn't feel at least a quarter of what you felt for him after what he gave you that night. Still, the truth was that you didn't know him well enough to determine if what he truly wanted matched with your needs at all, especially considering you were sitting in front of a literal God and you held no comparison.

However, what he told you next put your heart immediately at rest. "It would please me to meet you again. In my realm, and in the Waking World.”

You bit your lower lip, trying to contain the joy that was leaking through your pores. “Really? You promise?”

“Yes.”

Despite the intimacy you had just shared with him, you were still amazed by how caring and considerate Morpheus was towards you, a mere human. He always seemed to measure his words whenever he spoke, but you could tell he had nothing more to prove to you.

"My apologies," he whispered, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and admiring it as it slipped through his fingers. "I must return to the Dreaming.”

You smiled. "Of course, don't let me keep you from your work.”

He kissed your forehead, guiding you down until the back of your head hit the softness of your pillow. Suddenly, you felt incredibly sleepy and struggled to keep your eyes open as the bedsheets enveloped your naked body.

You didn't even notice that he was fully dressed again. It was as if his clothes had materialized back the same way they previously dissolved into thin air.

“Sleep, Y/N,” Morpheus said, his honey-like voice soothing.

Hearing him say your name for the first time was definitely intoxicating and you especially liked how it sounded coming from his lips.

As you drifted off, you could see him stepping back and taking a leather pouch from his coat. He loosened its strings and poured a bunch of sand into his hand, which cascaded down into an infinite stream.

A gust of wind blew on your face as the grains formed a swirl. It swallowed up his entire form, making him disappear as if he was never there.

All that remained were some of those golden grains floating in your room like magic dust. You could swear they fell over you, getting absorbed by your closing eyelids.

The next morning, your body was aching all over. As you stood in the shower, you replayed the previous night in your head, still feeling the touch of Morpheus's hands and lips lingering on your skin, along with the warmth of his body inside you.

Morpheus was a passionate lover, and without a doubt the best you had ever had the luck to welcome in your bed. His standards were so high that you feared no one else would be able to match them, but to be honest, you didn't really want to be with anyone else now that you had a taste of what you could experience.

You barely knew the man, or rather, the Endless being, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't imagine your life without him in it anymore.

You didn't even know what to expect from there, but it was clear from what he told you that your night together was only just the start of something greater. You were absolutely beaming because of that, unable to even remember the last time you felt so whole and full of energy (despite the fatigue in your legs).

It was a bright day outside and the sky was clearer than ever before. As you walked down the street, you felt like you were floating above the clouds. Passersby kept turning to watch you in awe - men, women, even kids found your smile particularly interesting and contagious.

It was as if your entire reality had been turned upside down. All those hard times were now just a distant memory and you didn't want to think about possible pitfalls that might be lurking around the corner. No, things were different now - you were different. Morpheus had saved you in more ways than one, you couldn't even begin to describe how much you owed him, or how much you loved him.

You sat down on an empty bench in the Richmond Green park, sipping your warm coffee and breathing in the amazing air that smelled like moss and resin. Despite missing the city during your stay at the Burgess mansion, you still loved to immerse yourself in nature. It made you feel one with the earth - grounded and invigorated.

As you finished your drink, you noticed something black approaching you from the corner of your eye. A raven was standing very close to your feet, seemingly intent on watching you while also remaining vigilant of its surroundings.

Birds of prey are incredibly intelligent. You always appreciated their presence as they enriched the urban wildlife. You were also quite surprised by the knowledge you had obtained, effortlessly differentiating ravens from crows. You used to mix them up due to their similar structure and feathers, but now it was just so easy.

The memories that Morpheus had shared with you apparently enhanced your bird watching skills.

You smiled, staring at the raven with curiosity. It didn't seem to want to move, fixated on you for reasons you couldn't really explain.

"I'm sorry, little friend. I don’t have any food to offer you," you said. "It's quite beautiful out here, is it not?"

For a moment, you thought the raven was turning its head to you and nodding, as if it could fully understand your words. "Please, feel free to stay for as long as you like. I enjoy the company.”

And that is exactly what the creature did. You remained on that bench for the next hour and a half, occasionally checking your phone and closing your eyes to relax. The raven seemed comfortable there with you, moving its black and shiny eyes around, checking for every movement and inspecting each person that passed in front of you. You felt as if you had your personal bodyguard, protecting you from any ill-intentioned individual that might decide to walk a little too close.

You mentally laughed.

When the clock hit noon, you stood up from the bench and secured your bag over your shoulder. The raven looked up at you from its position, so you knelt on your feet to be at eye level with it and tilted your head to one side. Crows and ravens were known to be wary of humans, often approaching them cautiously and stepping back if they felt their personal space was being invaded. But this raven seemed different. Perhaps it was accustomed to your kind?

"Thank you for staying, little one. Unfortunately, I need to go now.”

It pained you to leave it there. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that you couldn't take it home with you like a stray dog or cat. You wondered if it had a family or if it was just a loner like yourself.

When you walked off, the raven followed you for part of the way to the main road, but the moment you turned to check if it was still behind you, you could no longer see it.

You smiled to yourself, resuming your stroll and venturing to the heart of London.

You didn't know why it stuck so heavily with you, but you kept thinking about the raven all day.

You knew those birds were portrayed differently in various books and symbolisms, so you wondered if it had any meaning related to your case. It was weird, but somehow your gut was telling you that it signified something specific.

Sure, you were used to pigeons and crows whenever you went to the park, or even simply crossed the streets. But a raven was something more rare, and it coincidentally represented a certain connection with Morpheus. His raven was dead, that much was clear, but you weren't thinking about her ghost visiting you or anything to that extent.

Ravens were often associated with loss and ill omen, but in stories, they also acted as psychopomps, connecting the material world with the world of spirits. The only world you felt connected to was The Dreaming, a land you had never known before, but that you managed to find on your own before Morpheus could return to it.

Anyone would think you were getting a few screws loose, stressing that hard over a random encounter with a bird and seeing it like a huge occurrence that most likely held no importance. But if there was something you had learned about your instinct, it was that it rarely got anything wrong.

You refused to see it as a bad premonition, as you felt nothing but positivity from it. For the rest of the day, you glanced out the window a few times to look at the sidewalk in front of your building, in the hope to see Dream coming back for you.

You told yourself that it was just too odd of a coincidence, but there was no sight of Morpheus anywhere. You decided to put all those thoughts aside eventually, distracting yourself with your portfolio instead of racking your brains over an enigma you couldn't resolve..

That late afternoon, you felt particularly inspired. You couldn't stop your hand once the first line was traced on paper and you let your imagination run free and wild. You filled the pages with your visions and photographic memories, immersing yourself into your element and feeling like everything was going to be okay.

Interestingly enough, the one time you tried to show your work to a potential employer, you were arrogantly rejected with a destructive comment about your lack of talent and poor execution of your creations. The fashion industry can be particularly competitive, you never expected it to be easy. But the way your hard work had been demolished by a man who couldn't even properly match his clothes and shoes wiped away the little confidence you had in yourself.

One failure was all it took for you to take a step back and reconsider your aspirations, which coincidentally overlapped with your father's first diagnosis.

Looking back at it now, that rejection was actually a blessing in disguise. It wasn't the right time for you to work in a similar business. You needed to grow and shape yourself into the new person you had just become.

Now you wouldn't let any other daltonic, pompous and self-centered tyrant to annihilate you.

You put down your pencil and stretched your arms, being careful not to strain your wrist even more now that it was finally starting to heal. The sky looked like a canvas that God had painted with those mesmerizing sunset colors you loved so much, so you brewed yourself a cup of tea and settled into the comfortable Bohemian chair on your balcony. You were lulled by the sounds of the city, gazing at the beautiful hues above you.

You missed those simple moments a lot when you were away from home. In high school, your friends used to tell you how boring it was for you to spend so much time with your nose buried in a book all weekend instead of having fun with them at the nearby club. They claimed you had an enviable attention to detail, always recommending the best makeup and clothing combinations for their nights out. It was hard for them to believe that you didn't want to apply that same caring attitude to yourself, especially when it was aimed at having fun and potentially catching the attention of the most popular guy in your class, if not the entire school.

You had always been out of the ordinary, never interesting enough to be asked out until college, and according to the idiots you had tried to date, too down-to-earth to engage in makeout sessions.

You could probably count just two potentially serious relationships that you invested in, before they brutally ended because of a cheating man or the tremendous incompatibility between you and your partner.

And then, Morpheus came into your life, so suddenly, so strangely, so mysteriously. The feelings you had for him were only intensified now that you made love, establishing an indestructible bond that you wanted to pursue. Being clingy wasn't particularly in your nature and the last thing you wanted was to scare him off with an obsessive behavior. For that reason you wanted to gave him a choice, one that he decided to take on his own accord.

You let out a contented sigh and took a sip of your tea, which was now becoming cold from all your brooding. The sun was like a fireball, slowly descending behind the buildings in front of your apartment.

That is when you heard it, the distinct fluttering of wings followed by the sound of something touching the railing. When you looked up, you noticed the same raven you met in the morning, perched on the metallic edge and nonchalantly looking at you like it was the most normal thing you could expect. You blinked a couple of times, looked away, and brought your eyes back to it to ensure you weren't imagining it. The bird was clealry as real as the mug you were holding between your hands.

You looked at it in surprise and chuckled at the sight. "Hey there. Are you stalking me, little one?”

The raven let out a soft caw and puffed up its feathers in response. Did you accidentally offend it?

"Aw, don't be mad. I'm just kidding," you said with a smile. "I wasn’t expecting you to find me, is all," you added, curious about the raven's sudden reappearance.

"I'm not used to all this attention, you know? If you keep this up, I might want to adopt you," you joked, drinking more of your tea.

What followed was peculiar, something you would only expect from a movie or fairy tale.

“Yeah… that’s probably not a good idea.”

The liquid went down the wrong way, making you choke. You started to cough violently, holding your painful chest and quickly placing the partially empty mug on the small straw table next to you.

“Ouch. Sorry, my fault.”

At first, you thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. It took you a moment to recover from the shock of hearing that voice, which was definitely coming out of the raven. It sounded like it belonged to a mature man, but you were clearly looking at a bird that was totally speaking your language.

You struggled to breathe, feeling an awful scratchy sensation in your throat and your face heating up.

“Uhh… you okay?”

There was no room for mistake; the raven was talking. It jumped off the railing in concern and hopped towards you on the balcony floor to inspect you more closely. Yes, they were known as talking birds in all descriptions, but to you, that sounded like a perfectly normal, mundane, human way of expressing.

When the suffocating feeling subsided, the little guy flew to the table. You immediatly turned and adjusted your position, realizing how lively, and indeed human, his eyes looked up close.

Things were becoming more and more interesting, right when you thought you had seen it all.

And you were utterly ecstatic.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 (currently reading) Go to Chapter 7 ->

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#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #the sandman fanfic #story: let your dreams be your wings #chapter 6 #smut

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Dating Yoko Tanaka

warnings ✩° : mentions of blood and drinking blood, biting//marking, fluff, some possessive or dark themes bc yk...vampire.

pairing ✩° : yoko tanaka x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : not much is known about her but as per requested ((i need to start replying to my asks instead of saying ill do them and then make diff posts about them)) i wanted to smush her in here!!

- As one of the more popular vampires in Nevermore, dating Yoko comes with a price. Of course, nonrefundable. She’s immortal, after all.

- Yoko presents herself as dark and macabre, above all the rest simply because of who she is and what she’s capable of, and that doesn't change when she asks you to be her betrothed. The title sounds scary but it’s just her way of claiming you as her own for life beyond death.

- Yoko doesn't like rejection, nor does she like fighting. So if something angers you enough to start a fight, you either have to learn to accept it or convince her what it was that she did wrong. She’s stubborn but don’t blame her!! She’ll come around eventually.

- Her eyes are sensitive to light, being a vampire and all, so your dates usually take place during the sunset, dusk, or midnight hour. She likes bringing you to rose gardens or 24/7 cafes, she always orders black coffee when she’s not drinking blood, purely because she enjoys the dark ambiance.

- When it comes to quenching her thirst, Yoko can’t control her urges to bite you and feed from your blood. She prefers it from all the artificial alternatives or anyone else she’s fed from. She thinks it’s because you're her betrothed, or it might just because you have a type of blood that’s always sweet—a delicacy she strives to keep away from any other vampires.

- Since word spread that your blood is sweeter than anything Yoko’s ever tasted, all the vampire students kind of flock to you every chance they get. This makes Yoko rather jealous and therefore possessive protective.

- Not saying she’s a full on stalker type but she hides in the shadows and has connections everywhere. Because of this, she has a habit of finishing your sentences, especially those about your whereabouts.

“Today I went out with—”

“Divina.”

“Right...oh! And we—”

“Studied for your philosophy test on Tuesday but got side tracked because she spilled her chocolate frappuccino on herself after reaching for your favorite green mechanical pencil.”

“Are you following me again??”

“...No.”

- Unironically, her favorite place to kiss you is your neck and collarbone. She especially loves when, since you get sensitive there after all the biting she does, you squirm around and fidget under her touch.

- Yoko’s love language would definitely be words of affirmation. She wants to be told how much you love her and explain it in full excruciating detail to the point your tongue gets twisted and your lips go numb. She wants to have deep and meaningful conversations with you where in the middle of the night you doze off to sleep mid conversation, only to sleepily talk your way back into it after she nudges you awake. Of course, she does the same with you and loves listening to you talk.

- This is me projecting but since Yoko comes from an Asian household, her family holds super high expectations to be the best and better than everyone else. It’s a stressful job but being with you is her escape from that, or relation if you come from a similar situation, and she finds herself loving herself around you. Even if you two ARE doing school work, she loves looking over at you and seeing you either struggle or advance in learning. She’s going to help you either way to show off.

- Even though she’s a vampire, she still eats and makes regular food. This means that you never go hungry around her. She’ll serve you freshly cut fruit and homemade Japanese meals she used to eat as a kid like Japanese curry, pork tonkatsu, and simmered fish to name a few.

- Since she’s a vampire, she can be super old fashioned sometimes and treat you like royalty. She loves kissing your hand, then up your wrist and arm, usually ending her affection with a small bite on your shoulder.

#wednesday series #wednesday imagine #wednesday fanfiction #Wednesday #wednesday preferences #yoko tanaka #yoko tanaka wednesday #yoko tanaka x reader #yoko tanaka x you #yoko tanaka fanfic #yoko tanaka preferences #kaicubus

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akystaracer22 · 2 months

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The Exception to the Rule

Synopsis: How far do you bend your morals for someone you love?

Notes:

This is definitely a turning point to the story and is a little jump ahead of everything so far.

From here on out, there will be two different types of oneshot, flashback oneshots which happen either in Heaven or in Eden, and present day oneshots which are primarily in Hell.

This also adds a new epithet to Adams repertoire! Technically.

There are OC’s in this one, I can’t avoid it.

Heaven politics! Theres a lot going on in heaven I can’t talk about because nobody in hell knows about it, but I can finally start talking!

I listened to More than Anything, Connor’s Main Theme, and Gladiator while writing this.

In exchange for starting the extermination early, the one after would take 18 months as opposed to 12.

I have named over 60 exorcists. If you see a reference no you don’t.

Vaggie wasn’t the first angel to show mercy to a sinner.

I drop so much fucking lore in this jesus fuck.

This one shot was supposed to come so much later.

Shit

SO, MICHAEL’S INVOLVED NOW!

Hey uh, you know how I said I can’t write stupid characters? Yeah… Adam can act and think like a damn general now ig.

Adams over 6,000 years old he knows how to move quickly.

... I really like my BAMF characters huh.

Word Count: 1862

Fic under cut!

“Adam?”

“Over here Luci,” The first man replied easily, looking towards where the angel had entered the wastelands.

Well… wastelands was a bit of a stretch now.

Once he was able to improve the soil, grass was able to finally start growing and…

The oak tree Adam was taking a break under was a testament to his labour. It was still growing and would probably take another year or so with the help of Lucifer’s magic before it’d resemble the mighty trees most people knew.

It didn’t make Adam any less proud of it.

The fallen angel got up and stretched his wings as Lucifer rounded a crag and came into view.

One of Adams wings hiked up before he could shove the instinct down, it was just Lucifer.

“Charlie wanted to know if you wanted to come up for lunch or if you’re fine down here,” The devil started, “She and Maggie are making pastries from the pear’s you dropped off yesterday.”

“Vaggies baking? Better hope your daughters good then, Vaggie’s got a tendency to burn whatever she touches.”

Regardless, Adam started making his way towards the hotel, completely disregarding the unspoken offer to just teleport there.

Lucifer just laughed and unfurled his wings as Adam began the trek up the stairs, flying up beside the man.

“I doubt you have room to talk about when it comes to cooking.”

“I helped Eve cook you know,” Adam scoffed, “I had a few specialties of my own.”

“And yet Maggie can’t cook.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, plenty of my daughters can cook! Lux is extremely good at dessert foods and Needle can make some great fucking lunches.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really! It’s Mari you have to look out for. The presentation of her food? Stunning, beautiful, gourmet even. The taste? I thought I was going to die a second time over the toilet.”

Lucifer cackled and a light chuckle escaped Adams lips as the angel almost fell out of the sky at the mental image.

“Shut up! I’m serious I thought I caught some sort of illness! They don’t even have illnesses in heaven!”

“I would pay to see that!”

“I bet you would be you sick fuck.”

“Hey! I-”

Lucifer went dead silent, and Adam almost asked what was wrong before he heard it too.

Shouting.

He didn’t even glance at his friend as they were both caught in Lucifer’s magic, bringing them both to the hotel lobby.

“I’ll stop the fight.”

“I’ll grab my fucking axe,” Adam headed down the hallways until he found the gym, carefully taking his axe off the wall and slinging it over his back before booking it to the hotel exit.

“If you’d just give me a minute-!”

“Your majesty-”

“Alastor.”

“Mom!”

“Oh for fucks sake!”

Adam slammed open the doors and jumped the stairs, “What the fuck is going on-!”

Adams brain short circuited immediately after taking in the situation.

Lucifer was frozen stiff with his wings spread wide, his head whipping around to stare open mouthed at Adam. Alastor and Lilith’s glaring contest was broken as they also stared at the first man. The princess and Vaggie were holding hands and Charlies demonic traits receded at Adams arrival.

The other residents were also still at the first mans arrival, nervousness and surprise evident in everyone expressions, even Nifty stopped moving. Under normal circumstances Adam’s gut would have twisted from all the attention.

That usual knee jerk response was completely crushed under the weight of the other three present.

Adam was barely aware of the fact that he’d dropped his axe as he took in the maskless faces of three of his exorcists.

Echo almost dropped her scimitars; her hair was undone from it’s usual bun to brush against her shoulders. She almost stepped back from him before a wing from her sisters steadied her.

Delta was much more graceful, sheathing her rapier and swallowing thickly; Adam understood how she felt. She’d recently had a haircut, her undercut looking crisper than the last time he saw her.

Nina’s war pick clattered to the ground as she brought her hands to her mouth, tears cropping up in the corners of her eyes as she took in his ruined form. In contrast to Delta, her hair had grown out; the normal buzz cut fading.

Adam stood in the silence, wings slowly folding in from where he had mantled them prior. He didn’t know what to do. These were his girls, and they were here and fuck, they were outnumbered. But… shit they were here to kill him weren’t they.

“…Sir?”

Fuck it.

The first man sprinted forward; wings spread wide as he reached out for the three of them. Weapons hit the ground as he pulled his kids into a hug.

If he was going to die, he’d like to die hugging his girls.

Adam didn’t expect the three of them to hug back. His shoulder grew wet as Nina’s tears started to fall; Echo made a soft noise as she buried her head in the feathers of his good wing. Delta’s wings were touching the tips of his own as she all but collapsed into the huddle.

Huh, seems like they were all mad here.

Adam didn’t give a fuck; he was hugging his exorcists and that was enough for him at the moment.

“So… we’re good?”

Moment over.

Adam pulled away to glare at Lucifer, “Do you fucking mind?”

“Sorry sorry! I’ll shut up now!”

“No, you’ve ruined it. Moments gone and done thanks to you,” Adam huffed, regretfully stepping away from his girls even as he kept his good wing extended to the three exorcists, guiding them by the wing towards the hotel.

“Come on, I have a feeling you three aren’t here just for show.”

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Adam blew lightly on his tea before sipping it, leaning forward to pour the exorcists some tea as he worked to calm his still slightly frayed nerves.

He’d managed to move the girls into a private room before unceremoniously kicking everyone else out, if anything happened Lucifer would break into the room in a flash, so it wasn’t like he was in any real danger.

Besides, they were his girls, it’d be fine.

“So,” Adam swallowed, before “What brings you three to this side of the pentagram? The hunts not on for another eight months.”

Echo swallowed thickly and Nina bowed her head, it was Delta who answered.

“I- Netto discovered that heaven knew you were alive, sir. Lute wanted to come down immediately but the rest of us were able to convince her otherwise.”

“She’s too far in the eyes of the high seraphim, if she disappeared they’d know.”

“So, we decided to go instead,” Nina finished for her sisters.

Adam stared at the three of them, horrified, “What?”

“What Nina’s saying is… we’re staying here.”

“Why the fuck would you three do that!” Adam hissed, feathers bristling at the implications, “You all have so much to lose-”

“We don’t,” Delta asserted, scowling at the window, “You know damn well what hells denizens took from us.”

Adam froze as the image flashed into the forefront of his mind.

Charlie. Echo and Delta’s missing piece to their trio. They were best friends even beyond the bonds of sisterhood. Where one was the other two were close by. Charlie was the sunshine to their storm, always taking time out of her own day to brighten up the other exorcists. She preferred to use a crossbow to keep away from sinners, something Adam was always grateful for.

Charlie’s body was missing several ribs and most of her organs, looking every part like it had been ravaged by monsters. It took effort Adam didn’t have every day to not go to cannibal town and raze it to the ground. For Charlie, for Zirco, for Steel, for Feather and Annie and every exorcist he failed.

Even-

A scream, a plea as Adam struggled against divine magic nononono please stOP PLEASE-

Wasp

Adam whole body tensed up. Fuck, Wasp. He hadn’t- shit he’d almost managed to convince himself that that had never-

Fuck.

The girls were looking at him now, Nina reaching out a hand to him.

“And you?”

The hand pulled away, “What?”

“Nina, why did you decide to come down here,” Adam rasped, “You- fuck you were planning on proposing to your girlfriend why-”

“Because your our leader,” Nina answered quietly, like she wasn’t taking Adams breath away with a single sentence, “And Regina understood, she agreed with me.”

Nina held up her phone with a sad smile, “Besides, at least this way it’s easier for me to watch out for her dad.”

Adam wanted to send the three of them back to heaven immediately, this was no place for angels. Vaggie was lucky she found Charlie immediately.

But Delta and Echo had backbones of steel, and once Nina set her mind to something there was no stopping her.

Shit, Netto and Lute were smart to send them.

Wait-

“What did you mean when you said heaven knew I fell Delta,” Adam whispered, “I should have fucking died. How did Netto find out I fell.”

Delta sighed and gazed tiredly at him, “Same way she always finds things out, she got it straight from Michaels lips.”

Adams blood froze before his mind caught up with him. Michael was involved with this. Fuck of course he was it was Michael, and if he was involved… then it stands to reason the rest of the ancient archangels had something to do with all of this too.

The first man stood up before pausing, if his gut was right, this wasn’t just about his fall. For the ancient archangels to be aware of his fall and do nothing for ten months… there was something he was missing.

He’d need to wait, maybe even bring Lucifer and the others in on this. But first…

“I’m in room 2101, Lucifer’s wing. 2100 is taken by the king of hell himself and his wife but the rest of the floor is empty,” the three exorcists perked up at Adams commanding tone, “Get set up and get settled in. Echo, send a message to the others and tell them I’m okay.”

“Already done.”

“Love that, Delta how is training looking?”

“Lute’s leading the effort sir, we’ve been working hard to fix our holes.”

“Great, get back in contact with Lute. I have a few techniques that can help. And for fucks sake tell her to use whatever prosthetic she has to her advantage; I fucking know she’s not.”

“Yes sir!”

“Nina, keep an ear out. Both for anything Netto has for us and for anything in hell. Carmilla Carmine, and the Vees are important. Especially Carmine, she’s the one with the angelic steel. Do not engage.”

“Go it sir.”

“Good, I’ll get you three for dinner. Remember, stay sharp, stay armed, and whatever you do. Don’t fucking trust the Radio Demon. He’ll kill everyone in this hotel the moment he’s off his fucking leash.”

The leader of the exorcists watched the three of them head down the hallway towards the front desk before turning and heading for the stairwell.

He had a lot to think about, and from the looks of things he still had an extermination to plan.

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