#Brimm

[courtingwonder]

Arthur Rackham - The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm, p. 284 (1909)

[0harpies]

DogHunt pt1. (The Apology.)

no doggies this part?! Dont worry, this is just the beginning <3

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Writing credit: @sophszzz

[jeweledstone]

Oc doodle based off a meme I saw on twitter:

[sotiriabellou]

RESOLVED THE TOILET ISSUE!!!I CAN PISS!!!!!!!!

[crows-also]

Crow, viper,, viprow

[cuntstable]

why is ranni literally a smurf oh my god

[brimm-art]

[slutforchocorobos]

TEARS OF THE KINGDOM IS A PHYSISCAL MIDNIGHT RELEASE?!?!

[female-rappers]

Knuckles Brimm - Freaky Bitch

[formulawolff]

i. girls like u - t.w.

pairing: reserve female!driver x toto wolff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: morally gray individuals, slow burn, sexual content (intercourse), allusions to sexual content, cursing, marijuana use, references to alcohol use, lots of power imbalance, questionable boss x employee dynamics, light toxicity

a/n: ok this is my semi-return to tumblr after a writing hiatus. this fic is loosely based off of you by the 1975 and several blackbear songs. sorry if this shit is ass. i promise there is more world-building to come in the next chapters (it's been a while since i've wrote somethin' longer than 500 words) lemme know if y'all like it! i missed y'all! <3

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“aren’t you tired?”

fingertips brush along your back, light and gentle. stirring, you blink, stifling a yawn and you nuzzle into the warmth. 

it’s inviting, your lids drooping the moment the tip of your nose brushes along heated skin. a plush comforter shrouds your body, limbs entwined. watery rays of light peek in through drawn blinds, promising of dawn. 

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“you wore me out. of course i’m tired.”

there’s a rumble in his chest, adam’s apple bobbing as he chuckles, “no, that’s not what i meant.”

“then what did you mean?” bringing your chin upward, your gaze locks with his. 

he flinches slightly at the harshness of your inquiry, a crimson hue tinging his cheeks, “i-i don’t really know. i-i guess i meant to ask if you were tired of watching everyone compete from the paddock. don’t you want to race as well?”

don’t you want to race as well? 

of course i do. every single fucking grand prix i pray that i’ll finally get a chance to be behind the wheel. 

to prove to everyone that i’m just as worthy of a competitor as lewis or george. that i am capable of finishing a race. 

i pray that i finally get a chance to prove that i’m a champion. 

inhaling sharply, your head falls, avoiding any sort of eye contact, “i mean, yeah. of course i want to race. i want to compete just as much as you do, max.”

“i’m sorry if–”

“it’s fine,” you murmur, finding your body clinging to him, head nestling into his chest underneath the covers, “can we just go back to sleep or–”

he exhales, lips connecting with your temple. they trail along your brow bone, placing gentle kisses all the way down to your cheeks, “you know we can’t. it’s qualifying today.”

“right.” your jaw clenches, “there’s nothing more important than qualifying.”

“hey,” fingers grasp your chin, “are you okay?”

“yup,” you nod, “i’m great.”

concern lingers, swimming in his icy blue depths. his tongue darts out, swiping along his lower lip, “you and i both know that’s a lie.”

shrugging, your lips pucker, “maybe i’m just not looking forward to watching everyone chase their dreams while i’m forced to sit on the sidelines.”

in that moment, you sense his demeanor shift. max softens, his muscles relaxing as a hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, “you know, we could change that.”

your heart thuds, pounding as blood roars in your ears, “how?”

he leans in, his mouth nearly millimeters from yours, “i could pull some strings.”

“and how would you accomplish that?”

max’s voice is low as he continues, his tone laced with a dominance that you rarely heard beyond radios, interviews, or press conferences. it was quite the contrast than the max you were used to. it had you absolutely reeling, scrambling to maintain your composure as a shiver ran down your spine.  

“i could speak with christian, put in a good word for you. there’s a lot of change that’s going to come within these next few months. checo hasn’t resigned quite yet. the contract isn’t finalized there’s still time to get you in at red bull.”

“y-you would do that for me?”

the dutch driver nods, a little too fervently. 

“i would do anything for you.”

there was a sincerity in his words, almost as if it was a promise. a sure one, at that. a promise brimmed with a passion that you could only describe as one emotion. 

love.

you had him right where you wanted him. 

max verstappen, three-time world champion of formula one, was right at your fingertips. the dutch assassin was poised and eager, ready to fire as soon as he was given the word. 

all you had to do was say yes. 

that’s all you had to do. utter those nine words. 

i want to be with you at red bull. i want to be in that second seat.

yet, there was one thing holding you back.

well, more so a culmination of things. 

one, there was that ever-present gnawing, nagging feeling. the guilt was slowly eating you alive, threatening to spill your precious secret at any given moment. two, there was that fear of the unknown. what would happen if you managed to pull this off? would you truly be happy at red bull or were you just trying to worm your way to the top? would that shiny trophy really be worth it if you weren’t fulfilled? 

and well most importantly, the third aspect of it all. would you be able to keep up the facade that you were just friends with max verstappen? it was only a matter of time before your relationship with the dutch driver would come from the shadows and into the light.

it was so much easier to keep things under wraps when no one paid attention to you. 

“max,” you begin, “maybe we should–”

the shrill ring of his phone pierces through the air. leaning over, he plucks the device off the nightstand, grimacing as his eyes scan the contact. 

“it’s christian.”

“what time is it?” you press, “surely it’s not that la–”

“baby, it’s well past eight.”

“shit.” you shoot up, peeling the comforter off, “why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

max follows in suit, shoving a leg through his pants, “cause we were in the middle of an important conversation. i wasn’t going to just interrupt you to tell you i had to leave. that wouldn’t have been fair to you!”

“right,” you scoff, throwing on a hoodie, “you don’t have to act like i’m more important than racing. you live, breathe, eat, and sleep formula one. and i understand tha–”

lips collide with yours, the kiss nearly sucking the breath out of your lungs. it’s fiery, blazing with hunger as your knees buckle. max pulls away, panting ever so slightly. 

“don’t you ever fucking say that. you hear me?”

“yes.”

shaking his head, he makes his way across the room, smoothing out a wrinkle in his jersey before slipping on a shoe, “you mean the world to me. we can talk more about this later, but i really have to go. christian is blowing up my phone asking where i am. fuck. i really hope that no one sees me. do you have a hoodie or something i can borrow?”

crossing over to your makeshift closet, you file through the hangers, pulling a garment off. tossing the sweatshirt to max, you can’t help but giggle at his haphazard state. 

his blonde locks are all over, clearly ruffled from a long night. his clothes are wrinkly, bunched up from being thrown to the floor. the only saving grace is his red bull cap, along with the hoodie you just provided. 

however, the moment he sees the embroidered logo, he rolls his eyes. 

“really?”

“just make sure you take it off before you see christian. and put on some deodorant when you get the chance. you stink,” wrinkling your nose, you blow the dutch driver a kiss as he waves you off. 

yet, he catches the airborne smooch, returning the gesture, “i’ll text you later baby. i lo– i have to really go now. have a good day, all right?”

“i’ll try my best,” you reply, buttoning a pair of jeans, “you know i won’t be doing much.”

“goodbye love!” his voice carries down the hall as he exits your motorhome, the sound of the door echoing throughout the space. 

well, so much for making progress.

there’s a buzz in your pocket, stealing your focus for just a second.

fishing your phone out, your brow furrows. no one really contacted you in the mornings. well, unless it was an emergency or an urgent matter. 

it was a text message, from a sender you were well acquainted with.

it was none other than sir lewis hamilton. eight-time world champion. one of the greatest athletes of all time. 

who just happened to be your fellow teammate. well, fellow teammate and best friend.

who knew that formula one contracts came with a package deal like that?

where art thou, sweet girl? i fear that our team principal is going absolutely mad because you are running very behind. pls hurry before he starts going in on me for being on my phone during a team briefing. 

your thumbs glide across the screen, crafting a careful response.

sorryyyyyy. running late per usual. perks of being in the reserve, right? i’ll be there in like five minutes. 

the reply was instant, phone vibrating once more.

hurry up. toto is pissed. 

gritting your teeth, you shove your phone back into your pocket. luckily, you had packed your go-bag for race weekends the night before. well, before you got preoccupied with max. slipping on a heavier coat, you push through your bedroom door, making your way down the hall. 

exiting your motorhome, you spin on your heel, throwing up the hood as you navigate through the endless maze of the paddock. 

you would think after six months you would know your way around by now.

members of the crew and hospitality chirp greetings and good mornings, earning a mumble here and there in response. graciously, you accept a wellness shot from one of the hosting staff, in hopes that it would perk you up just a tad. 

eventually, you nudge open the door of the briefing room, keeping your head ducked as you settle into your designated seat, lewis spotting you. from across the space, he shoots you a thumbs up, paired with a precious grin, dimples and all. 

the second you slide on your headphones, a voice floods your ears.

it’s brassy and gruff, thick with annoyance, brimmed with that accent you were all too familiar with. 

“good morning, hase. i’m so glad that you could take the time out of your busy schedule and join us this morning.”

it was none other than toto wolff, team principal of mercedes amg petronas.

your boss. 

looking up, you notice him to your far right, perched in his seat. his gaze is lasered in on you, almost piercing. with his brows furrowed and lips wound tightly shut, you couldn’t quite distinguish the emotion plastered across his features.

was it anger? disappointment? sheer and utter regret?

“good morning, toto,” you grumble, heat flooding your cheeks as snickers bubble up from all around.

“as i was saying,” toto clears his throat, “i think that we need a new approach for the remainder of the weekend. clearly george isn’t feeling up to par, so we need to explore our options.”

“i could drive,” george russell, your other teammate coughs, “i want to ra–”

“i don’t think pushing you to your limit is an intelligent idea,” toto cuts in. the words are firm, the team principal continuing, “let’s face it, with ferrari and mclaren in the mix this season, we are desperate for points. we need to make a strong move this weekend or else we are going to fall behind. even more so than we already are.”

the voices trail off as your mind wanders, your focus dissipating by the second. typically, you never paid too much attention to the briefings anyway. after all, they did not pertain to you. they usually were directed at the engineers, strategists, george, and lewis. 

not like you needed to really pay attention too closely. you were just kind of there. a body in the room.

the backup plan. 

fuck, did that absolutely torture you. so much potential wasted. all of your blood, sweat, and tears poured into nearly two decades of racing just to end up fiddling with a loose thread of your hoodie as a room full of men bickered about who would fill a fucking seat. 

some fall from grace this was. the 2023 formula two champion reduced to a reserve driver simply because no other team would take her. 

after all, you couldn’t really complain too much. this was the life you chose. you were the one who ultimately made the choice to sign to mercedes for a two-year contract. 

after all, it was your dream to drive for mercedes.

“here’s what we should do,” toto’s voice seeps into your headphones once more, snapping you out of your dazed state, “we should utilize our reserve driver. what is the point of having a reserve driver and not utilizing her?”

“toto,” bono’s voice chimes in, “i’m not sure if–”

“bono,” the fierceness in lewis’ tone takes you aback, “this is what’s best for the team. as a whole. we cannot give it our all if we don't have healthy drivers.”

“george,” toto turns to the british driver, “what do you think? do you have any input?”

“i don’t disagree,” george shrugs, the words hoarse, “i want to be healthy for saudi arabia.”

“then it’s settled,” the team principal shifts towards you, his lips curling into a smug smirk as his arms fold across his chest.

“i think that it’s time for our little hase here to really show us what she is capable of.” 

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[thetealsky]

"Baby?" || Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader

Richie was the first to notice her when she slipped in the backdoor of the bear. Everyone was doing last checks of their station before heading home, a low chatter reverberating around the kitchen.

"Well don't you look pretty?" He said, taking in her tight black dress and heels. "Cousin got a hot date tonight?"

She didn't respond, just slightly slumping into the wall.

"Sweetheart? You good?" That's when she tipped her head towards him and he saw the streaks of mascara that had long since run down her cheeks and dried.

"Cousin?" Richie looked around but couldn't spot carmy anywhere.

"COUSIN?!" He shouted when she didn't even react, growing quickly concerned.

Carmy came barreling out of his office, eyes darting around looking for an emergency.

"You're girls here." Richie simply said, not wanting to upset her by announcing to everyone that she'd been crying.

Carmys head whipped to where she was still slumped against the wall, something in the back of his head telling him he should know why she's so dressed up, in his favourite dress no less.

"Baby?" He started to walk towards her, his brows furrowed in worry.

She finally looked up and pushed away from the wall at the sound of his voice, fresh tears starting to brimm in her eyes.

"You forgot didn't you?" She asked, her voice slightly raw, then mumbling "You said you'd be better." More to herself than anyone else.

The kitchen was completely silent, everyone having paused to listen in, tension rising.

"Baby?" Carmy repeated, wanting so badly to comfort her but having no idea what he could have forgotten.

She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, plastering on the best smile she could muster as the tears started to fall. Opening her clutch and taking out a small wrapped box, she took to few steps falward to hand him the box.

"Happy one year Bear." Leaning in to softly kiss him on the cheek before turning and saying a quiet goodbye to the kitchen at large, slipping out the back door in seconds.

It was as if the whole room held its breath, no one making a sound. It took about thirty seconds for her sentence to sink in for everyone. The next sound was Carmys office door slamming followed by "FUCK!"

Suddenly the kitchen was a flurry of motion, Sydney running out the back door to chase after her, Richie starting to yell about what a jagoff Carmy was, and Tina banging on the office door.

[jenosbigtoe]

Requesting a haechan shot where he loves to tease and edge until ur like. AT THE BRIMM. He's cheeky everywhere he goes !!

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: lee haechan x reader

warnings: meanie hyuck, jealousy, degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking

you were basically asking for it.

prancing around in front of his horny ass friends wearing nothing but a string bikini top and thong. tits bouncing around and bare ass out on display for everyone to see barely covered by the pathetic excuse of a “swimsuit” you were wearing. it was supposed to be a beach day, not a slut-yourself-out-in-front-of-your-boyfriend’s-friends-to-rile-him-up day.

“baby, you know you piss me off when you do these kinds of things around other people,” he spoke lowly through gritted teeth into your ear. he gave your bare ass a hard pinch for emphasis.

you smacked his hand away. “ugh, you’re too possessive, hyuck. relax.”

“you’re literally bare ass naked in front of my friends, how could i not be pissed off?”

he was so sulky for the rest of the day. sitting under the beach umbrella instead of hanging out and glaring at you menacingly with everyone else. you could visibly see the fire in his eyes and the red hot anger radiating off his body. but who cares? today was supposed to be a fun day at the beach!

until you were back in the hotel room, tears rolling down your face as he had you bent over his lap.

he gave your tingling ass cheek another hard slap. “so you wanted to be a fucking slut?”

you were a babbling mess, sniffling and sobbing and wriggling around. “n-no!! i wasn’t.”

he gave you another smack. “pissing me off all goddamn day. acting like a cheap whore.”

he started to pull on your bikini thong, giving you a tight wedgie that rubbed up into your leaking pussy. you cried out at the feeling, cunt spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you fucking like this huh. you like being punished, spanked, called a slut,” his voice was low and dangerous as he wiggled your thong up your cunt, fabric rubbing up on your clit and sending waves of pleasure up your spine.

fat tears rolled down your face and dripped down to ground. you attempted to squirm around and away from his relentless punishment but he suddenly threw you on your back and pinned you beneath his heavy body.

“not so fucking fast slut. i’m far from done with you,” he breathed out before crawling down to face your achy cunt.

“ah, so my slut is turned on by this,” he smirked and stared hungrily at your dripping pussy barely concealed by the piece of string you called a bikini.

you whined and kicked your legs around before he grabbed your thighs and held you down. he dove straight into your drooling pussy, flattening his tongue against your core and sucking at your clit. he moaned at the taste of your sweet cunt on his tongue, sending vibrations through your core. he licked a long stripe up your cunt, gathering up your dripping juices onto his tongue, before shoving his tongue as far into your hole as possible.

you bucked your hips wildly into his face, screaming and sobbing from the feeling. you grabbed at his hair and pulled, causing him to go even harder on you.

“o-oh my, f-fuck!!” you cried. “hyuck, oh my god oh my god!”

he stopped and looked up into your fucked out face. “aw, little slut likes getting her pussy ate huh? such a fucking whore.” your juices and his spit were glistening off his chin. hair wild, pupils blown, he looked like sin.

he shoved his fingers into your dripping cunt, easily sliding in from the way you were drooling and creaming. he started to pump his fingers up into your sweet spot, pounding his fingers knuckles deep into your creamy cunt as he licked and sucked on your clit hard.

you were losing your mind, feeling your pussy clench and spasm around his fingers as you bucked your hips to meet his face. you were a babbling, sobbing, screaming mess, saying incoherent sentences as hyuck ate your pussy like a starved man. “so good oh my god f-fuck so good hyuckk!! more please more more!!”

you were so so close to release, feeling your climax build right before the toppling over the edge. when all of a sudden he ripped his fingers out of your hole and removed his face from your spasming cunt. you whined at the loss of contact, why?

and then he got up from on top of you and walked away, leaving your fucked out, shaking form right where he left you.

“dirty sluts like you don’t get to cum. maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

a/n: i got super carried away and then realized this kinda wasn’t what you asked for… i hope you like it anyways el oh el

[unplaces]

Dr Charles Brimm Blvd, Camden, New Jersey.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Love in the Dark: Chapter Thirteen

Love in the Dark: You discover an intense connection with a dream lover, yearning for a love beyond physical appearances. As your encounters blur the lines between the waking world and the Dreaming, your grapple with the complexities of desire, friendship, and mortality. Can you truly love in the dark?

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x NAMEDFem!Reader.

Word Count: ~3.7k

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You trace your fingers down Morpheus' torso, admiring the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You revel in the power that you hold over him in this moment, a power that he has willingly surrendered to you.

Morpheus watches you with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He's trying to keep his composure, you know he has patience for it, but you can see the strain on his face, the way his hands clench into fists at his sides. Itching to touch you, to grab your thighs, buck against your hot, wet cunt straddling him.. He wants more, needs more, but he's waiting for your command.

His arousal stands tall and proud against his stomach, a tantalizing sight that has your mouth watering. You let your gaze wander over him, taking in every inch of his body. His skin is dusted with what looks like tiny stars, a beautiful sight that leaves you breathless.

Slowly, teasingly, you let your hand wander lower, tracing muscles you could feel and carving fiery paths of pleasure. Your fingers trail down until they reach the base of his cock and you marvel at how beautifully crafted his parents had made him. For the briefest moments your fingertips linger around the circumference of his cock. Morpheus sucks in a sharp breath at the contact, his hips bucking up into your touch.

"You're so impatient," you tease him, giving him a pointed look as you wrap your fingers around him. It was nice to turn the tides for once. Morpheus groans in response, the sound a symphony as he throws his head back against the pillow.

"And you never designed to be this cruel, beloved," he replies, his voice strained with desire.

You smile, a slow, seductive curve of your lips, and begin to move your hand along his length, your touch firm but teasing. "Patience, Morpheus," you purr, your voice dripping with sensuality. "All good things come to those who wait. Including me."

His eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. You can see the struggle within him, the battle between his need for control and his overwhelming desire for you. It's an intoxicating feeling, knowing the power you hold over him in this moment. You had it in your dreams, surely, but not like this.

You continue your slow, deliberate movements, driving him closer and closer to the edge without giving him the release he craves. His body trembles beneath you, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. You can feel the tension in his muscles beneath your thighs, the way he fights to maintain his composure, and it only spurs you on.

Morpheus' hands clench and unclench the bedding beneath him, his knuckles white with the effort of keeping them still. His eyes burn with a mixture of frustration and longing, and you can see the thin veneer of control slipping away with each passing second.

"Please," he finally groans, his voice a rough whisper. "I need you. I want you. I long for your embrace."

Your smile widens, a slow, seductive curve of your lips. "Do you?" you ask, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "How much do you need me, Morpheus?"

His response is immediate, his voice filled with a raw, desperate need. "More than anything. Beloved, it has been agony since you left and I should not like to spend a moment more without knowing your touch. You are my solace," he continues, his voice growing more passionate with each word. "In this vast universe of dreams and nightmares that I command, you are the only thing that brings me peace. You are the light to my shadows," he finishes, his eyes nearly brimming with tears. "And I do not wish to exist without you."

You watch Morpheus closely, taking in the agony and desire that play across his face. Your heart aches at his words, and you feel a fierce surge of love for this being who has brought you so much happiness in your dreams. You want that to continue, you want that so much. Your eyes glow with determination.

"Come for me, Morpheus," you command, your voice firm but laced with love. "I want to feel your release on my hands."

Morpheus groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gives himself over to your touch. His body tenses, every muscle coiled like a spring, and you know he's on the edge. You continue to stroke him, your touch firm and steady, and he lets out a hoarse cry as his release surges through him, seed spilling onto your hands in thick, pearlescent streams.

As his orgasm washes through him, you withdraw your fingers to your lips. Eyes connecting with Morpheus' softly glowing ones, your tongue darts out and licks at your fingers.

As Morpheus' orgasm subsides, you feel a deep sense of satisfaction at having brought him such pleasure. But you are eager to taste him once more, this time with your mouth. You suck on your fingers for a few more moments, lips curved into a smirk as he watches you with bated breath, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

Sliding your last finger from your lips with a pop, you settle your hands on his hips and scoot yourself backward until you were satisfied that your mouth had full, easy access to his straining cock. It stands proud and erect, almost begging for more.

"Kora," Your name rumbles from his lips. You lower your head, your gaze never leaving his, and dive in to explore the velvety expanse between his legs. The scent of his powerful pheromones fills your senses, and you can't help but inhale deeply, savoring the unique scent that is Morpheus. That has always been Morpheus.

His handsome, sculpted abs flex as you nuzzle your nose against his pelvis. Your tongue darts out to lave the base of his cock, and he lets out a shuddering groan that sends tingles up your spine. You lick him again, this time tracing the length of his shaft, causing his body to tense beneath you.

As you continue your exploration, you can't help but marvel at the beauty of Morpheus' cock. His cock is perfect, both in form and function; a work of art that you are honored to experience firsthand. And to think you had been sucking off a masterpiece all this time.

You pause to admire your handiwork, looking up to meet Morpheus' gaze. His eyes are filled with a mixture of desire and worship, and it's clear that he is yours in that moment, completely and utterly devoted to you. It truly is intoxicating, knowing that you have the power to reduce this powerful being to a quivering mass of need and desire.

You decide to tease him a little more, to draw out the experience and savor the exquisite torture you're inflicting upon him. Your tongue jets out to lap at the bead of see that drips from the tip of his cock, and he bucks his hips upward, the brief moment of contact clearly driving him wild with desire.

You pull back, just far enough to deny him the contact he craves, and lap at the seed that have pooled at the base of his shaft. His taste had always been incredible, something you looked forward to even, and now you find yourself growing hungry for more.

Morpheus groans, his hands reaching down to grip your hair, not to encourage but to stroke the strands and revel in the pleasure you bestow upon him. You chuckle at Morpheus' growl of frustration as you drag a finger teasingly down his shaft, coating it with his own seed. He's so desperate for your touch, for your mouth wrapped around his cock, that he can barely contain himself. But you're not ready to give in yet. Not when you're enjoying this game of teasing and denial so much.

With a sly grin, you draw your finger into your mouth, sucking it clean and making a show of it for Morpheus' benefit. His hips buck involuntarily, and you can see the strain in his face as he tries to hold back from begging you for more. But you know he won't be able to resist for long.

You continue to tease him with soft kisses and licks, tracing patterns on his sensitive skin with the tip of your tongue. Morpheus' breathing quickens, and his grip on your hair tightens as he thrusts his hips upward, seeking more contact with your mouth.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. You can feel the tension coiling in his body, and you know he's on the verge of losing control. And that's when you decide it's time to give him what he wants.

You part your lips and slide them over the tip of his cock, savoring the velvety softness of his skin against your tongue. Morpheus lets out a low moan as you take more of him into your mouth, his hips thrusting upward as if to urge you to take him deeper.

With each bob of your head, you feel Morpheus' cock harden even more, if that's even possible. His hands are no longer stroking your hair but gripping the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. He's completely lost in the sensations you're creating, and it fills you with a sense of power and satisfaction.

You continue to suck him off, increasing the speed and depth of your strokes. Morpheus' moans grow louder, echoing through the room, and you can tell he's close to the edge. You redouble your efforts, using your hand to stroke the base of his cock while your mouth works its magic on the tip.

Morpheus' body tenses, and you know the moment is near. With a final, desperate thrust, he empties himself into your mouth, his seed painting your tongue and the roof of your mouth. You swallow greedily, savoring the taste of him as he gasps for air, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

As Morpheus' orgasm subsides, you draw back, licking your lips to savor the last drops of his essence. His eyes are still closed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You can't help but feel so happy that he is blissed out and within your bed, looking so beautiful.

Morpheus finally opens his eyes, a look of blissful contentment on his face. He reaches up to cup your cheek, his fingers gentle against your skin. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice still rough with desire. "For giving me such incredible pleasure."

You smile, climbing up so you can lean in and press a kiss to his lips. "It's my pleasure," you reply, your voice filled with pure affection. "But I am not done."

You straddle Morpheus' hips, his cock still hard and throbbing between your thighs. His eyes are dark with desire, watching you intently as you begin to move. You start slowly, raising yourself up until his tip is just inside you, then lower yourself back down with exquisite care.

Morpheus' breath catches in his throat, and he grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. You can feel the warmth of his touch, the strength in his grasp, as you continue to ride him at a leisurely pace. Each time you raise yourself up, you feel the delicious tension build, and each time you descend, you're greeted by the thickness of his shaft filling you completely.

His eyes never leave your face, drinking in your every expression as you move above him. You can see the desire burning in his gaze, and it spurs you on, knowing that you have the power to bring him such pleasure.

As the seconds stretch into minutes, you increase your pace slightly, relishing the feel of Morpheus' cock inside you. His gasps grow louder, his hips thrusting upward to meet your every downward motion. The sensations are so intense, you can hardly believe it's possible to feel so alive, so connected to another person. To an Endless.

You lean forward, caging him in with your arms as your lips brush his ear. "I love you," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. Morpheus' grip on your hips tightens, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you as he struggles to hold back his release.

But you're not ready for it to end just yet. You continue to ride him, your rhythm growing faster and harder with each passing second. Morpheus' hips are bucking wildly now, his control slipping as he's consumed by the pleasure you're giving him. One of his hands departs your hip to grasp your breast and he gives it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over your nipple, sending shivers down your spine.

"All I want is you," You begin to chant between your gasps of pleasure. "All I want is you, all I want is you."

Your words are like a mantra, driving both of you closer to the edge. The intensity of your movements increases, your pace becoming almost frantic as you chase the climax that hovers just out of reach. Morpheus matches your urgency, his thrusts powerful and precise, each one sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you.

The tension builds to an almost unbearable peak, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, every touch, every kiss, a testament to the love and desire you share. You can feel the climax approaching, a wave of ecstasy that threatens to sweep you away.

With a final, powerful thrust, Morpheus finds his release, his body shuddering beneath you as he cries out your name. The sensation of his seed filling you pushes you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you with a force that leaves you trembling.

You scream as you come around his cock, your cunt rippling and clenching around his cock while your fingers clenching the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white. The intense sensations of pleasure course through your body, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crash over you and spill down your limbs until your fingers and toes are tingling.

You feel him twitch inside you, his cock stirred by your orgasm and tight squeezes your cunt gives it. The warmth and slickness of his seed is almost too much to bear, but it only adds to the incredible sensations that you're experiencing.

When your orgasm begins to subside, your arms tremble and you begin to collapse on top of Morpheus. Yet instead of landing on his body in a slump of buzzing and half numb limbs, Morpheus is moving faster than you can blink. He has your positions reversed in between your heavy exhale and inhale, and when your brain finally registers what has happened, you are splayed out on your bed beneath him.

Your eyes are wide and filled with the after affects of your orgasm, bliss and ecstasy, and Morpheus gazes down at you like you are the most beautiful entity he has ever laid eyes upon because in his mind, you are. Your eyelashes flutter up at him as your mind, once again, marvels at his beauty. You raise your hand and brush your fingers along his jaw, carving paths across his lips.

You feel Morpheus's weight bearing down on you, his body flush against yours as he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roam across your skin, setting it ablaze with every touch. You can't help but moan into his mouth as his tongue dances with yours, the intensity of his kisses matching the fierce burn in your veins.

Morpheus slides his cock back into you with a satisfied sigh. Your body hums in response, the earlier climax still echoing in your veins. His eyes never leave yours as he begins to move, his pace slow and deliberate. The sensation of him inside you, filling you so completely, is overwhelming.

His hands roam your body as he moves, tracing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. Each touch is a testament to his desire for you, his love for you. You wrap your legs around him, ankles locking together and pulling him deeper into you with each thrust.

Morpheus leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth once more with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You can taste yourself on his lips, taste him, you can even taste the very stars that burn so brightly within his hypnotic gaze. It only serves to stoke the fire within you.

His thrusts grow more insistent, each one hitting a spot deep inside you that makes stars dance behind your fluttering eyelids. You clutch at his back, your nails digging into his flesh as you struggle to keep up with his relentless pace. He is a being that will never tire, never need to recover from intense orgasms, never falter in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure. Each thrust drives deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You can barely keep up with him, your body responding to his with a fierce, primal need.

"Morpheus," you gasp, your voice a desperate plea. The sensation of his powerful thrusts, combined with the feel of his hands gripping your hips, is almost too much to bear. The pressure is building again, the tension coiling within you like a spring ready to snap.

His response is a deep, guttural growl, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue dances with yours, the kiss reflecting the intensity of your connection. His control is slipping, his need for you driving him to the brink.

"All I want is you," you chant again, your voice a mantra that seems to fuel his desire. "All I want is you."

Morpheus' eyes darken with an unspoken promise, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, driving you both closer to the edge. The sound of skin against skin, your shared moans, and the rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect harmony create a symphony of pleasure that fills the room.

Your body responds to his every movement, your hips meeting his thrusts, your hands exploring the hard planes of his back. You can feel the muscles tensing beneath your fingers, the raw power of his body a constant reminder of his endless stamina.

As the tension within you builds to an almost unbearable peak, you cry out his name, your voice filled with a mixture of desperation and ecstasy. "Morpheus!" Hearing you cry out his name with such sweet ecstasy, ambrosia dripping from your lips.

You can feel another orgasm building within you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you're certain it will consume you. Morpheus seems to sense this because he increases his pace even more, driving into you with a fervor that leaves you gasping.

"Let go," he murmurs against your ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Let go for me."

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge once more. Your body convulses beneath him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your screams echo in the room as the world narrows down to just the two of you; Morpheus and Kora.

As the waves of pleasure recede, leaving you spent and sated beneath him, Morpheus continues to move within you, his thrusts slow and gentle now. His lips brush against your forehead in a tender kiss, his body covering yours in a protective cocoon.

Morpheus, still inside you, is a comforting weight. His breaths puff against your skin in rhythmic waves, syncing with your own. His hand strokes languid patterns on your back, lulling you into a drowsy stupor. His other hand, once entwined with yours, now gently cradles your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"Sleep," he murmurs, the command as soft as a lullaby. "Rest."

You blink for a few moments before stretching out an arm to grasp for your bottle of melatonin. Morpheus' hand prevents you from taking it.

His chest rumbles with a soft sigh. "Kora," he says, his voice carrying a note of reprimand. "You need to dream."

"No." The word is stubborn, resolute.

His fingers still in your hair. "Why?" he asks, the single word heavy with unspoken questions. Tinged with pain even.

"I..." You falter, searching for words that won't come. You don't want to explain that dreaming means facing reality - the reality that Morpheus is not yours to keep.

"Is it because of me?" he asks suddenly. The question startles you. You lift your head to look at him, meeting his intense gaze. He looks serious, concerned even. Guilt and fear riddles yours.

"I... It's complicated," you admit. No it isn't, you just don't want to face your fear of being right that he isn't yours.

His thumb strokes the side of your face in a gentle caress. "Then let me simplify it for you," he says softly. "Dreaming is essential for your health, Kora."

"But..." You trail off, unsure how to voice your fears.

"But nothing," he interrupts firmly. "You are harming yourself by avoiding sleep."

"But if I dream..." you start again, then stop.

"If you dream... what?" He prompts gently.

"I'll have to face reality," you whisper.

He sighs, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Kora, avoiding reality won't make it disappear. You have to face it eventually."

"But it hurts," you admit quietly.

His hand tightens in your hair. "I know," he says softly. "But know this, beloved, you are mine. In this plane and the next. You are mine."

You want to believe him, you really do. But the fear of waking up alone, of facing a world without Morpheus by your side, is too great.

"Please," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "For me."

The plea in his voice breaks through your defenses. With a shaky sigh, you nod against his chest. "Okay," you whisper back.

"Thank you," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As sleep tugs at your senses, Morpheus's arms tighten around you, as if he's trying to anchor you to him. He is, making sure that you know he will still be yours when you wake from your dreams. And in that moment, you let yourself believe that maybe - just maybe - you can face reality with him by your side.

Date Published: 10/28/24

Last Edit: 10/28/24

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