#and i wonder if in those moments of confusion

[nemisuki]

The Audacity

Synopsis || You've come to the realization that your boyfriend is way too gorgeous to be outdoors alone, time to show everybody he's taken... in your own secret way.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, no smut or angst, physical touch, kinda suggestive if u squint, flirty and jealous reader, flustered bkg, aged up to seniors, dating au, short fluff oneshot, silly moments, he’s just a lil guy, 806 word count

She couldn't believe the spontaneous words exiting his mouth, there's no way her blonde — who possesses such high levels of intelligence — could be this dense!

The girl jolts up from under the covers, sitting on the bed to give him her full attention.

"Wait wait wait, what did you say?"

His brows furrowed with confusion at her sudden interest, as he mindlessly grabs his phone, slipping it into the side pocket of his trousers.

"I said I'm gonna go buy snacks, ain't shit in the dorms-"

"Dressed like that?!"

The question left her lips before he could even finish, a look of disapproval on her face.

His head snaps back at her in response to the verbal objection — internally wondering what the hell is going on — it's not like her to comment on such trivial matters.

"The fuck? What's wrong with it?"

A frown threatens to form at her concerns, he didn't put much thought behind his clothes. Why should he for such a quick trip-

"You're wearing the sluttiest outfit!"

Everything around him seems to freeze for a moment and he looks utterly dumbfounded.

What in the world is she on about?

"Grey sweatpants AND a black tank top? Oh hell no... you look way too good."

She abruptly stands up and marches in his direction, a visible pout on her face as she shamelessly checks him out, her eyes practically glued on his torso.

The tight fabric only enhances the outline of every muscle and crevice of that chiseled work of art. It doesn't help that his overall physique has grown more prominent throughout their years at UA.

It's simply not fair to look that good so casually, it's sickening!

"So you're jealous?"

A smug smile slowly forms on his face as he reaches out — grabbing a hold of her waist to pull her in — leaning down to get a good look at her.

Feeling his ego skyrocket at her silly declarations.

Those red eyes sparkling with amusement, only causes her thoughts to multiply the longer she stares into them.

Then it suddenly clicks.

"Not at all, but I AM a bit territorial."

He suddenly freezes as she lessens the remaining distance between them, y/n confidently pressing a soft kiss to his neck, the feeling leaving a warm sensation on his skin.

Tingles spread to every part of his body.

His grip on her waist slightly tightens at the contact. Her eyes glanced at his neck then met his flustered gaze a few seconds later.

A gentle smile on her face that causes him to break away from her touch — so overwhelmed he fears things might escalate — shying away just in case, not wanting to seem like a lovesick fool.

"You- uh- I'm heading off now idiot!"

He grabs whatever jacket was at the entrance and hastily puts it on, trying to ignore the increase of his rapid heartbeat.

For some reason she begins giggling behind him, he could only assume she knew how flushed his face was.

"Mkayyyy be safe~"

"Yeah yeah I know."

He walks out of the dorm room in no time, making his way out of campus — in the direction of the nearest convenience store — silently thinking to himself about how much of an idiot she is.

And how much of an idiot he is for her.

Soon enough he reaches the store, grabbing all the snacks he saw necessary, not forgetting to put her favorites in the basket simultaneously.

It was only after a few minutes, when he began noticing multiple stares directed at him while walking around the aisles. His brows furrow with annoyance as he approaches the cash register.

He begins handing the old lady his items, trying to think of a reason for all the unwanted attention he's been receiving since he arrived, what's with everyone?

"Ah you're in love young man? How adorable."

His eyes snapped to the woman behind the counter, caught off guard by her sudden question, suspiciously giving her a once-over.

"Hah? What makes you say that?"

She simply chuckles in response and points at his neck, handing him his change and bag of goodies.

He awkwardly walks out of the store, completely clueless as to what the hell just happened. Out of curiosity, he takes out his phone and opens the camera, his eyes widening at the sight.

A vibrant kiss mark planted right on his neck — her tinted lipstick on full display for everyone to see.

His mind goes on overdrive as he remembers her laugh and words. That possessive brat did this on purpose!

He quickly puts on his hood and dials her number, rushing back to the dorms with purpose. She happily answers at the first ring, oblivious to the chaos she brought upon herself.

"Katsuki hey what's up-"

"YOUR SO FUCKING DEAD!"

"Uh-oh..."

*Your call was disconnected*

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a/n ||| im trying to think of what to write for valentines day and i have ZERO clue, idk what trope or au to do ughhh. obviously it's gonna be bkg related but im fr so lost! anywayssss wrote this randomly at 2 AM, going to knock out now nighttttt! tags ||| @leleyro @zaiban2989 ໒꒰ྀི ´๑  ̫๑`  ꒱ྀིა

[kekewrites]

LADS Caleb x pervert!reader

Tw: just reader being perverted and gross, reader is going through it, reader being nasty, weird thoughts, horny thoughts, tension

Thinking about a pervert!reader. Being a high schooler and entering a new stage in life where your hormones goes rampant, making you more aware of the opposite gender. It doesn't help how you're currently living with someone so handsome, caring, kind... and so... manly.

Wait- you shouldn't think about your childhood friend like that!

You didn't know when it started. It just happened one morning when you came to the kitchen to eat breakfast, his back seems broader than usual, his tank top showing off his big juicy biceps, and his tall frame-

"Oh, you're awake pipsqueak? Why are you standing there?"

His voice snap you out of your thoughts, shaking your head to rid of them before settling down on the chair. Trying to act normal and totally not conscious of him, you grumble how cold it was in the morning.

Caleb's eyes swept over your form appraisingly, a flicker of something unreadable sparking in their purple depths as they lingered perhaps a moment too long. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, muscled arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric of his tank top stretching taut against his biceps.

Damn...

Something in your demeanor struck Caleb as... different. A faint blush colored your cheeks, and you seemed to avoid his gaze. He quirked an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Cold, huh? Well, why don't ya come over here and let me warm ya up then, short stack," he teased, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately—though his touch lingered perhaps a heartbeat longer than usual. 

Why does his hand feel bigger than usual? Or were they always that big?

Thinking about a pervert!reader. Staring at the toothbrush innocently sitting in the cup along with her own. The blue toothbrush and her pink one beside each other, just like those married couple have. The blue toothbrush that had been inside Caleb's mouth. The blue toothbrush that soaks up his saliva mixing with toothpaste.

Caleb's saliva...

I wonder how it taste like?

Your mind snapped as you stare at the blue toothbrush in your hand, your subconscious already grabbed the toothbrush now currently sitting in your hand.

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

Nervously gulping, you opened your mouth ready to use his toothbrush not until, the person you're currently crazy about walks in, making you freeze on the spot.

"Hey, did you see where I put my notebook? Huh? Is that my toothbrush?"

Heart pounding, you quickly switch the toothbrushes, your face burning with embarrassment as you turn to face Caleb. You try to keep your voice steady, but it comes out in a panicked squeak.

"N-no, of course not! I mean, I was just… I got confused and grabbed your toothbrush by mistake." You let out a nervous, slightly manic laugh. "You know how much of a ditz I can be in the mornings!"

You turn away, hiding your flushed face from sight as you begin scrubbing your teeth with fervor, hoping Caleb didn't notice the way your hands shook slightly.

He raised an eyebrow, "Ok? So, have you seen my notebook?"

Pausing your toothbrushing to glare at Caleb's reflection in the mirror, you huff in annoyance, "No! I didn't see your stupid notebook."

That was close...

Thinking about a pervert!reader, being extra moody and defensive when you're around him. Totally not because you're starting to see him as a man. Totally not because you're starting to realize how attractive he is.

Starting to feel guilty about imagining some inappropriate thoughts just be staring at him. It would be just a normal hangouts with him, eating popsicle stick with him. Your eyes darting at the way he licks the popsicle, his adam's apple bopping down.

"What's up?"

You froze as you realized Caleb had caught you staring.

"N-no, it's nothing!" you stammered, tearing your gaze away. you could feel the heat rising in your skin.

You fidgeted in your seat, suddenly hyperaware of every little detail—the way his tongue flicked out to catch a drip of melting ice, the flex of his broad shoulders as he raised the treat to his lips once more.

Why is he doing that?!

"It's just... it's cold in here, that's all," you avoided his probing gaze, staring down at the half-eaten popsicle stick in your own hand. You swallowed hard past the lump forming in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Why am I always having those thoughts? I don't wanna be a creep!

Caleb's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied your face, not entirely convinced by your flimsy excuse. The blush staining your cheeks and the way you couldn't quite meet his gaze spoke volumes.

Thinking about a self-aware!caleb, who knows the effect he has on you. His hidden smirk every time he knows what you're thinking about.

Caleb sits across from you, his expression unreadable, eyes shadowed by something you can’t quite place. You tell yourself it’s just your imagination, that the way his gaze lingers is nothing more than coincidence. That the way he angles his body ever so slightly toward you isn’t deliberate.

You shift in your seat, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. It’s ridiculous, really, how easily he manages to throw you off balance. The way his voice lingers in your mind even after the conversation has ended. The way his presence alone feels like an invisible tether, pulling your attention back to him no matter how hard you try to resist.

But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t do anything.

Just sits there. Watching.

You convince yourself he doesn’t notice the way your eyes flicker to his lips when he speaks, the way you fidget under his gaze. You tell yourself he isn’t aware of how your pulse betrays you when he leans in just a fraction too close.

But then, just for a split second, there it is. A barely, there shift in his expression, a flicker of amusement, gone before you can catch it.

You don’t notice the smirk he hides behind his next words. You don’t realize that every stolen glance, every shaky breath, every fleeting moment of hesitation and he’s seen it all. And worse?

He knows exactly what it means.

And he's enjoying it.

[bapeach]

Boombastic

Just a short story while I try to get back into writing. Don't love it, but it's better than nothing 😁 Constructive criticism is always welcome. Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Nika Mühl x female!reader  Word count: 1.3k+ Summary: You catch Nika watching TikTok edits of you.

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When you enrolled in UConn, your only plans were to play basketball and get a degree. You didn’t care about making friends or getting a girlfriend. You only really wanted to play ball, but you knew you needed to have a backup in case something happened and you could never play again. So a degree in communication it was.

It’s not like you struggled making friends, you just didn’t ever have your own little friend group. You hopped from group to group, always a friend to everyone, but never letting anyone get too close. Well, that was before you came to university. If you really thought you were going to be able to only be teammates with your basketball team, you thought wrong. Joining that team means joining a family. And thank God for that. You loved those girls to pieces and were happy to call every single one of them your best friends.

You were especially close to Nika, however. Which was a good thing, seeing as she was also your roommate. And maybe you also had a tiny crush on her, but no one needed to know that. Sure, you two playfully flirted with each other all the time, but that was all just a joke. To the Croatian, at least. You meant every single thing you said to her. Things like how she was the prettiest girl you’d ever seen, how her smile could light up the darkest rooms, and how if she were yours, you’d treat her right.

There are moments when you think she might like you back. The way she looks at you isn’t the way friends look at each other. Friends also don’t blush the way she does when you lean in close to mutter a compliment. But then you start overthinking it and make yourself believe that you’re just imagining things. Because there is no way that the goddess that is Nika Mühl will ever like you.

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You hum your favorite song to yourself as you walk through the hallways. You’d just gone out for some errands and were on the way back to your dorm. You wonder if Nika is already there or if she’s still with Paige. You hope she’s home, maybe then you two could finish the show you’d started a while ago. You quicken your step a little as you near your dorm. When you open the door, you take a step inside to see Nika already on the couch, her back towards you. 

A grin appears on your face as you quietly put your stuff down on the table next to the door. You open your mouth to say something, but you know that wouldn’t do much. Nika is wearing those annoying headphones that you complain about at least once a day. They’re great for the person wearing them, the sound is clear, and outside sounds are completely muffled. They aren’t so great for the people around them, though. You can clearly hear everything the wearer is listening to, while they can’t hear you yell at them to turn it down.

You start taking off your shoes as you hear the song playing on Nika’s phone. You smirk a little as you recognize the music. Boombastic by Shaggy. The song has been all over your fyp all week, so you figure the brunette is scrolling on TikTok. Your face scrunches up in confusion when you’ve finally taken off both shoes. The song was playing on repeat. “I swear to God if she’s watching an edit of herself to that song,” you think to yourself as a mischievous grin grows on your face.

You walk over and pause behind her, watching her phone from over her shoulder. Your mouth drops open as you see yourself in the video. A smirk appears on your face as you watch Nika play the TikTok over and over again. You see that she’s already liked it and has it saved to one of her folders. You shoot forward, snatching the phone out of her hands as you quickly back up.

The brunette bolts up as she looks at you with wide eyes, her cheeks blazing red in embarrassment. “Y/N, give me back my phone!” She huffs. She tries to take it out of your hands, but you hold your arm away from her as you look at her cockily. “Damn, I look good,” you hum, pursing your lips.

“Y/N, please,” she begs, looking at the floor. You tap her profile as you check out in which folder she saved the video. “Oh. My. God… You have a folder with 102 edits saved of me?” You laugh in shock and amusement. The Croatian girl burns an even brighter red as she stops trying to steal the phone from you, having accepted defeat. She sits back down as she puts her face in her hands. “Shut uppp,” she whines.

You look away from the phone towards the brunette, your smile softening. ���God, she’s adorable,” you think. Nika huffs as she hears you take a screenshot of the number and send it to yourself. She wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Once you’re done, you throw the phone next to her, not looking as it bounces against her thigh.

You grab your own phone, saving the screenshot before opening your TikTok. After a few swipes, you put your phone back in your pocket as you look at Nika with a grin. Feeling her phone buzz, the brunette grabs it and unlocks it to check your message. She stares at the picture you sent for a few seconds. It was a screenshot of your own TikTok account, a folder with her name on it visible. The number “253” on display.

“You… you have 253 TikToks saved of me?” She says as she looks up at you, her eyes wide. “102 is a rookie number. I thought you liked me?” You tease as you cross your arms. She rolls her eyes as you walk over, a smirk forming on her face. “253 of me? People are gonna think you have a crush on me, Y/N/N,” she grins. You grab her hand and pull her up from the couch. Her cheeks flaming as you pull her against you. “Hmm, and so what if I do?” You say with a low voice as you grab her chin. 

“I’m not sure I believe you,” she replies, looking up at you with doe eyes. “Is that so?” You mutter, leaning a little closer to her. “Mhm… Why don’t you show me how much you like me?” She mumbles back. She barely has time to finish her sentence as you pull her face towards your own. You kiss her hard and deep as you grip her a little tighter. When you’re out of breath, you back up a bit and smirk. “How was that for proof?”

She rolls her eyes at you, a grin on her face. You soften a bit as you look at her. You move your hand to cup her cheek as you rub your thumb across it. “I really like you, Niks,” you say, your voice barely louder than a whisper. You don’t care about the fact that you’re looking at her with vulnerable, desperate eyes. You needed her to know. 

She grabs your face in her hands, pulling you close. You stare into her eyes, only being a few inches away from her. “Then why haven’t you asked me out yet?” She murmurs, her lips a small pout. You look at her in adoration and a hint of regret. “I’m sorry for being too scared to… Let me make it up to you? Dinner at 6 tomorrow?”

She grins at you, pulling you in for another kiss. “Deal.” You beam a wide smile at her before smirking. “So… Do you often watch TikToks of me on repeat?” You let out a deep laugh as Nika slaps your shoulder, pushing you away. You grab her wrists, pulling her back against you in a hug. “You’re a jerk,” she mutters against your chest. “Yeah, but you love me,” you reply, feeling her smile against your shirt. “Hmph,” she huffs, but squeezes you tighter.

You suppose those damn headphones aren’t so bad after all.

[parasolladyansy]

I can’t imagine the subway bosses are taking the “loss” of Ansy well =[

BW Survival - lesson 1.5

Ingo & Emmet both prided themselves of remembering their repeat passengers. She was one who didn’t battle much, but used the subway often to get to where she needed to go.

Ingo liked to talk with her, fuss over her even, always happy to help with whatever obstructions dotted her route (Gym Leaders, Team Plasma, feeling alone or helpless), while Emmet made it a game to see how fast he can help her find her smile (his favorite joke so far would be to talk about how wonderful her smile was when she obviously had none, making her laugh in confusion, then again good spirits).

They would sometimes think to themselves how they might’ve become very good friends, together with Elesa & Skyla. Had she not…

For the sake of their passengers, they carried on. They left their Pokémon in their safe spots, running the subway as strictly transportation…when it isn’t being used for the resistance.

Once in a while, they would remember her - how she tried to venture alone against the King, who even the Champion failed to best. In his most private moments, Ingo would sometimes think to himself:

“If only there were some way to reverse one’s tracks, & return back to a station…a time before she met such an end…”

lesson 1.5: You can’t help everyone, but those you can, you should.

[azurem]

IM SORRY. IF SOMBD ALREADYY ASKED ABT IT buuuuut what's your take on inkmare first kiss or confession??? Chaos chaos, evil chaos

Uhhh. i do not remember well to be honest. I remember asking how the first kiss would be, however!

My take on the confession is that it was the one that happened first, when the relationship still was somewhat unilateral. Nightmare realized he had somewhat of a crush, and, assuming it was something about possessiveness (aka he thought it was a childish whim he wanted to quell), quickly proceeded to action. Like. Second truce done, friendship established and he didn't take long to confess.

I assume it was a mix of you-do-this-to-me + a try-to-sell-something-to-you kind of talk? Like. He wasn't quite sure if Ink reciprocated (which was kinda the situation) so he was sure to market himself and his question like something beneficial (though he was still kinda grumpy with it cuz he also has the unconscious thought that the crush existing™ was an act done against him. Like, the thought that this was Ink's fault and that he had to take at least some responsability about it)

I imagine it was quite attractive (of an offer). And Ink did find it entertaining enough he accepted. I imagine it happened when they were in one of their recreational meetings (aka probs reading inside nm's library or inside a geno au) likeeee

"...I've made a mistake," Nightmare said. Ink looked up at him from his place, sitting cross legged on the floor. They placed the book down. "This— a horrible mistake."

Ink just stared at him. The question marks of their eyes made him die a bit. They smiled at him. "C'mon, you're a confessed torturer. Can't be that serious."

But it was. He briefly considered sitting down, just to see them eye to eye, but Ink was already up and coming closer. The motion resulted on their elbows resting on his desk, their torso leaning forward.

"Hmmm?"

He really should have planned a better scenery for this kind of thing. Still, he couldn't let himself be intimidated, much less so when Ink was being so brave about it. "You're cruel."

This was not the response they expected. Nightmare saw him get their arms back to their sides, their back straightening. Ink's lost face stared back at him, their eyes wider than usual.

"You—" he couldn't help the way his hand shielded his mouth for a moment, as if he couldn't figure out the reason why his voice was acting. "You're— all I think about, now."

He had to fight against the instinctual need to hide himself like a child. It was sickening. He had vowed to himself to never let himself feel this small. And yet.

"You plague my mind," Nightmare said —as his hand went down from his mouth, it landed on his chest, squeezing the fabric with the need to touch— "since when, I don't know."

Ink's breath hitched with realization, flustered like one who'd suddenly find their seed peeking out from the ground in leaves. Oh. Oh!

"I don't know how," Nightmare continued, something like bitterness on his tongue before it cleared to something warmer. "But you've— you've enthralled me. I want you. As such, I need you."

"...huh."

"If you want me to beg—" Nightmare took a moment. Whatever he was about to say died in his mouth. "All I need now is a promise. An attempt. Anything."

"This is— hm. This— y'know—" Ink fidgeted with his hands, surprised when he found his cheeks warm. It was a sickening, horrible feeling. It tasted purple in his mouth, it tasted pink. The same feeling willed him to cover his mouth with both hands, unwilling to let it out on the floor.

When Nightmare looked at him cover himself as if he had something to hide, Ink felt something new. A new type of fear he never knew before. Why?

"...Of course," Nightmare said after a moment. He had never seen Ink turn those colors before. He wondered if this view would become familiar to him. "This means that if you accept, I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Ink looked at him with a type of confusion so sharp it was almost disgusted. "...Huh?"

"A truce between lovers would be quite a solid thing, don't you believe?" He said dryly, his fingers twitching with the dread of someone who hasn't been told yes. "Whatever you need, I'll acquire it for you. Whatever you want, you'll have. But you'll give yourself to me."

"But not the AUs," Ink said after a moment. He couldn't distinguish the emotion in his own voice as he put his hands down. "You wouldn't stop your show just to have me, won't you?"

"I'm afraid not," Nightmare said. His eye looked down on them. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Of course not. You'll make no slave out of me."

"...You're funny," Ink murmured. "I like you. You're— you're intriguing, dynamic. I'd like to know where your character arc is going. I like your color palette."

"...Is that a yes?"

Ink sighed. (It was a yes.)

[dia-oro]

Mama dia, all I ever wish for is a imagines or head cannon of the chain with like a super motherly almost mother hen reader that just love to spoil them with affection, gift and LOTS of food to the point of them just being little round balls you know? ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ It just seem so so cute to me even tho she is probably younger that some of them which surprise them at first probably (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

well, I'm happy to serves! I am all for mothering reader because they deserve some affection and you know acts of appreciation to remind them they are worthy of love. :) But let's beginning! I hope you like it and sorry for answer late.

The chain with a mothering? A person that give them the acceptance and approval as well protect and encouraging them? What did you think there's going to happened? They will be all like that stray cat that everybody call feral but they are all hurt person that live traumatic after traumatic even and people at their surroundings are like 'but it's your duty' and look to the other side dismissing the links feelings well, they be really like stray- once upon abandoned animals, reader kindred burn them because they have already been hurt so much so this will be a process of patience and no losing hope...

Let start with one fine mess as legend with a mothering reader- snarkiness at 200% of power, he will try to discouraged you to be close, to care, he will be a bunny ready to beatbox you- seven adventure, losing his uncle, Marin... This man need affection with no second intentions but also fear it so bad, probably think he curse or something. So reader gentle hands curing his cuts and burn will burn more than any fireball, every gentle words make his eyes stink and just one day- slowly, silently his tone lost any fire in his remark, his bedroll got a little more close to reader, if they got to stay in a inn and they share bed to save rupees he unconscious will move his body in his sleep closer, he will be the first ready for a meal made by reader and when he hurt and needed someone to take him back to the camp he will just let his guard down the moment he feel reader arm over his back... The biggest treasure for him will be a sweater one of those ugly ones like Christmas that reader made for him- he didn't even dare to put some magic in it to protect it- because being made by reader is already magic for him.

Hyrule, another feral stray animal here- but more like that one of the videos that suffered from a severed wound or is handicap by accident and abandoned just to be save by someone yeah that type of feral animal- the distrustful one but in silence- reader is just too good and they have been hurt by smiling person so much- but a difference of legend he doesn't snark, growl or try to discourage you... He just got that heartbroken look in their eyes, so wounded and at the first sweet caress in their cheek and a goodnight kiss in their forehead? He crying till his sleep, every clap of hand and congratulations for his efforts will almost make him talk in bell like sounds like some fairy- almost transform so he can be close to you but don't be catch being so he can care for you as you care for him, sing to him to his sleep and he be purring, reader mothering is something he need because how little love he had ever feel even more- how little he is still care in his world, he may be Hyrule Hero but they don't deserve him for sure. A older reader may even be take as their parental figure that he never have and very much needed. A young one? The poor kid will wonder if this what LOVE is.

Warriors, in this house paranoid and distrust is his thing, even more with act of kindred- like you see the only person with self proclaimed 'acts of love' was Cia and you know how fucked up that was. But he will try to act as smooth he can, your dresser will be take with caution, hugs make him tense, he will try to analyze you and- he will be so confused, why you're so gentle? Why you sing lullaby to both legend and time at night?? Why you're making so much delicious food?? Somehow reader food is even better than wild, even a simple sandwich will be heaven for this man, a hug? He will adore then and got very whiny if there's no one or three per day- if reader is woman, well, congrats because reader is the first woman that make him feel safe, female affection that didn't give him a panic attack.

You know wind will start to call 'mom' or 'dad' reader right? All he have is his Grammy and sisters but reader just take him back to a time that he was safe and protected and didn't have to be the protector. Now reader is supply that role and just he notice it when he was attack and trapped and a instinct deep inside made him call for reader and the next he knew is that reader was fucking running over the head of Monsters, tearing them apart and just telling him he be okay. now he always taking you to see what he just think was cool from a bird to a insect that didn't exist in his era, reader will sing to him sometimes shanties with him, sometimes even sky join with his arp, mother hen reader is the reason the Grammy is no worry for him to go to multiverse adventures.

Sky, dear sky need all that mothering right now, he miss his fiance (I want to think sky and Zelda got to that far in their relationship, that hylia scheme for the demise endgame didn't break or weaker their relationship but make both stronger) so hugs from reader, singing duet even if they didn't sing very good will be all he needed, kisses on his forehead as goodnight or just indulge in love for wood carving and buy him a professional set to carving?? Have for sure his firstborn will have reader name for it all.

Twilight with a super mothering reader? Him?? The big brother material?! Yes, please light the weight of his shoulder that he put himself in the first place, he so use to be the role model in his village for the kids and honestly he a true role model to a good citizen in all ways- but wild give seven shite that and when know it, he trying, still trying to be like time the problem he forgot he young still too, give him love, hugs and pumpkin soup to twi, is all he needed from motherly reader, to be tell he did good that they are proud of them and even if one day they part ways is no his fault and they still be together in their hearts- this man need so much reassuring and reader is that he needed. Also reader sometimes act as if they can't do a labor so there's this Happy farmhand coming to help so happy to do some labor because is his comfort zone, let him do something that need his strength- the others links rarely need it.

Four, four don't need help- need help X4, motherly reader that know his story will constantly be over his shoulder seeing if he having a migraine, head and shoulder massages are a bless for this man, be platonic or no, he care for our reader dearly for this, even more when he realized that they never underestimate them for his height, giving him some copper and metal and this man is so hapoy- it's all about encouraging any interest he have, yummy food and I will tell you blue will never raise his voice in from reader, period.

Wild, sorry no sorry- reader will be his flora here, no matter the gender, they will be the only thing that make him be in control, mothering more firm but still loving. Want to ride a animal in the camp? Just harmless ones, encourage to do others things like painting his house, making clay thing and more to have his energy and focus on one thing that didn't put his life on danger- didn't always work but already seeing wild inviting the lord of the satori and not a fucking bear to the camp is better than the bear Alone and probably on fire.

Time, I miss my wife 2.0, he a adult, but also a traumatized one, he most time is the adult adult of the group even if he can be worse than legend and wind in his pranks, but when the moon got red in wild era sings and forcing him to look at reader all time while everybody is in safe zone, being reminded he important and love to- or just talking o what to give malón as present means a lot to him, help him with the cucos- sorry no sorry even if you're contemporary to him or minor didn't matter- motherly reader is in his mind a child of his, malon think to and what malon say is law to him so motherly reader will be mothered to.

Hope you like it <\3

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hihi I saw that one about somniphilia and was wondering if you could do Diavolo and Simeon too? :p

Ofc!

Side characters reaction to a somnophilia kink MC

Diavolo

He thought humans were such unique creatures and once you arrived he realized they were also severely horny creatures as well. He wasn't grossed out just a bit confused. When you explained it to him he was immediately on board with it all. He often times is either asleep before you or after you. He agreed to the kink as well so if he were to fall asleep before you, you could use his body as you desire. Ride him, suck him off, etc. Now if you were to fall asleep before him he would purposely go slow in the beginning because well he had a huge demon cock it'll obviously wake you up if he's too rough. He does go slow for a bit but he becomes too desperate to cum he immediately pounds into you once he's close. Not that you mind too much.

Simeon

He couldn't believe his ears. You want him to fuck you as you sleep? Wouldn't that anger you? You're losing sleep? What if he does too much? He has many questions which will all be answered with time. He was hesitant the first time he attempted it but when you woke up halfway through it and just moaned his name happily he wasn't displeased by the idea now. He often uses you when you come over to the purgatory hall because you usually don't so it's the only time he can and he ends up not caring who's around (if luke is gone)

Solomon

He loves this kink so so much. His ass is everywhere and usually sleeps late at night from doing way too much sorcery. He isn't rough which is surprising because he usually is. He just fucks you slow and deep and admires your body as he does so. He likes these moments because they feel so intimate and loving.

Meso

He immediately thought you were joking and told you to fuck off. After you bring it up repeatedly he finally gets the hint. He also was a bit hesitant but it didn't take much consideration when you were only in his shirt and nothing else on his bed. He went slow to not wake you but got slightly faster. He goes at a moderate pace not too rough or slow. It's somehow perfect to where you do feel everything in the morning but aren't sore.

Thriteen

She titled her head then giggles "such a little freak Mc~" she teased. She didn't mind of course. She mainly used your sleeping body as a type of experiment for her sexy toys. She based how good the product was on how fast it made you cum. She does sometimes fuck you herself with a strap on if you're a girl or uses your dick to ride as a male. She just goes nice and slow and sighs happily like a sort of stress relief alike Solomon (do not tell her that)

Raphael

He scowled at first at such a kink. Those types of things exist? He doesn't degrade you just doesn't understand why you'd enjoy it. He does however attempt it for you. He used his hands first before anything else and as he watched everything on you closely he realized you were much more vulnerable in this state than when you're awake. He won't admit it but he does enjoy indulging in your kink.

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So Good For Me - Jayce Sneeze Fic (Ja/yvik)

i’m in LOVE with your arcane fics and so hungry for more jayce content generally- i noticed light d/s and gentle caretaking on your list of elements you enjoy in fic, and i was wondering if i could combine those in a jayvik request? for whatever reason, jayce is kind of Out Of It and viktor takes a firm but loving caretaking role, directing jayce to drink water or blow his nose or lie down or what have you, and jayce happily complying- or viktor more directly assisting him/executing with that caretaking? i’m not sure if this makes any sense and it’s way too long but ya!! brainworm i had that i humbly place in your skilled hands

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Thank you anon for this lovely prompt!

This is disgustingly soft established relationship so I hope that's the vibe you were looking for. Also Jayce is very shy/bashful about enjoying being taken care of here, I figured if he was feverish and falling into a more submissive headspace he would behave this way. 

(Jasha - diminutive for Jayce, Vitya - diminutive for Viktor, Solnishko - petname meaning sunshine, Zolotse - darling)

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Jayce made a discontented grumbling noise From where his face was pressed against the table. He had fallen asleep at some point while Viktor was focused on his own calculations. Jayce had been coughing and sniffling most of the morning. So it didn't surprise him that his body had eventually betrayed him this way. 

Viktor hated to wake him when he was resting, But he knew what he really needed was to go home and get some good rest in bed. And Viktor didn't mind being the one who saw it so. 

He reached out and gently squeezed Jayce's shoulder. 

“Jayce, wake up solnishko,” He murmured gently rocking Jayce's shoulder back and forth. 

“Wake up, Jayce. It's time to go home.” 

Finally, Jayce's lashes fluttered as his eyes cracked open. He grimaced and pushed himself up from where he'd been draped over the table with a low groan.

“Fuck, What time is it? Snf. I didn't mean to fall asleep.” He rubbed a hand over his face and then his nose scrunched up with irritation. His nostrils fluttered and his eyes drifted closed despite Jayce’s best efforts.

“Snfsnf snfff hhh…sorry have to-Huh’RRSSHHuh…Hhhhhh’EISSHhhuh snff Excuse me,” He mumbled cheeks pink with embarrassment, having only just barely caught the sneeze against the back of his hand.

“Bless you. Its alright.” 

He offered him a handkerchief and Jayce took it with a quiet, “Thanks” as he wiped his nose with the soft cloth. 

“You're welcome. C’mon, get your things. It's time to go home now.”

Jayce nodded and snuffled into the kerchief as he stood up but then he noticed that it was too light outside to be the end of the day. “Viktor, its still early…” he said with a questioning look.

“Yes. But you are clearly sick and need rest, so we're going home early.”

Jayce's eyes were a little glazed over with a mild fever so it took him a moment of adorable concentration to consider Viktor's words. “I can go home, so you don't have to miss work.”

Viktor stepped into Jayce's personal space until he was close enough to reach up and cradle Jayce's jaw with one hand. “I want to go home with you, Jayce. And take care of you. Will you let me do that, solnishko?”

Jayce blinked drowsily, cheeks already flushed from his cold going slightly darker but he only mulled it over for a moment before he gave Viktor a soft bashful smile. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Jasha. You're being so good for me.”

Jayce shivered and his pupils blew out at the praise.

“I want to be good for you, Vitya.”

“Good boy. Come, let us go home where I can take care of you.”

Jayce nodded and Viktor took his hand toting Jayce along who went dociley until he stuttered to a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway. Viktor looked over confused until he saw Jayce’s expression had gone lax with a building sneeze. His breath wavered as his nostrils flared out into wide ovals.

“Hh’hh’EH-RRSSHHue….hh’huh’IZSHHHuhh…sndfff…sorry,” he mumbled as he swiped at his nose with the back of his hand. 

“Bless you, Jayce. Its only a little farther and then I can tend to your poor nose.”

Jayce blushed, ducking his head a little bashfully as he rubbed at his septum with the knuckle of his index finger, but his expression was pleased at the offer. Viktor knew Jayce enjoyed being doted on and pampered when he could get out of his head enough to relax for it. “Thandks,” he said softly. 

Viktor was grateful that they had found a place together only a few blocks away so they only had to pause a few times for Jayce's nasal interruptions. 

When he shut the door behind them he was unsurprised to see Jayce's expression fallen into sneezy desperation again. 

“Hihhh…EDSHHHue..hh’huh’ERSSHHHoo…sndff sndf scuse mbe.”

“Bless you, sweetheart.”

“Thandk you.”

He let go of Jayce's hand to press a guiding hand to his back instead leading him into the bedroom. And then getting him to lean against the headboard with his legs on the bed so Viktor could reach his shoes and gently remove them. 

Jayce blushed again as Viktor helped him change into pajamas, taking his time to pet and massage at each piece of Jayce's revealed skin as he went. 

“Thandk you, Vitya,” Jayce said soft and sweet when he was done and sliding under the covers propped up by a pile of pillows against the headboard. 

“It's my pleasure, Jasha.” 

Jayce smiled at him, eyes still a bit foggy with fever but contented and warm. Then his nose wrinkled and Viktor waited patiently as Jayce built up to another round of sneezes.

“Huhh…hhh’hh…Oh I'm…I'm gonna…ISSHHue…hhh’EISHHHoo..”

“Bless you, Jayce.” But he didn't stop at his usual double this time.

“hh’hhh’EGSHHHooo…huh’HUH’ERSSHHue…sndfff Thindk I ndeed to…hhh…blow mby ndose...”

“Of course, zolotse. Just a moment.” He knew that sometimes Jayce would get fits that could go on for ages if he didn't blow his nose to give himself some relief. He grabbed a fresh handkerchief from the bedside table drawer and then settled next to Jayce on the side of the bed. 

“Hhh’hh’EGSHHHih…hh’Huh’RRSHEW–Eh’DSHHue…”

Viktor brought the kerchief up to Jayce’s runny nose, gently cupping it in the folds. “Bless you, Jayce. Go ahead and blow your nose, moi zolotse.”

“Hhh’MPHHchshh…” Jayce muffled one sneeze into Viktor's cloth covered hand before he managed to blow his nose. Viktor pulled it away, folding it over to a dry side and pressed it to Jayce's nose again. 

“Once more,” he instructed softly. Jayce blew his nose a second time and then Viktor wiped his nose clean and set the handkerchief aside. “Very good, Jayce.”

Jayce's lips twitched into a small shy smile and Viktor ran his fingers through his hair loosening the strands from their usual style. 

“I'll go make you some tea. Just rest in the meantime, solnishko.” He stood to move to the kitchen but Jayce reached out and touched his wrist getting Viktor's attention. 

“Can you stay?” he asked softly, “Make tea later?” 

Viktor's heart softened at the sight. Jayce also tended to be clingy when ill, preferring Viktor stay close enough to touch. “Of course, Jayce. Let me just get some water for you instead and change my clothes. Then I will join you.” 

“Thanks, Viktor.”

“Of course, solnishko,” he replied softly, eyes warm with affection. 

He made quick work of changing and getting water, and the bedroom remained quiet exempt for a trio of muffled sneezes. 

“Bless you, Jasha,” he said as he got into bed beside Jayce. Jayce gave a bashful laugh, “Thanks.”

As soon as Viktor was laying down Jayce was pressing into his side, an arm going over his waist and his cheek pressed against Viktor's shoulder. Jayce seemed tired enough that Viktor thought he would drift off immediately. However it seemed his nose wasn't quite ready to give him a break. 

Jayce's nose twitched against his shoulder, nostrils trembling as his breathing began to draw out into wavery inhales.

“Hhhh…hhhhhhhh….huh’hh…”

“My poor love. You have such a bothersome cold in your nose. Hold on just a moment,” he reached over to grab a kerchief, snagging by the tips of his fingers so as not to displace Jayce.

“Hhh’hh...” His expression was pinched with sneezy desperation as he tried to hold off long enough for Viktor to bring the handkerchief to his nose. But the itch brought on by his cold grew to almost to burn in its intensity and he was helpless against it. 

“Hh’HUH’MPHHTSHH…hh’Hh’HZZSHH-mphh…shit, Viktor, I'm so-hhh… sorry…snfsnf”

“Hush now. It's alright. It's not your fault this cold has your nose so sensitive,” he murmured soothingly, bringing a hand up to pet through Jayce's hair. “Do you have anymore sneezes in that pretty nose of yours?”

Jayce blushed and nodded. “Yeah..hh…I hah-ve to sneeze…hhh..agaid…”

Viktor brought a kerchief to his nose, keeping his other hand in Jayce's hair. “I've got you, zolotse. Go ahead and sneeze for me.” 

“Huhhhh’ERSHHHmphh…hheh-Heh-EHZZZZSHHmmm-huhh…HH’ERRRSHHHuhhh…”

“Good boy. Bless you, sweetheart,” he wiped Jayce's nose and then folded over the kerchief to a clean side and returned it to his nose. “Blow for me.”

Jayce obediently blew his nose and then resettled against Viktor with a little sigh of relief when his nose quieted. Viktor set the kerchief aside and pressed a kiss to Jayce's brow. “You're so good for me. My sweet Jayce. Just rest now.”

“Love you,” Jayce murmured as he began to drift off.

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu (i love you too).”

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🎄 Touch

Touch: Morpheus decides to profess his adoration and love to you, only you have never even so much as kissed someone. Morpheus finds this extremely attractive.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus x AFAB!Reader

Prompt: Virginity

Word Count: ~11.0k

You wander through the Dreaming, a realm where anything is possible, where reality bends and shifts at the whim of its creator, Morpheus. The air here feels different, charged with a strange energy that makes your skin tingle. Flowers bloom and wither in the span of a breath, and trees whisper secrets to the wind. You've spent so much time here lately that it almost feels like home.

Morpheus walks beside you, his presence a quiet storm of intensity. His pearl like skin contrasts sharply with the dark, ethereal fabric of his coat. The stars in his eyes glimmer softly as he watches you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Do you enjoy the Dreaming?" His voice is a deep murmur.

You nod, looking up at him. "It's... beautiful. Unlike anything I've ever seen."

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I am pleased to hear that."

You've noticed how he lingers close to you, how his gaze follows you when he thinks you're not looking. There's an undercurrent of something between you two, something that makes your heart race and your palms sweat. You've never been in a relationship before, never even been kissed, so you're unsure how to interpret these signals.

"Why do you spend so much time here?" His question catches you off guard.

"I like being here," you reply honestly. "With you."

He stops walking and turns to face you fully, the stars in his eyes shining brighter. "With me?"

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Yes."

For a moment, silence stretches between you two, filled only by the rustling leaves and distant murmurs of dreams being born and dying. Morpheus takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. You can feel the coolness radiating from him.

"I find myself drawn to you," he admits quietly. "More than I should be."

Your heart skips a beat. "Drawn to me? Why?"

"Because you are... different," he says, his voice almost a whisper now. "You see things others do not."

His words confuse and excite you in equal measure. You look into his eyes—those endless pools of starlight—and wonder what he sees in you that makes him say such things.

"Morpheus," you begin hesitantly, "I don't know how to..."

Before you can finish your sentence, he raises a hand to gently cup your cheek. His touch is cold but not unpleasant; it sends shivers down your spine.

"You do not need to say anything," he murmurs. "Just... be here."

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as you savor the sensation. When you open them again, he's watching you with an intensity that takes your breath away.

"I want to be close to you," he says softly.

"So do I," you whisper back.

His thumb brushes against your skin as he leans in closer. Your heart pounds in your chest as his lips hover just inches from yours. You're acutely aware of every movement, every breath.

But he doesn't close the distance entirely; he's waiting for something—some sign from you that this is what you want too.

"I've never..." Your voice trails off as uncertainty grips you as well as the sting of embarrassment.

Your words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. Morpheus' eyes darken, the stars within them flaring like dying suns. His thumb continues to caress your cheek, a slow, deliberate motion that makes your skin hum with anticipation.

"Never?" he echoes, voice thick with disbelief.

You shake your head, feeling vulnerable under his intense gaze. "No. Never."

His mind seems to spiral, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions visible in the way his expression shifts. You see curiosity there, but also something deeper—something almost predatory. He leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"Do you understand what that means?" His voice drops to a husky whisper.

You swallow hard, shaking your head. "Not really."

His other hand moves to your waist, pulling you against him. The contact sends shockwaves through your body. "Untouched," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Unmarked by the filth of humanity."

The words send a shiver down your spine. He’s seen the worst of people—their cruelty, their selfishness—and yet here you are, pure and untainted. The thought of being your first everything seems to intoxicate him.

"You're different," he says again, this time more to himself than to you.

You look up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Is that... bad?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "No. It is... extraordinary."

His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair. The tension between you builds until it's almost unbearable. Your heart races as you realize what’s about to happen.

"Morpheus," you breathe.

He captures your lips with his in a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. It’s gentle at first, exploring and savoring every moment. But as his hunger grows, so does the intensity of the kiss. You cling to him, feeling like you're drowning in a sea of sensation.

When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing heavily. His eyes are darker now, filled with a possessive need that sends another thrill through you.

"You will be mine," he declares softly but firmly.

Your knees feel weak at his words, and you can barely manage a nod in response.

"I will guide you," he continues, his voice low and intimate as if sharing a secret. "Take all of your firsts with a touch you deserve."

The idea makes your stomach flip with a mix of nerves and excitement. You want this—want him—but the thought of being so completely at his mercy is terrifying. You truly have no idea what you are doing!

"You want that?" His tone leaves no room for uncertainty.

"If—if you want someone so inexperienced," you whisper to him, your face still very much warm.

Morpheus' eyes, like twin galaxies, hold you captive. The intensity of his gaze leaves you feeling exposed, every layer of your being peeled back under his scrutiny. His fingers still weave through your hair, their touch a blend of gentleness and possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.

"I desire you," he says, his voice a velvet whisper that caresses your senses. "More than I have ever desired anything in my entire life."

His lips descend upon yours, a slow and deliberate descent that gives you time to anticipate, to yearn, to dread. Yet you cannot pull away. There is something magnetic about the Lord of Dreams that roots you to the spot, his will weaving around yours, holding you captive in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

His mouth moves against yours with an easy confidence that speaks of countless years of experience, each stroke of his lips coaxing you into the world of sensation that you have, until this moment, never known. Your heart beats like a wild thing in your chest, the rhythm drowned out only by the thrum of blood in your ears.

He is gentle at first, his lips a soft, questioning pressure against yours, a tentative exploration. You can't help but gasp, the sound quickly swallowed by his kiss. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his tongue tracing the line of your lips, urging them to part.

And part they do, because there is something about Morpheus that makes defiance impossible. His tongue slips into your mouth, a sensual invasion that leaves you feeling both violated and cherished in the same breath. His taste is intoxicating, like the crisp, cold air of a dream realm that doesn't quite exist in reality, wild and untamed, and yet so full of possibility.

You mimic his movements, the flick and curl of your tongue an echo of his own, even as the action leaves you feeling like you're teetering on the edge of something momentous. Your hands, previously hanging listlessly by your sides, find the courage to explore, trailing tentatively up his chest and around his neck. The fabric of his coat is soft and cool under your fingers, a stark contrast to the warmth pooling low in your belly.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, something low and approving, as he pulls you closer, one hand sliding down to press against the small of your back, while the other continues to tangle in your hair, keeping you exactly where he wants you. You yield to his silent demand, your body molding against his with an ease that is as surprising as it is exciting.

His lips leave yours only to trace a heated path along your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath your ear. You shiver, the sensation both foreign and exquisite, as you feel the smooth texture of his jaw against your own skin, a reminder that this is no dream from which you can awaken. This is reality—Morpheus' reality—and it is a far cry from anything you have ever known.

His lips continue their descent, blazing a trail of fire down the column of your throat. Each kiss is a brand, a mark of possession that sends shivers cascading down your spine. You can't help but arch into his touch, your body moving of its own accord, seeking more of the exquisite sensations he's awakening within you.

Morpheus finds a spot just beneath your ear that makes you gasp when his lips brush against it. He lingers there, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, the sensation making your knees weak. A whimper escapes your lips as he sucks gently, the pull sending jolts of pleasure across your flesh.

His hand tightens in your hair, angling your head to give him better access. You're completely at his mercy, and the realization makes you quiver. You've never felt so desired, so wanted. It's intoxicating.

He moves lower, his lips exploring the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder. His teeth graze the area, not quite biting, but enough to make you moan. The sound seems to spur him on, and he sucks harder, the sensation bordering on pain, but in a way that only heightens your arousal.

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his coat. You're panting now, each breath a ragged gasp that seems to echo in the stillness of the Dreaming. The realm around you fades into insignificance, the only thing that matters is the feel of his lips on your skin, the way he's making you feel.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. There's a hunger there that takes your breath away, a need that mirrors your own. His hand leaves your hair, trailing down your side to rest on your hip. He pulls you closer, the evidence of his desire pressing against you.

Morpheus’ lips find yours again, the kiss deep and demanding. You yield to him, your mouth opening under the insistent pressure of his tongue. He explores you with a thoroughness that leaves you dizzy, his touch both a claiming and a revelation.

You're lost in the sensation, the world narrowing down to the two of you and the connection that crackles between you like a live wire. His hand moves from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you even closer, as if he can't get enough of you.

The kiss seems to go on forever, a dance of tongues and lips that leaves you breathless and aching for more. You've never felt anything like this before, this all-consuming need that threatens to overwhelm you.

In the blink of an eye, Morpheus lifts you from the ground, cradling you against his chest as if you weigh no more than a feather. His movements are smooth, effortless, as he carries you through the shifting landscape of the Dreaming. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, a wild, frantic rhythm that you can't control, as you cling to him, your world spinning out of control.

You sense the change in the air around you, a sudden warmth that envelops you like a comforting embrace. When you finally dare to open your eyes, you find yourself in an opulent bedroom that seems to be carved from the very essence of dreams. The walls pulse with a soft, ethereal glow, and the bed, large enough to drown in, is draped with silken sheets that shimmer like the surface of a calm, moonlit lake.

But it's not the room that takes your breath away—it's the sight of yourself, draped in a stunning negligee woven from the essence of stars. The fabric clings to your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, each curve and line of your form highlighted in a breathtaking display of celestial beauty. The warmth in your cheeks deepens to an almost painful intensity as you realize just how exposed you are. You've never felt so bare, so vulnerable, and the thought of Morpheus seeing you like this sends a wave of panic coursing through your veins.

Yet when you glance up at him, all you see in his starry eyes is adoration and desire. The look on his face is one of pure reverence, as though you are the most exquisite creature he has ever beheld. His gaze travels the length of your body, each sweep of his eyes like a physical touch that leaves a trail of fire in its wake.

"You are a vision," he murmurs, his voice a low, sensual purr that resonates deep within your soul. "A masterpiece crafted from the very fabric of the universe." His words wrap around you, a comforting blanket that helps to ease the embarrassment slowly fading under the weight of his admiration.

Morpheus steps closer, his hand reaching out to trace the contours of your face with a gentleness that surprises you given his immense power. His fingers trail lower, following the delicate line of your neck before dipping lower still, skimming the swell of your breasts. You tremble at the contact and your breath catches, your body jerking in surprise at the surge of pleasure that ripples through you.

"So responsive," he whispers, his fingers continuing their exploration, each touch leaving a trail of molten lava in its wake. "I cannot wait to discover all the ways I can make you tremble."

His words, combined with the skillful caress of his fingers, send a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly. You can feel the wetness between your thighs, tangible evidence of your arousal, and the knowledge that he is the cause of it only serves to heighten your desire.

You're overcome by sensations that are as intoxicating as they are terrifying. Every brush of his skin against yours sends sparks of electricity shooting through your veins. You're drowning in a sea of sensation, each wave carrying you further away from the shores of your innocence.

You stand there, your heart pounding in your chest, as Morpheus' gaze roams over your body, clad in the star-woven negligee. His eyes, deep and fathomless, stir something within you—a yearning that's both exciting and terrifying. You feel  heat creep across your cheeks as you realize just how exposed you are, not just physically, but emotionally. You've never been this vulnerable with anyone before.

"Do you wish to be introduced to the delights of the body?" Morpheus asks, his voice a low thrum that resonates with the power of the universe.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself at a loss for words. The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. You've never even allowed yourself to imagine such things, let alone experience them. But here, in the Dreaming, with Morpheus, the impossible seems within reach.

You swallow hard, your eyes meeting his. There's a flicker of uncertainty in your gaze, but also a spark of curiosity—a desire to explore the unknown with him. You give a meek nod, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. But that isn't an adequate response, not to Morpheus.

"I need to hear you say it," Morpheus insists, his voice gentle but firm as his fingers find their place at your jaw.

You take a deep breath, the words catching in your throat before you finally manage to speak. "Yes," you whisper, the sound barely audible.

"Louder," he commands, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," you say again, your voice stronger this time, though it still trembles with nervous anticipation.

Morpheus steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His touch is soft, almost reverent, and you can't help but lean into it. "Yes, what?" he prompts, his eyes searching yours.

"Yes, I want to... to learn," you stammer, the words feeling foreign on your tongue.

His smile widens, and he brings his other hand up to cradle your face. "That's my beloved,” he murmurs, his thumbs stroking your cheeks in a soothing motion. "I will show you wonders beyond your wildest dreams."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, coaxing them to part, and you comply with a soft gasp. His kiss is a revelation, a slow, sensual exploration that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.

His hands leave your face, trailing down your body in a slow, deliberate caress. He explores every curve, every dip and swell, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You tremble under his touch, your body responding to his caresses with a fervor that surprises you.

The air in the room is thick with anticipation as Morpheus' fingers continue their slow dance across your skin. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. He steps back, his hand falling away from your face, leaving a cold void in its wake.

"Kneel," he commands, his voice a low rumble yet gentle on your ears.

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. You've never knelt for anyone before, let alone in such an intimate setting. But there's something about the way he says it—a note of authority that leaves no room for argument. Slowly, you lower yourself onto the soft, plush carpet, your knees sinking into the fabric as you assume the position he's requested.

Morpheus watches you with a predatory intensity, his starry eyes drinking in the sight of you on your knees before him. There's a possessive hunger in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the power you’ve given him.

He takes a step closer, his fingers lingering on your jaw before brushing against your lips. You can't help but part them, a silent invitation that makes his eyes darken with desire.

"What should I do?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Morpheus leans down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he speaks. "Undo my jeans," he instructs, his breath a hot whisper against your skin. "Slowly, take time to enjoy yourself, beloved.”

Your hands tremble as you reach for the fastening of his jeans, your fingers fumbling with the button. It takes a few tries, but you finally manage to pop it open, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence of the room.

"Pull down the zipper," he directs, his voice a low growl but still with a touch to gentleness.

You do as he says, your fingers tugging on the metal tab. The sound of the zipper sliding down is like a siren song, a prelude to the revelation that awaits beneath the fabric.

"Now, reach inside and pull out my cock," he says, his words making your cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your cheeks flame just from that word alone!

Your fingers brush against his stomach and a quiver runs down your spine just from the smoothness of his skin. Then you slip your hand into the opening, your fingers brushing against the hot, hard length of him. He is already hard!? You can feel his heartbeat pulsing beneath your touch, a steady rhythm that matches the frantic beating of your own heart.

You pull him free, your eyes widening at the sight of him. He's larger than you expected, his cock rigid and throbbing with need. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, a tangible sign of his desire for you.

Morpheus lets out a low moan as you wrap your fingers around his shaft, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

"Stroke me," he commands, his voice strained with need. "Use your hand to mimic the rhythm of your heart, the ebb and flow of the tides, the dance of the stars in the night sky."

His words take your breath away, and you falter for a moment, enraptured by the sheer intensity of his gaze and the raw emotion in his voice. How could you refuse such a command?

Your hand begins to move, your fingers sliding up and down his cock with an minimal confidence at first. You can feel the power in your touch, the way his breath hitches each time you reach the tip, the way his body trembles beneath your caress. The way his cock swells and throbs beneath your fingertips.

"Just like that," he murmurs, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, his fingers guiding your movements. "You're doing beautifully, beloved."

His breathing grows ragged as you find your rhythm, your hand moving with newfound confidence. You're mesmerized by the sight of him in your grasp, the way his body responds to your touch. His eyes are half-lidded, his lips parted as he watches you, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice a low purr that vibrates through your core. "Use your other hand to cup my balls. Gently, now."

You do as he says, your fingers exploring the soft, sensitive skin, the weight of him in your palm both a surprise and a revelation. You can feel his cock twitch in your other hand, and you can't help but tighten your grip in response.

"Just like that," he groans, his hand fisting in your hair. "You so skillful for an innocent, my beloved."

The praise sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins, and you find yourself eager to please him, to learn all the ways you can make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

You continue to stroke Morpheus, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the power of your touch. His cock is hot and hard in your hand, the way it throbs and twitches sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins. Even your body reacts, the muscles in your pelvis clenching. It warms your cheeks all over again.

His voice, low and husky, breaks the silence. "It's time for you to learn another way to please me," he says, his fingers still tangled in your hair, guiding you closer to his throbbing erection. You feel a thrill of anticipation mingled with a twinge of nervousness. What if I do it wrong?

"Open your mouth for me," he instructs, his tone gentle yet firm. You comply, parting your lips as you gaze up at him, your eyes wide and questioning. "Good girl," he praises, his words sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

Morpheus guides the head of his cock to your lips, the salty taste of his seed teasing your taste buds. "Lick it," he guides you gently, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Use the flat of your tongue and slide it from the base to the tip."

You do as he says, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, exploring the contours and ridges with a sense of wonder. His sharp intake of breath encourages you to continue, to explore further. You repeat the motion, each slow lick sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

You feel the throb of his cock against your tongue, a steady pulse that seems to echo the beating of your own heart. The skin is soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the iron-hard shaft beneath.

"That's it," Morpheus breathes out, his voice a low, sensual growl that sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Take me into your mouth. Just the tip, to start."

You part your lips wider, allowing him to slide past the barrier of your teeth. The head of his cock is velvety soft against your tongue, and you can't help but swirl your tongue around it, exploring the shape and texture.

"Good girl," he praises, his hand gently cradling the back of your head, guiding you without forcing you. "Now, use your hand to stroke the base while you suck on the tip."

Your fingers tighten around the base of his cock, your other hand coming up to cradle his balls once more. You begin to move your hand in tandem with the movements of your mouth, your tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

"Just like that," Morpheus groans, his hips canting forward slightly as he succumbs to the pleasure of your touch. "You're doing so well, beloved."

The praise spurs you on, your movements becoming more confident as you carefully lick the head of his cock. You can feel the tension building in his body, a coiled spring that grows tighter with each passing moment. His cock twitches against your tongue, a clear sign that he's getting closer to the edge.

You feel the rhythmic pulsing of his cock against your tongue, the subtle way his body tenses beneath your touch. His breath hitches in his throat, a clear sign that he's teetering on the edge of release.

"I'm close," Morpheus warns, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "If you wish to pull away, do so now."

You consider his words for a brief moment, but the thought of not seeing this through, of not experiencing the culmination of the pleasure you've been giving him, is unthinkable. You want this, want to feel the warmth of his seed in your throat, to know that you've brought him to this point.

With renewed determination, you redouble your efforts, your hand and mouth working in unison to drive him over the edge. You feel the hot, wet spurt of his release against your tongue, the salty tang of his seed splashing against your lips and chin. It's a sensation unlike any you've ever experienced, both startling and arousing.

His cock twitches once more, his seed further spilling past your lips and into your throat, marking you with his. The sight of it, the feel of it, sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs. You're acutely aware of your own arousal, the dampness of your underwear a tangible reminder of the effect he has on you. It makes you squeeze your thighs together and whimper.

For a moment, you're overwhelmed, unsure of what to do next. But then Morpheus' hand is there, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of his seed from your lips.

"You did beautifully," he praises, his voice filled with warmth and genuine admiration. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, beloved. You were perfect."

His words wash over you, soothing away any lingering doubts. You realize that you're not just a passive participant in this dance of pleasure—you're an active, vital part of it. And the knowledge that you've pleased him, that you've brought him such intense pleasure, fills you with greed.

As the last tremors of his release subside, your gaze drifts downward, your eyes growing wide as you watch Morpheus' cock begins to harden once more. It's a sight that leaves you both awestruck and intrigued, the way his body responds to your touch both mesmerizing and a testament to the power you hold over him.

Morpheus notices your fascination and chuckles softly, the sound a low, sensual rumble. "My body is not like that of a mortal," he explains, his eyes glimmering with need. "My need for you is as boundless as the night sky."

His words send a shiver of anticipation coursing through your veins, a reminder of the immense power that resides within him—and, in this moment, within you as well. He doesn't need a rest period in between orgasms? You feel a fresh wave of searing arousal between your thighs, the dampness of your underwear getting worse.

You are captivated by the sight of Morpheus' cock growing rigid once more, a testament to the boundless desires of an Endless. Erect, throbbing, you can even see the veins pulse. A hand on your chin draws your eyes to his once more, aflame with a ravenous hunger that is both frightening and desirable.

"I want more of you," he confesses, his voice a velvet caress that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "I wish to feel the heat and deliciousness of your mouth surrounding my cock, to feel your throat fluttering around me."

A shiver of apprehension runs down your spine at his words. The thought of taking him so deeply into your mouth is both exhilarating and daunting. But you've never done anything like this before! The fear of his cock stretching out your throat makes you whimper ever so softly.

Sensing your unease, Morpheus reaches out to gently tip your chin up, his starry gaze piercing through your doubts. "I will guide you every step of the way, beloved. Trust me to show you the way."

You swallow hard, nodding your consent as you feel a fresh wave of pleasure between your thighs. His words, his touch, everything about him ignites a fire within you, a hunger for experiences yet to be explored. His eyebrow quirks and the grasp on your chin tightens.

"Do you agree to my request, beloved?" he asks, his gaze never leaving yours.

The question hangs in the air between you, a tangible reminder of the power dynamics at play. You realize that he needs to hear the words from you, a verbal affirmation of your willingness to continue. Yet again. Oh you are pretty sure you are falling deeper and deeper in love with him by the second.

A flush creeps across your cheeks as you contemplate his question. You've never done anything like this before, never even imagined that you'd find yourself in such a position. But here you are, on your knees before the embodiment of dreams, in a negligee, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and arousal.

You lick your lips, your tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of his seed that lingers there. The taste of him sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your veins, a potent reminder of what you've just experienced—and what he's asking of you now.

"Yes," you whisper, the word barely more than a breath of air. "I agree, Morpheus."

His eyes flare with satisfaction at your words, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Say it again," he commands, his voice echoing with the weight of his authority. "Tell me, explicitly, what exactly you're agreeing to."

You swallow hard, your gaze dropping to the sight of his cock, already hard and ready once more. The thought of taking him deeper into your mouth, of feeling him hit the back of your throat, is a bit terrifying. What if you accidentally throw up on him? You'd never be able to look at him in the eye ever again! But the gentle confidence he holds in you is too much for you to back out.

"I agree to take your co—cock, deeper into my mouth," you say, your tongue trembling over speaking that word. It felt scandalous enough to just hear it! You take a deep breath, collecting yourself, and steady your gaze. "I want to feel your cock in my throat, Morpheus."

His name on your lips seems to ignite something within him, a spark that transforms into a raging inferno of need. "That's my beloved," he murmurs, his hand gently cupping the back of your head once more. "I will guide you. Just breathe through your nose and relax your throat. I will not push you farther than I know you are capable of."

Morpheus' hand remains a comforting presence at the back of your head, his touch guiding and reassuring. You take another deep breath and look into his eyes for guidance.

"First, relax your jaw," he instructs, his thumb lightly tracing the contours of your lips. "Let it fall open naturally, without forcing it."

You follow his lead, allowing your jaw to relax as you part your lips slightly. The anticipation builds within you, a delicious tension that coils in your belly and radiates outward to every nerve ending.

"Good girl," he praises, the approval in his voice sending a warm flush across your skin. "Now, I want you to breathe deeply through your nose, and as you exhale, take me into your mouth."

You obey, drawing in a deep breath before slowly releasing it. As you do, Morpheus guides his cock towards your waiting lips. You feel the smooth, heated skin against your tongue, the taste of him mingling with the lingering tang of his seed.

"Let your tongue cradle me," he directs, his voice strained with need. "Flatten it against the underside of my cock as I slide deeper."

You comply, your tongue pressed against the rigid length of him as he begins to rock his hips forward. The sensation is intense, the feeling of him filling your mouth both overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Now, breathe through your nose and focus on relaxing the back of your throat," he instructs, his hand lightly cradling the back of your head. "I will control the depth, beloved. Trust me."

You close your eyes, surrendering yourself to his guidance as he begins to gently thrust into your mouth. There's a moment of panic as you feel him pressing against the entrance of your throat, but you force yourself to breathe, to relax, to trust in him.

"Swallow," he commands, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your core. "That's it, just like that."

The action causes your throat to tighten around the head of his cock, and a low moan escapes Morpheus' lips. The sound sends a bolt of lighting right down to your pelvic region, a reminder of the power you hold over him, even in this vulnerable position. You were causing this pleasure. You.

"I'm going to move now," he warns, his voice barely more than a growl. "Remember to breathe, and I will take care of the rest."

True to his word, Morpheus begins to move with more urgency, his cock sliding in and out of your throat in a slow rhythm. It's a sensation unlike any you've ever experienced, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves you both breathless and empowered.

You feel the weight of his gaze upon you as he begins to gently rock into your throat, a mixture of desire and ecstasy that makes you want to squirm beneath him. His cock slides in and out of your mouth with a rhythm that is both soothing and arousing, the head of his cock brushing against the back of your throat with each careful thrust.

"Breathe," he reminds you, his voice a low, sensual growl. "And swallow when I push forward. That's it, just like that."

You follow his instructions to the letter, your body responding to the cadence of his voice with an eagerness that surprises you. Your hands, which had been resting on your thighs, rise of their own accord to sink into the rough denim of the jeans he still wears. The contrast of the coarse fabric against your smooth skin is a stark reminder of the raw, untamed power that resides within him.

As he pushes deeper into your throat, you can't help but gag slightly, the reflexive motion causing your throat to tighten around the head of his cock. The sensation elicits a low moan from Morpheus, the sound vibrating through his body and into yours.

"That's it," he encourages, his hand gently cradling the back of your head, guiding you without forcing you. "React naturally, beloved. Your body knows what to do."

You take his words to heart, allowing your instincts to guide you as he continues to gently fuck your throat. Each gag, each gasp for air, each reflexive clutch of your hands against his jeans serves to heighten the sexual tension that crackles in the air between you.

His movements become more insistent, his cock thrusting deeper into your mouth with each passing moment. "Use your tongue," he commands, the strain of his need evident in his voice. "Press it against the underside of my cock and hold it there."

You do as he says, your tongue flattening against the rigid length of him as he pushes deeper into your throat. The sensation is intense, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you both breathless and yearning for more.

"Now, hum," he instructs, the word a low, sensual vibration that seems to echo within the very marrow of your bones. "A soft, gentle sound, just enough to make your throat vibrate around me."

You obey, the sound emerging from your throat as a soft, keening hum that seems to reverberate through every fiber of your being. The vibrations cause his cock to twitch within the confines of your mouth, the sensation drawing a low growl of approval from Morpheus.

"Yes," he hisses, his hips canting forward as he pushes deeper into your throat. "Just like that, beloved. You're doing beautifully."

His praise ignites a fire within you, a hunger for more that leaves you aching with need. Your fingers tighten around the denim of his jeans, the fabric bunching beneath your grip as you struggle to maintain control over your own body.

"Relax," he soothes, his hand gently stroking your hair in a gesture that is both calming and arousing. "Let your body yield to me, beloved. Trust me to guide you."

You surrender yourself to his guidance, your body going limp as you allow him to control the depth and rhythm of his thrusts. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of your throat is both overwhelming and intoxicating, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves you both breathless and empowered.

"I'm going to come," he warns, his voice a low, guttural growl that sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through your veins. "I want you to swallow everything I give you, beloved. Can you do that for me?"

You nod, the motion causing his cock to slip even deeper into your throat. The thought of swallowing his release, of taking that final step into the unknown, is frightening. Are you going to choke on his seed?

"Good girl," he praises, his voice strained with need. "Relax, beloved. Get ready."

With a final, shuddering moan, Morpheus thrusts deep into your throat, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. The hot, wet spurt of his seed fills your mouth, the salty tang of it a potent reminder of the power you hold over him, even in this vulnerable position. You do choke, but only momentarily before your reflex kicks in.

You swallow, the action causing your throat to tighten around the head of his cock. The sensation draws a low moan from Morpheus. As the last tremors of his release subside, you pull back, releasing his cock from the confines of your mouth with a soft, wet pop. Your lips feel swollen, tender from the friction of his cock against them, and there's a flush of satisfaction coloring your cheeks. You look up at him, your eyes wide and questioning, and your chest heaving.

You're still reeling from the intensity of the experience when Morpheus swiftly lifts you to your feet, his hands gripping your waist with an urgency that takes your breath away. Before you can even process what's happening, you're crushed against his chest, his lips crashing into yours with a desperation that borders on savagery. His tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every crevice, tasting every inch, including the lingering traces of his seed. He certainly doesn't care, you are simply too irresistible!

The kiss is a brand, a searing promise of passion yet to come. You can feel his cock, once again semi-hard, pressing against the satin stardust frills of your negligee. The taste of him, salty and potent, mingles with your own saliva as his tongue duels with yours, and you find yourself responding with a fervor that surprises you. You're kissing him back with everything you have, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as you struggle to pull him even closer.

His hands roam over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. They slip beneath the thin straps of your negligee, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine before dipping lower to cup your bottom. He pulls you against him, your bodies aligning in a way that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your backside, the slight sting of pain only serving to heighten your arousal. You're acutely aware of the moisture between your thighs, the damp fabric of your underwear a stark contrast to the cool air of the Dreaming.

Morpheus breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as you pants for breath. "You are exquisite," he murmurs, his voice a low groan. "I want to see all of you, to taste every inch of your beautiful body. I desire all of you. Will you give me the permission to love and adore your body in the manner you have just adorned mine?"

Your breath catches in your chest, a mixture of nerves and anticipation fluttering in your stomach as you realize it's your turn. Morpheus' gaze is heated, a palpable force that seems to see right through you, stripping away the layers of uncertainty and leaving behind nothing but raw desire.

"Y-yes," you say, your voice trembling slightly, but the word is clear, a beacon of consent shining brightly in the dimly lit room. "I want this, Morpheus. I want you."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, the sight of it making your heart skip a beat. "I knew you would be brave," he says, his hand reaching out to trace the neckline of your negligee, his fingertips lightly grazing the swell of your breasts.

With a flick of his wrist, Morpheus sends a cascade of shimmering sand spiraling into the air. It catches the dim light of the room, creating a spectacle of swirling stars and galaxies. The sand, imbued with his power, whispers over his skin, and in the blink of an eye, he stands before you, completely, gloriously naked.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes going wide as you take in the sight of him. His body is a masterpiece, all lean muscle and alabaster skin. His cock, still semi-hard from your ministrations, rests against the curve of his hip, a silent promise of pleasures yet to come. He speaks before you have a chance to fully appreciate how beautiful his. body.

"I will savor every moment, every touch, every taste." Morpheus murmurs to you, reaching for your body. The feel of Morpheus' hands on your skin sends shivers cascading down your spine. His touch is light, almost teasing, as he traces the contours of your body through the thin fabric of your negligee. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you, a tangible presence that makes your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low, sensual purr that seems to resonate within the very core of your being. His fingers hook into the thin straps of your negligee, slowly drawing them down your arms. The cool air of the Dreaming kisses your heated skin, causing a cascade of goosebumps to rise in the wake of his touch.

The negligee pools at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but the skimpy lace underwear he put you in. The skimpy soaked lace underwear. You feel vulnerable, exposed, but the raw hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you takes your breath away.

As you stand there, stripped of your negligee, your heart pounds in your chest, a staccato rhythm that echoes the thrum of desire pulsing through your veins. Morpheus' gaze is fixated on your heaving breasts, his eyes dark with need as he reaches out to cup their weight in his hands.

His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he traces the curve of your breasts with his fingertips. You feel a flush of heat every place he touches, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. The pads of his fingers are rough against your smooth skin, a stark contrast that sends shivers of pleasure rippling through your body.

He runs his thumbs over your nipples, the lace of your underwear adding a layer of friction that makes you gasp. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pleasure that shoots straight to your cunt. Your nipples harden under his touch, the sensitive buds aching for more.

"You are so responsive," Morpheus murmurs, his voice a low, sensual whisper that fans the flames of your desire. He continues to tease your nipples, his fingers rolling and pinching the taut peaks, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You can't help but arch your back, pressing yourself further into his hands. The sensation of his fingers on your nipples is both overwhelming and intoxicating, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you panting with need.

Morpheus lowers his head, his tongue tracing the path his fingers have just taken. The combination of the cool air and the heat of his mouth causes your nipples to tighten even further. He takes one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

The sensation is almost too much to bear. You cry out, your hands fisting in his hair as you hold him to your breast. His mouth is hot and wet, the suction of his lips causing a throbbing ache between your thighs.

He switches his attention to your other breast, lavishing the neglected nipple with the same treatment. You can feel the wetness seeping from your count, the fabric of your underwear practically dripping.

Morpheus releases your nipple with a soft pop, his gaze meeting yours as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. "I want to see all of you," he says, his voice a low, commanding growl. "I want to explore every inch of your body. I want to learn what brings you pleasure, to hear the sounds you make when you're aroused, when you're on the brink of release."

His words are a potent aphrodisiac, a promise of pleasures yet to come. You feel yourself growing even wetter, the damp fabric of your underwear clinging to your sensitive flesh. Morpheus' hands slide around to cup your bottom, his fingers slipping beneath the thin lace to grip the soft, round globes. He pulls you against him, the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach, his seed smears against your flesh and you whine when the member twitches and throbs in a way that makes your body ache.

"I wish to taste you," he continues, his eyes darkening with need. "I want to feel your thighs trembling around my head as I tongue your sweet cunt. Will you let me taste you, beloved?"

The explicitness of his words makes you squeeze your thighs together as electric pleasure throbs. You've never heard anyone speak to you like this, with such raw, unfiltered desire.

"Please," your voice is almost indiscernible in the quiet of the room, but to Morpheus is it clear as a symphony.

He guides you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You sit down heavily, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you watch him kneel before you. His hands are on your thighs, gently pushing them apart, and you can't help but resist slightly, a mixture of nerves and self-consciousness making you hesitate.

"Relax," he soothes, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the insides of your thighs. "Let me pleasure you, beloved. I promise, you will enjoy this."

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax under his gentle touch. His hands slide higher, hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls them down your legs, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he's unwrapping a long-anticipated gift.

The lace underwear joins the negligee on the floor, leaving you completely bare to his gaze. You feel your face flushing with heat, the warmth of your embarrassment spreading to the rest of your body. But then he looks up at you, his eyes filled with such raw, unadulterated desire that it robs you of your breath.

"You are cruelly beautiful, beloved" he murmurs, his voice a low, reverent whisper. "Every part of you is perfection."

His gaze fixated on the apex of your thighs now. His hands, cool and sure, grip your thighs, his thumbs stroking small circles on your sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Relax, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a soothing the knot of nervous anticipation in your stomach. "Let me show you how exquisite pleasure can be."

His words wash over you, a promise of delights yet to come. You feel your body relaxing under his touch, the tension in your muscles easing as you surrender yourself to his capable hands.

Slowly, almost reverently, he leans forward, his breath a warm, damp whisper against your inner thigh. You feel the soft, wet heat of his tongue as he drags it up the length of your thigh, the sensation both ticklish and arousing.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he continues his slow ascent, each swipe of his tongue bringing him closer to your most intimate place. You can feel the wetness seeping from your cunt, shameless desire for him.

His hands slide beneath your bottom, lifting you slightly, giving him better access to the part of you that aches for his touch. You gasp as he blows a stream of cool air over your heated flesh, the sensation making your hips buck involuntarily.

"Please," you whimper, your hands fisting in the silken sheets beneath you, your body writhing with need. "Morpheus, I need..."

"Shh," he soothes, his thumbs gently parting your slick folds, revealing the delicate flesh beneath. "I know what you need, beloved. Let me give it to you."

The first touch of his tongue against your sensitive flesh is like a jolt of electricity. You cry out, your back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you. His tongue is soft and warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of his skin, and it moves with expert precision, tracing the contours of your cunt, exploring every dip and curve.

You can feel his lips closing around your clit, sucking gently, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. His fingers tighten on your hips, holding you in place as he continues to lavish attention on your throbbing sex.

With each stroke of his tongue, each gentle suck, you feel yourself being drawn closer to the edge of something monumental. Your body is coiled like a spring, each nerve ending alight with sensation, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo.

You're panting now, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you feel the orgasm building within you. It's a sensation unlike anything you've ever experienced, a wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

You can't hold back the sounds spilling from your lips, a symphony of gasps and moans punctuated by the wet sounds of Morpheus' mouth on your cunt. His tongue is a relentless invader, delving into your core, then flattening against your clit, each stroke sending you higher. The sensation of his hair brushing against your inner thighs adds another layer of texture to the experience, a soft contrast to the firm, insistent pressure of his tongue.

The pleasure is intense, almost overwhelming, and your body moves of its own accord, your hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the relentless rhythm he sets. Your thighs squeeze around his head, the muscles trembling as you teeter on the edge of release. Your fingers tangle in his hair, the silken strands slipping through your fingers as you hold him to you, wordlessly begging for more.

The feel of his lips, his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs is almost too much to bear. You're lost in a sea of sensation, each touch, each caress, each kiss sending you spiraling closer to the precipice. The scent of your arousal fills the room, a heady, intoxicating perfume that mingles with the musk of Morpheus' skin.

You're vaguely aware of the cool air of the Dreaming whispering over your heated flesh, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from between your legs. Your nipples are hard peaks, aching for attention, and you can feel the cool dampness of your own sweat between your breasts.

The tension builds within you, winding tighter and tighter, a coil about to snap. Your breathing is ragged, each breath a desperate gasp for air as the world narrows to the single point of contact between Morpheus' mouth and your cunt.

And then, with a final flick of his tongue, the unbearable tension snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, your body convulsing as you cry out Morpheus' name, your voice echoing off the stone walls of the palace. The orgasm is all-consuming, a blinding, brilliant explosion of sensation that leaves you shaking and spent in its wake.

Morpheus continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out the aftershocks until you're a quivering, gasping mess beneath him. Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes at you, a possessive, predatory look that sends another shiver of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to recede, you find yourself lying boneless and panting on the bed, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your release. Morpheus gazes at you, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, clearly pleased with the effect he's had on you.

But the night is far from over. He turns his head, his hair brushing against your sensitive inner thighs, and presses his lips against your trembling thigh.

Morpheus crawls up your body, his movements slow and deliberate, almost predatory. His skin is cool against yours, a stark contrast to the heat that's still radiating from your flushed cheeks. He pauses to nip at your lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh in a way that makes you squirm with arousal.

You can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your thigh, fully erect and throbbing. You are only a little frightened of it entering your body now, your lower half still thoroughly buzzing with pleasure.

The weight of Morpheus' body presses you into the soft mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from your skin. His lips trail a path of fire from your hip to your breast, each kiss, each nip of his teeth sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. You squirm beneath him, your body hypersensitive to his touch, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

His fingers trace the contours of your body, exploring every dip and curve with a reverence that leaves you breathless. You can feel the wetness of your release still slick on your thighs, a tangible reminder of the pleasure he's already given you.

Morpheus' hand drifts lower, his fingers skimming over your sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from you as they glide over your swollen clit. You can't help but buck your hips, a desperate attempt to increase the pressure, to chase the sensation that's already building within you once again.

"Patience, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble against your skin. His fingers continue their torturous exploration, dipping into your slick folds, teasing the entrance to your cunt.

You can't help but whimper, your body arching off the bed as he slowly pushes one long finger inside you. The feeling is strange, a sensation of fullness that borders on discomfort, but also incredibly arousing. Your inner walls clench around the invading digit, the sensation making you moan his name.

Morpheus adds another finger, stretching you, preparing you for his cock. The feeling is intense, almost too much to bear, but his lips on yours, his tongue mimicking the motion of his fingers, keeps you grounded, keeps you distracted.

Morpheus' fingers slide deeper inside you, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that makes you whimper and wince. His eyes never leave yours, those distant stars in their depths offering comfort even as his touch ignites new sensations. The stretch is unfamiliar, almost overwhelming, but the way he moves, so sure and deliberate, keeps you grounded.

"Relax," his voice whispers like a soothing balm over your skin. "Let yourself feel."

You try to relax, taking deep breaths as his fingers explore you. The feeling of fullness intensifies as he curls his fingers inside you, brushing against a spot that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Your hips jerk involuntarily, a gasp escaping your lips.

"That's it," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "Let yourself go."

Your body starts to respond to the rhythm he's setting, the initial discomfort melting into something new and intoxicating. His fingers move with precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating through your cunt. You can't help the moans spilling from your lips, each sound echoing in the vast chamber.

His other hand caresses your thigh, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. You feel every brush of his skin against yours, every slight movement magnified in your heightened state. The coolness of his touch contrasts sharply with the intense heat burning between your legs.

"Do you feel that?" His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through your entire being.

You nod, unable to form words as his fingers continue their relentless exploration. Each twist and curl sends you spiraling further into bliss, making you arch off the bed. The tension builds again within you, tighter and more insistent than before.

Morpheus watches you closely, gauging your reactions with each movement. He adds a third finger, stretching you even more. You wince at the sensation but find yourself craving it all the same. The pressure is intense but not unbearable; it feels like you're on the edge of something monumental.

"You're doing so well," he praises softly, pressing kisses along your collarbone.

The combination of his words and actions pushes you closer to the brink. Your breaths come in ragged gasps as he increases the pace, fingers pumping in and out with steady precision. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, centering around that spot inside you that makes everything else fade away.

You cling to him, hands grasping at his shoulders as if he were the only solid thing in an ever-shifting world. The sensations build until they're all-consuming, leaving you trembling under his expert touch.

When his fingers withdraw, leaving you feeling empty and needy, you nearly wail at him. But you hold that in and whimper at the loss instead, your body still pulsing with the echoes of pleasure, aching for more. Morpheus gazes down at you, his eyes dark with desire, the stars within them swirling with lust.

"I want you to feel me, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr that resonates deep within your core. "I want to feel your cunt grip my cock as you come undone."

Your heart races at his words, a shudder of anticipation mixed with a thread of fear. You're acutely aware of the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, and you can't help but tense in anticipation of the pain you've heard comes with the loss of one's virginity.

Morpheus seems to sense your apprehension. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle, soothing. "I will be careful with you, beloved," he promises, his words a vow whispered against your skin. "I promise I will be gentle."

He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against your slick folds. You feel a momentary resistance as he begins to push inside you, a stretching sensation that borders on discomfort. You sharply inhale, your body tensing reflexively at the intrusion.

"Relax, beloved," Morpheus coaxes, his attempting to soothe your nervousness. "Let me in."

His words are a gentle command, one that you try to obey. You focus on the sensation of his hands on your skin, the coolness of his touch a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your core. You take a deep breath, letting it out in a slow, steadying stream as you will your muscles to relax.

With a patience that seems almost inhuman, Morpheus begins to push forward once more, the head of his cock breaching your entrance. There's a moment of resistance, a dull, burning pain that manages to steal your breath and makes your eyes water. You can't help the whimper that escapes your lips, your hands fisting in the silken sheets beneath you.

"I'm sorry, beloved," Morpheus whispers, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. "This will only hurt for a moment."

The pain is dull but intense, a sharp contrast to the pleasure that came before. You feel a sudden wetness, a warm trickle between your thighs, and you realize with a mixture of horror and embarrassment that you're bleeding. The realization brings a fresh wave of panic, but before you can voice your concerns, Morpheus captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips as he slowly, inexorably, pushes deeper inside you.

The pain begins to ebb, replaced by a new sensation as Morpheus begins to move within you. Each gentle thrust of his hips sends a jolt of pleasure mixed with discomfort coursing through your body. You can feel the stretch of your virgin flesh around his cock, a sensation that's both overwhelming and intoxicating.

Your body begins to adjust to the intrusion, the initial discomfort fading into something more bearable, something that borders on pleasure. You can feel the slickness of your arousal mixing with the evidence of your lost innocence, a tangible sign of the intimacy you're sharing with Morpheus.

The rhythm he sets remains slow and gentle, each thrust designed to minimize your discomfort. His hands roam over your body, touching, caressing, exploring every inch of your skin. His lips find yours once more, his kisses a sweet distraction from the unfamiliar sensation of his cock moving within you. Pushing at your clenching walls, searching for places of pleasure.

The pleasure begins to build again, a slow, steady burn that starts in your core and radiates outward, encompassing every nerve ending in your body. You can feel the tension building within you, a coil about to snap as Morpheus continues to thrust into you, his movements measured and deliberate.

You're lost in a sea of sensation, each stroke of his cock sending you spiraling closer to the edge of something monumental. Your breaths come in short, ragged gasps, each one punctuated by the wet sounds of your bodies moving together.

The pleasure peaks, a wave of sensation that crashes over you with the force of a tidal wave. You cry out, your body convulsing around Morpheus' cock as you come harder than you ever thought possible. The sensation of his release inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you, sends another wave of pleasure coursing through your body, drawing out your orgasm until you're a quivering, gasping mess beneath him.

Morpheus stills within you, his body rigid from his release. You can feel the pulsing of his cock inside you, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your inner walls clench around him. He collapses on top of you, his body a welcome weight that presses you into the soft mattress.

As the euphoria of your shared climax begins to ebb, the discomfort between your legs makes itself known once again. Your body feels tender and raw, a stark reminder of the new boundaries you've crossed together. But any thoughts of pain are quickly pushed aside as Morpheus' lips return to yours, his kiss possessive and demanding, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours.

His taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of the incense that burns perpetually in his palace and the unique flavor that is inherently him. You lose yourself in the kiss, your hands roaming over the contours of his back, tracing the lines of muscle and sinew beneath his cool, silken skin.

Even as you kiss, you can feel him stirring within you once more, his cock hardening, readying itself for another round of lovemaking. The sensation intimidating, the knowledge that he desires you this much, that he can't get enough of you.

Morpheus breaks the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin where your pulse flutters like the wings of a trapped butterfly. His breath is a cool whisper against your fevered skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"Again, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr that draws out that arousing flame. "We have all night, and I intend to make the most of it."

Date Published: 2/10/24

Last Edit: 2/10/24

Morpheus Masterlist

12 Days of Smutmas 2024 Masterlist

[blamemma]

I'm sick of dirlies on twitter constantly bullying Daniel and mocking him for not doing what they want. They constantly moan about him when they should just shut up and move on and not be fans of him anymore.

idk man sometimes i feel like i'm beating a dead fucking horse, but you do choose what u see on the internet. log off of twitter, unfollow people, block people, etc etc. i get it. i get both sides. i firmly sit on the daniel please make a phone call get in a car do something side. so firmly on that side. i miss that part of him. playing hide and seek of tryna find fan photos of him is fine for a month or two in winter break, but this permanently. can't and won't do it. i need those smile lines in HD. i need a shot of his beard so close up in 4k i'm analysing it for grey hairs. i simply do not think people are evil for wanting that back. i dont think people are wrong for expressing they want some semblance of racer daniel back. as for many people, that is who they fell in love with. its a weird time being a daniel fan, and i do think some people sit more firmly, and are more direct with how they feel than others. for me, daniel's never going to see what we all say lbr. he's drinking beers on his farm, eating brunch and riding dirtbikes. i'm pretty sure he doesn't run any of his own social media at the moment. he's not gunna see if anyones having a bitch really. i think if we get to the point where we're like "you can't say this, you can't say that blah blah blah etc etc." then we're just out here running a cult. i dont agree with everyone, i dont agree with all the opinions on daniel some people have, but i personally feel i try and act with empathy most of the time. he's an unemployed loser, but he's my unemployed loser ya know. i think a lot of people, myself included are struggling to define what they are a fan of now. made it pretty fucking clear over the years i dont love enchante, and a wine drop is great and fun and we'll get some nice pics from it, but that's nothing to be a "fan" of. if daniel doesn't do anyythingggg, whether that be sport related or commercial related, will i still be here in a few months time....i doubt it to be honest. because what is there to support? i get peoples confusion, i get peoples anger, that was me at one point, i was so fucking angry, somedays i still am but thankfully i've got wonderful friends who will let me right 10,000 essays in their messages of me ranting. i just dont think we get anywhere by being mean to people. idkidkidk

[zukosdualdao]

i lost a friend, i lost a friend, i lost my mind

[dykedvonte]

I think about the fact Anya locking herself in the infirmary with Curly to kill herself and how it is in way reclaiming a space that was initially hers from Jimmy.

Not to mention how she must've been aware of Jimmy's obsession with Curly and the idea that he would lose his power over the both of them (based on the fact she likely thought they would never get the door open) and having to face the responsibility of two deaths being on his hands as acting captain.

It was her final act of agency stuck on that ship with her abuser and it says something that she chose to die next to Curly, despite his inaction, leaned against him as if they were just in a casual conversation before her death. Despite everything, Anya made the final decision on her own terms and it speaks volumes considering her treatment and demeanor up until that point.

[bumblingbabooshka]

When the only person who might understand what happened- understand. Not sympathize or empathize or comfort you but understand what happened, isn't there anymore. Or: 'A Man Made Me Do Something I Didn't Want To', for when you can't talk about it or look it in the eye [Patreon | Commissions]

[so-called-quail]

'Trapped in the end!' said Sam bitterly, his anger rising again above weariness and despair. 'Gnats in a net. May the curse of Faramir bite that Gollum and bite him quick!' 'That would not help us now,' said Frodo.

Sword in hand Sam went after him. For the moment he had forgotten everything else but the red fury in his brain and the desire to kill Gollum. But before he could overtake him, Gollum was gone. Then as the dark hole stood before him and the stench came out to meet him, like a clap of thunder the thought of Frodo and the monster smote upon Sam's mind.

Now he tried to find strength to tear himself away and go on a lonely journey – for vengeance. If once he could go, his anger would bear him down all the roads of the world, pursuing, until he had him at last: Gollum. Then Gollum would die in a corner. But that was not what he had set out to do. It would not be worth while to leave his master for that. It would not bring him back. Nothing would.

Sam and vengeance in today's entry

[looselipssinkships-x]

prehiatus pete looks a lot like my cousin did when we were like 18-20

my cousin has since come out as nonbinary and started hrt

[saltedsolenoid]

nothing of any significance but I had been looking for yr artfight like a week ago (had found it like... last year ? But didnt bookmark or anythubg like a DIPSHIT!!!) and was trying every combination of poisonous berries under the sun. Eventually got to blueberries but gave up before actually finding it . I do not know how to spell poisonous (solved via a quick search) nor did I know what the plural of "blueberry" was. Dead set on spelling it blueberrys. Like an idiot. Anyway I don't know how I planned on ending this ask what if I start it again. Hi sydnay twigehr arcademeptne live in your inbox wirh another ask for you today we're asking

o, the curse of artfight remains eternal 😔