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solitaryearthperson · 1 year ago

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Cross My Heart

Summary: Interrupting your dream, you wonder why Desire doesn’t want you around their brother.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The dream you were having was quite nice. Well not exactly a dream-dream, but more like a peaceful and interesting conversation that you were having with Desire’s brother, Dream. You were sitting at a table in his library, drinking tea and discussing current events with Dream and Lucienne. You rarely ever got to visit and talk with your partner’s siblings, and the few times you did, it was mostly with Death and Despair. Any time Desire and Dream were in a room with each other for more than a minute it always turned ugly (usually because of your beautiful partner and their antics) so you tried to spend some time with Dream in a place where you knew that Desire would rarely ever want to visit, the Dreaming.

“You mortals have barely changed over the years,” Dream commented, amused at your stories.

“Nah, we haven’t,” you replied, chuckling, “I can’t imagine the things you’ve seen people dream of.”

“Mortals are quite...” he looked like he was trying not to laugh at the images coming to his head, “creative when it comes to your dreams. A very specific type of dreams.”

“On behalf of all mortals, I am so sorry for the things you’ve seen.”

He was about to reply when suddenly a shadow came over the library for a brief second and passed. When it did, Dream and Lucienne both shared a knowing look with each other, before turning to you, who was clueless.

“What was that?” You asked, looking up to the ceiling and to the windows, searching for where the shadow had come from.

“It’s time for you to wake up,” Lucienne answered.

“Okay, but what was that? That shadow just now?” you asked again, looking at them both.

They both shared the same look again and you wondered what it was that they were saying to each other.

“You must wake up, (Y/N),” Dream told you, standing up from his chair. He was about to turn and leave when suddenly the shadow came over the library again and passed quickly. When it left, he turned back to you and said politely, “We will see each other again, (Y/N). But now you must wake up.”

“Wait,” you said standing up from the table. “What’s that shadow? That’s never happened before when I needed to wake up.”

A sigh left Lucienne’s mouth at your insistence and she turned to Dream with a look that said that she wanted to answer you, but was not sure if she was allowed to.

“Well?”

The next sigh that you heard came from Dream before he finally answered, “It is Desire.”

“Desire,” you replied, wondering how the shadow was them.

“They know that we are talking to each other and wants your attention.”

Oh, D, you thought, rolling your eyes. You hoped you would be able to someday hang out with them, Dream, Death, and the rest of their siblings in the same room without any problems.

“I’m sorry,” you told them, feeling your body become light and your consciousness beginning to leave the Dreaming and going back to your body.

“It’s alright,” Dream told you, a small smile on his face and his voice echoing in your head as everything around you went dark.

“Hmmm,” you heard humming from behind you as you opened your eyes. Turning over you looked up to see your partner, Desire, sitting up against your headboard. They were humming while reading one of your books, their golden eyes running across the pages quickly. The sight was strange to see.

“You’re reading,” you pointed out, your voice slightly scratchy from sleep.

“Yes, I am,” they said, not taking their eyes off of the book.

“You read,” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow, glancing at the book to see it was one of your favorite graphic novels, Uzumaki.

“Yes, I do,” they replied, amused at your observation. “Did you think Dream was the only one of us who reads?”

“No, I just never seen you read before.”

“Mmm” was their reply as they turned a page. “I don’t see a reason to have some humongous library like my brother. But I do read. Mostly things made for beings like myself, but every now and then a book made by mortals would grab my attention.”

“Oh,” you said, pushing up from your elbow and sitting up against the headboard next to them, laying your head gently upon their shoulder. “You’re a hot nerd.”

“Shut up,” you heard them reply and glanced at their face to see them grinning. You looked down to see them turning the page to the part in the book where the doctor has sewn the mother’s stomach back up with her baby inside, the black and white image not scaring you the same way that it used to. “I truly don’t understand humans’ obsession with bodily horrors. Lust, anger, dreams, death, I get, but horror is strange.”

“I don’t get your obsession with keeping me from hanging out with a specific sibling of yours,” you told them.

At that they chuckled, but you could see that there was no amusement behind it. “It’s not an obsession. I just don’t like you around him too long.”

“Why,” you asked.

They were quiet for a little while, their eyes still looking down at your book, but you knew that they were no longer reading it. When they finally did speak, the usual teasing and playfulness in their voice was gone and was more serious, a rare thing for Desire to be.

“Dream thinks he’s better than me,...that he’s more important...”

You wanted to let them know that that wasn’t true, but you chose to let them continue.

“I don’t want him poisoning your poor mind about me or Despair.”

“Poisoning my mind,” you questioned.

You knew that Desire has done some unsavory things in the past. Particularly to their brother. Until now you never knew the reason why they loved to pick and argue with Dream, doing things just to get under his skin. At first you thought it was normal sibling rivalry, but the more you listened to what they’ve done, the more you wondered what the deal was between the two Endlesses were. Until now.

“Dream thinks he’s better than me,...that he’s more important...”

Why would they think that? The few times that you sat and talked with Dream, you never got the vibe that he thought he was better than Desire. Constantly pissed at them, yeah, but better? Never.

“I don’t want him poisoning your poor mind”

Why would they think he could “poison” my mind?

“D,” you said, catching their attention with your nickname for them.

They looked up from the book and turned to face you, and you could see that despite the always gorgeous, playful yet mysteriousness of their face, never truly showing what they were feeling, their eyes always gave their true emotions away and you could clearly see something you’d never thought you’d ever see in Desire’s eyes. Insecurity.

“I don’t know why you think that Dream thinks he’s better than you, but I promise you, Dream could never ever turn me against you. No one could.”

They let a smile grace their lips and quickly pressed their forehead against yours, your noses almost touching each other. “Do you really promise?”

“I do. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Smiling back at them, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon their lips, enjoying the feeling of being in their presence and having their body so close to yours. When you tried to pull away, in true Desire fashion, they leaned forward and chased your lips, turning the innocent, gentle kiss into something more sensual, but you didn’t care, knowing that you were going to keep your promise and never turn against them.

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artemiseamoon · 2 years ago

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Arte’s Writer Wednesday entries | Updated list

A03: Artemiseamoon

Works prior to 8.23.22 ⬅️

Works after 8.23.22 listed below.

Snippets will be shared on tumblr, follow A03 link for the full work 💕

7. Neptunium pt 2 | pt 3 | Vampire John Wick x f reader/ or oc | (snippet)| A03 link ✔️

8. Desire | drabble | Desire of the endless x GN reader | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️

9. The Wedding Date | oneshot | Santi x ofc (TF) | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️

10. Love you, endlessly | oneshot| Ezra x ofc (Prospect) | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️

Feels like home | drabble within an existing universe | Jon Bernthal as Blake | (snippet) | A03 link - up next

Midnight storm | preview of one shot | Arte original with some familiar faces | tumblr preview | A03 link

Upcoming

Steve Murphy x wife reader for week 24

TF guys, Rick flag, f reader for week 22

Jax Teller x black tattoo artist f reader for week 21

Sierra Six week 19

#artes writer Wednesday works #updated list #a03 fics #multi fandom #artes moodboards #black academia

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ughdontbeboring · 3 years ago

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LADY

SOFT-ISH! August Walker x WoC reader

Reader has to remind August of a few things.

Warnings: hm, implied smut, cursing, implied violence (I mean come on it’s August lol)

Notes: Reader dress and hair piece is like pictured below. This just a little something something and was all inspired by my favorite puffy dress (in photo). Also I will work on finishing my other August wip this weekend 😩 I will I will I will.

Do not re post my works anywhere! BUT PLEASE do like,love,reblog and comment if you fucks with it!

The heat warmed her sun kissed skin as she ran her finger tips over the lavender patch in front of her, the smell of the ocean breeze and citrus from the lemon trees that covered the canopy filling her lungs with a freshness and ease she hadn’t felt in in a while, the purple and yellows vibrant against green court yard. The south of Italy was a dream during summer, especially the iconic Amalfi coast. The familiar colorful cliff side homes against the endless blue ocean that stretched into the horizon a perfect picture.

“Look at you, you look like a lady”

A deep voice rumbled from a short distance behind her, the only thing that could tear her away from her the view in front of her.

“Hmm we have a problem then don’t we?” She murmured as she slowly turned around.

August watched her as she stood not to far in front of him, her short puffy dress the epitome of femininity. The swell of her full breast, thick thighs and high strappy white heels adding the sexual flare to her innocent dress.

“And why is that Angel?”

“Because I don’t want you to fuck me like I’m a lady” she replied as she bit her lip.

August eyes danced with mirth and desire while his lips twitched into a slight smirk.

“Hmmmm” he rumbled thoughtfully “We may be able to do something about that”.

His body was starting to stir with yearning as she chuckled, her smile blinding and drowning out the ocean.

“Well I know what I’m going to do about it” she spoke matter of factly.

Within seconds one hand swiftly and discretely roams under the hem of her dress and hooks the bands of her thong, August watches as she squats down while pulling her panties down in the court yard of people passing aimlessly past. Anyone who truly wasn’t paying attention would see someone who looked like they may be tying a shoelace or picking something off the floor. She stands up slowly while running her hands up her legs. It’s then august notices the the silky thong that lay at her ankles.

A growl rumbles in August chest and even with the short distance between them she can still hear it loud and clear.

“So maybe I should remind you Sir, I may look like a lady but I am no such thing” she confessed as she stood there with her panties at her feet.

August felt moments away from fucking her in front of all these people, his exhibition kink at full force, the need to spilt her tight pussy open on his cock a urge he didn’t think he could fight at the moment, the world could be burning right now and August would stop to bury himself deep inside of her.

Then she stepped out of the panties and leaned forward, legs straight as she bent at her hips to pick up the string she called panties. August picked up the movement behind her, his sharp eyes caught the man as he glanced at her, his eyes slightly bulging. He must have felt the August because his eyes quickly snapped up to his.

Rage boiled in August body knowing the man most likely got a glimpse of his princesses sweet probably wet cunt. He swore his shirt was starting to shrink as his body buzzed, he should kill him.

Her cunt tingled at the the heat that radiated off him, the desire and then the rage in his eyes as he stared the man down, causing her stomach to flip uncontrollably as she slowly neared him.

She could hear the man shuffle behind her as if he tripped. She didn’t blame him, the way August was glaring she surprised the man had run off at a full sprint.

She pushed closer to August, and tsked at him to get his attention. His eyes instantly tore away from the man and were on her within a breathe. He watched as she stuffed her panties in the pocket of his linen shirt that laid on his chest.

“Hey, save that energy for me”

FUCK, His cock was growing harder at the thought alone, her wanting all that rough and brutal energy that was coursing through him, mixing with his desire. He wasn’t surprised he knew how she liked to be fucked, but it was something about her redirecting his energy that was making him impossibly hard.

“I’ll be waiting for you”

“Waiting?” He asked without missing a beat. She chuckled at his confusing, August was hardly ever confused.

“Yes, I’ll be in the suite freshening up while you grab some strawberries and my favorite champagne”

He smirk as he shook his head in understanding before she leaned up to kiss him passionately. She pulled back as her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, the hair of his beard ticking her hand as they were both caught in the emotions of each other eyes. August could feel the coolness from the jewelry adorning her hand, it burned him with a certain possessiveness.

“See you in a few Husband” she whispered as watched the emotions change in his stormy blue eyes.

August watched her walk away with her short dress swaying as his stomach felt funny in that good way only she can make happen, his whole being feeling light at the term that was now a fact. Husband, not just a husband to anyone but HER husband.

😩

Can I have hubby August in southern Italy during summer, eatin pasta and pizza none stop, wearing pretty dressss and getting fuckingg railed constantly?!

#AUGUST WALKER #AUGUST WALKER X READER #AUGUST WALKER X YOU #AUGUST WALKER X YN #HENRY CAVILL #HENRY CAVILL FANFIC #AUGUST WALKER FANFIC #AUGUST WALKER FIC #HENRY CAVILL X READER #AUSGUT X YOU #AUGUST X READER #FANFIC #UGHWRITES #UGHAUGUST

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lady-thor-foster · 4 years ago

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Say Okay // Thor x Reader (Roommate AU) P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Warning: No powers, smut, langauge, feelios. We all know what you’re here for :D

Summary: It’s been so long since someone’s made you feel wanted, cherished and loved. It’s been even longer since you’ve gotten lucky! What happens when you discover your roommate a wants to give you all of the above?

Inspiration: “Say Okay” – Vanessa Hudgens

“When you call, I don’t know, If I should pick up the phone, every time… I’m not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I’m so shy But I don’t wanna be into you, If you don’t treat me the right way. See I can only start seeing you If you can make my heart feel safe...”

How many years has it been since you felt the touch of a lover?

Fuck if you knew. You were content with your toys and fanfic, you told yourself. (That’s a lie, but we’re not talking about that right now). You’re not one of those people who needs to be in a relationship to feel happy. You were completely happy by yourself! (This is only half a lie, that counts, right?)

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that you have a blonde god for a roommate, and he is no stranger to hot people sharing his bed. Human or not, Thor is just not of this world. It’s obvious at this point the universe is mocking just how empty it is on the other side of your bed.

Groaning, you stuffed your face into a pillow and tried very hard not to replay the sounds of the intense sex going on at the end of the hall. No, you’re not jealous at all, you told yourself. You totally didn’t mind hearing the couple he brought home moaning in ecstasy for the last 4 hours. (This is absolutely another lie).

How much stamina does Thor have anyway?? How is a marathon for 4 hours actually possible???? Did they stop for drinks?? Shaking the nearly endless stream of thoughts from your head, you chastised yourself for being so nosy. Thor’s a grown man, he’s welcome to fuck who he likes. (And he does, frequently and several times a night…). Gods, you really need to get laid.

“That’s it! No more feeling sorry for yourself [Y/N],” you proclaimed, “We are going out with the girls tonight and we are getting fucked!”

A loud snort followed by a crash and a yelp sounded on the other side of your bedroom door. Blood suddenly drained from your face as you realized your apartment had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Oh no. He didn’t hear that…did he?

Racing to the door, your heart thundered as you swung it open to reveal a still shirtless Norse man blushing visibly. Oh, fuck. A broken vase was littered around his bare feet, clearly knocked from the table; he grinned at you sheepishly. Can the ground open and just swallow you whole, right now? That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

“I’ll clean it up?” he said, still looking as embarrassed as you. Taking a deep breath, you decided you’re both adults, there’s no reason this needs to be awkward. (Too late). There’s only one of the most attractive people standing shirtless and barefoot in front of—BAREFOOT!

“Don’t move!” you shouted, startling you both, “there’s broken pieces everywhere and you’re not wearing any shoes!" Thor glanced down and you swore his ears turned an even brighter shade of red. Slipping on your sneakers, you carefully tip toed around what was left of the ceramic vase and worked really hard not to look your roommate in the eye. Once you were clear of the debris, you dashed quickly to the kitchen, snagged the broom, his shoes, and headed back to the hallway. Thor just watched you with an amused expression when you walked towards him with outstretched arms.

“Chop chop, motherfucker,” you smirked, “it ain’t gonna clean itself.” He snorts again and takes the broom and shoes from you. After putting his shoes on, he begins to sweep up the debris. How is it possible that he even looks beautiful doing menial chores? You’re definitely not frumpy by any means but he is just unfairly gorgeous, and you still have no idea how he agreed to be your roommate.

“Having some trouble getting fucked, are you?” he asked. This is one of those times where you’re so glad to be blessed with dark coppery skin; no one can see you blush. You wouldn’t be bested by him, especially not tonight!

“I’ll have you know, I do perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just highly selective, that’s all,” you said with your chin held high. He narrowed his gaze at your bluff and decided to call it anyway.

“Really? Why is it we’ve been roommates for almost two years and I’ve never seen anyone in your bed that wasn’t Hilde, Gamora, or Clintasha?” Your eyes widened slightly at his observations. Damn, he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“Highly. Selective.”

“Right, and I’m Sif.”

“Highly. Selective. That’s all!” Thor shook his head at you and continued cleaning up. When his back was turned, you snuck into your bedroom and closed the door softly behind you. Now, back to your mission.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come out tonight, [Y/n]” Natasha said as she sipped her drink, “you don’t normally do this kind of thing.” There were three of you seated at at VIP table in a club that was simply called “Dongs”. Yes it was exactly that kind of club and yes you cringed every time you thought of where you were.

“I’m tired of having an empty bed,” you said simply. Natasha and Gamora nodded in understanding and gestured around the bar.

“Take your pick, I’m sure anyone of these people would be happy to warm your bed for the night.” Natasha was right. Ever since the two you set foot into the club you’d been getting sultry looks from the crowd. It made you feel good. It made you feel sexy.

“Wanna dance?” came a deep, velvety voice. You turned your head to find an exquisitely beautiful dark- skinned man with a smile as bright as the sun and thick locs that fell past his broad shoulders. Meeting his smile, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Glancing back at the girls they raised their glasses in approval and grinned wickedly. The gorgeous man pulled you close and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Heimdall,” he said. You didn’t know a name could sound so sexy falling from someone’s lips.

“[Y/n],” you responded, matching his energy. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and you shivered. The anticipation of his hands roaming your body sent goosebumps down your spine. The music changed to a slow song and Heimdall placed his hands respectfully on your hips, moving his in time with yours.

“Seems like I asked you to dance at the right time.”

“I think anytime dancing with you is the right time,” you replied. He chuckled again and pulled you flush against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat.

You didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but you couldn’t help it. The way his amber eyes looked at you made you feel oh so desired. You weren’t doing much more than swaying your hips together to the rhythm of the song but the heat in gaze made you burn. The scent of his cologne was making your head spin. You bit your lip and briefly wondered would it be like to kiss him. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your cheek. The sweetness behind the gentle gesture made you melt. Where has this man been your entire life?

“Is this okay?” he asked, the question reflecting in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, with a wide smile plastered on your face. He grinned back at you. Feeling bold, you stood on your tip toes and brushed a kiss to his full lips. He grunted in surprise.

“Is that okay?” you asked back. Instead of answering you verbally, he dipped his head and kissed you again, deeply. The feel of his mouth moving against yours was heaven. It had been so long since anyone kissed you like this that you couldn’t help but feel a little rusty. A trickle of insecurity set in and you pulled away.

“Too fast?” he questioned; his brow furrowed in worry. You shook your head and bit your lip nervously.

“It’s been a while,” you replied, ``I don’t normally do this.”

“That’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his warm hands up and down your arms, “we can just dance if you want.” And so you danced.

Turns out, Heimdall was quite the dancer. He shuffled, two stepped, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. It was the most fun you’d had in quite a while! Three hours later and you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted with a surprise!

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