#fanic ideas

[w1dowz-w3b]

Sooo, if I do end up writing eventually, I wanna know what y'all would prefer lol

[yourwitchjay]

guyssssssss the voices are telling me to rewatch brigerton and make a regency era nobleflower fic. please stop them I dont have the time

[honnelander]

go fish! finale part 1

here we are... the beginning of the end! crazy to say, even crazier to actually put in a post!! lol here is part 1 of the finale (sorry i'm splitting up the finale into parts but... it's going to be so massive i'd rather put something out there) thank you to everyone who has loved this story, supported it, and supported me. just know that i appreciate it all more than you know, and i hope that this delivers... sorry if i missed anyone who wanted to be tagged :(

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.3k

pairing: opla!sanji x reader

summary: things are finally coming to a crux for Sanji and reader....

prequel part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 masterlist

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Sanji was getting desperate.  

The longer he went without telling you he loved you, that he was completely enamored with every part of your entire soul and being, that your existence gave him a reason to live and keep on breathing, the more he felt himself go absolutely insane.  

He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, sitting in front a mountain of presents but not being able to open them because it ‘wasn’t time to open them yet’, and that’s exactly how he felt with his situation with you: there was nothing more he wanted to do than to tell you he was in love with you, but he knew that it wasn’t the right time just yet. He didn’t want to just flat out say ‘I love you’ while you both were doing some rudimentary task or chore, or offhandedly one night while you both were doing the dishes after supper. He wanted something more than that, something special and extravagant.  

You were the love of his life, and you deserved everything under the sun and more, so he wanted to make this very intimate and private moment between you two as special as he could, and that required some serious planning and patience on his part.  

So, after his conversation with Nami a few days ago, her letting him vent out all of his frustrations and apprehensions he had with her, practicing saying those three special words numerous times so when the moment was right with you, they would just roll off the tongue, and some planning, he was ready to confess his feelings to you. 

But something was wrong.  

You were avoiding him and he had absolutely no idea why. 

At first, he thought he was imagining things, that it was all in his head, but he should’ve known something was up when you didn’t come to dinner the first night. 

Sanji had finished putting the last plate of food on the table, the rest of the crew already sitting down, ready to dig in, when he cast another glance at your empty spot at the table. It was weird, you were always the first one to show up to dinner too, always arriving early to lend him a helping hand or to help set up the table, and you were always the last one to leave, either due to being a slow eater or to help him clean up and do the dishes together. The unofficial dinner time routine you both shared was something he cherished and never took for granted; it was his favorite part of the day because he knew he always got to spend that time with you regardless of the day’s events. 

But that daily routine had been broken. That first night, which was coincidentally on the same day where he had his big talk with Nami, you were missing, and it didn’t sit right with him. 

“Where’s y/n?” He asked aloud to no one in particular, still standing, one hand on the back of his chair and a perplexed look on his face.  

“Oh, she’s not coming,” Luffy said casually as he started eating, like you missing dinner was a normal thing. 

It was, in fact, not normal. Not to Sanji. “What?” he asked, his eyes widening slightly. “Why? Is she ok?” he asked quickly, his mind starting to race at the idea that something was wrong with you. 

“I guess so,” Luffy said, shrugging. “She seemed fine to me.” 

Sanji exhaled a resigning sigh through his nose as he begrudgingly sat down. He didn’t really like Luffy’s answer, since the guy had a habit of missing important social nuances in conversations, but he had no choice. So, he ate his dinner halfheartedly, suddenly losing his appetite.  

After dinner, when he was cleaning up the kitchen solo, he made sure to put together a plate of leftovers for you and placed it in the oven so it would be warm for whenever you were ready to eat. 

But the next morning, when he checked the oven and saw the now overcooked and burnt plate of food still in there, untouched, Sanji felt his chest tighten... and not in a good way. Maybe you didn’t know the food was in there? 

So, when you didn’t show up to dinner on the second night, Sanji followed the same routine as he did the night before, but this time he left a note on the counter with your name on it, detailing instructions on how to reheat the food he had lovingly prepared for you so it wouldn’t burn just in case you were having a midnight meal.  

That following morning, he felt a bit better when he went into the kitchen, figuring that his plan worked, but when he saw his note in the exact same position where he had left it, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. His suspicions were confirmed when he opened the oven door and saw the now cold and ruined plate of leftovers just sitting there again, untouched, he let out a small breath of disbelief.  

He hated wasting food, it was one of his core principles as a person and a chef, but he hated the thought of you not eating even more. 

On the third night of you not showing up to dinner, Sanji had enough. 

“Alright, where is she?” he asked standing before the dinner table holding the main dish of the evening, not moving to put it down, his voice devoted of his usual good humor and pleasant attitude and replaced with a sterner tone, like a parent who’s had enough of their child’s antics and just wanted the truth. “Where’s y/n?” 

Unfortunately, Zoro was the one to speak up. “She’s fine.” 

Sanji scoffed, letting out a humorless, disbelieving breath as he shook his head once. He could barely believe what he was hearing- that you missing dinner more than once was anything but normal. “Oh, really, mosshead? ‘She’s fine’?” He looked back at the swordsman, an edge to his voice, sharp like one of his many kitchen knives, as he asked, “You think her missing dinner for three nights in a row is her ‘being fine’?” 

“Whoa, keep your pants on, waiter,” Zoro bit back. “I’m just telling you what she told me. What’s your problem?” 

“My problem,” the chef started, his voice rising slightly as his mouth twisted into a cynical smile, “is that y/n has missed dinner for three days now, and none of you seem to care.” 

“Hey, that’s not fair, we care!” Usopp said defensively. “But ever since she started writing her book, she’s been so busy-” 

In hearing that, Sanji immediately felt all of his anger and annoyance evaporate, instantly feeling empty, his insides turning into ice. He felt his body go rigid, feeling like he just got kicked in the stomach, the air knocked out of his lungs. A beat passed as he tried his hardest to control his face and contain his emotions. The last thing he wanted was the crew commenting on his body language, he was already dealing with enough. His hands gripped the dish in his hand harder, his knuckles going white. Sanji felt another wave of pain stab itself in his chest. He swallowed thickly, trying to push down his emotions as he slowly asked, “She’s... writing a book?” 

At once, the room became awkward as the rest of the straw hats exchanged looks with each other. It was pretty obvious to everyone that you and Sanji were close to (in love with) each other, so for you not to tell him something as monumental as this was incredibly weird and out of character. 

“Yeah, man...” Usopp answered slowly, shifting in his chair uncomfortably. “She started it a couple of days ago... she didn’t tell you?” he asked tentatively, looking up at the crestfallen cook.  

Sanji felt the knife in his chest twist at Usopp’s question as he looked down at the dinner plate in his hands, pursing his lips momentarily. “Uh... no. No, she, uh...didn’t.” He breathed out a light, dejected laugh, looking back up at the rest of the crew with a small, fake smile, trying to pretend that everything was alright and normal between you two, when it was far from it. “I guess she forgot to tell me.” 

But Zoro was never one to beat around the bush. “Or maybe she’s just avoiding you.” 

Immediately, the room became silent. It was like all the air got sucked out of the room and no one dared to say a thing. 

Well, except for Luffy. “What?” the straw-hat captain started, shaking his head once with a slight disbelieving smile. “What do you mean Zoro?” he asked as he looked to his left at his first mate. “Why would y/n be avoiding Sanji?” 

"Well,” Zoro started, picking up his drink. “It’s pretty obvious that those two are basically joined at the hip,” he said, taking a quick swing of his beer, “so it’s just weird that she wouldn’t tell him something like this.” 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s avoiding him exactly,” Nami reasoned on Sanji’s behalf, flashing a sympathetic look towards the chef before looking back at her green-haired crewmate. 

“Exactly,” the cook nearly ground out, an edge to his words as he continued, “you have no idea what you’re talking about mosshead.” 

But Zoro was unconvinced. “Oh yeah?” He turned his attention to Sanji and with a quirked brow asked, “When’s the last time you spoke to her?” When Sanji opened his mouth to reply, Zoro cut him off. “And I mean a real conversation. Something that lasted more than five seconds.” 

Sanji just stood there, closing his mouth as he felt the ice in his veins spread. He swallowed. “Thursday.” 

The swordsman tipped his beer towards him. “And today’s Sunday,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “That’s three whole days of her avoiding you.” 

“Ok but, why would y/n be avoiding Sanji?” Usopp asked, looking around at his fellow straw hats, his face twisted in confusion. When nearly all of them shrugged, he looked over at Sanji. “Did something happen between you two?” 

The former line cook shrugged, letting out a small breath of frustration and helplessness as he looked down at the full plate in his hands again, a sardonic smile on his face. Since when did his private relationship with you turn into an open aired discussion? “I don’t think that’s any of your business-” 

“Wait,” Zoro spoke up, cutting Sanji off. He looked at Usopp. “They were weird before. Remember that poker game the other day and she blew him off?” 

Immediately, Usopp’s eyes widened in remembrance as he snapped his fingers. “OH yeah! You’re right! Now that was weird.” 

“Now that I’m thinking about it all,” Zoro said, lifting his beer up to his mouth to hide his ghost of a smile. “I think this all started happening after that night at the bar.” 

“Yeahhhh,” Usopp drawled, nodding in agreement with Zoro’s assessment. “I think you’re onto something swordsman.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gaze looking off to the side like he was deep in thought. “I don’t remember much from that night, because you know, Captain Usopp likes to party, but weren’t they going to kiss or something?” 

Nami’s eyes widened as she shot daggers at the sharpshooter. “Usopp!” she hissed. 

But that did nothing to deter or shut this whole conversation down. Instead, Usopp’s brazen comment just fueled the discussion even more like striking a match and dropping into a bunch of dry kindling. 

Sanji felt his body stiffen. He suddenly felt like his soul was disassociating from his body as he watched and heard the crew continue to talk about the most intimate moment of his life in front of him like it was just another successful pirate raid or rescue attempt gone wrong. 

“Yeahhh,” Zoro agreed, nodding slightly as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I remember that,” he added before taking another swing of his drink. 

“Wait- what? Sanji and y/n kissed?” Luffy asked, his brows knitted together as he looked between his first mate and sharpshooter quizzically.  

“No, they didn’t,” Usopp replied. Suddenly, Usopp sat up, his eyes bright like he had just solved the world’s greatest mystery. “Unless,” he started, waggling a finger at Sanji. “Unless... you guys did kiss, never talked about it, and now it’s like- super weird between you two!” 

“Ah, that makes sense,” Zoro commented. 

“Guys,” Nami warned loudly. “Just drop it. You both have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

But before anyone could say anything else, Sanji slammed dropped the main dish for the evening in the middle of the table unceremoniously, with a lot more force than necessary, immediately silencing the table.  

“No, please continue,” Sanji bitterly encouraged as he straightened up and put his hands in his pockets, eyes trained at the table. “I would love for everyone to just- keep discussing a private relationship that has absolutely nothing to do with them, and to keep putting their two cents in.” When the table kept quiet, Sanji looked up, glancing at each of the members sitting there with eyes full of venom, daring them to say something else, but their eyes looked down or away from him in silent shame. Sanji scoffed. “Oh, what happened? Lost your nerve? Suddenly we’re all silent and have nothing to say?” 

Usopp shifted in his chair slightly as he tentatively looked over at the enraged chef, his voice somber. “Sanji, we didn’t-” 

But Sanji didn’t want to hear it. “Save it,” he spat, effectively silencing Usopp. “Enoy your fucking meal.” He shoved his chair into the table, causing everyone to flinch except for Zoro, rattling everything before making his way towards the deck to have a smoke. “And clean up everything yourselves tonight,” he called out as he pulled out his cigarette tin and lighter. “I’m done.”

[esteljune]

Kidnap [P x reader] short fic

This one was requested by @writing-fanics. I hope you like it, dear! I really had fun writing it :) Thank you so much for the request and for the wonderful scenario! TW: Kidnap, violence, blood

It happened suddenly. The crash of the heavy double wooden front door being smashed open exploded into the Hotel's daily silence without warning. After that, it was chaos.

You don't know if it was the adrenaline rush guiding your body, but for some curious reason, instead of seeking shelter with the others, you decide to face the aggressor. The aggressors, actually.

Four of them appeared among the splinters of wood that filled the air. Their faces covered by strange black rabbit masks. In other circumstances, you would have laughed at that bizarre clothing choice, but you know all too well who they are and how dangerous they can be.

In the devastation they began to create between the solid and secure walls of the Hotel Krat, you can't help but think how much you would have wanted him by your side. Yet, you wouldn't have let him down, not now that the last safe haven in the city, his haven, is threatened with destruction.

"Upstairs, quick!" you shout to the familiar figures already scrambling around the staircase, your heart beating too fast, clouding your vision and brain, so much so that you can't make them out clearly.

Before you can process a more lucid thought, you find yourself throwing everything you can find that is heavy and blunt at the invaders. You hear them laughing at you, crudely.

You know you can't harm even one of them, but anger doesn't allow you to back down. You stand at the foot of the grand staircase, you would like to appear impassive, but your legs are shaking.

"Get out of here," you hiss between your teeth, but they advance, slowly. They don't even deign to answer you. The fact that you can't read their expressions terrifies you.

In a last desperate attempt, you swing a poker in front of you, almost not even noticing the consequences. Something heavy and hard as a boulder hits you in the stomach, knocking the breath out of you. The taste of blood appears on your lips.

Before you can raise your face, another more jarring blow hits you in the cheek, its force flings you against the heavy wooden railing like a rag doll. Then darkness.

You regain consciousness intermittently, your vision blurred, your inert body does not respond to your commands. Only the pain makes you realize that you are still alive. From the sharp hurting in your scalp, you realize that they are dragging you out of the Hotel by your hair. You want to scream, scream his name, but your lips seem glued together.

They lift you clumsily as if someone had thrown you over their shoulder. From the pain, you understand that you must have a few broken ribs.

He'll find me. He'll find me. He'll find me. The thought reverberates in your brain in perfect synchronism to the heavy and painful beats of your heart. Your mind loses itself in the swinging, a dense film of pain and fatigue clouds your consciousness again.

You have no idea how much time has passed, or where you are at the moment when again a thud detonates in the stagnant air. Through your heavy eyelids you see what remains of an enormous gate torn from its hinges by an unknown force. You hear slow footsteps in the mire, they reverberate painfully in your head, but you open your eyes terrified.

In the blink of an eye, you see him. You realize that you were waiting to see his face with every fiber of your being. You smile, but in his distant blue eyes you glimpse something new, an unmistakable spark, a feeling. Rage.

The cold mechanical fingers brush your face just before the boy rises again to face your captors. The hard, unmoving line of his shoulders barely obstructs your view, but before you can say his name you see him spring into action. You had never seen him fight like that, not with the same blind violence, with that absolute will to annihilate.

The fierce, precise blows echo through your bones. You want to look away, but fear paralyzes you. You realize you've been holding your breath only when the four rabbits are nothing but a handful of lifeless bodies on the ground.

As if stunned by his own fury, Pinocchio drops the sword to return to you in quick steps.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it from happening. I know it sounds silly, but I wanted to spare you this suffering." you smile at his silent eyes in yours. You let your fingers reach his face, that they intertwine with his long dark hair.

Pinocchio feels those words sink so deep inside him that he believes they have dug into the metal. There is pain somewhere inside him, a gentle, sweet sadness.

He lifts you in his arms with all the delicacy that his hard and artificial body allows him, hugging you to his chest full of an unknown feeling. For a moment he lets his face sink into your hair, inhaling your scent.

You are almost sure you heard something very similar to a heartbeat mixed with the hissing and ticking of mechanisms and gears in his chest, a warmth in his metallic body. You return his embrace, letting yourself be led back to the Hotel, to that bed on which he lays you down, bruised and aching.

He will leave. He always does. But this time his lips gently brushed your forehead.

[my-castles-crumbling]

I want to get into writing but I don't know where to start. Any tips?

Hi!

Honestly my best tip if you want to write fanic is to write microfics. It's great practice and is a wonderful way to test out new ideas, ships, headcanons, and dynamics. I've had so much fun writing fanfics and it really had helped me gain confidence.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 The Places We’ll See

The Places We'll Be: Your mortality comes into question and the two beings who love you more than life can’t handle the inevitable.

Warnings: Angst, Morpheus and Hob Are Idiots™️.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader x Hob Gadling, Idea from this post by @writing-fanics.

Word Count: ~4.2k

Previous | Masterlist

“Something is bothering you,” Monica commented, eyeing you up and down as the pair of you sat at a cafe and enjoyed a spot of afternoon tea. You both had gotten jobs in the city after graduating from your PhD programs and regularly had lunch for afternoon tea together to catch up on your daily lives. Ergo, she was quite privy to your relationship between the Professor and the ‘Broody Hot Guy’. “Did you have a fight with them? Can’t imagine what you’d get into a squabble over considering they worship the ground you walk on.”

“They’re avoiding me,” You absentmindedly replied, your mind wrapped up in how distant Hob and Morpheus had become lately. You’d spent seven months happily in a relationship with them, nearly overwhelmed by the magnitude of their love, and not once had a bump in the road. At least twice a week you fell asleep wrapped up in their arms and love, and woke with innumerous marks upon your body along with incredibly sore muscles… You had never felt this loved before. But now you were drifting away. Monica raised an eyebrow at you in concern, lowering her cappuccino.

“Hob and Broody Man, avoiding you?” She repeated for confirmation of your nearly unbelievable statement. You continued to stare out into the village, oddly undisturbed by such revelation. “Has anything come up that they’re busy with?”

“No,” You softly replied, feeling the painful sting of their avoidance fresh within your aching heart once more. “They— there’s nothing going on with them… they’re just avoiding me.”

“Oh babe,” Monica replied, fully taking in how much this change in events was effecting you. You’d been the picture of elation these last seven months, glowing with happiness that infected anyone who laid their eyes upon you. But now you were retracting your sun, your happiness, and the signs were staring to visibly appear. “Maybe, maybe you just need to get away from them for a couple of weeks, sort yourself out you know? Focus on you. Don’t think about boys. Don’t think about your heart. Just think about yourself.”

You wanted to, but you could no longer see yourself without seeing Morpheus and Hob standing by your side. The future seemed ever so bleak without them in your life…

“God, Monica I can’t,” You whispered in frustration. “Every time I close my eyes I see them. I can’t escape it no matter what I do.”

Monica blinked, then frowned, mulling over your words. You really had been completely enraptured in your relationship. There was never bringing up you without bringing up either Hob or Broody Man. Well, there was only one thing she could think of when pulling you out of this dip.

“Okay, so, I was going to save this for your birthday, but I’ve got vouchers for a super exclusive spa outside of the city. I think I should cash them in early and drag you away from all this relationship hub bub.” You went to protest but Monica shut you down before you could get a word in edgewise. “No, babe, you need time away from them, clearly. Whatever bullshit they’re up to that’s affecting your relationship goes bye bye.”

Your eyes dropped to your cup of tea and your shoulders slumped. Perhaps it really was time to put some distance between yourself and your lovers. Something wasn’t working anymore and it was affecting you.

“Alright, I’ll put in notice for PTO,” You agreed, lifting your eyes back to Monica. “I think — I think it’s time I get some space from them. If they’re avoiding me, it’s not like they’ll notice if I start avoiding them.”

“Something is up with her,” Hob softly commented as he gazed out the window of The New Inn. Morpheus had been quietly contemplating the dreams and nightmares of his realm as of late when Hob spoke, and quickly turned those thoughts away to address his love.

“To what do you speak of? Is she ill?” Morpheus questioned, straightening up in his seat. Hob blinked and then sighed, slowly turning his head to look at Morpheus.

“Ill? I don’t think so… but it’s been nearly two weeks since she last visited and we haven’t really been talking on the phone. She rarely even texts about her day.” Hob explained, worry filling his body. Your behavior had changed. You weren’t nearly as open about your daily activities, you no longer made sure to update him or Morpheus on the drama in your workplace, Hob couldn’t even remember the last time he got to kiss you let alone have you in his bed.

“She is being… distant,” Morpheus spoke, his mind now entirely focused on you. Your smiles. Your voice. Your kisses. The way your naked body felt snaked with his. Now he was thinking about what he and Hob had been agonizing over these last few weeks: your mortality. They were going to lose you, the one they adored most, to the inevitable: death. Morpheus had thought to speak with his sister about such topic, but he knew that he could not change what Destiny preordained.

Yes, something bothered you and Morpheus was upset that you weren’t automatically finding comfort from either Hob or him. Were they not there as your partners to support you? A cloud of upset and depression began forming over Morpheus’ head, for he loathed the idea of you upset and alone. Clearly he had done something wrong! Both Hob and Morpheus began stewing within their minds, wondering what was wrong with you and still dreading the idea that at some point, they were going to lose you.

You’d packed a bag for your week long stay at the Spa resort Monica had booked with her vouchers and shipped off to the country side without a word to Hob or Morpheus. You’d wanted to tell them where you were going, but you had been reminded by Monica that this was to get away and not think about them. So you kept your mouth shut and just left… it wasn’t like you had been talking with them regularly every day recently so they weren’t going to even notice you’d gone. You hadn’t even gotten a text from Hob yet about your whereabouts.

That was a clear sign something was indeed wrong.

Laying on the bed of you room, you stared at the ceiling and tried to take your mind off what your world revolved around. You thought about the spa pool fed by natural springs, that would surely feel nice on your skin. Or maybe you’d cash in the deep tissue massage Monica had told you that would be life changing. You were skeptical and didn’t think it would be that effective in changing your life… but your friend was convinced. Speaking of Monica… Her ringtone started blaring and your hand searched for where you had dropped it on the bed beside you. You found it and answered.

“What’s up?”

“You’re already thinking of them, aren’t you.” You blinked at her astuteness and draped an arm over your eyes.

“I’m not intentionally doing so, Mon,” You said with a sigh. “I really am not.”

“We’ve been here for a day, babe, it’s time to think about you.” Monica stated. “Put your bathing suit on, we’re going to the thermal suite to get our pores opened up and ready to be pampered.”

“I don’t think the pores will be the one that’s pampered.” You replied dryly. Monica snorted at you, not humoring you in the slightest.

“Bathing suit, on, now.” She commanded. “I’ll be over to collect you in five minutes.” She hung up on you and you stared at the ceiling, not feeling the slightest bit interested in visiting the thermal suite. Monica wouldn’t take no for an answer so it was best that you went and changed before she arrived. Rolling into a sitting position, you looked to your suitcase and sighed yet again.

You got yourself into your simple bikini and wrapped a robe around your body, tying it at your waist. From hat you had read about the thermal suite, you could have either a hot or cold experience, or both. Knowing Monica the best, she was going to try and steam cook you until you were an overly steamed vegetable. Maybe that would steam your brain to mush and you’d stop thinking about them. Monica arrived and you departed to the thermal suite. As you walked she chatted to you about her office gossip and her office neighbor’s proclivity to stick fish in the microwave at work. Your nose wrinkled at the thought of microwaved fish. Bleh.

Monica approached the door to the thermal suites and grasped the door handle, making a spectacle of opening it for you with a flourish. Rolling your eyes, you entered the suite and took a deep breath. There was an almost overwhelming scent of herbal oils, but that scent made your muscles relax just from the smell. Perhaps this would make you stop thinking about Morpheus and Hob. Monica talked with the attendant for a moment, discussing the plan you and she had for the spa. More like what she had planned.

First you’d enjoy the steam bath to open your pores and sweat out the supposed ‘impurities’ in your body. Then you’d take a plunge in cold water to wash off your body. You really weren’t looking forward to that, but Monica had bribed you with a body massage afterward so you’d take the plunge. Once you had your massage, then you would sit in the dry sauna while Monica repeated the steam bath cold plunge combination. You thought she was a bit crazy but if she liked it… Dropping your things off in one of the lockers, you stepped into one of the steam bath room and took a seat on the bench.

The air was thick with steam, obviously, and made it seem like it was hard to breath for a few moments. You adjusted to the steam and leaned your head back in your eyes closed.

“Glad to see you actually attempting to relax.”  Monica’s voice floated into your ears and you made a face rather than open your eyes.

“Well I’m here aren’t I? Might as well try and relax and not think about Hob and—”

“Ah!” Monica cut you offbefore you could finish your sentence. “No, bad Y/N, bad. Now repeat after me. We are not talking about boy troubles, we are relaxing.” Seriously? You opened an eye to see Monica staring you down with an entirely serious look upon her face. “Come on, say it.”

“We are not talking about boy troubles, we are relaxing.” You robotically replied, closing your eye again and taking a deep breath of the water logged air. You had to admit that she was right. You were relaxing, not thinking about the very reason you were at the spa in the first place! Letting your body and muscles relax, you sank into the wooden bench and focused on the way the steam reacted with your body. Your pores did open up, but you also could feel the beads of saline sweat running down your temple and gathering at your back. Periodically little jets would add more steam into the room, making you feel like you were going to melt right into the bench. “I think I’m melting, Mon,”

“That means it’s working,” Monica sighed to you, her voice revealing just how relaxed she was. You cracked open your eyes and rolled your head to look at her. She was sprawled out, limbs askew and clearly enjoying the almost insufferable heat.

“Well if it’s working does that mean I can leave? This is suffocating and I feel gross,” You complained to her. Monica snorted at you opened her own eyes. You were staring at her with a pleading look, hair sticking to your neck and beads of sweat rolling down your skin.

“Fine, but no skipping on off to your hotel room. Go and enjoy the cold plunge and the dry sauna.” Monica told you, closing her eyes and relaxing once more. “I’m gonna sweat every drop of impurity out of these clogged pores.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” You muttered to her while pulling your body to your feet. Departing the steam room, you took a deep breath of the fresh and water laden air. It felt nice to be out of the heat and humidity. You eyed the cold plunge pools and chewed your lip. Well if you were going to truly experience the full spa experience you should go and jump in. “Damn it,” You grumbled to yourself.

Walking over to the edge of the cold plunge, you eyed the water and pursed your lips. This wasn’t going to be pleasant, but it was supposed to have health benefits.

“Okay, here goes,” You murmured before stepping forwards. Dropping into the cold water, your body jerked at shivered from the shock of the cold water hitting your hot skin. You had to admit to yourself that as your head popped back out of the water, you felt refreshed and clean. But you were cold. So you hauled your body out of the cold plunge and reached for one of the fluffy robes on standby. It felt just as soft as it looked brushed against your skin.

Pushing back your hair, you looked around to see what else the thermal suites offered. You picked out the doors to the dry sauna, so you could go and enjoy the heat again… but something in you pulled you away from sitting in the heat again and you chose to head for the small sitting area overlooking a picturesque view. Taking a seat on one of the chairs, you grasped your upper arms and stared out at the perfect landscaping. You had promised Monica that you wouldn’t think of Hob and Morpheus, but they had become your entire world. Your entire universe actually.

“Heat getting to be too much?” You weren’t expecting someone to speak to you, but twisting your head to look at the person who had spoken, you were greeted by a kind smile from a woman.

“Very,” You agreed with a small smile. “I don’t usually go to spas.”

“Then what brings you to one now?” The woman asked, soft brown eyes meeting yours. Something about her, something about her reminded you of the same energy Morpheus gave off. 

“My friend is trying to distract me from my complicated relationship but all this heat seems to do is make me think about it more.” You explained to her, twisting your fingers together in your lap. “Never had a relationship that literally consumed my every waking thought. It’s ridiculous.”

“Mmh, my brother will do that to you,” she replied with a small chuckle. Brother? You blinked and eyed her closer. The necklace she wore giving you a big fact cue to who she was. You gulped.

“Oh, so… is it my time?” You tentatively asked, feeling unease and regretful that you would die like this. Hob and Morpheus was be beside themselves wondering what had happened to you… then again with the way they had been avoiding you the past few weeks... Death shook her head.

“No, no it’s not your time.” She told you with a calming smile. “I decided to drop by and talk to you because my brother is known to be an idiot on occasion.” You blanched at her openly calling Morpheus an idiot. Wow, she really was his older sister. Death chuckled at your facial expression. “I’m not afraid to call him out, Y/N.”

“Wow I like you already,” You unconsciously murmured. You knew that Morpheus had a fragile ego he would never admit to and bristled at the slightest criticism. It was refreshing to hear that someone could knock him off his high horse.

“Dream is a complicated being,” Death continued. “And I know you aren’t at this spa because you want to be.”

“Hob and Morpheus are ignoring me,” You stated before cringing. That sounded so needy of you. “I don’t mean that as a clingy girlfriend or something. I spent seven months almost at the point of running away from them they were so clingy to me. Now it’s like I hardly exist to them. I swear they’ve even been ignoring me.”

Hurt was clear on your face and Death had half the mind to smack her brother over the head. You continued to speak.

“I mean, do they not realize they are squandering the time we have together?” You asked, waving a hand. “They’re both going to outlive me, I know that, they know that. Why are they wasting our precious time together?”

“I think your mortality is the very reason why they are avoiding you.” You blinked at her words and raised your eyebrow in disbelief. “They know your mortality has a time limit and that scares them.”

“So their automatic response is to stay away?” You asked incredulously. “Do they not see how much that hurts?”

“Sometimes men act irrational when they’re in love. Hob and Dream are no different.” Death explained to you. “Time is precious to you, how much are you willing to give them?”

“All of it.” You softly murmured, staring out the window. “I’d give them ever second I have left if I could, but at this rate…” You trailed off and sniffed, reaching up to wipe your burning eyes. You hadn’t cried over it yet, but now you were pretty damn close. “So here I am venting about my relationship woes to Death while Hob and Dream probably have no idea I even left London.”

“If you had all the time in the world, what would you do?” You snorted indignantly at Death and eyed her with a wry smirk.

“Smack both of them over the head with a wooden spoon for being such idiots. Hob barely takes care of himself these days and Morpheus has been so moody it’s getting pathetic.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and slumping back in your seat. “Someone has to take care of them, especially after I’m gone.”

Death never made deals, never strayed from her job save for once centuries ago because of a bet. But now she was thinking otherwise. She could make an exception, just one more time. For her little brother.

“I’ll tell you this, Y/N,” Death told you, making sure you were looking her in the eyes. “You can have all the time in the universe to love them, as long as it is what you want. It’ll be a challenge, my brother isn’t easy to love. But I think you can do it.”

You stared at her with your jaw slack. She wasn’t saying what you think she was saying… was she? But the smile on her face was telling as Death stood up from her seat. She bid you goodbye and left you sitting by yourself contemplating your entire life. Immortality as long as it was what you wanted. That took your worry of time out of your relationship. Your heart didn’t ache nearly as bad as it had five minute earlier. You were still going to give Hob and Morpheus the riot act for avoiding you. Stupid men. You leaned back in your seat and sighed deeply, now you could actually start relaxing.

You’d gotten back from your spa trip pampered, preened, and softened. You were pretty sure your skin had never been this soft nor glowed this beautifully. Monica had picked up on your attitude change but hadn’t said anything for the rest of your spa trip. She had just enjoyed the spa with you. After she had dropped you off at the New Inn, you headed upstairs to Hob’s flat. You knew that it was finals time and he would be busy grading papers and exams so you figured that you would get his laundry done while washing your own and perhaps fix a meal or two so he had something to eat.

Key’s in hand, you unlocked the door while adjusting the bag on your shoulder and relaxed as you entered the warm flat. Home sweet home. Funny how Hob’s flat felt more like home than our own. Kicking the door shut behind you, you headed for the kitchen first to drop off your purse and jumper. Entering the large kitchen, you dropped your keys in a bowl and eased your purse from your shoulder with a heavy sigh.

“You left,” You paused in place at the accusatory words of your anthropomorphic lover. Taking a deep breath, you eased your bag from your shoulder and turned to address the Endless.

“You and Hob seemed plenty busy at the time,” You coolly shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Given your lack of presence in my life as of late, I hardly thought you’d even notice.” Morpheus’ eye twitched at your words.

“Y/N—” You raised a finger, cutting off the Endless.

“No,” You said sharply. “You do not get to call me in that tone, Morpheus. Not after you and Hob all but ghosted me for the last three weeks.”

“Beloved, Hob and I—” Morpheus tried again, desperate to appease your clear iration.

“Are being entirely idiotic!” You exclaimed with a flourished. Morpheus’ eyes glowed at your insult but you didn’t back down. “You two imbeciles have been avoiding me!? Why!?”

“My love, we have been agonizing over your mortality and the reality that one day we will lose you.” Morpheus explained to you, his being aching at the inevitable idea that he and Hob will lose you to Death. You snorted at him and the Endless glared at you for making light of your death.

“Seriously?” You questioned incredulously. “That’s why you and Hob have been avoiding me? Because I’m going to eventually die?” Morpheus flinched at the word, cementing the fact that you were correct in your statement. Death had told you they were agonizing over your mortality, but finding out that your eventual death truly was the reason the men you loved more than anything in the universe had ben avoiding you, made you so mad. “You— you— you absolute ninny head!!” You burst out, making Morpheus blink at you in concern. Clearly something had happened to you on your trip.

“Beloved, Hob and I love you so intensely that the mere thought of you perishing brings us agony,” Morpheus explained to you, stepping up to your body and reaching for your face. His fingers lightly traced your jaw. “Have you any idea the pain it brings us?” Oh you could see the visceral pain in his eyes, you could see it clearly.

“Morpheus,” You sighed out, raising a hand to lightly wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Hob can barely take care of himself and you look like you’re going to start crying every ten minutes unless you receive a hug, you think I’m gonna let you two go back to your old lives? Death won’t come for me until I want her too.” Morpheus froze beneath your touch, his mind soaking in the meaning of your words.

Death would not come for you until you wanted her too.

“Truly?” Morpheus hoarsely broached, struggling to comprehend that his sister would grant him such a precious gift as having you for eternity.

“Someone has to keep you and Hob out of trouble,” You reminded him, taking a firmer grasp on his wrist and sliding your fingers up so you could hold his hand.

“Glad to know you think we can’t take care of ourselves,” A hoarse voice spoke from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Hob standing in the doorway.

“You’re immortal not infallible,” You stated, holding out your free hand towards the immortal man. “And if I have to beat that into your mind I will.”

“Words’ll do, love,” Hob replied, stepping closer and taking your hand. It warm and fit just perfectly in his. He pulled your palm to his lips and kissed it. “I know were difficult—” You raised an eyebrow and Hob corrected himself. “Stupid, at times, but we love you more than our own lives. The thought of not having you at your side was unbearable.”

“Then stop being an idiot and communicate, we are in this together, Hob Gadling,” You said while pulling the man to you and Morpheus.

“She’s certainly gotten bold,” Hob commented to Morpheus who smirked and leaned into both of his loves.

“It is quite ravishing to watch,” Morpheus added. You fumed with a growl and stomped your foot.

“Would you two knock it off! I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!!” You griped, giving the men a look. “You need to communicate with me or this is never going to work!”

“Forgive us for our egregious folly, beloved, we did not mean to cause you such duress,” Morpheus purred, nuzzling his face into your neck while Hob wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It’s just been the two of us for so long, love, you’ll have to forgive us for falling back into old habits.” Hob said, exchanging a look with Morpheus. “But what is this I hear of Death not coming for you?”

You contemplated on explaining what you had been up to at the spa for you wanted to make Hob sweat after the emotional pain you’d felt… but ultimately chose to divulge your newfound immortality. It was safe to say that when Monica called the next day to inquire if your men where still being idiots, you were still passed out from a night spent sandwiched between Hob and Morpheus.

Date Published: 12/7/23

Last Edit: 12/7/23

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[sleepy3012]

Caught: A Welcome To Raven Brooks Fanic

Summary What if Enzo was cuaght

Love:?

"Enzo! Mr.Peterson knows your there!" Trinity screamed through the walkie talkie

Mr. Pererson bursted the door open, and Enzo began to run, He ran hearing Mr.Peterson catching up to him.

Enzo dogged many obsticals and traps that were in his way. He saw a door open and ran inside, and hid behind the door.

Mr. Peterson ran pass the door, but came back and opened the door, he intered and took out some rope ready to catch the boy.

Enzo slowly came out behind the door and tip toe in way out until the key cutted the rope which had the bell on it

BINGg

Mr. Peterson turned around and pulled the rope, before Enzo could run He grabbed Enzo and tied him up as tight as he could.

Enzo felt his breathing slow down, this was the end he was gonna die...it wasn't his fault..nor trinitys...then who's fault would it be it he died...

Mr. Peterson carried him towards the basement door and Enzo began to struggle more until Mr. Peterson setted him down

"Arn't you quite a mouse" Mr.Peterson

"Please let me Go I'm sorry please let me-" Enzo was cut off

"Enzo is it?..Tell me..who's idea was this?" Mr.Peterson said tilting his head

"It....It was Trinity's Idea..b..but-" Enzo responded

"No Buts boy, Let me guess..she made you do this? Mr.Peterson said smiling

Enzo thought it was creepy that he was smiling in such a moment...Enzo just noded

"Ohhh...I see..Did you want to do this?" Mr.Peterson asked

"N...no...But I Did this for Trinity!" Enzo said

"For her huh...why" Mr.Peterson asked again

"Because I love her!" Enzo sobbed

For a moment the place was silent, until it was broken with a big laughter coming from Mr.Peterson. Did he think this was some joke or something?!

"HAHAHAHA~ Love he says...your to young to be in love, also even if you did love her she probubly doesn't like you back..now does she?" Mr.peterson said with a grin

"NO SHE LOVES ME BACK I KNOW IT I KNO-" Enzo stoped talking by a gloved hand covering his mouth

"Ohhh but if she did love you she wouldn't have let this happen. She is just using you my dear boy..she doesn't love you." Mr.Peterson said

Enzo stoped brething for a second and began to cry...he didn't want to bealive Trinity was only using him to uncover Mr.Peterson's true self and to save Nicky..

Enzo sobbed between his breath, He felt Mr.Peterson Big arms wrap around him..it was a hug.

Then Mr.Peterson opened the door to the basement and closed the door behind him. He walked down the stairs with Enzo in his hands. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he setteled Enzo down on the floor to this...person.

He untied Enzo and bent down to both Enzo and the other person's Level

"Your going to have so much fun with your friend.." Mr.Peterson said

"T..t..thats....n..Nicky?" Enzo sobbed

"Yes...it is...just get comfterble here and yes I'll tell you the rules." Mr.Peterson said again

Enzo nodded

"Rule number one) Never try to leave or there will be a punishment

Rule number two) If you see Aaron..yes...he isn't missing, but if you see him..pls don't fight.

Rule number three) you always watch your tone with me...also you can call me dsd to make you feel at home~

You will have three meals and a snack with water, and I'll down at night to tell you when its bedtime..." Mr.Peterson listed

Enzo couldn't belive it...Aaron was..ALIVE and NOT MISSING...Enzo sat there compleatly speachless

"Well I should get going ..I'll see you in the morning..Goodnight little Mouse." Mr.Pererson said before he walked up the stairs and left, locking the door behind him.

Enzo kept thinking...so Mr.Peterson was not a killer? Aaron was still alive but..what about Mya?

Nicky sat up with a potato sack on his head with a smile, he crawled towards Enzo and snuggled with him like he was some bear plushy.

Enzo didn't mind tho it felt warm, he turned around to see Aaron just sitting next to a fake window..he just stared at Enzo until he spoke

"Hello Enzo...nice to see you again, it's been a long time scince iv'e seen you." Asron spoke

"Y..yeah..s..same" Enzo stuterd

"No worries...My dad won't hurt you or nothing like that..but just..try to stay csom and-" Aaron was cut of by Enzo giving him a hug

"IM..am..SO..S..SORRY..A...ABOUT WJST I..S..SAID BACK..T..THEN..I....Im...SORRY..I, was J..JUST MAD ABOUT LUCY'S..D..DEATH..am..s..sorry.." Enzo sobbed out bursting into tears

Aaron huged him back and spoke again

"Its okay Enzo Its okay..shhh don't cry..don't cry its okay.." Aaron said calmly

Enzo fell asleep a few minutes after crying by Aaron stroking Enzo's hair and Nicky's hair.

He was happy to see Enzo again, it felt good to finally have a hug from a friend that you missed...He was also happy to have Nicky here too.

All three of them would be able to have fun again just like they did before all this mess happened.

[honeyhotteoks]

hi! i spent quiet a while to write this one + english is not my first language, so i'm sorry in advance.

i studied literature, text editing, journalism and much more disciplines which tought me a lot about text, books and writing. i am a writer too. i do not write fanics on tumblr, but i write quiet a lot on my native language on our local platforms. not to be that person, but i can say when i read a good text, a good story with a good plot and characters, and when i read just a graphomania shit. i know about criticism — i studied literature critics too, so i know what i'm talking about.

so, the hell am i talking about? i know you've been writing for your whole life (?) (or almost), but 'across the stardust' shook me so bad i still cannot find right words to explain my feelings. i guess i've read almost all of your works, and your writing has always been so good so i thought sometimes 'wow a real novel by her could be so amazing'.

'across the stardust' not only well written, but it feels alive. to say boldly we change three main locations where we interact with yunho through this part: the dressing room — yunho's room — our room. locations where are not many things to interact with, not many things that can revive the whole scene, so it's about people. about y/n and yunho. it's only about them and there interaction, about their connection and. lots of dialogues. and what i'm trying to say is that you're so good at writing dialogues and chemistry between the characters— this is literally insane.

i have read many books — good and bad — have read lots of fanfiction to broaden my horizons etc., and the main idea or plot could be so so good, but characters were written so... they were boring, to say at least, and i didn't believe to any of their words. you know this moments where characters meet up and boom! the next day they're already in love, already dating, already so into each other. it can work when the chemistry was done well, but in 99% of such cases it just sucks.

i was afraid that something like this could happen with your fic. afraid because i really love your works and i didn't want to be disappointed. but... i don't know what have you put in this work, but... i felt EVERY single thing you wrote. every single goosebump of y/n of yunho, every single twist in their stomachs, every single fire they felt about each other. this is a truly magic how you made me believe that feelings they always had for each other was not just romantic, sexual or something like this, but deeper. this platonic connection they did not know about, but something has been in the air between them the whole time.

i rarely can actually feel in my bones what characters feel, and you did something i did not know someone can actually do to me. this was so, so incredible written. i swallowed all the dialogues, i wanted to understand the characters, wanted to feel what they felt. i couldn't stop reading— and i was at my workplace! felt like i fell into the black hole hawking told us about and its mass was more then sun's in a million times, so my body was stretched and i reached the event horizon — i'll know what's inside the black hole.

thank you so much for your writing. thank you so much for this work, i hope you'll have enough time and energy for the next parts. thank you thank you and sorry for this bad english and dry review, i swear i am much better with my native language :((

🥺 anon, this is genuinely one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to me. i’ve read your message twice and what you said is beyond kind ❤️

please never be sorry for your english, you conveyed so much to me i can only imagine how strong your own writing is in your native language.

i think the pacing problems with romance is a huge reason why i prefer to write longer works and read longer works too. i know that’s not everyone’s favorite, but i’m glad it resonates for you and many other readers here.

also…. what you said about writing a novel. that’s been a quiet dream of mine for a very long time, but i’ll admit that i’ve talked myself out of trying because in my mind the quality jump from fanfiction to published work is a big one, and i’m not sure i could do it. but it means so much to me that you said this, and if i ever do try to publish something i would be so happy to share that with all the people here who have supported my fic so warmly.

also lol one thing did make me laugh, when you said “i don’t know what you have put in this work” because my first thought was that it’s yunho. i think this version of him is closest to the one i imagine is real, versus some of my other work, and this reader is more of myself than i even realized initially. the love i have for yunho seriously transcends delulu, i just love him and look up to him, not for me but just as a person in the world. i’m really glad that translates into the work because when i was posting it i was nervous about the romance feeling too fast or too fake.

anyways i’ll stop rambling but thank you very much once again. definitely more chapters coming soon.

[ashlyns-general-blog]

The burden of being creative and in fandoms

Ever listen to a song and think "OH THAT WOULD BE A GREAT ANIMATIC/AMV/EDIT/COMIC/FANIC!" and so you search to see if anyone made one so you could watch it and come to find out that not a single soul has done it?

I'm gonna make either an animatic/amv of TOH and the cover 'Dance Macabre' by Violet Orlandi feat. Jonathan Young

'Cause that would be the one of the BEST Lumity songs. Feel free to use my idea if you want.

Also could work for (most) Homestuck ships, or Bubbline.

btw if anyone makes a edit of like... any fandom with this song (I'd probably be in the fandom) comment it, I WANT TO SEE!

[leowifefover]

this my frist chapter of my luca x kaito omegaverus fanic it well be 18 pluse there noitng 18 in fist chapter it not full felsh out chaptrer i didntwhat to write i am not coninditn wrritgn fanfic cause my lerign disbtyils i am mroe condifien in wrrting rping luca x kaito are main parign there well be other mongounse and poly there well be no thoma in cause i dont like him i hope you dont mind there well the rest of the ghouls thsoe oky i well put in my ocs maby idont kown there be alpha x omega alpha x alpha alpah x beta beta x omega omega x omega this male omega cuse other prenag inthis for sake of lyuca having litter i isee both subura and lyuca and ommega only warign i am using my trans kaito headcanon my itnere sex head on towa and my trans girl headcanon yuri yuri havst reauziel yet but well iam not trans or any thingjsut werid gednr wuild woman with asbgers read if want me idea wht to write how to get the sorty movign trowd

[ivedonestranger]

Out of curiosity, what are your thoughts on Maho x Erika?

Oh, I def consider them a couple in a post-GUP world. I'm actually working on a few fanics that use that as the main theme.

To me, the two always seem to balance each other out. Erika has a aggressive streak about her and Maho keeps that in line while Erika makes sure that Maho doesn't get stuck in a certain path or dogma of gets to comfortable with an idea.

They're always not far from each other and one could say that's because they are Commander and Sub-Commander but I really think it's more.

The only person that seems to be able to keep Erika under control is Maho in both the shows and the manga.

Erika does not do well and spends a bunch of Das Finale trying to think about what Maho would want her to do and how to be like her. Even when Maho had told her that she needed to find her own Sensha-do.

Maho appears to lean on Erika for advice at times and is close to listening to thoughts like in Der Film.

I've been going on enough about these two. LOL but in short, in my head canon Erika has always been an uncontrollable disaster until she wound up in Korimorime Girls Academy and Maho has been the only one to tame her to the surprise and consternation of many of the teachers.

Erika is simpler to me. She just wants to be loved and do a good job and make someone proud of her.

[dreaming-medium]

ur writting. is. top. tier. 🥹🫶 I would love to see more of ur idol fanics like a slow burn 🤗🤗 it would be cool to do a like celebrity from America or smth hehe. i binged all ur works in two days 😵‍💫 cant wait to see what more you do!!😍

(more lee know would be amazing pls. i died when reading ur thanksgiving work)

Have a good day😜🫶

All these compliments go straight to my head

I’ve definitely been considering doing a celebrity AU like a continuation of the Bang Chan kinktober I did! Honestly it’s a story that’s been swimming around in my head for so long I have so many ideas for it!

I currently have a Lee Know smut in the works ;) life has been crazy lately I can’t even exaggerate enough how jam packed my days are. But just know it’s COMING I promise 💖💖

Thank you again!!! You’re so sweet 🥹🥹 much love!

[aprito]

At what age do you think Sasori would ha e been too far gone? I'm working on a fanic idea that deviates from canon around the time the Land of This gets destroyed by the art duo. I'm guessing that must have happened when he was in his mid-twenties(?) Would it be too late then to pull off something like that realistically?

First of all thank you for being interested in what I have to say I am very touched <3 Sorry this is going to be rambly again also I'm replying very late because I didn't see it my bad

In short: Can't really see a substantial change of character the same way I can't see it for Orochimaru. Despite what Shit Tierrot wants us to believe, patching Tsunade back together does not undo all the horrific shit he did before and afterwards.

Long:

Ok so I guess to establish a timeline here I'm assuming Deidara would be older in your AU? Because he was forced into the Akatsuki when he was around 13 and Sasori had already been 29 by that time. Deidara and Sasori have not been canonically active before we actually get introduced to them in the KKR arc, even if it's canonically implied Sasori took over an entire country at some point in his life, the country in question probably being some small ass city state like the anime concludes, while Deidara had apparently been in contact with two other jinchuuriki. You can be pretty flexible for those 6 years in your fic because some of it even takes place before Naruto canonically kicks off.

I guess I don't really talk about Sasori's crimes because I take them for granted when I say he's canonically not really redeemable, but if we take the age Deidara joined (13) and the age Sasori (15-16ish) joined, who was his partner in crime for give or take 12-14 years? Orochimaru, who I consider to be equally not really redeemable. Why? Because they essentially are both guilty of the same crimes (against humanity). Orochimaru is an easy villain to hate RIGHTFULLY BTW because we actually see what he does, whereas it's only implied for Sasori.

Let's be real here: Both of them spent most of their time on this earth trafficking, torturing, experimenting on and murdering people regardless of affiliation. For every successful human puppet transformation, you probably had plenty of failed ones, and that is just one aspect of the probably hundreds of thousands of deaths this dude has caused directly and indirectly through the people he additionally tortured and brainwashed into doing his bidding.

12-14 years is a pretty consistent time window of two mass murders, human traffickers and mutilation enjoyers being consistently exposed to each other. If we thought what Sasori did as a whee 15 year old burning down villages to look for scraps and killing his Kage was bad, then him having pretty much unfiltered access to the stuff mentioned for absolutely no reason but self satisfaction is bound to make me think he would not be the type to start valuing humanity on a whim, unless he had no self consciousness. The OVA implies he didn't like Orochimaru from the jump, but I never thought it was because of Orochimaru's actions, probably just because he knew Orochimaru was the traitor type. He clearly had not stopped doing what he did even after Orochimaru left, up until he ultimately GAINS self consciousness through the fight against Chiyo and Sakura and immeditately unalives himself. So, by the time he meets Deidara, he would already been way too far gone tbh.

We didn't see a transformation when he was around Deidara, and we obviously didn't see a transformation when he was around Orochimaru. His entire stint in the Akatsuki surely did not improve his character in the slightest, so for me personally, I would find it very hard to redeem him with everything above kept in mind, especially since I and many others believe Orochimaru should also not be redeemed for the same reasons.

to conclude your question on how a redemption could still work:

[new-dawn-au]

WHY DO I ALWAYS THINK OF NEW FANIC IDEAS FOR THIS AU WHEN I'M DOING AN EXAM👿👿

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨The Places We'll Be

The Places We'll Be: The clothes finally come off, you just hope that the two beings don’t break you in their endeavor to show their love.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Double Penetration, Morpheus’ Powers + Lube Speed Things Up (because I said so), Additionally: I’ve never written anal before, be gentle, don’t break your ass bc you’re horny.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader x Hob Gadling, Idea from this post by @writing-fanics.

Word Count: ~7.1k

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You don’t know exactly how you ended up half naked, lying on Hob’s kitchen island. The relationship you had with Dream of the Endless and the immortal man named Hob Gadling was complicated enough without emotions and feelings involved. Normal mortal humans just didn’t mix with anthropomorphic beings and immortals. It spelled disaster. So how exactly did you end up half naked stretched out on Hob’s kitchen island with Morpheus kissing your leg while Hob repeatedly kissed your lips? Oh yes, you had finally graduated your post doctoral program and were no longer off limits.

Softly moaning from the feeling of Morpheus’s lips teasing the inner part of your knee and Hob clutching your cheek, making sure that his mouth was as close as possible, you shifted in place while feeling an uncomfortable need building within your body. Morpheus sank his teeth into your thigh and you jerked in place squeal, whimpering into Hob’s mouth. The immortal devoured that delicious sound, sliding his tongue against yours. One of your hands wrapped around Hob’s wrist of the hand cradling your jaw while the other dove down to seek out midnight locks. Hob’s mouth departed yours and he looked to Morpheus.

“You are playing around with her,” He grumbled in dissatisfaction. Morpheus arched an eyebrow, stroking your skin ever so gently while you squirmed around.

“I am merely taking my time, Hob,” Morpheus returned. “Did we not discuss this? I see no reason to hurry along when we both wish to express our true ardor.”

“Well yes, but you don’t need to torture her,” Hob pointed out. “At least not yet.” You gaped at them because clearly this was premeditated and they had conversed with each other on how they planned on indulging. Hob returned his gaze to you. “Do you care? I can’t imagine you particularly feel like being toyed with by Morpheus right now. We’ve both been patiently waiting and while he has an endless amount of it, I do not.”

Now that had you gaping, mouth dropping open as you stared at Hob’s questioning face.

“I—” You stuttered out, feeling breathless from the immortal’s kisses while you lips almost felt numb. “I— I mean… you—”

“Cat caught your tongue, beloved?” Morpheus innocently asked. He may be giving you an innocent look but his thoughts were anything but. His fingers climbed up your leg, spindly climbing across your flesh until his cool fingertips brushed along the band of your underwear. You whimpered once more, your eyes darting between Morpheus and Hob.

“We need a verbal confirmation,” Hob spoke to you, twisting the wrist you held so he could bring your hand to his mouth once more. You were locked in his gentle brown gaze and you swallowed. Good god, they were basically asking you permission for a threesome. Who were you kidding you knew you loved them both dearly at this point, and it was far from platonic.

“You can tease me later,” You answered with hot cheeks, feeling shy about your intimate desire and wishes. “Right now I really just want to feel your love. I’ve been craving it.”

That made stars burn brightly within Morpheus’ eyes and his hands wrapped around your hips, fingers curling into the elastic band of your underwear. Hob however, smiled widely at you and cupped your cheeks to pull your lips back to his. While your immortal man kissed you deeply, the endless pulled on the elastic band of your underwear. He slipped them from your legs, kissing your knees and appreciating how beautifully sculpted your body was.

Hob was in the middle of urging your lips to part so he could fully indulge in your mouth when Morpheus pushed your thighs apart and lowered himself to his knees. You were barely aware of the Endless’s actions and intention, absorbed in Hob’s tongue curling around yours and driving you towards a feeling of euphoria. But the moment Morpheus dragged his tongue through your folds you jerked against his hold and raggedly gasped into Hob’s mouth.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction to Morpheus’s tongue. It was far more exquisite than either man expected. You clenched your fingers into his obsidian hair and pressed your head back into the kitchen island. Hob cradled your face, a pleased smile on his lips as he watched pleasure bloom on your cheeks and burst within your eyes. It was almost as delicious as the soft sounds emerging from your throat.

Seeing you squirm against Morpheus’s mouth, whimpering and whining as his tongue did things to your body you never imagined, Hob shifted his gaze to your heaving chest. The only piece of clothing you had on was your plain comfortable bra and even as plain as it was, it still didn’t take away from Hob’s desire to see all of your body. So he slipped his fingers down your neck, caressed your shoulders and smirked when you twitched further from is touch alone.

But you were distracted from Hob’s devilish workings by Morpheus sealing his lips over your clit and sucking. Your thighs tightened around Morpheus neck and you felt your leg muscles contract.

“Oh god,” You breathed out, tears beginning to burn at the edge of your eyelashes. Morpheus’s eyes glowed once more, more than pleased to hear the sound of your pleasure in addition to your subtle writhes against him. He held you firmer in place while Hob unclipped your bra and pulled it from your shoulders. Hob caught your hands which left their respective grasps to cover your bare breasts, and he pressed your wrists next to your head.

“He’s an Endless, actually,” He smoothly corrected you with a Cheshire smile. “There’s no god here, love, just you and us,” You whimpered, legs straining against Morpheus’s hold as your flesh was electrified with pleasure. Hob lowered his head to kiss you once more, but his lips didn’t remain on yours. No, they migrated to your jaw, tracing the bone and placing more kisses that you felt distinctly. Then he dragged his lips down your neck and sucked at your skin.

You whined and twisted in place, kicking out a leg and feeling just short of screaming your frustrations out. You had never experienced such bodily pleasure, certainly not at the same time, and it was nearly unbearable. Then your thighs started to shake violently, your hips bucking up against Morpheus’ mouth. You strained against Hob’s grasp and writhed, incoherent babbles slipping from your lips.

The moment Hob dragged his tongue across your breast and licked at your nipple, your back was arching and you cried out. Hob hungrily adored the soft flesh of your breasts, sucking on them and nibbling in the hopes of leaving behind marks. There would be plenty of time to mark you up later, but Hob wanted to be the first. Morpheus caught the tail end of that thought and a flare of rivalry bloomed. Ripping his mouth away from your hot and pleasure soaked cunt, Morpheus sank his teeth into your thigh.

This time you let out a strangled cry and violently jerked in their hold, rolling to the right as the orgasm the two men had coaxing forth, burst and proceeded to wash through your body. The kitchen island was cool against your skin as you trembled and shook, momentarily loosing your voice and senses. When you finally found it once more, you could only let out a rasping moan while your limp limbs buzzed with electricity.

Did Hob seriously just let Morpheus bury his face between your thighs in his kitchen!?

Morpheus gently kissed your still trembling thighs, appreciating how beautiful you were washed with pleasure and thoroughly drunk on the taste of you. Hob nuzzled your neck, slightly jealous that the Endless got to taste you first. Well, an agreement was an agreement and Hob would soon have his turn. You let out a soft moan once more and Hob brushed your hair from your face.

“Still with us, love?” Hob asked, looking into your face. You dragged your eyes open and rolled your head to look at his soft brown eyes.

“How long have you two been planning this because there is no way you two could have come to an agreement this fast.” You softly croaked, thighs still feeling shaky and body hyper sensitized. Morpheus kissed your hip and stroked your thighs once more. Your muscles still trembled.

“We have had plenty of time to consider how we would like to pick you apart, beloved,” Morpheus smoothly replied, a smug smirk gracing his lips while Hob rolled his eyes.

“I will admit, we’ve had a few conversations,” Hob answered, unable to stop himself from stroking your face. You stared at Hob, your cheeks on fire and still feeling Morpheus’s bite. That would be around for a while. Eyes drifting to the Endless responsible for your jelly legs, you shivered at the look in his eyes. Hungry, he looked so hungry. Hob’s eyebrow popped up. “Getting cold?” He asked, eyes appreciating your naked body.

Morpheus smirked and shifted his eyes to the immortal.

“She is far from cold, Hob,” Morpheus explained, his voice deep and rich. The two men exchanged further looks before their eyes settled back on you. You could see the desire within their eyes and might just melt away to nothing beneath it. Your heart thundered in your chest and you slumped back onto the kitchen island with a whimper.

Your mind was captivated by the intense stormy blue ones that stared at you while the Endless being effortlessly carried your body from Hob’s dining room, to the bedroom. Your cheeks were on fire, your body still buzzing with echoes of pleasure, and Morpheus felt it all. From the way you trembled, to the way your eyes were still dilated, even the way you breathed was still heightened. From behind Morpheus, Hob followed, his eyes never once leaving you. Your eyes connected and the immortal man could see the flush beneath your skin grow.

His smirk widened and a half squeak caught in the back of your throat.

“Hob,” Morpheus drew out, seeing your reaction. The immortal snorted.

“I didn’t do anything.” Hob replied while you felt like your entire face was melting away from a blistering flush. This time you let out an embarrassed whimper and his your face in Morpheus’ shoulder with a muted groan.

“You two are gonna kill me,” You mumbled in Morpheus’ soft jacket.

“We’d apologize… but it wouldn’t be sincere.” Hob replied all too happily, admiring your bare shoulders. He might have been jealous of Morpheus for getting to carry your gorgeous naked body, but both beings had long since agreed to share you should you be willing… and it seemed you were. Hob would also have plenty of other opportunities to have the pleasure of carrying you. Alone. He was sure of that. Morpheus reached Hob’s large bed and ever so carefully laid you out upon the soft sheets.

It took everything in your will power to not cross your legs or fold your arms across your chest in embarrassment, especially with the way the two men stared at you with such clear want and appreciation. The pressure of being the only one naked started to get to you.

“Why am I the only one naked right now?” You faintly asked, eyeing both fully clothed men. Morpheus arched an eyebrow at you, for surely you were being impatient and the Endless refused to rush such sacred moment… but he’d let it pass this time. So Morpheus’ long fingers slowly began unbuttoning his jacket. While you were transfixed and focused on Morpheus’ fingers, Hob shed his sweater and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. You were so caught up in Morpheus’ starry eyes you didn’t realize that Hob had climbed onto the bed next to you until warm fingers were grasping your chin and your head was turned.

Lips pressed against yours, urging, passionate, driving your mouth apart so Hob could kiss you deeper. His tongue dragged along the seam of your lips, making little sparks of pleasure explode, before it found itself tangling with yours. You shuddered and sighed, feeling like you were going to collapse once more just from Hob’s kisses. Slumping back against the bed, your hands found themselves pressing against’s Hob’s chest. Unlike Morpheus, who’s chest was entirely hairless in a chilled marble like way, Hob was warm with body hair that was just as chocolate brown as the strands of hair currently tickling your jaw while Hob kissed the ever loving daylights out of you.

The soft sounds coming from your throat, little gasps, delicious moans, only fed the fervor of the two men. Morpheus, who had certainly taken the time to appreciate the divinity of your body and map each and every dip and rise, moved forwards, his coat neatly folded and left on the dresser. Like a panther on the prowl, the Endless placed a knee on the mattress and slowly made his way towards you. You were to distracted by Hob to notice Morpheus approaching you, and only reacted when he lifted his hands and caressed the gentle slope of a breast.                    

You whimpered against Hob’s lips, one of your hands automatically lifting to latch onto Morpheus’ shoulder. How could the single action of a hand stroking your breast feel so good?? You hadn’t a clue but what you did know was that between Hob’s mouth relentlessly taking yours, and Morpheus appreciating every bit of your breasts, you were having a hard time thinking anything. Lost in a daze, your hands mindlessly tugged the clothes of your lovers, indicating your need for more. Your nails scratched at Hob’s belt and sharply pulled at Morpheus’ jeans. Surely you wouldn’t be the only one naked.

“Patience, beloved,” Morpheus purred, leaning down and running his lips along your ribcage. He couldn’t help but nuzzle the gentle curve of your breast once more, lavishing in your squirm and drunk on the sweet, sweet whimper that departed your mouth. Hob himself chuckled against your lips, enjoying every little sound you made.

“Shall I put you out of your misery, love?” Hob questioned, his lips just barely brushing against yours while he stared into your flushed face.

“You better,” You snipped back, fingers curling into his waist line and jerking him closer. Hob could only chuckle further at your insistence, but did as you bade. He pulled back from you and quickly undid his belt. You wanted to watch as Hob discarded his trousers and brief, you really did… but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Hob’s molten chocolate ones. Even as Morpheus continually explored your body, running his lips along your soft flesh, kissing and worshipping it, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Hob’s. It was only when Hob hovered over you, his fingers tracing your face while Morpheus grabbed your hand to kiss your fingertips, that you blinked yourself back to the present. Your fingers clenched around cool pale ones. “You are going to wreck me.” You spoke weakly. Hob chuckled with a smirk.

“You’ve made it very hardto keep our distance, love,” Hob answered, trailing his free hand along your outer leg to your waist. Your breath hitched the moment you felt his body draped on yours. Warm. Muscular. Comforting. Not to mention your cunt was once again throbbing, probably because you could feel Hob’s hard cock pressing against your pulsating flesh. You pressed your hand against Hob’s cheek, fully appreciating just how beautiful he was.

“Fix that, then,” You ordered, lifting your lips to brush over his. Hob’s eyebrow rose in challenge, and he exchanged a brief look with Morpheus. Oh? Issuing orders already? Morpheus’ lips twitched as a silent conversation passed between him and Hob. You were correct to say that they were going to wreck you. Piece. By. Piece. So while Morpheus began pressing his lips against the forearm of the hand he held, Hob closed the gap between your lips.

His lips pushed against yours, urging them to part so he could sweep into your mouth and tangle his tongue with yours. You shuddered and slipped your fingers up his face to slide them into his hair. As you carded your fingers through Hob’s hair and grasped tighter to Morpheus’ fingers holding yours, Hob snaked his hand from your face and down your body. He certainly appreciated the way your body was sculpted. Plump and curvy. Slipping his hand along your inner thighs, Hob truly was delighted by the amount of wetness that still clung to your flesh.

At the barest of touches against your sensitive flesh, your hips bucked against Hob’s hand proceeded to crash against his cock. You raggedly moaned into Hob’s mouth as he nibbled on your lip. Morpheus’ sharp eyes lifted to your neck where he could see and feel your heart racing. It was a pity that your flesh was so devoid of love, of adoration, of reverence. He and Hob would be fixing that. So while Morpheus indulged his desire to adore your skin and feast on the small whimpers that slipped from your mouth, Hob dipped his hips to push his painful erection against your throbbing flesh.

You couldn’t help the physical jerk beneath Hob, nor the way you clenched your nails into Morpheus’ fingers. Gods he was so warm, so pleasurable. He wasn’t even in you yet. You gasped Hob’s name and pressed your forehead into his. Hob pressed several gentle kisses against your lips, refusing to rush into such an experience as finally having you. But then he was finally fulfilling his intimate desire, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt and indulging in the delicious sounds you made.

Softly moaning, you twisted your head towards Morpheus and pressed your face close. That exposed Hob to your neck, which he immediately pressed his lips into your skin, nearly groaning from how hot and silky your walls felt as he slowly pushed into you. Fingers grasping onto Morpheus just a little tighter, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks when Hob’s warm hips pressed against yours. Your fingers curled around Hob’s soft brown hair and you lightly bucked your hips, bumping them into Hob’s while breathing heavily. The Immortal sunk his teeth into your neck and pressed a hand down onto your hip.

“Patiences, love,” Hob softly growled at you, allowing his teeth to linger on your skin wanting. Morpheus chuckled, you had to resist smacking him with the hand he adored with his lips. Rolling your head, you glared at Hob, his full name poised on your tongue for reprimand. But before you could call him out, Hob withdrew his cock from your hot cunt only to thrust forwards and watch as you tensed and squirmed. The explosion of pleasure just from that one movement alone… That made a very pleased smirk appear on Hob’s face. “We’re in no rush.”

“Hob,” You complained, jerking within both men’s hold. They didn’t humor your complaint, Morpheus twisting your wrist to kiss the delicate inside while Hob lowered his mouth to your breast. He kissed your soft flesh, teasing one of your sensitive nipples with his tongue as he gently moved in and out of your body. The sweetest sounds emerged from your throat, feeding into the hunger of the two men both determined to draw out the most delectable and beguiling sounds from your lips.

Greedy were the immortal and Endless, marking your skin with their undying love… and yet every time you tried to seek more, you were put in your place.

Your back arched in reaction to Hob being a little more vicious with his thrusts, striking a place deep within your cunt that left lasting echoes of pleasure. You clenched around him, your walls rippling and grasping Hob’s cock. He moaned deeply, a shiver running up his spine. The moist flesh between your trembling thighs glistened in evidence when you got little glimpse of your skin. He slipped in and out all too easily now, hips gliding together while friction tore at the fringes of your sanity. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Pleasure was slashing at your control, but something, Hob most likely, was holding it hostage. Such a strong urge to let go, but you couldn’t.

“Hob, please,” you rasped, bucking and writhing, doing anything to let that building pleasure just go. Hob sucked on your breast, flicking his tongue across your overly sensitive nipple, marking your untouched skin, before exchanging a glance with Morpheus. Would they let you have it? Perhaps… but you’d have to beg.

“We do not think ourselves to be so cruel, but do you truly wish for such luxury, beloved?” Morpheus lightly questioned. You let out a frustrated whine, dragging your nails sharply through Hob’s hair. How could these two torture like this?? Hob chuckled at your noise of indignation and twisted his head to catch your lips. Lips branding yours, you moaned in further frustration, your nails now digging into Morpheus’ flesh as your abdominal muscles clenched.

The feeling of his cock within your body was now just raw. Your walls rippled and flexed, begging you for release of the building pleasure. Yet while you were floundering and shaking violently, Hob indulged in your sweet lips and clutched your cunt closer to his body.

“Let it go, my love,” Hob murmured against your buzzing mouth, anticipating what would only be a exquisite sight of you falling apart beneath him. Tears bit at the edges of your eyes and relieved that that agonizing pleasure wasn’t being held back anymore, you relaxed your body. In a shattering crescendo, your hips bucked and twitched against Hob’s as you came undone. A hoarse scream erupted from your lips as you buried your face into Hob’s shoulder. You could have sworn that you saw stars as you clutched your two lovers.

Body fully relaxing as your release slipped down your thighs, you moaned in place while barely feeling Hob and Morpheus kissing you. Then you softly groaned when Hob slipped from your body, and sighed as Morpheus leaned over to press a kiss against your forehead.

“You were magnificent, beloved,” The Endless murmured against your forehead, nuzzling you and giving your hand a squeeze.

“What? You think Hob fucking my brains out is a show?” You moaned, dragging your eyes open to stare up at the intense blue eyes hovering over yours.

“Hey! I did not fuck your brains out, love,” Hob complained, pinching your inner thigh and causing you to squawk in exclamation.

“Robert!”

“Not actually my name,” The immortal man cheekily reminded you with a devious grin. You rolled your eyes and slapped your free hand to his face, pointing a finger into his cheek.

“You know what I mean,” You grumbled, eye twitching at the mirth in his brown eyes.

“Love, if I were to fuck your brains out, you wouldn’t even know it because you’d be incoherent mess,”  Hob corrected you enjoying the way you groaned and slumped against the mattress.

“An enviable sight, surely,” Morpheus echoed and the two men shared a look. They’d have that beautiful scene eventually. You held up a hand and waved it at them.

“No, no,” You scolded them. “You got to have your turn, I want mine. No more touching me until I get it caspishe?” They glowered at you, not liking the idea that you would withhold yourself from them. “Got it?”

“Reluctantly,” Morpheus huffed while Hob groaned and eyed you. You gave him an expectant look and raised your eyebrow. He ultimately gave in.

“Okay, okay,” Hob agreed. You smiled pleasantly and wiggled your half numb legs back so you could sit up. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at Morpheus and pointed at him.

“You, take the rest of your clothes off,” You ordered, then you turned to Hob, who was staring at you with raised eyebrows. You gestured at him. “You, scoot, this bed is big enough for the three of us.”

“You dare give us orders?” Morpheus repeated, his voice dropping an octave. You fixed your eyes on the Endless.

“Did I stutter my love?” You said in challenge.

“Oh now you’ve done it,” Hob muttered, sitting next to you and kissing your shoulder. Morpheus’ eyes glowed bright silver for a moment, expressing his Endless power. Then he placed a knee on the bed and the rest of his clothes melted from his body and disappeared in a shower of stardust. Your breath caught in your chest for Morpheus, while you knew to be an incredibly beautiful being, had an entire body more glorious than even a god. Not just a nice chest. Hob was your warmth. Morpheus was your frost.

“You’re drooling love,”

“Shut up and let me drool,” Hob laughed and brushed his fingers down your arm as you inspected every inch of Morpheus. Oh how you wanted to worship both of them, but Morpheus? You were going to start with him. As Morpheus fully climbed on the bed, you reached for his arm and yanked him to you. You had him flat on his back beneath you while you straddled him in seconds, the Endless allowing whatever you wished.

“You’re feeling bossy,” Hob commented, you shot him a look before addressing Morpheus.

“Stay put, would you dear?” You purred to the Endless before planting a hand on Hob’s chest. As your nails slowly drew down Hob’s chest, you slowly moved your body down Morpheus’ and settled your eyes on his cock. As your right hand brushed Hob’s pubic hair, still damp with your release, you slipped your left around Morpheus’ cock and lowered your head. Both men groaned when your hand and mouth made their first ministrations and the sound was music to your ears.

You licked at Morpheus’ cock at first, wanting to acquaint yourself with it before diving in. Mouth swirling around pale cock, you allowed your right hand to dance along Hob’s cock. They both swelled beneath your touch, throbbing and aching for more of your addicting touch. Swirling your tongue, you sucked intermittently while coaxing pleasure from Hob with reckless abandonment. Morpheus slipped his fingers into your hair and wound the locks around his fingers. This was a devilish side of you that neither being had seen before.

Hob grunted as his cock strained in your hand, already taunted by your heavenly cunt. He hadn’t taken his own pleasure for he’d been entirely focused on yours. Pain and ecstasy mixed for he wanted nothing but to find his release… and yet he felt it wasn’t time. Not yet. So he chose to distract himself by kissing Morpheus, who didn’t hesitate to return such plundering desire.

You weren’t ignorant to the two beings taking their own pleasure from each other. But you weren’t above stirring the pot so to speak, so tightening your grasp on Hob’s cock, you enveloped Morpheus with your mouth. You took the Endless as deep as you could, forcing back the gags to hear the blissful deep moans and Hob’s soft cursing.

“You little devil!” Hob cursed you after ripping his mouth from Morpheus. They knew you had done that on purpose, and you giggled, the deep vibrations within your throat torturing the Endless with ecstasy.

“Y/N,” Morpheus spoke out darkly, his eyes flash. “Behave,” Fuck that. You sucked hard, easing your tongue along the length of Morpheus’ cock while stroking Hob at a faster pace. In return Morpheus sharply yanked on the strands within his grasp, both in ecstasy and warning for such cheek. “You test our limits, little one.”

You didn’t care, you were giving in to your intimate desires, tasting and feeling what you had dreamed about, lavishing what you had hungered for. The pain in your scalp would never be bad enough for you to ease your actions. But both beings were trembling under your grasp and mouth, and refused to find release anywhere but within you. So Morpheus put an end to your fun.

The Endless was ripping you off him in seconds, hands claiming your waist and pulling you up so you were straddling his throbbing and quivering cock, feeling just how worked up you made him. Hob brushed his lower lip with his thumb before lounging beside Morpheus, awaiting for what would come next. It would entirely be your decision.

“You interrupted my fun,” You stated, nostrils flaring as you glared at the Endless you were perched on. Morpheus was unperturbed by your sharp words and stroked your thigh.

“Beloved, there is something we wish to discuss with you before either of us find our pleasure.” Morpheus told you while Hob traced your thigh absentmindedly. You looked between them with a blank look, confused by the sudden seriousness.

“And that is…?”

“We both want to be in you when we come,” Hob chipped in, wondering if you were going to refuse. Your brain short circuited for a moment… they wanted to come in you… at the same time? That would only be possible if one of them took you in your ass. You quivered in place, slightly afraid of being hurt. You’d heard enough from your friends to know that if not done correctly, anal could hurt like a bitch and cause bleeding.

“I— I’ve never done…” You looked between them nervously. “It’s not that I’m opposed per se… but what if— what if you hurt me? I mean doesn’t that require a lot of prep and other stuff…” You trailed off the moment you caught Morpheus’ insulted look.

“You believe we would ever hurt you, beloved?” Morpheus questioned severely, deeply insulted that you would think such a thing from the beings that loved you most dearly. You flushed in place and curled your fingers into Morpheus’ chest.

“Well I don’t know,” You hoarsely snapped at him. “I’ve never tried it and my friends have had plenty to say about it! I don’t want to be bleeding out of my ass for days!” You were being moved once more, this time finding yourself perched onto of Hob’s warm body while Morpheus draped his body against your back, his lips brushing your ear.

“I would never cause such harm to you, beloved,” He whispered into your ear. “But we will not touch you if you do not wish for it.”

Staring into Hob’s reassuring and soft brown eyes, you internally sighed and found the courage to have them both. Placing your palm in the center of Hob’s chest, you raised your other to stroke Morpheus’ jaw.

“Please be gentle,” You quietly murmured, placing your trust in the being that you had fallen head over heels for.

“Always,” Morpheus softly spoke in your ear, his lips tickling you. Hob stroked your thighs gently.

“One word, love, that’s all you have to say to stop, okay?” Hob reassured you. You blinked at him and faintly smiled.

“I do trust you both, I’ve just— I’ve never tired it before and I do not want to be waddling around for a week because I broke my ass having sex.” You replied, wiggling you hips against Hob’s painful erection, he groaned and you giggled.

“I thought I told you to behave,” Morpheus warned, nipping your neck with a purr. Burying a hand in his hair, you twisted your head just enough to look at him with a smirk.

“I’ll behave when I so wish,” At your sassing words, Morpheus placed his hand against your back and pushed you forward so you had to use your forearms to catch yourself from face planting on Hob. Your faces were almost touching. Heat bloomed beneath your cheeks, heat that the immortal could feel. He liked that. With a smile on his lips, Hob cradled your face and pulled your mouth to his. He kissed you sweetly, distractingly, as his other hand grasped his aching cock and guided it to your soaked cunt.

A shudder went through you the moment he slid back into your body, a soft and subtle whine slipping free. Hob nipped at your lips, placing a hand on your hip and stroking your flesh. You sighed and brushed your fingers through Hob’s brown locks, shivering only lightly when Morpheus’ lips met your back. The endless continued to kiss your flesh while letting his power bloom. Ghost touches caressed your body, soothing your muscles and drawing you into a relaxed state. You didn’t know where that touch came from, Morpheus power most likely, but you did like the feeling.

It wrapped around your body, caressing you and slowly making its way across the curve of your ass. Your lips separated from Hob’s the moment that ghost caress slipped its way through your ass cheeks to caress your untouched ass. You straightened up enough to bump into Morpheus’ embrace. Both men halted their touch upon your body immediately, adhering to their absolute promise of stopping should you utter even a single syllable.

You were yet to be opposed, but the sensation was unlike anything you’d felt before and made a heightened tremor spark the nerves in your body. Fingers curling around black and brown hair, you dragged your fingers through Hob’s scalp while leaning your cheek into Morpheus’ head. The endless kissed your temple while the immortal pressed his lips to your forearm. You were soon feeling nothing but bliss, gently rocking on Hob’s cock while your virgin ass was coaxed into relaxation. Morpheus returned his mouth to your neck and gently placed kiss after kiss upon your flesh. Then he trickled his fingers down your side, enjoying the way you reacted, and gently caressed the curve of your behind.

“Do you enjoy having us wrapped around your finger, beloved?” Morpheus questioned silkily, drawing blood to the surface of your skin to leave a physical reminder of his ardor. Parting your lips to give a reply, you found yourself choking on your words as fingers delved into your untouched hole. You momentarily tightened your grasp in panic, expecting to feel pain from such a seemingly sudden stretch… but it never occurred. “I do not seek to harm or cause you pain.” The Endless reassured you. You let out the breath you had unconsciously been holding.

“Shouldn’t this be taking longer?” You softly aired, mind thinking back to your friends horror stories about how long it took just to take a small toy. Morpheus chuckled while Hob raised an eyebrow.

“Not when you have him, love,”Hob purred from beneath you, thoroughly enjoying just the feel of your hot and velvet walls wrapped around his cock. You didn’t even have to be moving or riding him for the immortal to experience pleasure. Eyes dropping to Hob, you arched an eyebrow at him.

“Have you two been having fun without me?” You accused, Hob smirked and Morpheus pushed his fingers further into your body while sinking his teeth into your neck. You made a noise in the back of your throat and sharply pulled on Morpheus’ hair. He was unfazed, greatly enjoying his quest to mark your physical being.

“I’m over six hundred years and he’s an Endless, love, we’ve been around the block,” Hob teased you, a merciless twinkle in his eye. You wanted to growl at the pair clearly enjoying teasing you as such, but at the same time you just wanted Morpheus in you already so you could have precious intimacy with the two that mattered most to you. Nothing else would have you closer to them, than having them both being inside you at the same time.

“Do you wish to continue?” Morpheus questioned, his cool body draping along your body until you were truly sandwiched between hot and cold. Turning your head, you looked into Morpheus’ eyes. The blue held several shimmering stars that burned brighter than Sirius.

“Haven’t said stop yet, have I?” You softly whispered, pulling your fingers free from midnight strands to caress his face. Morpheus took your face in hand and pulled your lips to his for a ravenous kiss, for what mortal could ever be as beautiful as you? So while the Endless kept you distracted and relaxed with mouth and power, he slowly guided his cock between your cheeks to press against your ass. You were surprised to feel a coolness surround your hole, but when you felt pressure and Morpheus easing into you, you let out a slow, drawn out moan.

You’d never felt so full before. Not once. Then again you’d never had a cock in your cunt and a cock in your ass at the same time. You shuddered and leaned back into Morpheus while slipping a hand to Hob’s chest, your fingertips pressing down. The immortal took your hand in his, leaving his other resting on your thigh. He’d let you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted to, you sure had a hard grasp now. But as Morpheus sank deeper and deeper into your body, his arms wrapping around your body, you never once felt uncomfortable.

Morpheus was entirely buried in your ass, holding onto your body delicately as he pushed back his desires to ruthlessly rut into your heavenly being. Over your shoulder, his sharp blue eyes met Hob’s intense brown ones. They both revered you, loved you, adored you, felt for you with their entirety… and now they were having you.

Hob started first, bucking his hips upwards, testing the waters with how much you were going to tolerate… he wasn’t expecting you to air out a mouthwatering, breathy, moan that afflicted the Endless to the point where all who dreamed this night would feel a rush of pleasure. Oh yes, they were far from hurting you, and you made that apparent when you wiggled your hips in an effort to get more friction. With a roll of your waist, you pushed down and outwards, enjoying the way your body stretched while being stimulated. Soon the bedroom was filled with soft moans and grunts as the two beings made love to you.

You clutched both of them, holding Hob’s hand tightly while grasping one of Morpheus’ arms around your waist. The muscles in your lower body were working overtime, extending and contracting while your nerves fired in waves of pleasure. Surely you were going to lose stamina all too quickly… But as minutes slipped by and muscles gave up, Hob and Morpheus took over. All you had to do was think about the excruciating pleasure that was rippling throughout your body.

You certainly wouldn’t last long, not with Morpheus thrusting his cock into you and fingers toying with your clit, not with Hob making sure that he went as deep as possible every time your hips rose and fell. Head falling onto Morpheus’ shoulder, you rasped for oxygen in between whines, legs beginning to tremble in anticipation for a third orgasm. Morpheus could feel you attempting to fight off the ecstasy, trying to extend the pleasure for both you and the men. The hand he was pressed against your stomach slipped up to your throat and he pressed his lips against your jaw, feeling your pulse race.

“Do not hold back, beloved,” He growled, feeling angered that you would so selflessly put your own pleasure aside for theirs. You had already abstained from their love long enough, that ended now. “Relent to your pleasure, allow the visceral ecstasy to consume you so that you may truly feel the ardor of our beings.”

The shaking in your body had made it to your upper body as well, exacerbating the sensations Morpheus and Hob were feeling. Oh you were so close. Your whimpers and violent shaking were plenty of evidence. They just had to coax you into letting go. Glossy eyes staring at the ceiling, your chest ached from breathing so hard and stars were beginning to bloom within your eyes. Your body burned and you ultimately bowed to pleasure.

Coming in quivering waves, you held onto your lovers in a white knuckled hold, body gripping the cocks deep within you. Hob grunted, his eyes staring at you with such proudness as you fell apart, liquid heat flooding from your body and smearing the base of both cocks. Morpheus continued to support you as you went slack, close to his own pleasure. Hob gave his Endless lover a gloating look, for it was always a running challenge on who could outlast the other. They liked to prolong their brief and coveted intimate moments. Yet right now it was clear that you were at your limit, barely holding on. They wouldn’t be so cruel to you, not now. Hob came first, having been tortured already by your divine cunt. He took pleasure in filling you with his seed in a primal claiming, finally sating years of longing. Morpheus was not that far behind. His hips faltered in their firm thrusts against your ass, and with one last far gentler thrust, he found his release.

You were a moaning mess, wobbling in place and only held up by Morpheus’ embrace. Hands stroked your skin, but you were too far gone to figure out who was responsible for the delightful strokes. It didn’t really matter in the end. Bodies shifted and sated sigh departed your lips as they slipped from your body, carefully maneuvering you onto your side and laying on either side of you. Lazily blinking your eyes back open while feeling liquid seeping from your cut, you momentarily wondered if Morpheus’ seed would remain in your body. Fuck, that was kind of hot. You groggily stared at Hob.

“You didn’t break `ma ass, but I lost `ma legs,” You mumbled as an arms slipped over your waist and Morpheus pressed himself to your back once more. He then buried his face into your neck while sliding his fingers through your own.

“I’m sure you will find them come morning,” The Endless murmured to your, placing a few more kisses against your marked neck for good measure. Hob leaned over and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Get some rest, love, you’ve had an exciting day.” That was the understatement of the century. It wasn’t every day you graduated from a PhD program and then slept with the two beings you had crushed on for the longest time, every day. So you softly huffed in agreement before closing your eyes and slipping to sleep. It felt rather nice to be sandwiched between Hob and Morpheus.

Date Published: 7/29/23

Last Edit: 7/29/23

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[sleepy3012]

Guys I have two ideas for a fanic

1) Nicky's parents die in a murder while he was at school and goes for adoption, and the Peterson family Adopts him

Or

2)Delroy's only family his aunt dies and gets adopted by the mayor

The one with the most votes wins and the votes that have less I will do after the frist