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surielstea · 2 months ago

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Nobody’s Soldier

Eris Week 2024, day 5: War

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Lieutenant!Reader

Summary: In which Reader and Eris spend their night before the war together going over battle plans, and distracting themselves from the bloodshed with other tactics.

A. Note: Sorry this is so short!! I wanted it to be longer but, It’s mostly smut anyway ;)

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I drew in a sharp breath as I stared down at the map of Prythian, pawns of eight different colors sprawled across it.

The seven courts all gathered on one side, and Hybern in stark black marching from the west.

I groaned, my head pounding as Eris and I went over strategies for the umpteenth time that night.

Eris wrapped his arms around my shoulders, hugging me from behind and pulling me into his chest. I melt into his touch, craning my neck back to look up at him. "Where will I and my squadron be sectioned?" I ask in a tired murmur.

Eris's brows bunch and he looks down at me. "You're not fighting in this war." He shakes his head. I pull away from him, turning around to face him with confusion etched along my face.

"What do you mean I'm not fighting in this war?" My lip curls slightly.

"I'm your general, and I'm commanding you to stay off the field, what's not to understand?" He arches a manicured brow and I scowl.

"Eris I'm a Lieutenant, one of your best fighters," I state. "You cannot take me out of this war simply because you wish to keep me safe." I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes, I can." He states, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And I will, selfish or not you are my mate and I will not allow you to put yourself in danger." He frowned, the expression making my gut twist.

I stare at him in disbelief. "I'm a soldier, it's my job to protect this court. You cannot seriously think to keep me from fighting in our wars." I protest, stepping forward, craning my neck up at him, and snarling.

"I'm not sending you out there just to risk losing you to some war that wasn't even ours to begin with." He matched my tone.

"But it is ours. It always has been. If Hybern wins this war do you think he'll have mercy on us? That he'll even remember us?" I narrow my eyes on him and he grits his teeth, his expression unwavering. He did not speak, but he did not falter either.

"Gods, Eris if I knew accepting the mating bond meant that you'd keep me from the battlefield then I never would have—" I begin to say, but I didn’t get the chance to finish because suddenly my wrists were pinned back against the wall and Eris was flush against me, baring his teeth.

"I'd advise you don't finish that sentence if you know what's best for you." He warned a low growl rumbling from his chest that sent shivers down my spine.

"I could save lives that would be lost if I wasn't there. Lives, Eris, your men." I persisted, my voice softer but not weak.

"And jeopardize yours in the process? Call me a selfish and blinded bastard if you want, but if you were to get hurt? It would destroy me." He confessed, his voice dropping into a more intimate, sacred place, one that he only let me hear.

"Then you cannot fight either," I mutter sourly, despite my heart aching to agree, to tell him I’d do whatever he wanted if it meant we could stop arguing.

He barks a laugh at that, the sound clipped and lacking the warm amusement his laughter often had. "I am the general, I am an heir, I must fight and it is not my choice." He explained, and even if I already knew, it hurt to hear that it was not up to him whether he fought or not. "But I can save you, I can keep you safe at the very least, that, that will always be my choice." He steels his features.

"You're such a hypocrite." I scowl.

"I don't care, you are to stay here where I know you will be safe and that is final." His voice did not waver, the male I was looking at was a future High Lord, the General of Autumn's armies.

"And if they siege on this tower and slit my throat before you even get the chance to return to me?" I suggest and his brows bunch as if the thought alone brought him more grief than he could stomach.

"Gods, my darling can't you just stop being stubborn, just this once?" He asked, his voice teetering on a pleading.

"No, because I cannot sit here locked in this tower while you're out there in danger," I say. "If you fall Eris," I swallow, struggling to get the words out. "If you fall and I'm not there to say goodbye one last time, I will never forgive you or myself." I knew he only was looking after my best interest and safety, but he needed to realize that this would tear me apart as much as it would to him if our roles were reversed.

"So please, if you cannot stay behind too, then let me come with you." I was not above begging, I would, and if he still didn’t permit me to join his forces I would find a way to fight beside him anyway.

He seemed to recognize that, and ever so slowly he closed his eyes and let out a deep heavy sigh, one of forfeit— and I know, that I’ve got him under lock and key. "On one condition." He seethes and I suppress the smirk on my face.

I simply raise a brow, waiting for him to go on.

"You stay away from the front lines, you do not go into the heat of the battle unless it's completely necessary." He pauses. "Your squadron's goal will be to maintain your safety, if you try to do some self-sacrificing bullshit they have permission to knock some damned sense into you, do you hear me?" He snarled, the General looking down his nose at me.

I let my wild grin form over my features. "Yes sir." I nod, biting into my lower lip and tugging at my wrists, which he still had pinned above my head.

"Swear it." He growled, not letting my arms loose until I did so and I rolled my eyes.

"I swear on the Mother Herself. I agree to your stupid requests, and will not step foot on the front lines or self-sacrifice." I grumble.

"Good." He removes his hold from my wrists and I immediately slither my hands around the nape of his neck. "You mean everything to me, I can't lose you." He said softly, wrapping his arms around my waist securely. I lay my head against his chest, hugging me tightly.

"I know, trust me, I know," I whisper, knowing I’d react far worse if I was in his position.

I silently absorb every detail of this moment, attempting to commit the warmth of his embrace to memory, the cinnamon and clove scent of him, the reassuring feeling of his muscular arms wrapped around me. But most importantly, the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing. I don't know what I'd do if either of those things ever stopped. I tightened my arms around him at the thought.

Slowly, his hands run up my sides, past my shoulders and arms, and intertwine our fingers.

He silently pulls me to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and guiding me into his lap, straddling his hips. He looked at me with both fear and desire swirling in his amber irises, and reverence behind it. I smiled softly and cupped his face in my palms, remaining silent as I pressed gentle kisses down his jaw.

He moved, his lips connecting with my neck, his touch worshipping as he pulled me against him, holding me for a moment, taking solace in the warmth and comfort that bloomed when we touched.

He trails his lips down the column of my throat to my collarbone, he nips slightly at the skin, then sucked and bit and licked at it, leaving a purple mark on the area. “Having one more night with you before we leave for the camps is torture." He grunted against my freshly branded skin.

"Why’s that?" I ask, my hand going into his hair. His touch increased into a more urgent, possessive need.

"Because I could spend an eternity worshipping every bare inch of you, but I'm sanctioned only a night." He explained. "I plan to memorize you, every dip, every curve, every damned inch of you." He said softly against my skin and I smiled as his hands slipped beneath my nightgown, gripping the bare skin of my hips, and when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any undergarments he only smirked against my skin, biting at the love mark softly. “Gods, you’re good to me.” He groaned and I grinned, winding my hips over his.

He couldn’t quite contain himself anymore and flipped us over, my head falling into the pillows, legs falling open as he moved between them. He made quick work of my nightgown, pulling it off and discarding it onto the floor. "I want to burn the memory of you into my mind,” He professed, his mouth ravenous as he kissed down the valley of my breasts. “To be able to remember your scent,” He went on, my hand gripping his hair as he traveled further south. “Your touch,” His breath was hot against my lower abdomen as he neared where I craved him most. “Your taste." My mate purred, his tongue darting out and licking a long stripe from my entrance all the way to my clit.

"Eris," I gasped, my back arching as he attached his wicked mouth to that bundle of nerves, sucking on it.

"That’s what I want to remember most of all, the sound of you moaning my name,” He said, his words half a groan. “I never want to forget that." He pressed a gentle kiss to my pulsing cunt and my breath hitched. “You going to be good for me?” He asked and I nodded, eager to feel him. “Answer me,” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” I murmured and his canines brushed over my folds, a low growl sounding from him in reaction to my obedience, and the nickname, it always sent him spiraling when I called him that.

He mercifully didn’t drag the foreplay on for much longer, his lips sealing around my clit while two of his fingers trailed around my entrance, dripping in my arousal before dipping in and stretching me out.

I mewled at the feeling, his name the only thing on my lips as he worked me up towards my release. He was going to be the death of me if he kept this up. His fingers curved inside of me, toying with that sweet spot that made my vision blur and my breath hitch. His tongue mimicked the movement of his hand and my legs jolted, a clear sign that my release was steadily approaching. How was he so damned good at that?

He chuckled darkly against my most sensitive area, the sound sending reverberations up my spine. “You already close, baby?” He taunted and I nodded, eager to reach that beckoning, all-consuming peak. “How adorable,” His teasing remark elicited a whine from me and I tugged at his hair, beyond words.

He returned to my neglected clit, his fingers still pumping in and out of me as I barreled towards my climax.

“Come on my tongue,” He said, an order from a General. His tone alone made me release a slew of moans, my back bowing into the mattress as I gripped his hair. He groaned at the feeling of me pulling on his fiery red locks.

“Eris,” His name was a prayer on my lips, like he was a damned God and only he could grant me the pleasure I so desperately desired. At the sound, he bit at my clit and I gasped, my hands loosening as my release crashes into me in rolling waves of pleasure, casting down my spine to my core where he helped me ride it out.

He pulled away after a few more swipes of his tongue through my stimulated folds. He kissed back up my stomach, through my breasts. Every kiss was deliberately made as if he couldn’t forget how each inch of my skin felt on his lips.

I fisted his hair and brought him up hurriedly, my lips crashing against his, tasting myself on him. "I want you engraved into me, permanently." He whispered and my heart melted at his dedication, his loyalty. “My girl,” He murmured softly and I knew he was only saying what was on his mind, too caught up in his thoughts to realize he was even speaking aloud.

“I’m yours,” I say, cupping his jaw. “And you’re mine,” I grin wildly. He nods, a love-drunk look on his face.

“Body and soul,” He agreed while leaning closer, capturing my lips in another fierce kiss. His hips rut down onto my glistening cunt and I groaned at the feeling of the clothed bulge in his pants rubbing against me. He takes advantage of the sound I make because it allows his tongue to slip into my mouth, hungrily exploring with it.

His hands roam my body, his touch claiming yet reverent. One of his hands comes to my hip, pinning it in place to stop my writhing while the other gropes my peaked breast, his thumb swiping over the sensitive bud.

“Eris,” I moan, my back forming a crescent as he grinds his hips over mine again. “Please, I need you inside of me,” I beg, my hands moving from his hair to his shoulders, muscles shifting under my touch as he adjusted, pulling his pants off and whatever was beneath them fervently.

I writhe but his hand tightens at my hip, fingers singing and digging into my soft skin. “Stay still for me, can you do that for me?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur and he smiles down at me, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips, the touch so intimate.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his cock aligning with my drenched cunt, dripping down onto his length.

“You alright?” He asks, his breath mingling with mine.

“Yes, please Eris make me feel good,” I consent and he smiles, all he needed to hear before he pushed the wide head of his cock into my cunt.

He groaned as I stretched around him, my elastic walls adjusting to his thick length. “Gods, you’re so tight baby,” He grunted through clenched teeth, attempting to reign in his composure and stop himself from ramming into me full force. “Taking me so well, atta girl,” He purred, pushing in deeper and deeper, and when I was certain I was full and couldn’t take any more, he pushed in one last inch. His face contorted into a mix of pleasure and restraint as he looked down at where we connected. My wet, puffy cunt wrapped around him so perfectly.

Ever so slowly, he began to move, his hips adjusting so he was pulling out and with each gentle thrust he would slowly go deeper, grow rougher until I was used to the stimulation and all my pain morphed into pure pleasure.

“Eris,” I mewled, my head tossing back into the pillows as I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, beginning to pound into me at a fast pace.

His abdomen contracts with every push and pull of his hips, his back flexing as I clawed my nails down it, leaving marks that he’d proudly display until they faded and he’d have me give them to him again.

His pace somehow increased into something animalistic, primal. His hand on my hip slithered up to my stomach, his palm splayed across the area and he gently, slowly pushed down.

I gasped as I felt him deeper, every ridge and vein of his length rubbing against my walls. I looked down, able to see exactly where he was inside of me as he continued pushing in and out of me. I moaned at the lewd sight, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I dug my nails into his porcelain skin.

“You see that?” He purrs, staring exactly at what I was. “That’s how deep I am inside of you, stretching you out so you fit me, and only me,” He said, his words claiming and possessive as he continued to mold me onto his cock so no other male could derive the same pleasure from me that he could, not that I’d ever want anyone else to. I mewled at the idea of only being able to receive pleasure from him, my general, my mate. No one else, not even my own fingers.

“You like that, baby?” He smiled, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear. “I do, Sir,” I nod with a pleasure drunken smile across my lips. His cock twitched as I clench around him, signaling that he was nearing his release.

“You close baby? I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” He warned and I nodded, my hands going to the nape of his neck.

“I’m—” My legs jolt. “So close,” I gasp out, my breath hitching and gaze shuddering.

“Look at me, I want to watch while you unravel on my cock,” He said with a feral, untamed grin that sent me reeling.

With one last roll of his hips, I met my second release of many that night. My orgasm took me full throttle, my vision growing fuzzy as heat washed down me. I clench tightly around me as I find my undoing, spurring him into his own release, his warm cum seeping into my cunt and filling every crevice, pumping me full. He bit at my shoulder as he groaned, our separate ecstasies coming together, longing in the air between us as we both rode our highs, his hips still rutting into me, much slower and relaxed now.

He grunts as he pulls out, it took effort, I had been milking him dry with how tightly I was clenched around him.

He let out a sigh, our pants filling the silent room, the fire crackling in the hearth that he must’ve absentmindedly lit in the midst of his pleasure.

He sank into the mattress beside me, his movements slow yet still carrying so much power to them.

“Aren’t you going to clean me up?” I hum the teasing remark tiredly, flipping onto my side to face him.

“You think we’re done?” He arched a brow, his hand coming to my bare hip and pulling me over him so my legs were spread over his hip. “I have one more night with you until this war is over, you’re a fool if you think we’re spending any of it sleeping.”

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months ago

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what about sev and reader meeting little fucker'd girlfriend's parents?

sevika it's like "im killing your daughter if she hurts my baby" and then one of the parents it's like "no, im killing your daughter if she hurts my daughter" and then sevika just shrugs like "yeah that's fair"

this is just so funny i'm such a sucker for family fics heheh

men and minors dni

your daughter's been dating her girlfriend for two years now, and in the fall they'll be going off to college together, so you and sevika figured it was time to bite the bullet and meet her parents.

it's not that you don't want to. it's just that... your family is definitely a lot for those not as used to it as smooches is (smooches is the nickname the twins came up with for little fucker's girlfriend-- because of all the kisses the two are always sharing) and smooches comes from a quiet family.

she's an only child, both of her parents are super smart lawyer types-- and you and sevika both worry that they'll take one look at your home (currently in disrepair because the twins are going through a 'science experiment' phase) and your family (whose love language is teasing and squabbling) and they'll decide that their daughter actually shouldn't be spending so much time with her girlfriend and family. which would break both of your hearts, because as much as you tease little fucker and smooches--your daughter's girlfriend is basically your family now.

she's over for dinner more nights than not, she spends the night on weekends, and the twins adore her.

so, you're all trying to be on your best behavior at dinner tonight. (trying being the key word, because there are just some familial duties that even the best behavior cannot stop.)

stinkerbutt goes around the table at the restaurant and pulls out each chair for the adults, helping push in smooches' dads in with some help from her twin, kissing you and sevika's cheeks sweetly when she pushes you two up to the table.

shithead very politely stacks all your dishes and glasses together between bread, appetizers, and after dinner-- ensuring the table is easy to clear for the waitresses and there's more room for everyone to spread out.

you and sevika exchange pleasentries with mr. and mr. smooches, asking them about work and drama on the pta at the girls' high school-- and you even get some friendly banter going when it's revealed that sevika and one of smooches' dads' share favorite television shows. they spend about fifteen minutes gushing to each other about the writing while you and smooches' remaining dad roll your eyes fondly-- both happy they're not talking to you about the nerdy shit for a change.

there's not one stain on any of your sort-of matching outfits-- little fucker wanted to look like a unit so she insisted you all wear blue-- and you're under the impression that you've made it through the night with out incident.

you're wrong.

but, surprisingly, it isn't your family that starts it tonight.

"i have to say something." mr. smooches mumbles at the end of the night as you're waiting for dessert to be brought to the table.

"babe--" his husband responds, in that same placating tone you recognize from how often you use it on sevika. "it's been such a nice night."

"pops please don't." smooches groans from her seat beside him.

still, mr. smooches clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine before speaking.

"you all are a lovely family," he begins while his daughter groans and hides her face behind her hands, "and i am so grateful my daughter's found someone who loves her so much-- and someone whose family loves her too..." you all wait in tense silence for him to continue.

"but?" little fucker asks.

"but it is my duty as a father to tell all of you that if my daughter is ever hurt-- physically or emotionally-- i do know lawyers who can make murder charges disappear." he says with a shrug.

you raise an eyebrow at his husband, impressed, and he groans and buries his own face in his hands-- just like his daughter.

beside you, sevika bursts into laughter and smacks his back. "i didn't think you had it in you!" she cackles.

"what do you mean?" smooches asks from between her dads, her mortification lessening at sevika's reaction.

"i've been watchin' your old man try to work up the courage to threaten us all night."

"it wasn't a threat! it was just a fun fact about myself i wanted to share." smooches dad says with a growing smile. sevika cackles.

"well, here's a fun fact about our family-- together i think we've got, what was it babe? twenty three?"

"twenty four." you fill in for sevika. sevika grins and kisses your cheek.

"twenty four cousins in prison, so, y'know. we probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the charges, but we'd definitely know how to handle the bodies." she says with a shrug.

the table bursts into laughter, and mr. smooches reaches across the table to give sevika a solid handshake.

you and his husband sit back and watch with fond amusement as your daughters attempt to sneak away from the table without anybody noticing.

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yuri-is-online · 7 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker Intro Text/Notes

When the world is collapsing around you... Whose hand will you take?

It appears that whoever is asking this question is lighting a mesmer match, and blows it out just before we transition to the character select screen. The voice actor feels to me like the MC's, implying she could be asking this question of and using the match on herself.

Since Ancient times, humans have gathered around fires, fearing the fall of an eternal night. Yet they cannot help but peer into the shadows that hide in old places and pool in empty streets. Foolishly they yearn for it-- For the unknown that lies beyond the edge of darkness.

As this text plays the MC is running through a burning building that seems like it is the school's main hallway.

The following text does not change no matter what dialogue option you pick:

Frostheim

Luca

"I'm sorry... Yet again I have failed to protect the people most important to me... Please don't make that face. This is the only path left."

Jin

"We were just playing out a fixed match. And I was nothing but a figurehead all along... There's no time left. Get out of here. That's my final order to you."

Tohma

"Just look at the state of your hair. You really ought to go get tidied up. You simply cannot help but stick your nose in everywhere, can you?* I'm counting on you to handle the fallout."

*this is said fondly, he's not actually upset

Kaito

"I really was weak and useless all the way to the bitter end, huh? I'm sorry. I'm probably just delaying the inevitable, but... this is all a guy like me can do, you know?"

Vagastrom

Sho

"What're you doing here? Geez... What am I supposed to do, huh? I'm the only guy for the job. Pfft... what's with that face? At least send me off with a smile. Well... it's been a fun ride. Thanks for everything.*"

*Sho refers to the MC as senpai when addressing them

Alan

"Don't come any closer. I don't want to hurt you any more... Time's up. Sorry..."

Leo

"Life sucks and then you die, right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it. Gross, don't make that face at me. You think I'm suddenly pathetic enough to be moved by your ugly crying?"

Jabberwock

Towa

"Heh heh... ♪"*

Haru

"Gahaha! Why the long face? Head on back now. Everything's gonna be just fine.* I just couldn't do it in the end. Couldn't protect my home, or you guys, or anything at all..."

*this first part is said very upbeat before transitioning into a very defeated sounding, quieter tone. almost like he is talking to himself while still addressing mc

Ren

"This is exactly why I didn't want to do this! I knew this was how it was gonna end! What am I even doing here? This is all your fault..."

Sinostra

Ritsu

"I see you've guessed my intention. It's of little consequence. I suggest you get as far from here as you can. Father... I was unworthy to be your son. I hope you can forgive me."

Taiga

"Gyahaha! Time to cash in your chips! Guess this while thing was just a busted flush*, huh? Tell me something, would you? What could I have done different to change this outcome?"

*poker term, also slang for "a promising person or thing that turns out to be unsuccessful"

Romeo

"Tch. What do you want? Coming up here now... you're just getting in my way! I've got one last job for you. Tell everyone I looked flawless in my final moments."

Hotarubi

Haku

"Sorry. Guess I couldn't be the guy you wanted me to be. Ha. Ha... Don't look at me like that. Never lost faith in me, did you?*"

*it's brief, but I think I caught him thanking the MC. Also he's got some serious crazy eyes as he falls...

Subaru

"This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do... Please take this as my final act of good faith."

Zenji

"Ha ha... All the greatest literary masters departed this world before their time. I won't be leaving a masterpiece behind... but if I can save you, and our friends, I could ask for nothing more."

Obscuary

*this dorm is missing two students at the time of writing

Rui

"Ha ha... You found me! Geez, are you in love with me or something? Hey now. Don't think about trying to grab my hand. Just be happy enough for the both of us, ok?"

Mortranken

Yuri

"It's all going up in flames... all of my research... the fruit of my blood, sweat, and tears! Ha... HA HA! AH HA HA! AH HA HA HA!! Goodbye Mama..."

Jiro

"There's no coming back from this. I will struggle until it's over though. Dying always looks like it hurts. I hope I can save you at least, but don't get your hopes up. Bye."

at this point, the character will jump off the balcony the were standing on, some will reach out to the MC (Towa really looks like he is) other just kind of let the arm hang (Zenji committing to the noble sacrifice and Leo you fucking bitch-) The screen will then go black...

Please someone tell me... Where did we go wrong?

#tokyo debunker #right lots of thoughts #mostly about alan/tohma/haku/and subaru

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freyito · 1 year ago

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I'm in that 'damn I'm too feminine guess I'll die' phase right now, pretty sure it happens monthly, so, I was wondering if I could ask for Liu Kang with a ftm reader who's normally happy just crashing down one day, specifically because they think they're too feminine for people to perceive them as a guy?

Thank you for writing such amazing stuff btw!! :D

anon, you saved me. you SAVED ME. ive been in such a mood and ive been wanting to write something comforting!!! but i havent been able to think of a prompt and i didnt really have the energy for anything in my inbox. and then you BLESSED me with this absolute banger of a request oh em gee.

and don't worry, you're not alone either anon, im also lowkey goin thru it. twinsies!!!! letting you know, from a very feminine (androgynous, but apparently i seem fem aligned) trans man, its okay to feel this. there really is no definition to masculinity and you are a man regardless of what people say!

added some bonus characters for myyyy self indulgence if you don't mind

cw: male reader, ftm, just fluff, implied romantic relationships w/ all, proofread

ʟɪᴜ ᴋᴀɴɢ (ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏɴᴜꜱᴇꜱ) + ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

-Liu Kang...

is almost disheartened at the sudden change of behavior. Just the other day you had been so vibrant, bringing color, a certain tone to the world. Something even he didn't think was possible. When he had met you, he was smitten. With your positivity, your optimism, and above all else, you.

To find you, quiet, sullen, hiding from him, it was heartbreaking. The absence of your voice and your light was something that very clearly rubbed off on him.

Finding out you've broken because you do not feel yourself, because you cannot look in the mirror without seeing the man you aren't, it fills him with sorrow. Because, he sees you as a man, regardless. He always will, and it will never change.

To be honest, he's quite unsure how to comfort you. He's by your side, reassuring you that you are masculine, that he and many, many others see you as a man. And he wants to make sure you see that. The best he can be is sympathetic, it hurts that he can't necessarily understand you on a deeper level.

However, that does not change how he sees you. Nothing defines masculinity, nor what makes a man in his eyes. Even as a god, he believes there really is no definition to anything, aside from what you make it.

He lets you know exactly that. There is nothing in the world that could change his mind, no insecurity- no matter how big- you find will ever change his view of you.

-Kuai Liang...

originally thinks you are playing a game with him. So suddenly, you disappear. He looks for his sunshine around every corner, every closet, any possible hiding place he can think of. You are the light of his life, your shining brilliance cannot be matched.

So when he finds you sulking in your room, hiding, back turned from him and the world, suddenly concern eclipses his light. The pit in his stomach forms, ever expanding with worry.

Hiding because you do not see yourself as... yourself. You can almost hear his heart shatter. You are afraid other people see this, too. That you are not a man in anyone's eyes.

At first, he believes someone had put this through your head. Someone had told you this, had made you feel this way. And the fire burned within him, something telling him to find whoever had said this to you. Yet, when he finds out it is simply you perceiving everyone else's looks towards you like this, his mind slows down.

Kuai insists you are wrong. His usually calm temper replaced by him adamantly denying that you are seen as anything else. You are a man, regardless. He has never seen you as anything else but one.

Knowing you put yourself down this this claws at him, he partially feels guilty. But he puts in the effort to make you feel exactly like who you are, to bring your radiant light back into his life again.

-Johnny Cage...

can't stand loosing your positivity, your light is an ever-burning warmth that keeps him rather grounded, despite his wit and charm.

He's plunged into sudden darkness when he wakes up to you with your back turned to him, pushed as far away as possible at the edge of the bed. In an instant, it feels like his whole world is ripped away from him.

But, he's determined to make sure it isn't, and he begins with the questioning almost immediately. This was the quickest you've ever seen him wake up. And to find the reason you've pushed yourself away from him is because you don't see yourself how he sees you, and that you are ashamed- no, no. He can't have that.

Johnny cuts you off immediately, showering you and pampering you with affirmations. He does not allow you any room to let your mind twist your identity. He makes it known that you are a man, he sees you as a man, everyone sees you as a man.

He's serious, too. All traces of the signature Cage tone are wiped out, his voice soft, yet heavy. He doesn't let you, not even for a second, get back into your dysphoric mind-space. He tries, real hard, anyways.

Johnny only lets up when he finally sees even a potential smile on your face. And once he's so sure he's affirmed your gender,- and you've affirmed yourself- he's back to his over-the-top persona, bathed in wit and perhaps even a little bit of pride.

#*ੈ✩ freyito #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #liu kang x reader #liu kang x male reader #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x male reader #scorpion x reader #scorpion x male reader #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x male reader #mk1 x reader #mk1 x male reader #mk x reader #mk x male reader

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angelsanarchy · 5 months ago

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What It Cost: Samuel Lafferty x Y/N Mini Series PRT 06

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Y/n had noticed Sara pushing her away after she recovered from illness. She asked her repeatedly had she done something wrong but she always just brushed it off as if nothing had happened. She desperately wanted to ask Samuel about it but he had been too wrapped up in Dan's new venture into running for County Sheriff.

Most of the family supported the run but Y/n much like Brenda and a few quiet others knew that running on a libertarian no tax bid wasn't even going to get him on the ballot.

The last time she got to have a conversation with Samuel, he was short with her and distracted. He blew her off a few times so she decided to stop wasting his time. It wasn't until the town parade that Dan was featured in that he approached her.

"Hey, I hear you did the float. It looks nice." Y/n shook her head.

"Thank you. The girls helped." She kept her eyes on the parade and Samuel bumped her shoulder.

"Everything okay? You seem...distant." Samuel seemed concerned.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired from putting the float together but I fully plan to go to bed early once I get home tonight. After meeting with your father of course." Samuel's attention was caught.

"What meeting with my father? He hasn't mentioned-

"He has found a member of the church he wishes me to meet. He thinks we would make a perfect couple. Who knew your father was a real matchmaker." Samuel's jaw clenched.

"He's hardly a matchmaker. More like overbearingly controlling of who is allowed into our family and who isn't." Samuel had a ton of disdain in his tone as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I think he's just being kind. Him and your mother aren't big fans of me getting my own little apartment. They worry about me being by myself in the evenings." Y/n felt Samuel's eyes on her.

"Do you find you get scared alone in the evenings?" Samuel asked earning a shrug.

"It would be nice to know someone was there to protect me if I needed it." Samuel moved to be in Y/n's eyeline.

"Do you not trust me to protect you?" He almost looked offended.

"Samuel, you are not mine to turn to for protection. You have a wife and a hoard of children you must protect." She chuckled trying to lighten the tension but he wasn't phased.

"I can still be there to protect you until you fall asleep and go home after-

"Samuel, you cannot give me what I want. Maybe I was a fool in thinking you could but maybe this match that your father has will set me up to have what you have with Sara." Samuel pulled Y/n to the side, away from the others and she finally looked him in the eyes.

He was something she had never seen before. He was hurt and worried.

"What can't I give you? I will give you anything you want Y/n. Please just tell me what that is." He pleaded.

"I want a family of my own. I want a husband I can wake up to every morning. I want a baby that's a creation of love and all things good so that they can be raised in this community without knowing what loneliness ever is. I want a love I can call my own." She explained as Samuel nodded.

"I can give you those things. I know I can." Samuel took her hand not bothering to notice anything that was happening around them. He took her behind the building where the was a small alcove that hid them from the rest of the world for just a moment.

"You want to have my baby? I will give you a baby. I will give you all the babies you want." Samuel kissed her neck and Y/n let her eyes roll back as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Samuel-"

"Please, don't let go of the idea of us. I want you more than anything and I know once Dan talks with the others, they will all get on board with plural marriage. I want nothing more than to make you my own. You just have to be patient, please." Samuel sounded so anxious as he begged. Y/n had never seen this side of him. She reached to the front of his slacks and he immedately started to pull his cock out, picking her up off her feet and allowing her to push her panties aside for him to enter her.

They knew they had to be quiet in their lustfull acts as they were still in public. Samuel fucked into her hard and Y/n felt her back scrape against the brick.

"I want you so badly. I want to make you my wife and have four little girls and four little boys." Samuel whined as he he held his hand over Y/n's mouth to conceal her moans.

"Oh Samuel. I love you so much. I want that with you. I want to feel your babies growing inside of me." Y/n whimpered. Samuel's sweat collected on his forehead as he grew closer to cumming.

"Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when I pump my seed into you." Sam forced his hips harder and harder until he finally released inside of her. Y/n's jaw dropped and felt his hips stutter as his cum filled her cunt and dribbled down her skin.

Samuel released her legs slowly and put his fingers inside of her as if to keep his cum in place. He rested his head against her shoulder and she put her hand on his face.

"You love me?" Samuel breathed with a smile.

"Of course I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you Samuel Lafferty." She chuckled stroking his cheek.

"I love you too..very much. I want nothing more than to please you." Samuel kissed her sweetly fixing her skirt and adjusting himself back in his slacks.

"Do you really think you'll be able to stay with me one of these nights?" Y/n asked hopeful. Samuel nodded his head.

"I will do my very best. Besides...we've got to spend more time trying to make a baby." Samuel kissed her once more before they looked each other over to walk from the alcove to join the family. Y/n watched Samuel the rest of the evening and hoped for a beautiful future with him.

#TV Shows: Under the Banner of Heaven #under the banner of heaven #Samuel Lafferty #Samuel Lafferty x Y/n #What it Cost series #What it Cost #Mini Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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woundlingus · 7 months ago

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Colour Grading, Insincerity, and Loki is right and Gabriel is wrong; a Lokiel Meta

It’s the big gun, it’s the mother lode of me ripping apart Unfinished Business frame by frame to feed my shipping and laying out all my thoughts on the matter clearly as can be so maybe I can sway some people sitting on the fence or at least give some context to those who see my posts and go “wtf” because they’re not viewing this through the lens of my insanity. Want to know why these guys haunt me? Here;

Credit where credit is due, the one thing I’ve always really liked about supernatural is how they use colour grading to tell the story, and it’s not really all that secretive that the Gabriel episodes look aesthetically like some of the best episodes because they colour them very specifically to set the tone for them;

Fun

Nonsensical

Insincere

The three big tells that something trickster is afoot in the episode, (and I apologise for the scuffed quality on some of these, I’m skating the tumblr upload rules).

(Tall Tales 2x15)

(Mystery spot 3x11)

(Changing Channels 5x08)

It tells us that whatever is currently happening typically feels very real to those experiencing it, but is actually not at all. This is make believe. It’s a figment of Gabriel’s imagination that he’s whipped up at his own convenience to tell the story he wishes to impart upon the narrative. While this is obvious in the earlier season when they’re still shooting on film and using the dark overlays to create a spooky ambiance, it still follows through to the end for Gabriel until he puts down the trickster label and picks back up the archangel one and officially joins the Winchesters bringing him into the same dark coloured world that we’re used to viewing. There’s a sadness in it, that Gabriel went from all these bright colours to essentially having his spirit snuffed out by Asmodeus, but it gives us a very clear point to reference when things are real and when they’re make believe.

Obviously Gabriel is a liar, we’ve all known that to be true since his very first appearance- but there’s one incident that I talk about often that bothers me deeply but I’ve never really explained why.

The hotel with the rest of the trickster gang.

Gabriel tells this story three times in a pretty short time span- short enough for Dean to remember and call him out on it in the moment, and every time he tells it the story is altered ever so slightly.

I was alone with porn stars in Monte Carlo

I was alone with Loki and Co in Monte Carlo

I was with porn stars AND Loki n Co in Monte Carlo

He’s always been a very unreliable narrator, but this one was particularly on the nose and when it comes to “continuity errors” Gabriel is always aware of them, he does it on purpose because he wants to get caught. We should ask the question, why did it take you three attempts for us to hear this?

He tells his final iteration of the story in grand bright colours, telling feats of his sexual exploits and how good he is at cards, “and then everyone clapped and cheered for me” and then Loki Judas betrays him because Gabriel is so cool and his brothers are so tough and Loki was scared witless and hoping to avoid bloodshed blah blah blah…

Here’s what the real world looks like in comparison to Gabriel’s little fantasy he’s got running here-

This matches the rest of supernatural, this is a realistic portrayal of events through the eyes of Sam and Dean. This is the bitter reality Gabriel is avoiding with his fantastical little displays; he’s a broken little man who is hurt, injured, and scared.

So, Loki tells another variation of this story, yes? Gabriel was the betrayer here, not Loki. Gabriel ran out recklessly and while passing world saving information to the Winchesters, both saving the world AND the vast majority of Loki’s family, he cannot convince Odin to leave and he dies in battle (and like, he would’ve gone to Valhalla can we just unclench a little?). That is why Loki chooses to damn Gabriel to Hell with a very reckless move to attempt to take down an archangel, sell him to a demon, and then cross his fingers and pray his bestie- the 6th most powerful thing in all of creation ever- doesn’t break free from this pitiful demon eventually and come looking for him. But the environment tells another story, look;

It’s the return of the high vibrancy filter, because this room isn’t real, Loki isn’t real, and neither is the story he’s telling. What are the tricksters, if not liars and showboats?

There’s a huge lack in vulnerability which is what they’re both trying to paint over in these scenes to make themselves cool, to make themselves the victim, to make themselves untouchable. Loki tells a half cocked story about the archangel bastard who took his father, completely detached from any real sort of attachment to Gabriel or Odin- even says himself that he hates Odin! And in a story where we know the ending is Gabriel at the hands of Asmodeus he spends ninety nine percent of the story talking about pornstars. They cannot be vulnerable with these outsiders watching them, they also don’t seem to want to admit to themselves what the crux of the issue is here.

They both want to be the ultimate victim of the situation, they’re painting these half done stories trying to convince an audience (Sam and Dean) that doesn’t care that they are right and the other is wrong—

Until they meet each other;

You can lie to everyone, but you can’t lie to yourself.

We’re back, grounded in reality in this moment when they come face to face with each other, the lighting darkens and becomes gritty once more meaning all facades are down and what’s transpiring here between them is without tricks, and there’s an honor in that when it is a battle between two very clever tricksters who could make this endlessly complicated if they wanted to. When they fight, Gabriel is next to silent (listening, or trauma response? You can decide) and Loki does all his talking for Gabriel and Gabriel alone. They have no one to impress here, they sent the Winchesters on a fools errand to have this moment alone creating a tense intimacy where Loki shreds Gabriel’s facades and calls him out for what he truly is and lays out his deep rooted fears and secrets bare, letting us as the outside party they’re unaware of know that what the two of them were here wasn’t some ordinary friendship or half cocked deal out of desperation, but a real and honest bond between two beings terrified, alone, and looking for safety and someone to confide in. They’re each others secret keepers. Long time confidants. Their most trusted. The reason both of them ran to begin with, in a plan that would involve them wrapping themselves so tightly around the other they’d become one in all ways but physical, and promise to keep each other and that secret until death do them part.

It is bloody, and messy, and Loki has no real way of winning this fight because he cannot hurt Gabriel in any way that matters because he’s an archangel and whether he takes damage or not he will live because of the way he was made, only one of them is killable here and only one of them has any intention of killing the other and it’s not Loki. It’s never been Loki. Ever faithful Loki.

They made a vow, and maybe it was childish and unrealistic but that’s what the two of them are by nature are they not? Fickle, childish, and endlessly devoted. To their families, to their lovers, to their fathers, to each other.

Loki should run at this point, if he has any intention of wanting to live. He’s not stupid, he knows Gabriel better than anyone else in the world and Gabriel acknowledges this by how hurt he is emotionally by the way Loki talks about him and the secrets they’ve passed over the thousands of years they’ve known one another. He’s smart enough to know sentiment won’t save him here, it didn’t save his sons, Sleipnir tried that already and it failed spectacularly. Gabriel is here to kill him, and when you take into consideration the wild power imbalance here in this battle what Loki is doing is essentially laying his head down on the chopping block for Gabriel. He’s a smart creature to survive this long, he could be gone if he really wanted to be just like the many times we watched Gabriel disappear.

He doesn’t.

To me, the crux of their story here is abandonment. You left me. Gabriel made the choice to break his vows, and chase after a family he left behind and even though YES it was for a noble reason that is still nothing when it was a personal stab in the back to Loki who also left his family behind to run away with Gabriel and didn’t go for Odin even though the call was put out to Loki to join the gods for the evening.

Loki didn’t go for his family, but Gabriel did.

Loki didn’t go to save his father in an event they were both invited to, Loki had the opportunity to go and save Odin and he chose his bond to Gabriel over saving him. Gabriel discarded his vow and went anyway, and Odin died.

Gabriel betrays Loki, and it’s not that Odin died, it’s that Loki was willing to sacrifice the opportunity to save him and Gabriel couldn’t say the same for his own family. Odin died for nothing, when Loki could’ve been there the whole time to come get him, and he was robbed of that opportunity while Gabriel went behind his back to do exactly that for his family.

Loki was faithful to his own detriment, and Gabriel was not.

Gabriel is punished fairly in Loki’s eyes because this isn’t just about some deadbeat dad (who chained Loki in a cave to torture him). This is a slight of a much more intimate nature. This was a betrayal of the worst kind.

Gabriel is unfaithful.

Everyone knows that Asmodeus is the demon Prince of lust, but in a little more detail that’s not entirely what makes him up. The cardinal sins are the worst because they are what you inflict upon others, an upon your very soul. Lust is something inherent to the condition of just being alive, but the sin is in the act of hurting others and yourself, so the vast majority of what Asmodeus is imagined ruling over is the adulterer, he is most often the one depicted punishing the unfaithful. Loki wasn’t just looking for a way to hurt Gabriel for the sake of inflicting pain, the trickster is never like that. The trickster doesn’t strike just to maim. Loki is sending a very explicit message to Gabriel by giving him to Asmodeus of all people;

“You were unfaithful.”

— Okay, maybe it’s wrong to say that Loki had every right to do what he did because it was definitely still A LOT to do to someone, but it’s far more understandable when the emotional weight of Gabriel’s crime is made clearer. You probably shouldn’t torture anyone ever for any reason— I’m avidly anti-torture— but dick move Gabriel…

And look, yeah they both sleep around and invite porn stars and hookers to the hotel rooms and what not and I certainly will not hang my ‘Gabriel is a bad person here’ hat on the human morality of monogamy because I think it’s shallow and a disservice to the kind of bond the two of them actually have, but there’s an extra added pain in it that Gabriel also turns up for his ex girlfriend in this situation who is willing to betray him for basically a can of pop but not for Loki who will let Odin die to protect Gabriel.

Gabriel comes back, and he offers no apologies because he isn’t capable of learning his lesson, he is selfish by nature (Also the inherent message of the nature of Hell and torture being one that is wholly unnecessary and cruel, punishment never breeds change internal or societal, you can’t change and reform under immense duress it just further traumatises and keeps you locked in the cycle, the system of Hell shouldn’t exist period). Instead, Gabriel comes to kill Loki’s boys so he can watch them struggle and die first before Gabriel delivers the final blow to the man himself. Would you want to live after all of that either, entirely alone without your family or the one who loved and understood you the most- or so you thought?

And could Gabriel live with it either, knowing the punishment didn’t fit the crime but that Loki had a point (see script) and he wasn’t innocent either and it’s cost him everything because now he gets to look at what it was he saved and it’s a brother who seeks him out in the dark just to torment him about his abuse?

And the story ends circular here, devastating me personally even further by twisting the knife.

Gabriel ran away because his family was so horribly broken, and Loki took off with him to escape his torture. Together they made the plan to become one and Gabriel could use Loki’s face and name to hide among the pagans, and his archangel might to take all the hits being thrown Loki’s way and keep him hidden, because no one’s going to fuck with the god who has the freaky new upgrade and just escaped the slammer. Slowly over time what was Gabriel and what was Loki had melded into two very similar personalities, a little different based on their life experiences, but still so the same they were indistinguishable to everyone but each other.

The core difference between them is their life experiences.

Until Gabriel comes back, tail between his knees and asks Loki to please take him back and let him resume playing the ‘Loki’ character, and Loki says sure, and he binds him and and subjects him to torture at the hands of Gabriel’s very own snake in the cave. Mouth stitched shut. “Be me, then,” He says. “Be me in my entirety.”

And Gabriel comes back after this, bitter and angry and he picks up a weapon and he starts knocking Loki’s family down piece by piece, stalking them through the night no matter how far they run, to make sure Loki’s family is as broken as his own before he delivers the final blow to end his life.

Loki’s family as shattered as Gabriel’s, Gabriel as shattered as Loki himself. Fully one in death.

#spn #supernatural #gabriel spn #Loki spn #supernatural s13 #supernatural meta #lokiel #long post #sona’s lore

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thespianinthebackcorner · 1 year ago

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Fontaine is Mondstadt?

I've noticed something recently- that a lot about Fontaine parallels with Mondstadt. Of course I'm not just talking about the fact they're both based on Europe, I'm well aware of that, but it's the characters that I'm looking at. The Fontaine characters feel a little like they're redone Mondstadt characters- when simplified into dot points, I can often hardly tell who I'm talking about. Watch.

Pyro

Bow

One of the first people we meet in this nation

Shows us into the city

Has a sense of humour

Bubbly

Goes quiet when bad things happen

Sound familiar? You might think I'm talking about the famous Lyney, but in reality it's... Amber!

Similarly,

Anemo

Medium female

Rat tail hair

Animal features

ruffles on skirt sides

on the shy side

Hat

Throws something in their burst

4-star that shadows a 5-star

Said 5-star's assistant

guess what? It's not Lynette, it's our wholesome little girl Sucrose!

And if you really needed more evidence:

Geo

Tries to help people constantly

Claymore

Great at baking

Wears roses

Best Girl Candidate

Blonde hair in some form (this is debatable)

yes, I'm talking about Navia, but I'm also taking about... Noelle!

"but," you say, "you cannot use unreleased characters as evidence!" I can, and I will.

blue/purple-toned eyes

Man-tiddy window

Part of the law enforcement

Black fingerless gloves

Circle on the back of gloves

wears grey + primary colour

earring.

Accompanies a child sometimes

Cryo male

Everyone Says He's Hot. We Don't Know Shit About Him

Fur on the back of his coat

Who am I talking about? Kaeya, ofc, but also... Wriothsley!

Hah. And although I haven't quite found matches for Foçalors, Clorinde and Freminet, (although I'm pretty sure Foçalors is a direct parallel to Fischl) and we haven't seen shit from Siegwinne, have one more pairing to truly drive my point home.

Socially isolated- they're not great at talking

Never appears outside of work-related situations (this hurts to write but it's true)

Blue shirt

Coat

Doesn't need a Vision to have magic-like power

"Yeah, He's Not Human" -The community

One single fucker in game is aware of this but everyone outside the game knows

Quiet

Takes care of a childish little girl sometimes

Waits till they're alone and *then* has a mental breakdown

Unintentionally funny

could probably deck someone in a fight without trying

Blue, white and gold colour palette

Quite possibly the most professional person in their field

This interferes with their social life

^basically they're friendless

Shows up, fucks with the lore, and leaves

Dragon. Their lore has dragons in it

Yes, I think you know I'm talking about Neuvilette, but I'm also taking about our forgotten child Albedo!

^these two are the main reason I made this post tbh. Sue me I'm an Albedo main. (I have What Makes You Beautiful in my headphones rn and it's summarising my thoughts on these two 😂)

#genshin impact #fontaine #genshin fontaine #lyney #lynette #navia #wriothesley #neuvillette #amber genshin impact #sucrose genshin impact #genshin noelle #kaeya #genshin impact albedo

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bellathechildbitch · 1 year ago

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Diabolik Lovers Child Au Hcs!

I’ve been reading and seeing a lot of writers do this prompt of where the vampire hoes are kids and the reader is their caregiver or “mother” and they melt my heart and I honestly want to write about it and it obviously will 🫣 I just thought it was so cute and people need more of this content hehe, I’ll only do the Sakamaki boys first to see if people enjoy this and then after I’ll add the Mukami bois))

. . .

Shu:

-He is a very energetic kid, he just wasn’t allowed to show it because his mother always forced him to mature way to early in his life. He is also very skeptical when it comes to you. He has learned not to trust people so easily because there is always strings attached when it comes to kindness.

-When he was given to your care he was terrified but happy. Happy that he isn’t in that terrible manor anymore, as well as being away from his mother and her abusive tendencies. But he was scared that this wouldn’t last forever. It’s as if he’s dreaming and he fears to wake up. He was very very distant the first few weeks when he was settling in to his new home. You have to give him space, this kid has been through a lot and he just needs to reassure himself that he is safe.

-But once he does warm up to his new life, and to you he is filled with pure joy. He loves to play outside with you. He especially loves to play hide and seek with you, if he is the one hiding he would sometimes jump out of his hiding spot to scare you.

“Oh my I wonder where he went..?” You said as you were honestly a bit defeated. Shu was such a good hider and sometimes it was impossible to find him half of the time.

You shook your head as you let out a quiet sigh. Before you could enjoy your peaceful moment Shu would have jumped out in front of you with his hands up in the air as he laughed. The sudden reaction startled you, screaming you would cover your mouth as you seemed relieved that it was only him.

“Haha! I got you again!” Shu said cheerfully as he grinned a bit, showing off his small fangs. You would laugh as you ruffled his hair “Yes you did, but I swear my love you might give me a heart attack one of these days..”

Shu would smile as he shook his head “oh please you’re just no match for me.. after all I am the master at hide and seek..” he said in a cocky tone as he gently grabbed your hand.

“Whatever big shot.. next time I’ll win.. and I’ll be the one scaring you..” you teased as you gently squeezed his hand. Causing the young boy to stiffen a bit, but he would relax as he leaned against your touch.

-As we know he had a lot of trauma that deals with fire, he tends to have nightmares of the incident that happened to his dear friend.

-When Shu had a nightmare he’s quiet, he doesn’t want to talk about it and tends to keep it to himself until the terrifying feeling goes away. But you notice it instantly. He wants to tell you and he wants your comfort but he just doesn’t have the guts to do so. He was trained to deal with his own problems and the poor boy cannot help it.

It would be early in the morning as the sun was barely rising in the horizon. You got up early to get a head in making breakfast for the two of you. But as you walked out of your room you would have stumbled upon Shu who was sitting in front of your bedroom door, curled up into a ball as he seemed exhausted and distressed. His tired blue eyes would slowly look up at you as he frowned.

You took a deep breath as you kneeled down beside him “lemme guess.. you dreamt of it again..?” You said softly as you gently creased the boys back. He would flinch for a moment but would instantly lean into your touch.

He wouldn’t say anything but he would slowly nod. You frowned at him. It hurts to see this bright young boy be so terrified.

You would slowly wrap your arms around him as you held him in your arms he wouldn’t instantly melt into your touch as he rested his head against your chest. “Would you like to talk about it..?” You asked as you looked down at him.

“No.. I just want to sleep.. I’m tired..” he mumbled as he fiddled with one of the buttons on your shirt.

“Would you like to sleep in my bed.. while I make breakfast for us..?” He would seem surprised as he looked up at you “I’m allowed to sleep in your bed..?” He said as the excitement would return to his eyes.

You smiled down at the blonde boy as you nodded “of course my love you are allowed to.. now go get some rest..” you said as you helped him up on his feet before sending him to bed

-He is very thankful to be with you, he doesn’t know how to repay you but he likes to help you out when it comes to house chores, he may not do some of the chores correctly but still.. let the boy show his gratitude towards you.!

- GET THIS BABY A FUCKING PUPPY NOWWWW!

-He will literally burst into tears of joy if you get him a puppy, or even the same exact dog that Edger gave to him. Just get this kid a dog.

-Give him the freedom that he never really got growing up, but also keep him in line. Don’t be too strict and overbearing with him. That will remind him too much of his mother and he will lose trust in you. Just love the kid for who he is and let him be adventurous!

Reiji:

-Ohhh this kid tends to always have his nose in a new book, hell he would most likely even read a damn dictionary if he ran out of books.

-It was a big shock to Reiji when he was thrown into your care. Who would want him? His own mother doesn’t want him so why would anyone else. But once he met you he was very unsure about it all.

- He was quiet the first few weeks, but when you talked to him he would respond but other than that he just did his own thing and expected to be ignore like he always had been.

Like one day he was in his room, writing out some formula he found in a science book into his journal. You went to go check on him, as you walked into his room you notice the journal on his desk “My dear.. what is that if you don’t mind me asking..”

The boy would sigh as he adjusted his glasses “Well, it’s just a journal I keep with me when I discover new findings..” he said bluntly

You would be surprised, a child his age doesn’t really enjoy those types of things. But of course Reiji is one of kind. “Oh my that’s rather interesting.. do you mind if I take a look at your work..?”

After hearing that Reiji would be shocked “I.. well I suppose I don’t mind if I show you..” with that you pulled up a chair beside him as he showed you through his work. He’d be blushing from embarrassment because this is the first time he has ever shown his work to anyone.

You stared down at the book in amazement “Reiji this is beautiful.. I’ve never seen such amazing work.. you did a wonderful job..” you said as the boy would look even more shocked than before. Those are the words he’s been dying to hear. For someone to be truly proud of him makes his heart ache. After that moment he was focused on wanting to make you even more proud.

-He wants to impress you. In every little thing he does he would do it 10x better.

-He loves to be praised and to be appreciated.

- He assures you that he doesn’t need to be babied, or spoiled. That’s just too much of a childish thing to do. But deep down that boy wants to be spoiled and to be babied just like his elder brother was.

You and Reiji were out on a stroll in one of the near by parks that was close to your home. Reiji would have been talking about a Tea flavor that he was wanting to try out. “You see.. they say this tea is very helpful when it comes to people with bad eyesight.. so I was wondering if I could try it out-“ before he could finish Reiji’s shoes would have been untied and he ended up stepping on one of the laces and would trip and fall

You gasped as you quickly kneeled down beside him “oh my goodness Reiji are you alright..!?” You would panic as you examine the child. His knee was scraped up as it bled a little bit.

Reiji would grumble as he shook his head “I.. I’m fine..” he said as his eyes watered a bit. It embarrassed Reiji that he fell in front of you.. it makes him sick to his stomach that he made such a fool out of himself.

You would frown as your hand would gently crease his cheek, wiping the tears away. “It’s alright.. don’t cry my dear it happens to the best of us..”

This would calm Reiji down as he leaned against your hand for a long moment. You smiled at him, but you would pull your hand away as you grabbed a handkerchief from your bad as you wiped the blood off his knee. “We will get you cleaned up once we get home..” you said as you tied his shoes. Before he could get up you would have picked him up in your arms.

Reiji would blush from embarrassment, how dare you pick him up as if he is some kind of baby.. he is not a baby.. “I can walk on my own I’ll be fine..”

Laughing a bit you held him close before walking down the path once more “I know you are capable of walking on your own.. but go back to that tea you were talking about .. it sounds rather interesting..”

Reiji couldn’t understand why you treat him this way.. but he won’t lie.. it feels good to be carried and to be loved for.. he couldn’t help it.. he would rest his head against your shoulder as he would continue to ramble to you.

-He love it when you get him new books. Sometimes he will read them for you

-he doesn’t really “play” but he can find some interesting hobbies for you two to do.

-You need to give him all the attention in the world.. it’s always makes him smile when you do. Over all he is happy to be with you. And he will do anything to make you happy! HE WANTS YOU TO BE PROUD OF THE THINGS HE DOES FOR YOUUUUUU!

Ayato:

-He is a little ankle biter.. HE WOULD MOST LIKELY BITE YOU. he is very hyper kid. And needs to be put on one of those animal leash things that parents need to use when they take their kid to Disney land.

-HE WAS OVERJOYED TO LEAVE THAT HELL HOLE. He was all over the place when he first moved into your home. But he doesn’t trust you quite yet. You gained a lot of trust just by wanting him to be with you and getting him out of the abusive household that he was in.

-But he doesn’t know you as a person and he will be a bit skittish when you’re around but once you show this kid one ounce of attention he will be all over you. He clings to you basically and wants you to praise him every five minutes to fuel his ego.

-He loves spending time with you, and he tries to as much as he can. He quiet literally wakes you up in the morning by jumping on your bed.

Ayato would have somehow managed to sneak into your room without alerting you. As he climbed on the bed he had a mischievous grin on his face. He would then jump on the bed which would cause you to groan

“Ayato.. please let me sleep for one more hour..” you begged as you hid under the sheets

“Never! The earlier we wake up the more time we have to play!” He screeched as he laid on top of you “plus it’s like nine in the morning..”

“My love it’s five in the morning.. the sun hasn’t even come out yet..”

Ayato looked out the window as he rolled his eyes “same thing..” he pouts. Causing you to laugh you would pull him in to the covers with you. “Oh hush my little hyper bat.. let’s sleep a bit and then I promise you and I’ll play all day..”

Ayato smiled as he rested against you, embracing your warmth as it calmed him down.

-You better be active because this kid will drain your battery.

-He loves holding your hand, when you’re out with him. He has to be 100% sure that you won’t leave his side :(

-As long as you praise him in the small things he accomplishes. He will be happy. Don’t control him to the point it will remind him of Cordelia. There will be times where you have to scold him when he does a bad thing but you also have to teach him why you scolded him. His mother never had a reason to punish him at times, when he didn’t want to listen to her she would go insane. You on the other hand teach him why he was scolded to make him learn from his mistakes.

Kanato:

-One word. Clingy

-Very very clingy. Like you literally don’t have to carry him, he just hangs on you like a little leech. A cute but deadly leech.

-He was terrified when he first arrived at his new home. This brought him out of his comfort zone to the max. He was hiding under his bed for a good four days. You didn’t know what to do, the poor thing was just petrified of his new surroundings.

-You literally had to lay on the floor to try to coax him out of his hiding spot.

Laying on the hard wood flooring of your house you stared at the purple eyes that stared back at you. You gave a soft smile as you gently placed your hand out too him. “You know I won’t hurt you my dear.. everything is alright.. you’re safe now..”

The child flinched at your sudden motion, clinging onto his stuffed bear he tried to move away a from your hand. “Hey hey.. it’s alright..you have nothing to be afraid of..she will no longer hurt you..”

The boy stopped for moment when you mentioned her, looking at you and then your hand he frowns “Y-you promise..?” He would muffle against the teddy bears head as tears would begin to form in his eyes

Nodding you would gently take his hand as you creased his small knuckles “I promise I won’t let her or anyone hurt you ever again.. now please come out my dear.. it’s not safe to be under here..”

Within seconds the boy crawled up out from under the bed as he sniffled a bit. You would sit up as you dried the child’s tears away “see everything is alright..” you said calmly as the boy would finally relax

-After that he never left your side, it doesn’t matter if you were cleaning or cooking. He always had his hand clinging onto your clothes. Even if you were to tell him to play he’d rather stay by your side.

-You even find him in your bed every morning. You tucked him in the night before and yet he still manages to sneak into your room. He loves sleeping beside you, after all you keep all the nightmares away.

-He probably has kicked you several times in the face because of how often he moves around in his sleep.

-Did I mention that he’s clingy..?

-He throws a fit when you aren’t able to hold him.

-Demonically screams anywhere at anytime. It’s rather embarrassing when you’re in public.

-He also throws fits for the smallest reasons. Wether his crayon broke while he was coloring or he accidentally tripped up the stairs. Whatever the reason may be he ends up throwing a fit

-He’s the type of kid to roll around and kick their feet on the ground when they have a temper tantrum

-You might want to give into his demands but he will not learn anything if you just do that. So it’s better to put him in time out until he calms down. And then when he does you explain to him why he was placed in time out and you have him apologize for his behavior

-This kid hates time out btw

-It takes you about 4-6 tries to sit him down on the chair before he could start his punishment. He constantly gets up and tries to get picked up by you. BUT WATCH OUT HE WILL CLING ONTO YOUR SHIRT IF YOU TRY TO PUT HIM BACK ON THE CHAIR.

-A living nightmare some of the time but he can also be very sweet.

-He will sing for you on certain days. He loves to sing for you.

-You are also the only one who is allowed to hold teddy. No one else but you and him can talk and carry teddy around..

-Other than that he is one of the harder Sakamaki kids to manage with his temper tantrums but he is a sweetheart when he’s in the mood to be.

Laito:

-Ah he makes me sad.

-He acts happy but this poor baby is just scared and depressed. (I mean all of them are depressed but we all know that Laito hides behind his smile a lot)

-His mother mistreated him to the point that he just doesn’t know why anyone would want a kid like him.?

-He’s confused the first few days, but he doesn’t hide or ignore you, he talks to you and smiles whenever you ask him anything. But you always catch an glimpse of him staring off into space.

-Even when he warms up to you he still expects you to turn on him. He’s just so terrified that your kindness is nothing but a bunch of lies.

Is was a nice cool afternoon, Laito was sitting in the backyard as he enjoyed the small breeze that hit his red locks. Looking up at the sky he would admire the clouds above him. You would soon approach him as you sat beside him. “You know that cloud looks a lot like a cat..” you teased playfully

He smiled a bit as he shook his head “It looks more like a rabbit other than anything..” he said as he scooted away from you a bit.

You’d notice as you frowned a bit “Still not used to this type of life huh.?” You said softly

He would pause as his green eyes slowly met yours “Uh.. no not really.. it’s not that I’m not grateful..I just don’t understand.. why you want me here.. I’m kinda useless..”

“Oh don’t say that.. you know I hate it when you talk poorly about yourself.. when I heard about your story.. it broke my heart.. I wanted to give you a life that you deserve..”

He seemed shocked at your words he would look down at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers “you’re not lying about it.. right..? Because if you’re just gonna trick me then do it now..”

You would be confused with what he said as you shook your head “What? Laito no..I am not here to trick you in anyway.. I understand that you are still having trouble trying to trust me but listen just this once.. I want you here so you can be a normal child.. you deserve a happy life.. and I am willing to do anything to keep you safe from any harm.. I promise..”

Laito would stay quiet as he watched you, he would soon smile. Now this was no ordinary Laito smile.. it was a true genuine smile. He understood that you are telling the truth. He would look back at the clouds “That one looks like a old man..” he laughed which would cause you to smile as well “you are adorable..” you said as you placed your hand around his shoulder

-He likes to do anything you’d like to do. He never found a hobby because no one really cared for what he did. You were the one who taught him how to do crossword puzzles, he loved it.

-He won’t admit it but he loves it when you give him small affection gestures. Like when you crease his hair, or when your smother his cheek with kisses when he does something right. He learned from you what it really meant to be loved by someone. And he will always be grateful for that.

Subaru:

-Angry little man

-He trashed his room when he first moved in with you. He was overwhelmed with the change he just couldn’t handle the emotions. But it’s okay, you can build a new dresser 😢

-How can a six year old do so much damage, even today you are still trying to figure out how..

-Once you managed to calm him down he was very shy, he tends to be like that majority of the time. But when he is overwhelmed he gets angry .

-He gets scared thinking you’ll hurt him for ruining his room.

After hearing final crash come from Subarus room you took a deep breath a decided to go in. As you opened the door you would find him sitting in the middle of the room with his knees up to his chest and his head buried within his knees. Shaking from the overwhelming emotions he’s been keeping within him.

You would slowly sit beside him as you placed your hand on his small back, but he would slap your hand away “Don’t touch me! I’m nothing but filth! I’ll only hurt you if you get in my way!” He sobbed

Wincing you would rub your hand a bit as you shook your head “Well what if I told you that you aren’t filth and that I don’t think you’ll hurt me..”

Subaru narrowed his eyes at you as he wiped the tears from his face “I just slapped your hand..”

“You were mad.. you didn’t know how to react..”

“I trashed your room.. and everything you gave me..?”

“Subaru you are trying to adapt to a new environment.. you have every right to be overwhelmed.. but I want you to know that I’m here for you..and if you ever feel overwhelmed we can talk it out..”

Subarus gaze would soften a bit but he would still be a bit hesitant “You’re not gonna hurt me for ruining your room..?”

“Oh no of course not.. we can rebuild everything.. me and you will get this done in no time..” you chuckled as the boy seemed surprised “now let me make you something.. it will help you calm down..” you said as you’d stood up, offering the boy your hand he would slowly take it.

-He is like your little body guard, he will protect you no matter what.. but you aren’t the only one who needs protecting..

-He’s a very vulnerable little kid, and emotionally unstable at times.

-He is quiet around other people but when he’s with you he could talk up a storm

-When he’s meeting new people he hides behinds your legs.

-You teach him new ways of dealing with his anger, instead of trashing the things around him he can do a breathing technique. To help him calm his nerves. Or count the petals on flowers when he’s feeling overwhelmed.

-He likes being carried around as well, feeling secure in someone’s arms that he truly feels safe to be around with makes him calm, but he’d be blushing the entire time.

-He gets flustered easily, just don’t point it out and it will be alright. If you do he will get even more flustered

-Take your time with him, he would be the second hardest to deal with because of his anger. But if you teach him the ways to control it. He is willing to listen. He hates his temper, he will do anything to help it. He doesn’t want to scare you away with his emotions.

(it’s currently 3:10am and my eyes are burning, 😫 well this was my first attempt with the child version of the Sakamaki bros. I hope you enjoy and sometime this weekend I’ll make the Mukami version as well!! But my ask box is open for anyone who is interested)

#diabolik lovers inagines #diabolik lovers child au #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers child #diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

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bhaalbaaby · 10 months ago

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Title: Spectral Tease (5917 words) Part I from Kiss of Treachery Pairing: the dark urge/gortash/tav Warnings: threesomes (mmf), no real prep for anal (☹️), cuck!enver gortash, under-desk blowjobs, desk sex, bratty!enver gortash, rope bondage, takes place pre-bg3 A/N: more penelope/kaine/gortash; the idea got a little longer than i was expecting so it'll be two parts most likely lol Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razroguee @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7 @volotramp

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Gortash's housekeepers do not like Penelope. She knows this when they do not speak to her unless he is there. They know she won't tattle. She hears their gossip and confusion. They're confused by her. She is not a noble, nor does she come from money. They know she's a courtesan. The men jeer at her when Gortash is not around and the women spit. She lies in bed, sore from her nightly exhibitions when she hears them loudly gossiping outside the door.

"I don't know why Mr. Gortash keeps her around." One lady says with a snicker, the other responding quickly, "She smells of sulfur and acid. A true hellspawn. Might remind him of home."

Penelope rolls over in the large bed, covering her face. They never bother to wake her up for breakfast, nor do they try feeding her. There's only one maid who is nice to her, but Penelope hasn't seen her in a while. She slips out of bed, picking up one of the black sheer dresses Gortash prefers for her to wear. The smell is horrendous. She never takes the clothes he requests her to wear with her, calling them her roleplay robes and Gortash expects his help to take care of them as if they are his clothes. She gags on the shit smell that reeks from them as she tosses them. Gortash would punish her for not wearing them, but she cannot. She will not. Tears come to her eyes as she goes to her bag, praying they left them alone. She lets out a sigh when she sees her things untouched. Gortash should be in his office, waiting for her to join him while he writes his letters and whatever else he does all day. But he expects her to be clothed.

She grabs a black thong and matching bra, deciding this would do before hiding her things again, casting a protective barrier spell so they could not be harmed by meddling help. She doesn't like the way they make her feel, the anger that boils in her stomach. She slips on her heels before holding her head high.

Enver is writing a letter when she arrives. "You're late." He says without looking up. Her heels click on the marble floors as she saunters over to him. "I'm sorry," She says softly.

His eyes flick up; lust, surprise, and anger dance in his expression. "Where are your robes? I specifically made them for you, Penelope."

This is her moment, she should tell him. She almost stops herself, but her mind skips beats. Her spell could only do so much. If they hurt her personal belongings, she would lose her mind. "Your help does not like me." She says in a singsongy tone.

"What do you mean?" He asks, putting his quill down.

"Someone took my robes to the pasture. Got confused with a latrine. They are ruined... I cannot wear them." Penelope says, deciding to take this moment to let her pent-up tears out, starting to cry.

Enver watches her as she dabs her eyes. "What do you want me to do to them?" He asks.

She clenches her jaw. She doesn't know, but she knows this is a test. He wants to know how cruel she can be. If she remains true and decides not to punish them, he will punish her. If she punishes them, maybe they will stop being cruel... Stop ruining her things. "A flogging will do," Penelope says as she sits on his desk. He motions for her to come closer, moving back. She moves to sit in front of him and he kisses her stomach. "You could do much better than that. They ruined five thousand coins worth of clothing." He states as his hands massage her ass, her tail swiping back and forth.

"What would you like me to do, Enver?" She asks, out of her depth.

He looks up at her as he shrugs. "Flay them. Make the others watch as they bleed out."

Penelope's eyes widen as she listens to the violence. "That may be too far."

"Is it? And when they do it again and again? I will have to take it out of your pay, my love. I can't keep replacing the clothes just because they do not respect you." He stands, kissing her hard before turning to face the desk.

"How about we take three of their fingers?" Penelope asks instead, unsure where that came from but Gortash chuckles as he wraps his hand around her neck, holding her body firm against his. "I like that idea... Hmm, maybe their toes instead so they can still do housework?"

Penelope shrugs. "I haven't really done anything like this before, sweetheart," She says softly.

His teeth drag along her earlobe. "I know. I love that you're thinking about punishment for our help." He says with a growl. "They'll need to learn to respect you. Fear you."

Penelope isn't sure if she wants them to fear her, but she is tired of them ruining her things. He kisses her shoulder, his cock hard against her ass. "It shall be done. I will order them to cut off their fingers and toes and if they continue, I will have the flayed in front of the others. What a glorious display of power, my love."

Penelope grimaces as he lets go of her. "I don't know, Enver..."

He narrows his eyes. "You have to grow a backbone, Penelope. We can't let this continue." He sits back down in his chair. "Besides, today we have other things to attend." He pulls out a sleek black and gold contraption, handing it to Penelope. "I made this, and need a tester."

Penelope raises her eyebrow as she examines it. "What is it?" She asks, flicking her eyes up at him.

"It's a vibrating massager. I also made this to go along with it." He holds the golden remote in his hand, proud of himself.

"You're so talented, saer," Penelope replies, unsure what a vibrating massager does, but he always comes up with things for her. Like the blower she uses for her hair.

"Do you want to try it out?"

Penelope nods as she hands it to him to show her. His brow raises as he gently pulls her panties from her body, slipping the toy against her pussy. Penelope's eyes widen as she holds his wrist. "Trust me," Gortash says, their eyes locking. She doesn't but lets him go. "Now, watch this." Gortash continues as he grabs the remote, pressing a button.

The device jolts to life, vibrating against her folds. She gasps, closing her thighs, her breathing hard through her nostrils. Gortash's gaze is analytical as he watches, clicking the button again as the vibrations increase. She reaches out, holding onto his shoulders as she pants, her stomach tensing. If she had one of her own, she wouldn't need someone else, Penelope thinks.

Gortash turns it off, pleased with himself. "Do you like it?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"What made you think of this?" She asks instead of answering, sweat already beading her brow.

"I wanted to be able to please you at any given moment, even if I'm not there." He smiles, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Let's test it some more, shall we?" He asks, kissing her quickly. "But first. Since you're not in your robes." He stands, going to his wardrobe. She gives the nickname of the Punishment Drawers as he returns with thick black rope. "No hands for the rest of our testing." He says as he turns her away from him. She grimaces, allowing it as she folds her arms behind her back. He kisses the nape of her neck before starting his handiwork, her arms snug and in place. "Ah, can't forget the tail," Gortash says lifting her arms slightly before grabbing her tail and placing it behind her bound arms.

She bites her lip as he turns her to face him. "Now, I have some important paperwork to complete while we test. So do your worst." Gortash winks as he helps her kneel in front of his chair as he sits. He pulls his heavy cock from his pants, guiding her mouth to him. She breathes through her nose as he starts hardening with each bop. He lets go of her head as he reaches for the remote, cranking it up. She pulls her mouth off, crying out.

"Ah, be a good girl and keep sucking," Gortash says as he guides her mouth back.

Gortash's fingers knit in Penelope's hair as he forces her head down more, his new invention ruthlessly vibrating against her clit. She gags, resting her tongue on the underside of his cock, her hands struggling against the restraints around her wrists. He grunts as he sits back, watching as her head bobs along his length, her muffled cries as his other hand increases the intensity of the toy. There's a knock at the door and he curses as he turns the toy to low, sitting straighter to hide her from whoever will enter. "Come in."

Penelope slows as he lets go of her hair, deciding to take this as a much-needed break. She runs her tongue along his shaft, his tip twitching as she reaches it. She tries to adjust her hips so the vibrator wouldn't hit her clit as much even on low but to no avail.

"I hope I'm not interrupting your important business." A man says. Penelope stops mid lick recognizing the voice.

"You never interrupt anything, my friend," Gortash replies, leaning forward, his stomach pressing against her nose for a moment. He leans back again, his foot slipping between her thighs before rubbing his boot up against her panties, adjusting the toy back in place. She gasps, her fingers digging into her palms as the pleasure resumes.

Kaine chuckles, the chair scraping along the wooden floor. "I don't believe we had a meeting scheduled," Gortash continues. He's seemingly unphased by Penelope's lips as they wrap around his tip, resuming her sucking duties.

"We didn't, but I have updates from Moonrise," Kaine replies.

Gortash scoffs, adjusting papers on his desk. "What comes from that wretched place? I told Ketheric he needs to send his letters more timely. Things move faster in the city. My connection to the Hells cannot wait much longer." Gortash states as he snaps a paper over to Kaine hums in agreement.

"I'm not sure about that Diabolist, but if you say we can trust her."

"We can. Do you doubt me?" Gortash asks his voice almost a growl... Or a purr? Penelope can't tell, panting as her hips try to move away from his boot, her moans to a minimum.

Kaine chuckles, "I trust you. I do not for others."

Gortash's foot rocks back and forth as Penelope's eyes flutter close, her tail trying to whip back and forth but staying put. His ropemanship is perfect, not too snug but keeps her in place and from escaping. "You are so smart, my dear. I would never lead us astray. We just need the most loyal to our cause. I have the best Banites that will accompany you and I hope you're here to tell me that the necromancer conjured up something for our little heist?"

Penelope wonders if she would be hearing these things as she takes his shaft down her throat with slow and precise bobs. His hips lift when she reaches his base. She knows if Kaine wasn't there, he'd fuck her mouth hard. She glances up at the black and gold accents on his shirt as he continues talking to Kaine.

"Yes, but I do not like Balthazaar. There's something about him and that entire death cult..."

Gortash smirks as he moves the top of his foot up, signaling for Penelope to continue. "Aww, they're not your cup of tea?" He asks.

"We should be on the same page and I fear some of them will want to stage a coup. I have sent some of my Father's best assassins to cut out some nonbelievers."

Gortash laughs gleefully as he slips his hand under the desk to Penelope's head, making her speed up. She wonders if Kaine can hear the sucking of skin, the small pants she can't help but make as well as the small buzzing. Or if he does this often enough with other prostitutes, he doesn't care. "Ketheric won't like that," Gortash warns as he lets her go, expecting her to continue his set pace.

Kaine scoffs, "He should be a better leader. One hundred years and his followers are nothing but skin and bone."

"That's all Myrkul can get so far," Gortash replies before clearing his throat when Penelope whimpers, feeling the invention intensify again.

Kaine doesn't say anything, before laughing softly. "I suppose you're right... General Thorm is sending some of his mages to help us."

"As expected. We don't want to alert Mephistopheles of our theft. If my calculations are right, his nosy spawn won't be around either. So we need to hurry this along before it slips away." Gortash states, his voice darker as he starts to lift his hips more.

Kaine sighs as he leans back, his foot against the desk, just inches away from where Penelope is. "I'm sure when we get the crown, everything will fall into place."

Penelope pulls away for air as her brows furrow, struggling against the restraints. "Now, is there something more that you wish to tell me?" Gortash asks as he leans forward, his cock searching for her mouth.

Kaine laughs as he scoots his chair back. "Hmm, does your God require that you receive blowjobs while you work?"

Gortash scoffs, "What do you mean?"

Penelope freezes as she starts shaking like a leaf, afraid it's her fault Kaine asked. She might have moaned too loud or sucked too noticeably. "I can see that blush around your neck, and how you're trying to hide it. I also can hear something. I don't know what it is." He says, in deep thought.

Gortash laughs, "I forget that you know me so well, love. Fine, since you have caught me off guard today, I won't lie to you. Come around and see. I don't mind sharing." Gortash says, moving his chair back, holding the remote in his hand as he increases the intensity. Penelope bites her lips to keep from moaning.

Kaine raises his eyebrow as he walks around. His eyes soften when he sees Penelope under the desk, tied up. "Ah, what a sight indeed."

Penelope tries to hold back, but Gortash guides her head back. "She helps me stay focused," Gortash states as she sucks on his cock, her eyes closing as she pretends not to see Kaine. "I also wanted to test out my new invention." Kaine hums as he watches, Gortash finally letting his moans out as he hands Kaine the remote. "Try it. She's using the prototype. I made it just for her, but in the future, imagine a world where you could make someone come by using a remote. No, your mind." Gortash explains, lifting his shirt to reveal his hairy lower stomach as Penelope slurps up his cock.

Kaine examines it, smirking. "I love that with your free time, you decide to make a sex toy." Gortash's hand wraps around Penelope's horn gently rubbing the hard bone that juts from her head as he takes over the pace, using her mouth as he sees fit. Kaine rests against Gortash's chair, fiddling with the remote, watching as Penelope responds, her squeaks quiet from Gortash's cock. "Why is she tied up?" Kaine asks as Gortash lifts her face, rubbing his cock on her plump lips.

He smirks in response. "A small punishment. We don't have to go into specifics now." Gortash says quickly as he returns his cock. Kaine rolls his eyes as he squats down next to Penelope, holding her torture device. Gortash turns her face so she can look at him even though Penelope tries to avoid his gaze. "Maybe she needs to get fucked." Kaine suggests.

Gortash laughs as he pulls himself out of her mouth. "Do you want to do the honors?" He asks as he moves back, dragging Penelope to her shaky feet. Kaine continues to mess with the remote, her thighs squeezing around the toy as she moans. Gortash sighs as if listening to a relaxing symphony. He turns his chair and adjusts Penelope so her round ass faces Kaine. "She's all yours," Gortash says as he bends her towards himself, her breasts on his thighs.

Kaine approaches, putting the remote on the table before positioning her hips. He exhales deeply as he pushes her panties to the side, trying to keep the toy in place. He kneels burying his tongue between her folds. Penelope cries out, her tail whipping back and forth excitedly against the restraints. Gortash holds her chin between his fingers as he watches the ecstasy on her face. He kisses her softly, massaging her chest before wrapping them around his cock. Kaine laps at her folds, making a trail up to her entrance. He darts his tongue in and out, reaching for that damned remote.

Gortash's eyes are intense as he continues to massage her chest around his cock, panting. She stares back through her lashes, wishing Kaine would fuck her already. Gortash leans forward, nipping her neck as he groans. "I think she's been such a good girl testing out this toy."

Kaine moans in response as he stands, gripping the remote as he repositions her hips. "She tastes heavenly," Kaine replies, tugging his breeches down. Penelope's heart stumbles over each itself as she can feel his ribbed cock searching for her heat. She's only had it a couple of times, but Gods what a treat... Kaine still takes his time, covering his cock with a condom before he slowly thrusts forward, his fingers digging into her hips. Gortash sits back, deciding to stroke himself as he enjoys the show. Penelope whimpers as he slowly rocks his hips against hers, setting the toy intensity to almost the highest. Her whimpers quickly turn into yelps as he reaches up for her tied-up arms, using them as leverage to pound her deeper. Her breasts bounce against each other with the force of each stroke. She tries to keep herself up as the sensation of his thick cock and the vibrations make her breathing more difficult. Her nostrils prick open, and her stomach flips.

"How many times do you think she will come?" Gortash asks as he tries to match Kaine's pace. His laugh is light and breathless. "With this invention, she will probably need help walking for the rest of the day." Gortash's smile widens, proud of himself.

Penelope tries not to think about their conversation as she can feel the first wave building. "K-K-Kaine." She starts, trembling badly. His grip is ironclad on her bound arms, keeping her up.

"Say his name louder, pet. He can't hear you." Gortash goads, his hand focusing on his tip. Penelope closes her eyes tight as she pants.

"I'm s-s-so close." She stammers to Gortash who only nods. "I know you are darling. I can tell." He purrs. The pain from Penelope's nails digging into her skin is barely noticeable as she can only think of the fast pace Kaine sets and how her body feels electric. "Fuck, Kaine. Gods." She manages to say before her body can't take it anymore, uncontrollable wetness spilling down her legs as she screams out.

"Good girl..." Gortash says as Kaine pulls out, letting her gush out. Kaine's arms wrap around her torso as his grip on her arms almost slips. He slips into her orgasm swimming mind as he starts to pound her again. "Do you need a break?" He asks as he teases her breasts.

"Pl-pl-please don't stop." She cries, her lips suddenly dry from her panting.

"She's found her voice," Gortash teases as he stands, his cock still hard. He saunters over to Kaine, kissing his shoulder. "You're doing a great job pleasing her." She can picture Kaine sending another message to her, but he doesn't, only smirking at Gortash. "She's not done yet," Kaine states before pulling out again.

He holds her in his arms as he leads her over to Gortash's desk, turning her to face him. Kaine cradles her face in his hands, pecking her lips before resting his head against hers. Penelope tries to look up at him as her stomach flips, the toy still active.

"I want you to fuck me." She whispers, wishing her hands were free so she could guide his member to where she wants it the most. Kaine chuckles, lifting the toy to give himself access to rub his cock against her folds.

Gortash interjects, standing up. "The least you can do is move my paperwork, Kaine."

Kaine rolls his eyes, picking up Penelope as his cock thrusts inside. His arms are tight around her as he pounds her. Her breathing feels too quick as she cries out.

Gortash quickly gathers his paperwork, moving it out of the way. "You use it now," Gortash says as he approaches them, watching as Penelope's mouth hangs open. His lips meet hers, his tongue quickly finding dominance as he pinches her nipples.

Kaine breaks up the kiss as he rests Penelope on the desk. She can't hold herself up with her arms bound, so she lies back, her legs tight around his waist. Gortash scoffs as he glares at Kaine, returning his toy to Penelope's overstimulated cunt. "We're not done with our research," Gortash states as he walks around to Penelope's face. Kaine returns the heated glance before pulling his top from his body, and flinging it on the ground. His fingers dig into Penelope's thighs, the sound of their skin meeting reverberating in the office, his small grunts slowly gaining in volume.

Penelope looks up at Gortash as she pants, his remote in hand. "Open," He commands, running his fingers through her hair.

Penelope obeys as Kaine's talented fingers play with her breasts, taking turns slapping each side. Gortash rolls the intensity in a circle going from high to low as he thrusts into her mouth. She gags slightly before closing her eyes, letting her body be used by both of them. Gortash's cock is familiar in her mouth again as she runs her tongue along his length as he rocks his hips. His hair tickles her nose once he pushes himself as far as she can take him. She tries to turn her head once he thrusts out, pleasurable sobs wracking her body as she glances down at Kaine who is relentless, his tongue flicking at her nipple as he ruts.

Gortash harshly grabs her horn, returning her face to him as he holds her face still, salvia dripping down her chin and cheek, his cock filling her mouth. Kaine's lips trail up to her neck and jaw as he practically climbs on top of the desk, mounting her. She pulls her mouth off Gortash she turns to face Kaine, screaming for him to continue. Gortash's irritation grows as he sees the passion in their eyes before Kaine kisses her, groaning against her mouth.

He flares his nostrils, trying to make sense of the two of them. He's seen this same look in Kaine's eyes when it's just them alone, but to see it given to Penelope breaks something in him, at least for now. Penelope pants as Kaine presses his head against hers, their breathing mixing and uniting as Kaine's strokes are sharp and precise. Her legs rest up on his thighs and forearms as she cries out, arching her back, her hips pressing against him. He kisses her passionately, their moans making a symphony as his harsh thrusts cause heat to rush Penelope's skin, a tsunami of pleasure washing her body and mind.

"Come for me again," Kaine says in her mind, as their tongues roll around each other. Gortash stalks around the desk, his eye slightly twitching as he runs his fingers along Kaine's tail before gripping it. Kaine arches his back, growling against Penelope's lips, glancing over his shoulder, slowing down. Penelope makes a disappointed whimper as she rocks her hips, trying to make him speed back up, feeling so close.

"I will not be ignored in my own home," Gortash states, ignoring Kaine's eye roll as he returns his attention to Penelope who clenches around his cock. He starts to pick up his pace again, deciding to speak aloud instead of sharing his thoughts.

"Fuck, you feel so good," He says in a husky tone. "Are you going to come for me?" He continues, watching as her cheeks flush. Penelope nods quickly as she struggles against her restraints, "Yes saer, please."

Gortash scoffs, more annoyed with them. How can they ignore him? His hands spread Kaine's ass, making Kaine slow down again, but he doesn't bring attention to it still. Gortash's tongue flicks at his hole before slowly lapping. A shiver goes down his spine as he moans out, his hands on either side of Penelope's head. He stays at his steady pace as Gortash keeps his mouth firm on his asshole. Penelope can feel his warmth, and she tries to see what Gortash is doing, but Kaine's arms block the view. Kaine's moans are pronounced, biting his lip to expose his sharper teeth.

"Please kiss me," Penelope starts begging softly, her brows knitting together. Kaine obliges kissing her so hard, that it knocks the wind out of her. She pulls away, whimpering as she struggles with her arms.

"Untie me... I can't take it anymore." She moans in his mind. Kaine slows as he listens. Gortash takes the opportunity to tongue fuck him, darting his tongue in and out of Kaine.

"A moment, please." Kaine moans, reaching behind to pull Gortash's hair. He whines but lets Kaine up. Kaine takes a moment to catch his breath before carefully sitting Penelope up.

"I think she's served enough of her punishment," Kaine says as he unties her arms.

Gortash frowns, "I don't think so."

"Please, my lord." Penelope starts, her voice hoarse. Kaine holds her in his arms as he slips off the desk, bringing her hips towards the edge. Penelope wraps her arms around his toned shoulders, her pink eyes boring into his. He kisses her tenderly before slowly thrusting. Her moans are muffled by his lips as he hoists her leg on his shoulder.

Gortash's brows furrow before he steps closer to Kaine, rubbing his cock between his cheeks. Kaine leans her back against the desk, her fingers tangling with his hair as she mewls. She bites her lip as she pulls away from the kiss, her mind racing. She decides to stay safe by whimpering in his mind, "I only want your cock, Kaine. You make me so hot."

He kisses her again, lifting her legs again as she hooks her arm around his neck. "Who do you belong to?" He says back, their eyes locking as their tails intertwine.

"You, only you." A wordless moan escapes her lips as her toes curl.

"Good girl," Kaine replies before he freezes. Gortash spreads his cheeks again, but this time, his cock thrusts into his hole. She can see Gortash's hands rest on Kaine's hips as he wastes no time, the frozen Kaine moving with Gortash's pace.

"This is your fault," Gortash states as his hand slides up to Kaine's neck, squeezing. Penelope only watches, swallowing hard. "Is this okay?" She asks, flicking her eyes back to Kaine who chuckles, "My fault?" He asks, Gortash thrusting hard. Penelope recognizes it as his uncaring thrusts that leave her sore for a day or two, but Kaine seems unphased besides rocking his hips with his thrusts so she's not forgotten.

"You kept ignoring me," Gortash says through gritted teeth, his other hand going to the remote as he turns the toy back on. Penelope cries out as she grips Kaine hard, trying to gather herself from the surprise.

Kaine moans as he glances over at Gortash. "You're a much better fuck than you used to be... Let me feel that rage." He baits as he leans into Penelope. He kisses her again, grunting as Gortash picks up his pace. The new angle presses the toy into her overstimulated nerves more as she bawls, trying to push him back to no avail.

Gortash lets go of Kaine's neck, dragging his sharp gauntlet down Kaine's back as he curses. "You imbecile. I'll make you learn your place." Kaine laughs against Penelope's mouth as listens to Gortash's retort.

"Do it." He says back as he watches Penelope try to fight her orgasm. Gortash's hand is firm against Kaine's ass as the other grabs his tail, breaking the bond.

Penelope grimaces, trying not to let Gortash ruin her mood, needing the extra comfort of their tails intertwining as some sort of security blanket. Kaine grips the back of Penelope's head, holding her just inches from his face. She wonders if Gortash usually fucks him as Kaine pants, his other hand resting on her chest. Gortash strikes Kaine again, a growl leaving his lips as he kisses her hard. Gortash quickens his pace, the thunderous pounds adding more power behind Kaine's thrusts. He turns his head to her calf resting on his shoulder, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. She gasps at the pain, her eyes fluttering open to see if he draws blood. His cock is snug as her walls pulsate around him, and her grip on his hair turns into a fist as she trembles.

Gortash slams himself into Kaine, grunting with each stroke as he returns his hand to choke Kaine. Kaine watches her with half-lidded eyes as his fingers tighten in her hair. She can't take much more, trying to regulate her breathing as she lets go of his hair, her hands splaying on his chest and running along the raised bone. "Please come with me," Penelope begs in his mind. He breathes hard through his nostrils, slipping out of Gortash's hold as he leans into Penelope, their noses pressing against each other.

"Don't forget who she belongs to, my dear," Gortash says in a warning tone as he drags his hand down Kaine's back again with one hand and changes the toy vibrations to an ungodly level.

"You belong to me," Kaine says to her as his teeth drag along her bottom lip. Penelope nods quickly as she tries to rush away, the new angle taking everything in her not to explode again, the tip of his tail gently running along the length of hers.

Gortash lets out a pathetic moan as he holds his hips flush with Kaine's as he erupts inside of him. Kaine lets out a soft laugh as he stiffens. "Got it all out of your system little tyrant?" He asks as Gortash pulls out, breathing hard. Gortash scoffs as he sits in his chair, his limp cock resting on his thighs.

Penelope cries out as Kaine resumes his relentless pace, shaking like a leaf. "Look at how resilient she's been," Kaine praises as he kisses her neck, goosebumps, and shivers taking over her body with each deep stroke.

"I'll give her that. Do not break her. I have her the rest of the weekend." Gortash says, deciding to observe as she lies back on the desk, gripping it behind her head as she tries to center herself against the toy and Kaine. His mouth is fast, wrapping around her nipple, rolling around the perked-up button as she sobs. He chuckles as he moves to the other. Her mouth hangs open as she turns inconsolable. Her nails dig into the wood as she erupts, her body stiffening.

Kaine follows suit, resting his head in between her cleavage as he continues to pound her, ignoring the cracking noise. She can feel the tip of his cock swelling until he spills out, his seed captured by his contraception. She moans as he slows, making sure his full length is felt until he stops.

Gortash cuts the toy off, clearing his throat when the two don't separate. "That was intense, Enver, can you give us a moment?" Kaine snaps, as his eyes glare at the man.

Gortash returns the glare as he shakes his head. "I gave you more than enough time." He pouts as Kaine holds Penelope between his arms, cradling her as he picks her up from the desk. Penelope's cheeks redden as she keeps her legs wrapped around Kaine. He leads them to the lounger, finally pulling out as they sit. He lets his hand run along her torso before resting it on her lower stomach. Her body is still a live wire as she bites her bottom lip.

"How long will you be in town?" Gortash asks, returning to his desk.

"I don't know yet."

"Well, you should at least stay for dinner. I have Penelope all weekend." Gortash smirks as his eyes lock with Kaine. She can't imagine a whole weekend being between these two.

Kaine licks his lips, glancing down at her. "As much as I'd love to, I do have other priorities." There's disappointment in both Gortash and Penelope. "I'll get you next week, I promise," Kaine says to her, caressing her cheek.

"Promise?" She asks, their eyes meeting.

He nods before kissing her again, not caring if Gortash would object. Gortash is however too absorbed with his desk, his face turning berry red. "Kaine! You broke my desk!"

Kaine pulls away from Penelope, laughing. "It wasn't on purpose, Enver. Simply collateral." He replies, moving Penelope from his lap. Penelope isn't ready to leave his embrace, pouting.

"You will have to replace this. Do you know how expensive this was?" Gortash chastizes, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You know I will," Kaine says with a smile as he stands, gathering his clothes. "Can I borrow Penelope for some cleanup?" He asks as he tosses the used condom.

Gortash sees red as he shakes his head. "No! You have had enough of her today."

"Aww, don't be a spoilsport, my love," Kaine replies, grabbing his top from the floor. His back is red with scratches.

"You have helped with my research for this invention, but you broke my desk and didn't allow me time with her. She is mine in case you have forgotten, Kaine." Gortash says crossing his arms.

"This was an intense session, Enver... You know what? I'll stay for dinner. We can see where this evening takes us."

The color drains from Gortash's face but he stands his ground. "It'll be a joy to have you. Now. Gather your things. You know where your room is. You two have wasted enough of my time for now." He waves them off before pausing. "Penelope, you stay. Kaine, you go."

Penelope's eyes widen at the order, her body needing at least two hours to rest before anything more happens. Kaine scoffs, "So insecure, Counsellor. That is so unbecoming for you." Kaine teases as he puts his clothes on. He turns to Penelope, his face sympathetic. "If he tries anything that you do not want, tell me. I will deal with him." Kaine whispers in her mind. Penelope relaxes at the statement, watching as Kaine leaves.

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Witchling / Chapter 4

Morpheus/reader AO3 2.7k words - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. descriptions of blood and skeletal limbs/body, blowjob, reader is in serious pain, angst, Hob is a sweet angel, Dream is an idiot. Major character death. Notes: There is still a Chapter 5/epilogue left.

It’s three days later, when you hear the front door open, and the professor’s voice rings through your house.

“Hello?” he calls.

“Hob?” you croak out a response, hardly a yell. He must’ve heard it however, because you hear his feet coming up the stairs, the wood groaning as he climbs. When he crosses the threshold of your room, his face falls.

“Oh, darling.”

You know what you look like.

The spell has progressed to your torso. Half of your ribs are visible, and your right clavicle is completely exposed. Clothes are uncomfortable because your skin is constantly burning, so you’re wrapped in a sheet. Various books from downstairs are strewn across your bed, pages dog eared and marked for potential lifesaving spells.

None of them work. You are dying. Your body is magically searing away slowly, and you have tried to make your peace with it. You tell yourself at least you will be able to see your family.

Hob sits cautiously on the edge of the bed. You try to give him a reassuring smile.

“Your friend is not a god, by the way.” You feel as if you should inform him, considering he’s known Morpheus for centuries. “He’s Endless.” The professor’s eyebrows raise. You give him the details, explaining what the Hobgoblin told you coupled with what you learned from Morpheus himself.

“And he can’t fix this?” he asks, gob smacked. You sigh.

“Witchcraft is delicate. A spell like this can’t be reversed.”

“This is all my fault.” You can see the threat of tears in his eyes, and it hurts your heart.

“No, professor. Morpheus has been witch hunting for years. He knew I would be at the Inn. I think seeing you was probably just a bonus for him.”

“Still, I encouraged him to walk you home. I didn’t protect-“

“Morpheus wanted my family’s grimoire. He was going to get it one way or another. My magic is no match for the power of an Endless. There is nothing to be done.” You don’t mean to cut him off, but he must know. You cannot die having sweet Hob blame himself. “It was going to happen, there is nothing you could have done.” You pause, your body tensing through a spasm that has your muscles cramping against the burn of the spell working its way through your body. “Besides. He didn’t know that stealing the grimoire would kill me. I think he’s actually sorry about it.” Hob reaches out and finds your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit. It comes and goes.” You lie. It doesn’t go. You can’t even sleep now, only dozing in and out for a few minutes at time when your body and brain get so tired that they just automatically power down. It never lasts, and you’re always jolting out of a twilight slumber, awakened by the pain of the magic slowly disintegrating your body.

You’re about to ask Hob how the New Inn is faring without you, when you feel the familiar stitch of power rippling through the realm. Your nose tingles violently. Morpheus.

He’s standing at the threshold of your bedroom. His face is carefully blank as he glances between you and Hob, eyes lingering on where your hands are joined. The professor turns, a thundercloud rolling over his usually kind and carefree face.

“Try to get some rest, poppet.” He gives your hand a squeeze before standing and turning away, his tone deadly serious as he says “May I have a word? In private.” Morpheus nods, stepping out into the hall. He takes one more look at you before he follows Hob out of sight, and ear shot. You close your eyes as you try to piece together their murmured words.

You wake up from your light nap when you feel the bed moving, its weight sinking underneath someone. Morpheus sits at your side, his head bowed above yours.

“He’s mad at you.” you chuckle. Serves him right. He pulls away from you, only slightly.

“Yes.” Morpheus answers. “I have betrayed his trust and hurt someone he holds very dear. He is rightfully angry.”

“He will forgive you.” You don’t know much, but you do know Hob. He’s kind, with a good soul. He will be upset with his friend, sure. But in his heart, he knows just as you do. Morpheus did not intend to harm you like this.

“Perhaps.” You try to give him a smile, but it’s stolen by the agony that splinters through your bones. You bite your lip to stifle a whimper, and you can feel him tense beside you, his hand brushing across your skin soothingly. He cradles your face, thumb stroking across your cheekbone gently.

“You are in pain.”

“You are so observant.” You grimace, trying to sit up in the bed without letting the sheet slip. The last thing you want is for Morpheus to see what you look like underneath.

“I wish to show you something.” His eyes plead with you, and you nod your agreement.

“This is Fiddler’s Green.” You stand in awe at the beauty of the realm around you. Lush grass is springy beneath you, and butterflies dip and dive in the air above your head. Birds sing as a gentle warm breeze drifts through the sparkling green trees.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, Fiddler’s Green is the most beloved dream of this realm.”

“I can see why.” You flex your muscles in the sun, enjoying the feeling of your body being whole and unburdened from pain. You banish your feelings of fear and dread about your impending doom and enjoy living in this moment. You glance at Morpheus, a shy smile playing on your lips. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“No, but we must walk from here.” He extends his arm towards you like he’s an 18th century gentleman escorting you to a ball.

You make your way down a winding path through Fiddler’s Green until you reach a different wood, one where the trees stretch towards the sky and the sun casts a long shadow over the ground. Soft white and yellow lights gather around you as you walk beside Morpheus. They float in the air, their ethereal forms dancing on the breeze as they illuminate the forest around you. You look at him in surprise.

“Will-o-wisps.” You breathe, extending a hand to one of the orbs.

“They have been a part of this realm for a long time.” They gather around the two of you, as if they’re greeting old friends. “They were once the dreams of a witch. After she passed, I made them a permanent part of The Dreaming. Some Dreamers still visit them, from time to time.” You walk around a cluster of trees, sliding to a stop when a cottage comes into view. It’s a small wooden and stone structure, with moss covering its roof and ivy climbing all over the exterior. As you get closer, you can hear the constant ribbit of a few toads, and you notice the chimes that hang from the bowed roof. You take a hesitant step up, the wood of the porch creaking beneath your feet. Morpheus reassures you by placing his hand at the small of your back, and you push the door open. Your eyes adjust as you explore, squinting into the dim light to see the cottage’s layout. Inside, there is a bedroom, a large living room complete with bookshelves, a bathroom, and kitchen. The wooden floorboards are worn, and dried herbs hang upside down from the beams in the ceiling. A huge stained-glass window stands above the sink, casting different colored reflections throughout the interior. The cottage has a distinct feel, and the soft scent of rosemary lingers in the air around you.

“Someone lived here?” You trace the spines of the books that line shelves, trying not to stir up too much dust. They’re all spellbooks. Odd.

“When she would dream, this is where she would come. It is not possible to live as mortals do, in The Dreaming.”

“And the wisps live here now?” He nods. You grin at them, and they lightly tickle your skin with their light.

“So sorry to intrude on your home.” You apologize.

“They do not mind.” He says from behind you, and you turn to ask him about the spellbooks. He stands partially illuminated by the stained glass; the colors painted onto his porcelain skin. He’s so stunning, it sends a flood of emotions through your body. You reach for him, grasping at his coat, and then you’re pulling his face towards you, crashing your mouths together, your tongue seeking the warmth behind his teeth. He kisses you back reverently, tracing the curve of your neck with his fingertips. He deepens the kiss and presses his body to yours, the hardness of his cock against you making your thighs squeeze together. You pull away from the kiss and sink to your knees before him, just as he did the other day, and stroke your fingernails up his legs until they reach the zipper on his black trousers. He doesn’t stop you as you pull the zipper loose and release the button at the top, shucking his pants down to his knees and pulling his black briefs down after them. You hear him blow a shaky breath through his nose as your hands come up to wrap around his cock. You kiss the head of shift once, lightly and teasing, before stretching your lips around it and taking him into your mouth. He groans, a hand coming to lightly stroke the side of your face as you move yourself back and forth on him, stroking your palm around his cock in time with your rhythm. When you glance upwards, his eyes are closed, mouth partially open with his eyebrows creased ever so slightly. The look on his face is one of pure pleasure, and you melt a little inside over the fact that it’s you that is giving it to him. You suck him deeper, pressing your tongue flat so you can take him into your throat as much as possible. He lurches forward, fingers pressing points into your scalp as you choke and then release over and over again. He holds his hips still as you work him, the muscles is in his legs hardening to stone as you plunge your warm, wet mouth down around his cock. “Witchling.” He pants.

“I want to taste you.” you plead, saliva running down your chin. “I want to swallow you.” His head tips back and you suck him into your mouth, your lips swollen around him as you increase your pace until he’s breathing harshly and exploding down your throat. You take it all, swallowing every last drop and licking him clean, your tongue soft and gentle against his delicate skin.

“You are so beautiful, my little star. I wonder if you know just how magnificent you are.” Twinkle, twinkle. You smirk as the old nursery rhyme plays in your head.

“Oh, I am yours now, am I?” you tease as you look up between his legs before your smile falters. You lay your cheek on his thigh, enjoying the feel of his skin there, and he strokes his fingers through your hair.

“I have been searching for a way to save you.” he tells you, his voice warm like the sun. “I will not give up.” You should tell him not to bother, that it’s too late. You should tell him you’ve already accepted your fate, and that you’ve been forced to make peace with it. But you don’t want to ruin the moment, so you don’t say anything at all. He leans forward and pulls you into his arms, cradling you to him as he lowers both of you into the living room chair.

“Will you tell me a story, Dream of the Endless?” your words vibrate through his chest. You feel the flex of his throat as he swallows.

You close your eyes and let yourself drown in the soothing lull of his voice.

When you wake one morning a few days later, you know. You can feel the spell slinging the darkness of the magic through your veins, constricting your vessels and choking the life out of your body.

You manage to doze off between the bouts of pain, but only for a few moments. It’s just barely enough to bring you to The Dreaming. You use what’s left of your magic to push out into the confines of the realm, knowing he will feel it, and when he materializes next to you in a whirl of shadow, you offer him a meek smile. The one he gives you in response is devastating. He’s so pretty when he smiles. You think you’ll actually miss seeing it.

“Witchling.” He greets you, holding out a hand towards yours, but you shake your head.

“I won’t be staying. I just came-“ your voice is cut off by the excruciating pain in your chest, and you stumble forward on weak legs. He reaches for you, arms coming around to hold you close to his body, supporting your weight.

“What is it?”

“I’m dying, Morpheus.” The easy smile that graced his face when he first arrived melds into panic. The Dreaming trembles, like it’s experiencing an earthquake.

“No. I thought there would be more time.” His voice is frantic, unsteady like you’ve never heard it before. It startles you.

“I did too.” You close your eyes letting yourself relax into him for a small moment, dropping your face into the velvet skin of his neck. He presses his lips to the crown of your head, combing through the hair that falls around your shoulders. He jostles you; and you can feel your body being leaned backwards.

“Little star, open your eyes.” He calls to you, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t force your eyelids to lift. You’re weightless, drifting in between realms before you’re slipping through his fingers completely.

When you come to in the Waking World, he’s already there.

Morpheus leans over where you lay in bed, clutching your face between his palms as you draw a raspy breath to speak.

“I do not blame you. You were only trying to protect yourself, your family. I- I understand.” The tears in his eyes match your own. “I forgive you.” You grab one of his hands in yours, the softness of his skin against the sinew and bone makes your stomach turn.

“I do not deserve your forgiveness, witchling.” He kisses your forehead softly.

“And yet, I give it to you anyway.” You smile, stroking a finger across his cheek. His eyes close, and the tears spill over, streaking down his face. You can hardly keep your own eyes open, and you struggle to take a breath. “I’m scared.” You whisper.

“Do not be afraid.” He soothes you. “I'm here.” you suck in a breath to say goodbye, but it’s cut off by a burning sensation in your lungs. It won’t be long now. Morpheus presses something into your palm, something smooth and round, and you try to work out what it is as he curls your hand around it, lips caressing the bones of your fingers. A woman appears next to you. She’s smiling, her face open and kind, her hand coming to rest of his shoulder. He turns his head to look at her, and both of their mouths move, but you can’t hear anything. You watch as her smile falters for a moment and she looks at him in confusion. You want to ask her what’s wrong, but you can’t get the words out. Your fear melts into calm, a soft sense of peace settling over your body and soul. You say nothing as you look up at him for a final time, your eyes slipping closed as the spell drains the last of your life from your body, your soul slipping into the quiet comfort of death.

#dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #the sandman fanfic #peaches writes #I am SO sorry

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fables from the field

[written for ffxivwrite2024]

Day 11: Surrogate

Rating: T Words: 1362 Pairing: none

Astor is yet a fledgling when his mother first tells him about their bond with the flightless ones.

“There will be birds who will insist that you are but a pet,” Talon saysgravely as they are their meal – rabbit meat for his mother, freshly killed, and still-wriggling worms for him. “They are fools, and should not be heeded “

“What are we, then?” he barely manages to speak with his mouth full.

Talon huffs. “We are predators,” she ruffles her feathers out, making herself look much bigger than usual. “We protect the ucamayanlar. We stand guard against danger. We do not serve. We do not obey. What we do we do because we choose to. Do not ever think otherwise, acemi. We defend the ucamayanlar, and they defend us.”

“Is that why they give us food?” Astor eyes his empty bowl with a twinge of regret. Perhaps he should have eaten slower, then he would still have worms to eat.

“They do not give us anything, acemi,” his mother says sharply, giving him a chastising peck on the head. “It is a meal won by my ucamayan and me. We share in the hunt and the prize.”

“Why do you follow the flightless one, mother?” He is curious now, his gaze on the group of featherless ones arranged around the big yellow-orange-red thing that feels hot when he gets close.

Talon hesitates. He swings his neck to stare at his mother in surprise – his mother is always sure and certain but she is now focused on the big featherless one she always follows. Shaking her head, Talon merely nuzzles against him. “One day soon, acemi, when you have a ucamayan of your own, you will understand.”

It is a very unsatisfactory answer, but no matter how much he prods his mother he does not get a better one.

—

He has been assigned a featherless one of his own. Wings spread out in excitement, he hops from his perch to the girl’s hand. Alyzen is her name, and her mother is Talon’s ucamayan. There is pressure to live up to his mother's legacy, but that is forgotten here and now when the girl smiles at him.

“Hello, Astor,” she coos, stroking down his back. He closes his eyes and chirps, enjoying the gentle touch. She pets him a little longer before giving him the signal to fly; he takes off into the air, determined to show her all that he is capable of.

Except she merely has him stay close and follow her the entire time that day. And the next. And the one after that.

“She won't let me do anything,” he complains to Talon as they roost for the evening. “I can help her hunt but she only keeps me by her side!”

His mother looks at him, no small amount of amusement in her gaze. “That she is taking your training slow is a good sign, acemi. You must first build trust. Can you not tell that she worries that you might get hurt? Do you not have the same fear?”

He tips his head to the side, considering her words. So much of his focus has been on showing off his skills that he has not thought once about his responsibilities.

“Remember, little one, we are guardians at heart. Just as the ucamayanlar must learn to protect us, we must learn how to protect them. All that I have taught you will be wasted if you cannot keep that young girl safe,” she scolds. “Do you think you are capable of keeping her safe?”

Astor hangs his head, scuffs the ground with a claw. “No,” his tone matches his sullen expression.

“That is what you must learn with your charge, acemi. You must learn to read her, to know her moods, to identify those who wish to harm her. She is yours to protect, my son. Will you accept this duty?” He has never seen his mother so somber, and wonders about her journey with her flightless one. Would he have a similar connection with the girl he's been given?

“I will, mother.” And he means it.

—

It is time for the dostluk, the ritual that will seal the bond of friendship between him and his charge. Astor is uncomfortable in such a confined space, unused to being unable to see the sky. His mother stands on the perch next to him, making little chirping sounds that he remembers from his childhood; now, like then, it serves to calm him, and he turns his gaze upon Alyzen.

After today, she will be his charge. Years of working and living together has built an unshakeable trust between them; he knows how to read her every mood, has learned the quickest way to identify friend from foe, has grown to trust his instincts – and hers. Not once has Alyzen let him down; she knows his favorite foods, how he likes to rest, is indulgent of his need to soar the currents at dawn.

Smoke drifts through the limited space, but he is not alarmed. It reminds him of the earth after rain, the wind during a storm; he can smell the budding freshness of spring, the sweet stickiness of summer, the slow decay of fall and the harsh bleakness of winter. Alyzen moves to stand next to him, and he climbs onto her shoulder without hesitation. There are things said that he cannot understand, but he knows the feeling of them in his heart.

It is over sooner than he expected, and then he's back beneath the vast sky, his favorite meat served fresh, but for some strange reason Astor is in no hurry to eat.

Talon nudges him. “You feel it, do you not?”

He does. A mixture of pride and determination, concern and excitement. He looks at his mother. “Is this why you follow your ucamayan?”

She lifts a wing, and drapes it across his back. “Now you understand.”

—

The day is steadily giving way to night; the shadows upon the ground grow ever longer, and he is alarmed that Alyzen does not seem to notice. She cannot see in the dark, not like he can, and if she cannot see him then he cannot help her…

Harsh voices disturb the quiet of the forest. The strange men in metal are close behind, too close for his liking. If she does not speed up, they will catch her- he makes a high-pitched call that carries his urgency, and in response Alyzen picks up her pace.

She is injured, he can tell. She stumbles where she should not, and she has to use the passing trees for support. Astor scans the area, his keen eyes spotting a cave hidden behind a thatch of dense shrub. He calls out again, a click then another, waiting anxiously for her to turn in his direction. She does, cursing beneath her breath as sharp branches and thorns slash at her arms, and it is sheer luck that she staggers into the cave.

Though she is hidden, he knows his job is not done. Astor flies away from the cave, whistling as loud as he can to draw her would-be attackers away. He is grateful that the ruse works, and leads them on a merry chase before doubling back to where she is.

Her sigh of relief is easy enough to understand. He lands on her shoulder, rubbing his head against her ear; she is sad, he knows – he is too. His mother chose to stay with her ucamayan instead of escaping with him, and every one of his instincts tell him he will not see her again.

“I'm sorry, Astor,” Alyzen's tears fall on his feathers, but he doesn't shake them off. “I should- I should have taken Talon with us…”

He chirps. Don't be, he wants to say. He thinks of his mother, the determination in her gaze, how majestic she'd sounded as she ordered him to leave with Alyzen.

He could have chosen to disobey, to stay with her instead of leaving with his charge. But he hadn't.

He couldn't.

I know why mother made her choice. I would do the same, ucamayan.

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv writers #ffxiv fic #fables from the field #guess who's still trying to catch up #went for something different here idk if it works but. i tried lol #inspired by the birds in bg3 lol #roguelioness writes

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