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solitaryearthperson · 1 year ago

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Cross My Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why,” you asked.

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

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

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

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

“Poisoning my mind,” you questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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plethora-of-imagines · 2 years ago

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Endearments they Call You

Dream/Morpheus:

Little dreamer/little one, he would never admit to it but he does have a bit of a fixation on how you are so much "smaller" than him. He's a personification of a concept, anyone other than his siblings is "smaller" than him. But you're his special dreamer, one he aims to serve, please and protect more than any other.

My nightmare, he only dares call you this spontaneously once when you are angry on his behalf. The poor reaction you have at first teaches him not to call you this without a clear sign of affection. You're only human so it doesn't have the same fond connotations to you as it does him. Slowly you are growing to understand it is meant with love

Precious one, of course he calls you precious. It's practically your name in his mind.

Beloved, a more formal nickname that he uses in front of visitors to the realm or when he does not want to show the full extend of his adoration to others around you

Starlight, this nickname is from how you light up his life. He so often has stars in his eyes when he looks at you, what he considers to be a reflection of what he sees when he looks at you

Desire:

Sweetness, you are far too sweet. Always asking Desire what they want. How could they resist calling you what you are.

Pet, you’re a cherished pet to Desire. They are called Desire as that is their function, so it only makes sense to call their pet, pet.

My heart, it's a sappy nickname that Desire tries not to use too often. But you hold the metaphorical heart of theirs in your continued existence.

Kitten, you are their kitten, duh.

Corinthian:

Sweetheart, this nightmare may never have been made in the south but you still can't take the southern out of him. It's a classic nickname but not one exclusive to you.

Little morsel, its playful and one he only ever calls you. He wouldn't actually eat you up, but he loves to tease about doing so.

Daydream, saved for the most sentimental of moments. He's almost embarrassed when he lets it slip past his lips. The rarest one to hear from him. He could almost be called shy about it.

#sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #corinthian x reader #desire x reader #dream of the endless x reader #desire of the endless x reader

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frost-queen · 5 months ago

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Anything you Desire (Fem!Reader x Desire)

Requested by anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

Summary: Anxiety!human can't understand why Desire chose them out of all the people. Desire picks up on it, comforting you with all the love and fluff you need.

Tick Tock

The minutes were ticking by. Each second the pointer went, you heard it loudly in your ears. Knees trembling impatiently. Unknowingly, you moved your hand up. Biting on your nail. Your body shuddering from the nerves. Looking around, you saw some of the other people waiting in the room. All seemingly at ease. One man was reading the newspaper, his leg over the other one.

A woman was reading a magazine. It was a normal appointment, yet you couldn’t stop feeling anxious. The beating of your heart thumping loudly in your chest. Making you press your hand onto it, to make sure it wouldn’t fall out. Gaze drifting down, you didn’t want to stare too long at the others.

Your gaze flashed up to the clock, seeing the time tick by so slowly. Wanting to look away, you forced your gaze down. Your neck started to feel warm, making you rub it nervously. Eyes widening at the sudden feeling of wetness in your neck. Sweat. You were sweating. It made you rub your palm over your leg.

Without wanting it, your gaze got pulled to the clock again. Making you look frantically at it. You felt like your heart would drop out of your chest. There was a tremor in your hand, you couldn’t shake off. Thinking about when that door to the doctor’s office would open and call you in. It was a nightmare to be here.

Glancing over at the others, you felt like it was visible you were anxious. You started pulling at your clothing, feeling yourself sweat everywhere. The last thing you wanted was entering the doctor’s office with waterfalls under your armpits. The man turned another page as the noise felt like ten thousand more louder.

You were starting to pay attention to those annoying little sounds. The clicking of the pen of the lady behind the counter. The ticking of the clock. The woman setting her heel up and down on the ground out of boredom. Heart beat thumping louder as you felt like passing out. Unable to take it any second longer.

Your stress level reaching it’s peak. Feeling light-headed, you prepared yourself for the downfall. Your gaze got pulled frantically towards the side. The door slowly creaking open as it seemed to take an eternity. The beating of your heart sparked up, making you pant loud. A foot emerged out of the door.

Feeling extremely warm and sweating, you were close to passing out. You expected the other foot to join. To see the doctor appear. When… it didn’t. The foot remained just out of the door as nothing followed. You kept staring at it, expecting the doctor to head out any second. For some reason nothing happened.

It made you rub your sweaty palms over your legs, turning to look at the others. What you saw, made you frown. They stood still. Frozen in time. Stuck in their movement. Weirdly you stared at them. Till you heard a voice. – “My dearest Y/n.” – a voice purred out. Gasping loud, you felt a finger trail from shoulder to shoulder.

The most bedazzling golden eyes meeting up with yours. A wicked smile Desire thew at you. – “Desire.” – you said. Desire shivered from the way you let out the name. Riled up with your sugariness. Desire’s tail swayed behind. You kept your gaze on Desire as your chin got moved up. – “Look at you, getting all anxious.” – Desire said. A finger swaying aside to let you know not to.

“I…” – you started unable to finish your sentence. Desire’s smile curled, cupping your cheeks. You saw the world around you swirl into a blur before Desire’s lips were on yours. Feeling the loss of touch, you slowly opened your eyes. Greeted with the bright red from Desire’s realm. Desire let go of you, walking up to the comfy seat.

Desire slid onto the comfy seat, draping over it. Desire’s gaze went up to you with a little annoyance. Changing position, Desire went to lay on the stomach. – “Dearest Y/n are you going to keep standing there and bore me?” – Desire spoke.

“No…” – you responded, turning around. Desire’s tail swished excitedly from side to side. You approached Desire. Room was made on the comfy seat for you. You sat down. Desire sitting on the knees. Hands trailing down your chest from over your shoulders. Desire’s hand stopped by your heart, feeling it beat normally once more.

It made Desire gasp at the trickery. Having done you a favour. Preventing you from going over the anxious edge. – “Thank… thank you Desire.” – you said feeling more at ease. Desire’s head moved closer to yours. – “I’ll give you anything you… desire.” – a whisper in your ear.

Desire took in your scent, trailing your face and body like a cat would explore another cat. – “I couldn’t let my sweet girl pass out could I now?” – Desire went on, leaving a kiss just below your ear. You knew Desire had sensed you getting extremely anxious and got you out of the situation before it would become worse.

Desire left a kiss lower on your neck. Enjoying every inch of you. Desire’s tail brushing against your shoulder. Desire’s lips kissed your jaw. Turning your face by your chin. Golden eyes showing you sympathy. – “What is the matter dearest?” – Desire asked knowing you were more lovey dovey in any other situation. – “I like the way you kiss me. Miss me.” – Desire finished, fully captivating your gaze.

Feeling anxious again, you wondered why Desire chose you. From all the people in the world, you were chosen. Not fully understanding how and or why. There didn’t seem to be anything special about you. Desire noticed something was wrong, switching the position on knees. You didn’t need to speak as Desire understood. Seeing it clearly in your eyes.

Desire grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look. – “You’re scared I’ll let you down. Wondering why I chose you?” – Desire said out loud. Tearing your gaze away, it was an enough clear answer. Desire took your chin once more, forcing you to look. – “I love you.” – Desire brushed a finger against your cheek. – “I love this.”

“And I want it all.” – Desire finished, eyes gleaming with desires. Desire pressed a hand against your chest onto your heart. – “I want you for forever.” – Desire cupped your cheeks, curling up a smile. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed Desire. Pressing your lips onto the other. Kissing Desire deeply.

Desire hummed satisfied under the kiss. Pushing you down to lay on the comfy seat. Cat’s tail trailing your body as the kiss intensified. Forever to be yours. – “I love you too Desire. Always will.” – you replied making Desire burst with excitement. – “How I love those words.” – Desire answered, arms wrapping around you. Cradling against Desire, you were comforted.

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why-what-no · 2 years ago

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First Kiss

Pairing: Desire x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurities

Summary: Desire’s love gets insecure about her lack of experience with kissing, but Desire assures her there’s nothing to worry about

Requested by: @punkrockvalkyrie

As much as it pained her to admit it, (Y/N) had been ignoring Desire all week. Literally and figuratively. She didn't exactly want to, but...

It hadn't been long at all since she had admitted her feelings for Desire of the Endless to their face, and for Desire to tell her that they reciprocated her feelings. (Y/N) had never been so happy in her entire life, scarcely being able to believe that a being as perfect and powerful as Desire could ever love someone like her.

But then, when the initial joy wore off and (Y/N) went home for the night, her insecurities crept into her mind.

She’d never admitted this to Desire, but this was the first time she had been in anything close to a relationship. Hell, she hadn’t even kissed anyone before.

And now she was almost sort of in a relationship with one of the most powerful beings in existence. One who - from the looks of them and their behaviour - wasn’t unexperienced when it came to romantic and physical attachments.

Unlike (Y/N), who was terrified of the idea.

It wasn’t that she hated the thought. On the contrary. The idea of kissing Desire, or doing more, was paradise to her. Everything she ever wanted. But although she knew she could have it, she was now terrified of messing it up.

Thoughts of being terrible at it all ran though her head. The possibility of being a bad kisser drove her into catastrophizing about it. What if Desire judged her? What if they wouldn’t want her after it?

She didn’t want to ruin things. She knew that Desire could have anyone they wanted, and they could easily find someone who is better at kissing if (Y/N) messed up too badly…

She was in such a state of worry, she didn’t even notice Desire appear in her room.

“And what’s on your mind, my heart?” The Endless asked, snapping (Y/N) out of her thoughts suddenly. She jumped a bit, covering it up with a nervous laugh.

“Nothing really.” She replied, looking at Desire. They were absolutely gorgeous, as always. (Y/N) never wanted to stop looking at them, never wanted to be away from them.

Their love stepped forward, reacting up to stroke (Y/N)‘s cheek. “Well that’s a shame.” They said with a flirtatious smile. “I was hoping you were thinking about me.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but blush at those words, but when Desire leaned forward to kiss her, she backed away. Instinctually, like she had been burned.

Embarrassed flooded (Y/N)‘s mind as Desire frowned in concern. “My love?” They asked, taking a hesitant step forward. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing… I just…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Their voice was soft, but their eyes were… filled with emotions that (Y/N) wasn’t used to. Uncertainty and fear and… other things that she couldn’t name. “You’ve been avoiding me. What’s the matter? What’s changed?”

“Nothing!”

“Did you wake up and realize that I wasn’t what you wanted?”

The tone that Desire used when they said those words… it was so less confident than (Y/N) was used to. There was a fear there. A fear that (Y/N) felt. Of loosing this.

“No, no. Of course not! I love you.” She rushed out, trying to fix this. “I just… I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Admitted the girl. “And I didn’t want to mess things up by being bad at… at it.”

Desire paused, absorbing this confession, before chuckling slightly. The laugh wasn’t cruel or malicious seeming, so (Y/N) relaxed slightly. “(Y/N), my heart.” They started, cupping her face in their hands. “Next time you feel like this, you must talk to me. I don’t care if you’ve never kissed anyone before. I don’t care if you’re bad at it. I just want you to kiss me. Do you understand?”

She nodded bashfully.

“Good.” Desire smiled softly. “Now… may I kiss you?”

She nodded again.

Desire’s lips were soft, pressing so gently against (Y/N)‘s at first, before taking command and molding their lips together. Their hands were buried in her hair, holding them together like Desire couldn’t bear to be parted from them for a second.

The taste of Desire’s lips was like a drug, making her brain go fuzzy and filling her with pleasure. (Y/N) didn’t know if it was one of the Endless’s powers or just caused by the love she had for them. Either way, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the she couldn’t get enough of it.

She never wanted to stop kissing them. Mentally scolding herself for taking so long to let this happen. It was better than anything she had ever imagined.

When they finally did separate to give (Y/N) a chance to breath, Desire kept them held together. Their breaths mingling.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily, both from the lack of air and the look that Desire was giving her. They looked like they wanted to keep her here with them forever. And (Y/N) was completely okay with that.

“There is no one I want more than you.” They said to the girl. “You are more precious to me than anything. Believe that.”

“I do.” (Y/N) replied, finally believing it. Letting Desire pull her back in for another kiss.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years ago

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A/n: another request I received but it was through DMs, I'll keep this one anonymous but it's for you, my friend :) short and sweet

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It's Alright, I'm Here

Of course, you didn't expect it to go this bad but it did and you were feeling terrible rushing outside to get some air. feeling the cold air rush past you.

you were okay at first but then your father mentioned something you didn't want to talk about or rather, you didn't want it to be brought up at the moment and it, unfortunately, escalated more than it had to and sent you over the edge and you didn't know what to do.

You walked through the streets the cold getting to you a bit and you shoved your hands into your pocket looking down trying not to get too emotional but it was increasingly becoming unbearable.

You mumbled Desire's name softly wanting them to come. so you went to the library and went to the back drawing out slowly their sigil a single tear you didn't know had slid down your cheek and hits the middle of the drawing.

you closed your eyes and sniffed but felt a pair of arms wrap around you "my love whats wrong?" a familiar voice said and you open your eyes to see Desire looking down at you.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I-i just had a bad day...I got into an argument with my father. I just."

"shh, it's okay let it out" You held onto them and cried softly while petting your head lightly "your father won't always understand what it is you may need or want my love but maybe one day they will however it is up to us to hold on until then. and when you are unable I will always be here to help cheer you up."

you nod and sniff lightly nuzzling into their chest. "thank you desire you always know how to help me feel better" you look up at them and leaned closer to place a gentle kiss on their cheek and they smile "mmm I always loved your little kisses"

they chuckle lightly and hold you closer letting you remain with them until you were ready to set go back home once more.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @adryanscott , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6 , @supermegapauselouca

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lis-likes-fics · 1 year ago

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Red Thoughts

Pairings: Desire x Reader Word Count: 3.3k words Kink: Sensory Deprivation/Voice Kink Warnings: NSFW, sensory deprivation, voice kink, praise kink, edging, overstim, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, bondage, mention of orgies, use of safe words, swearing... A/N: I am so in love with Mason Alexander Park. Someone needs to take my phone away...

"Stop squirming."

You sighed as you obeyed the command. It was just hard to stay still for long when your partner had you standing in your bedroom with your chained wrists attached to a hook on the ceiling and your feet chained to the floor to keep your legs spread open wide.

It had been part of a bet. You started a wager that they couldn't fuck more people than you at a rager. You ended the night with your strong sixteen (and a few extra people wanting to take you home). And when you found Desire, they'd managed to start an orgy of twenty-five. When you asked how many they'd actually fucked, they told you they just finished off the last one. "Some of the people in there are not coming out the same way they went in…"

So, yeah, you lost the bed after failing to mention that orgies were not part of the deal. You would remember it for next time.

But there you were, spread out and waiting for your long night with your beloved.

"Am I going to be here all night? My legs are going to get tired," you complained, leaning your head against your shoulder and raising a brow as Desire prepared.

"Hush," they replied, amused. "Red, black, or white? I'm thinking red tonight."

You shrugged as best you could. "Let's go with red then."

Back still turned to you, they pointed in your direction in agreement and snapped their fingers. You felt your clothes fall away from your body in a dull ash, replaced by a new set of lacey red lingerie to add to your collection.

"Before we begin," they spoke, "tell me your words."

You played with the chains above your head, humming lightly. "Dawn to keep going. Dusk to slow down. Midnight to stop."

"Very good."

They plucked something off the vanity and turned toward you, letting their eyes skim your body with an appreciative gaze. They hummed, "Look at you."

Kissing at them, they breathed a laugh and walked toward you. "Hold still," they ordered, rounding behind you and with cloth in their hands. In the next moment, you were blinded as they wrapped it around your head and tied it securely in the back. Shit.

"Well, you didn't tell me we were doing this," you muttered.

They're voice was close to your ear when they spoke, reverberating in your mind and echoing in your chest. "Hush."

"I'm only saying, a bit of warning woul–"

You were cut off when another piece of cloth was stuffed between your lips, joining the other to wrap around your head and silence you.

You flinched when you felt their fingers graze your sides, starting at your ribs and trailing down to your hips. "Hush," they rasps. "If another sound falls from those sweet lips of yours… it had better be because I made it." You shudder. "Do you understand me, sweetling?"

You nodded. A pleased hum sounds from their throat, their breaths fanning on your shoulder. "Good girl." You could hear the smile in their voice as they dipped down and pressed their lips gingerly to your neck.

They broke away from you in complete silence, and you turned your head around in search of a sound or any light to find them with. You didn't attempt to speak, knowing better than to disobey so close to the beginning.

Your hips jerked when you felt their hot tongue against your cunt, breath hitching as they held the thin cloth of your panties aside to taste you. Another shudder shook through you when the skin once covered by thin lace disappeared, Desire not bothering to deal with them altogether as they left everything else intact.

They laved their tongue along your folds, dipping between them and licking hungrily into you. They suckled around your clit, pulling the pleasure from your body to make you moan and succeeding. A sigh left your mouth, huffing out into a mild whimper as you tensed.

Their hands found your waist again, sliding down to hold your hips and pull them toward their mouth like you could a bowl of soup. Their silver tongue worked you like an instrument, as master of their craft pursuing their perfect symphony.

Their tongue flicked at your clit, building you up with appreciative hums. You whined when they pulled away, only to choke on a moan when you felt their long, slender fingers fill your pussy. They curled and coaxed, their thumb tapping your clit to tease you.

"Do you feel that?"

You jumped when their voice echoed in your ear, deep and raspy, like the billowing of sheets. "Do you love it?"

You nodded, huffing a breath as you tried to respond with a moan. "Listen to yourself," they chuckled, curling their fingers in a way that brings your hips forward. Their free hand grabs your waist and pulls you close without disrupting your bindings. "Such precious sounds…"

You ground your hips into their hand, searching out your pleasure. They move quickly and quietly, never letting you know their next move as you feel their tongue dip inside you again.

"Mmm, you're so wet for me, darling. You taste absolutely delectable."

You whispered their name, a muffled, muddled sound. ruined by the gag in your mouth. Your hips jerked as their teeth sunk into your inner thigh, bite marks sure to be left behind as they licked their tongue over the spot and kissed it tenderly. They continue to curl their fingers inside of you, sucking on your clit as they graze their fingers along your thigh with the likeness of a feather.

You could feel the ecstasy rising within you, teasing your nerve endings like pop rocks. They could tell you were close, they could always tell. By the way your moans became insistent whimpers, the way you fluttered around their fingers, the way you tried to get your affection passed your lips.

You managed to get the gag out of your mouth, the damp cloth falling around your neck as you took in a breath. "Mmm—Dee!"

Just as the coil threatened to snap, they pulled away with a disappointed tut, stopping everything with what you assumed was a disapproving glance. You mewled at the lack of stimulation, feeling that desperate need in the pit of your belly fade out into dissatisfaction. They took hold of your chin in your hand, tilting your head up and leaning so close you can feel their breath on your skin. "Come now, my dear… You know better than that."

You felt the cloth shift around your neck and whined. "Need you," you tried, leaning forward to taste their lips against yours. You never made contact.

"I know," they said, as though this was common knowledge (which it was). "But only good girls who listen to their beloveds get what they want. Isn't that right?"

With a sigh, you nodded.

"Good. Now, be my good girl…and whimper for me." You could feel their lips just hardly brush yours. You did as you were told, allowing a tiny whimper to slip from your lips and flood their ears with your delight. With a humming sigh, they seemed pleased. "Good. Word?"

"Dawn."

"Very good." They fixed the gag back inside your mouth, wrapping it more securely this time to ensure it didn't fall out again.

Their fingers found your cunt again, dipping inside and spreading you wide for them. You sucked in a breath, moaning deeply at the feeling. "Oh, just listen to that moan," Desire rasped. "You have no idea how wonderful you sound."

They wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you close as they worked you. Their lips found your neck, and down to your collarbone, grazing the valley of your breasts before stopping to kiss over the thin lace covering each of your peaked nipples. Continuing their way down, they continue to kiss any exposed skin you had to offer before they wound up on their knees again to kiss your throbbing clit. It wasn't hard to work you up again, curling their fingers and suckling on your clit and humming into your pussy as they brought you closer and closer to that release once more.

But as you moaned and tugged lightly on the restraints keeping you from being able to touch your love, they pulled away again with a hum. You mewled, fighting the growing need to cry as a tiny tearless sob erupted from your chest. Your pleas were muffled behind the gag once more as you felt the blissful height wane again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," they purred unsympathetically. "Were you wanting to cum that time?"

Your reply was almost a groan as you pulled lightly at the chains keeping your arms above your head.

"Of course, you were. You're practically begging me for it, aren't you, my sweet?" they wondered aloud, teasing you as their fingers brushed your chin again. "Let me fix that for you."

Their fingers snaked inside of you again massaging the spot within you that made you gasp as you bucked your hips against their hand. They pulled away from you once more, and you felt those same fingers pressing against your lips after lowering your gag. You opened your mouth obediently, closing it around their fingers and sucking your arousal from them.

"Mm, my good girl," they moaned. "Do you know what you taste like, darling?" You had not the chance to answer with their fingers still in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and insisting you keep licking them clean. "Like fucking candy," they whispered, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. Their voice was raspy and deep, like velvet on your skin as they seduced you, a snake charmer to a viper.

Their hands caressed your sides and stuffed the gag back in your mouth, and your hips jerked when you felt their tongue once more. They hummed and moaned into you. Fingers in your cunt once more, they worked you toward another high.

And they did that over and over and over again, building you up until you were crying for a release before pulling away to taunt you once again. It became this dance, jerking hips and curling fingers and flicking tongue against your clit. All you could do was stand there and take it, succumbing to the pleasure and to the torment "like a good little slut".

Tears were beginning to wet your blindfold. You were a whimpering mess and Desire fed off the pleasure line a succubus. They curled their fingers as they stood again. "Oh, look at you, my sweet pet."

Their free hand brushed gentle knuckles along your jaw. "You're so good. Trembling in my hands like a rattle. I love to watch you squirm."

You sputtered around the gag, your breath erratic and your legs shaky. "Mm, what is it, my dear? What do you need to tell me?"

Like honey, their words dripped on your skin. And, like a bee, you answered the allure as they removed the gag in its entirety.

You were shaking like a leaf as you tried to speak, the words chattering and stuttering out of you. "Please, needa cum… Fuck, y'feel so good. Need you."

"Like music to my ears," they purred. Your pussy fluttered again and they pulled their fingers out of you. A choked sob slipped from your throat.

"Please, I'll be good! Be your good girl. Whatever you want. Just please let me cum."

"Whatever I want?" they wondered, stroking a finger down your cheek.

"Yes. Please," you begged.

"Alright," they hummed. "This is what I want you to do."

"Anything," you moaned.

Their lips brushed your ear, taking the lobe between their teeth and biting gently before letting it go and whispering into your ear. You shuddered, longing to hold them.

"I want you to confess," they hissed. "I want you to confess that I am the ruler of lust and desire, and you are but a creature of it."

You nodded quickly. "You're right," you gasped. "Fuck, you're right." You watched blindly, wanting to see them as you spilled. "I am your servant. You're my ruler. Fuck, I'm yours, baby. All yours. Just, please."

They hummed, a sound that rolled deep in their throat as they relished in your submission. "My good girl," they chuckled. The sound echoed in your ears and you melted, going limp in spite of the chains. Desire had to wrap their arm around your body, pressing theirs to yours to hold you back up. "That's all that I wanted, my sweetling," they whispered on an influx. "Now…let me give you what you so crave."

"Please," you muttered.

"Shhh." Their fingers found you once more, and their tongue swiftly followed. You moaned and cried, bucking your hips into them as one of their hands came to hold you still. They pleasured you like someone who had been starved. They devoured you, and you gladly let them as you folded into their touch.

"Oh, fuck!" you cried. "Yes, Dee. Fuck, s'amazing." You were so close, you could feel it nipping at your heels as you listened to them.

They suckled a little harder as they pulled you closer. The heat in your belly snapped. You clenched around their fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as you came. You cried out from the pleasure, gasping as it crashed down on you hard.

You ground your hips into their hand as you chanted a symphony of "yes" and "please".

Desire purred, still coaxing you with their fingers as they brought you down. When they pulled out of you, you whimpered.

"Would you like me to fuck you now, pet?" they groaned in your ear.

You nodded quickly, "Please."

"My good girl," they praised, taking your chin in their hand and pulling you in to kiss you. You moaned into their mouth, seeking out their touch and embracing it. Their soft lips melded with yours like you were crafted for them and them only.

"You've behaved so well. Who am I to deny you?"

You groaned as your hands were lowered from their restraints, still chained but no longer stretched so far over your head. They eased you down, slowly, slowly, slowly. You felt the leg restraints disappear as they turned you blindly. Just as you went to stretch them, they were bound to the floor once more.

They bent you over the bed, thrusting their fingers into your slick cunt. They bent over your body, their lips next to your ear once more. "Are you ready for me, darling?"

"Yes," you begged.

"What is your word?"

"Dawn."

They gripped a handful of your ass, squeezing it and letting their nails dig into the flesh before letting it go. "Very good," they hummed. "Now be a good girl and moan for me."

You did just that as you felt the long, hard length of their cock push between your folds. They worked themself into you, burying their cock deep within your cunt with a deep sigh as they bottomed out. "You squeeze me so tight, my dear."

With your world still engulfed in darkness, you gripped the end of the bed and held on. "Please, fuck me," you sighed.

"Don't you worry. I'm going to fuck you nice and hard."

And they kept their promise, taking your hips and fucking into you like it was the last time they'd ever feel you. It was fast and rough and hard, the head of their cock thumping against the deepest part of you and making you see stars.

You gasped and moaned, clenching and unclenching and trying so hard to keep it together. Their fingers brushed down your spine. "You can get louder for me, can't you, my darling?"

You did. You let yourself loose as the sounds fell from your lips like a waterfall. "Please, don't stop!" you begged. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Much better," they moaned, fucking you a little faster. "Oh, you sound so lovely begging for me to fuck you."

"Dee," you whimpered.

"Listen to my voice," they purred in your ear, holding your hips as they ground into you. "Give yourself to me. Let me give you what you crave. Let go."

You relaxed, obeying their every command and letting the pleasure consume you, swallow you whole. Their fingers found your aching clit and began to rub once more, stroking their magic into you and filling you with bliss.

You choked on a moan, already feeling yourself reaching your high before it crashed down on you and drowned you in ecstasy. They didn't stop fucking you as you came, they didn't stop rubbing your clit. They just kept filling you, building you, devouring you.

"So good for me. Look at how much you came," they sang. "Your thighs are shaking so much. You must love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Their voice was full of pleasure. It was dripping from their tone and doused in praise and love. After a rough thrust, their hand curled around your throat gently and they nibbled on your earlobe. "Word?"

"Dawn!" you cried. "Definitely dawn."

"You're so perfect for me."

"Dee," you huffed, wanting to touch them but being unable to reach, wanting to see them but being unable to look. "Fuck, you're gonna…m-make me cum again."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "My sweet girl, I'm going to fuck you so full of my cum, you'll be begging me to keep it that way."

Your whole body shuddered at their words, and they grunted when they felt how you tightened around them again. They nearly whimpered as you sucked them in. "I'm so close, my darling."

Their thrusts became erratic, their steady rhythm faltering and becoming desperate. They fucked into you and felt their control slipping. "Are you ready for me?"

You nodded, "Yes, please. Please cum in me."

They flicked their wrist, and your dark vision went white as you came again, choking on a pleasured sob. They buried themself deep inside of you, filling you to the hilt as they gripped your waist and let their hand curl around your throat.

They moaned in your ear, deep and rough sounds that rumbled in your chest and made you warm inside. You lost your breath as you felt them spilling inside of you.

"Oh, my love." They breathed, holding you close. "The pleasure you bring. You've no idea how much I love you."

They held you close through the highest of your highs, listening to your weak whimpers and heavy breaths as they eased you down like a gentle creature to soft sheets. They pulled out of you and smiled at your whine, scooping you up into their arms and turning you around once the flick of their wrist was rid of your bindings.

They kissed your forehead before slowly lifting the blindfold. You were nearly blinded once more as the light began to flood your vision again. You smiled upon seeing Desire; their love-swollen lips, their shining golden eyes, their skin glowing with lust.

You raised a hand to wrap around the back of their neck and pulled them down to your lips, kissing them some more with a fervent passion. "I love you," you spoke against their lips, kissing them some more. "I love you."

Their hands smoothed along your skin, any skin they could find. They smiled, big and wide and proud. "I love you," they whispered, kissing the tip of your nose and brushing their knuckles along your cheekbone.

They stared at you, a long moment passing with gentle breaths and the aftershocks of a high as your legs still trembled. You could feel their cum beginning to seep out of you and onto the silk sheets. You took a deep breath. "Remind me not to challenge you again…"

They laughed, a loud one full of so much joy. "I don't know," they said mid-chuckle. "I wouldn't mind a repeat of tonight."

Your legs were weak at the thought.

"Oh, boy," you sighed.

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The Desire to be Loved- 5

Summary: Love is Desire's first creation. As Cupid she shoots her arrows of love and rips them from people's hearts too. Occasionally, shooting a soulmate arrow. What does she do when her first Soulmate arrow in 100 years is between Cupid and Dream?

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x OFC Love/Cupid/Venus (you know how these beings have millions of names) (Also technically it could be an x reader because love is sort of anthropomorphic but in this story a she)

Warnings: Manipulation, threats, crying, cliffhanger, unedited, kind of like enemies to lovers, soulmate au, cursing, gore, snake slander :(tell me if I miss any.

Word count: 1,8k+

Dividers by: @hyelita

Tags: @intothesoul @briskesby coffeebeforewater @i-voluntears @dreamingblueberries @idkamt @deniixlovezelda @lmg-stilinski24

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What overcame him can only be described as fury. Utter rage. As if he himself were not Dream but Destruction. Desire had not put the humans in danger, it is true that he was not stupid enough to do that. However, they did harm Cupid. There’d be no other explanation for his hollow puppet following after Dream.

Morpheus doesn’t see warm brown eyes staring back at him, but instead malicious glowing gold. Like a slithering snake watching his every move, deciding when to strike again. And he’s used Cupid’s body as the tall grass that he’s used to hide from Dream. Or rather, a second skin from which he can crawl inside and out when needed. Just another way to abuse her.

Dream’s pale hand wraps around the puppet’s neck. “Come out and face me, you unhuman abuser.” The creature’s expression changes to that sinister smirk that Desire has trademarked. She speaks but it is not her. It sounds painful. The voice sounds to be physically crawling with claws out of her throat. “You know where to find me.”

The puppet does what puppets do when their master lets go of their strings, she falls limp, then disappears. The dream-maker curses and within seconds steps into his gallery hall. He grabs the heart of Desire and his boots hit the red glass walls of Desire’s realm.

“What did you do with her?” His voice is rough and his jaw is locked. “She is my creature you cannot have her.” The younger brother snipes with a pained attitude, clearly displeased with his older brother catching him in his shenanigans. “She is not something to be owned.” The rougher voice replies just as quickly.

Desire’s lip is raised in disgust. He sits upright on his throne, crossing his legs and leaning forward. “I breathed life into her flesh, I can take it away just as easily. That makes her mine to own.” Dream steps forward. “Perhaps. But it is awfully cruel to keep Love from loving merely because the free will you gave her is awakening.”

Desire scoffs, “This is not love this is desperation. She’s nothing but a pet, I made her to be used.” This ticks Dream off. He does he same as he had with the marionette, grabs Desire right by the neck, threatening his life. “I will summon every nightmare that I have ever made and ever will make to haunt every frame that your eyes show you. You think that Endless do not too have dreams? I see, do not think I do not.”

Desire clenches his jaw. He knows that Dream speaks the truth and anything Dream can conjure would be 100 times more terrifying than he could. They swallow, their eyes look for a way out but can’t find one. “She’s in Despair’s realm. I don’t know where.” Dream doesn’t say anything, just squeezes Desire’s neck tighter. “I don’t know where! I don’t know what despair she has, I gave her the perfect life!”

Within those words Dream knows what haunts Cupid. He remembers the horror in her eyes and the way the blood dripped to the floor like sticky syrup. The way it coated her golden hair, making look like wet copper, a rusty pipe. Most of all he remembers how she wailed in despair.

She can’t escape it. She can’t escape this nightmare. Each time she tries to stop it from happening, it does happen. No matter what she does or doesn’t do. The heart always ends up beating in her hands. She holds the soul of the lover pumping blood until it shrivelled up and grey in her arms.

At this point, she’s given in. She sits on the floor in the corner of the room it all happened in. Even when she does this, the organ still ends up pouring her hands with blood. The tears she cried at first matched this boundless drip but now it has ended and there is nothing left in her soul. Only the fear she has for herself and just how cruel she has become.

“Cupid.” She doesn’t hear. All she hears is the man that at no time has ever stopped crying. Grabbing at his chest as he dies of a broken heart. That and that pump-pump-pump as the cardio vascular muscles pull and contract trying to save a person who stands no chance.

“Cupid!” In between the gasps of a dead man and the point where all blood drains she hears it. Him. Has he come to fulfil his promise of finding her? Of saving her? Why did it take so long? Why did she have to break this poor soul’s heart over a million times before he found her?

“Cupid!” Her gaze snaps. It is him. The scene restarts again. The man’s crying starts again. No, no, she can’t do this again if there is some glimmer of an escape. Her head finally raises from the position it’s been locked in for all this time. “Call again.” Her voice is rare but the other one isn’t.

“Cupid!” There it is! A mirror in the corner of the room that ripples when the voice calls out. She lifts herself. Her knees crack as she does and her legs have long since gone into pins and needles. But anything is better than that blood curdling scream that comes now. She jumps, she jumps every time. The heart shows in her hands again and again she wants to stop and cry.

“Cupid!” She mustn't become distracted, this is her only chance! She must come to him herself or else she can never escape this hell. She places the heart down, the man cries even louder at this. She flinches but in her last moment of strength ignores his pleas for her to stay and comfort him. She’s tried that before.

Her hand, smeared red with blood, reaches to the mirror and then through the mirror. She feels a soft hand, a cold one, a pleasant change from the burning blood bound to her hands. A gasp of relief escapes her and she steps closer. She can just barely make out his face and those glowing blue eyes.

“Come to me, Cupid. I have found you.”

With one step through the glassy mirror, relief falls on her shoulders. More like tumbles down. Peace comes within the instant. And suddenly she can breathe again. Glades upon glades of ceaseless flowers that jump and dance in the wind and the sun and the colours that plummet from their petals.

The mountains too are painted in vibrant images of a thousand hues. The suns first early rays comes from the right and cast a shadow behind her. Bees and birds and butterflies bound from beautiful buttercups. What looks to be fairies, made from which she is, tend to the flower field.

The hand that holds hers helps her as she hunches down in the hibiscus flowers. The tule of her dress surrounds her in a image of a flower’s petals spreading in the face of the early mornings rays. Her hair seems to match the colour of sunshine and Dream can hear his own heart beat in his ears.

“You made this for me?” Her eyes, this time like hot honey on his tongue, look up to him. She squints against the sun shining down on her. Her button nose scrunches up as she does. A coy smile shows his white teeth against those pale lips.

“I did not.” Her brows furrow, “Then who did?” He tilts his head to the side, the sunrays hit her eyes again, he notices and moves back. “You did.” Cupid turns back to face the flower meadow. “Me?” He nods, allowing her to think. “You started out as something merely made by Desire...but it seems your affect on the humans has made you into something more...”

His blue eyes don’t seem to match the blue sky and it’s all she can think about. “This would be your realm.” He explains to her, he can’t seem to look away. It’s strange, a pout forms on her lips. It runs over Dream like a crashing wave you cannot run form. He cannot stop when he is already crouched down beside her and his thumb pulls on her bottom lip.

“Why the frown?” Her cheeks match the colour of a dusty rose. She takes her head back from his grasp and her eyes scan the scene. “I was hoping there’d be someone to talk to.” Dream feels his heart soften like wet clay. His knees give in and he sits down next to her in the flower bed.

“You are lonely?” Her small hands takes the delicate petals of a flower between her fingers. “I’ve only ever talked to Desire.” Dream scoffs at this. “That is sure to cause a lonely heart for his company is only about themself.” He stands out in the colourful field. “You could make some company.”

Dream suggests and her brows pull together. The Endless gently plucks the flower she holds from her hands. He seems to summon a bundle of sand which so carefully trickles onto the flower. The daisy sprouts eyes and appendages and a mouth. It’s eyes look all around before settling on Cupid.

“Hello.” Love smiles and brushes the petals again. “Hello. Go, play.” She says, letting the now mortal flower jump around in the meadow. “Thank you, but I was hoping something with more substantial consciousness.” Now it is Dreams turn to furrow his brows.

“I could give you the gift of choice. To chose when the humans can see you and when they cannot, just as I come and go.” He suggests to her, wanting to do almost anything to keep her happy. “You just saved me from eternal hell and now wish to gift me more?” She is unused to people being kind.

“If it sets your heart at ease we could call it an exchange.” Her eyes jump from his eyes to her sharp jaw and then back. It’s hard to keep focus when he’s not looked away from her once. “What for?” Dreams allows the arrow to appear in his hands and then places it in hers.

She smiles now at the sight of the arrow. “What would you like me to do with this?” She asks, her eyes reading the names over and over again. Dream smiles, “Is it our names written?” He asks her, his eyes only hold softness, no anger.

Cupid nods, not trusting her voice. “I’d like for you to keep it. And only when you feel the statement is correct may you pierce our hearts with it.” Suddenly tears pool in her eyes and she shudders trying not to cry.

A choice. He’s given himself the chance to earn her love. He’s given her the choice to love him or not. Her first choice ever and it seems it will be the most important one she’ll ever make.

Part 4~Part 6 (coming soon)

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