(Iâm still watching 1984.And i skipped half of the Freak Show and Cult whole season.Iâll add more characters in future)
Murder House
Tate Langdon
Violet Harmon
Ben Harmon
Asylum
Kit Walker
Lana Winters
Grace Bertrand
Dr.Oliver Thredson
Coven
Zoe Benson
Cordelia Goode
Madison Montgomery
Kyle Spencer
Freak Show
Dandy Mott
Jimmy Darlin
Hotel
Donovan
Sally
Tristan Buffy
James March
John Lowre
Liz Taylor
The Countess
Rudolph Valentino
Will Drake
Roanoke
Shelby Miller
Edward Mott
Matt Miller
Sidney James
Audrey Tindall
Rory Monahan
Cult
*I skipped this season.Will write about it after I watch it.*
Apocalypse
Michael Langdon
John H. Moore
Mallory
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Oliver Wood
Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
Ron Weasley
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
James Potter
Cedric Diggory
Neville Longbottom
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ginny Weasley
Hermione Granger
Luna Lovegood
Narcos
Javier Pena
Steve Murphy
Horacio Carillo
The Sandman
Morpheus
Johanna Constantine
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Crowley
Jack Kline
Adam Winchester
Michael!Dean
Michael!Adam
Michael!Young John
Charlie Bradbury
Rowena Macleod
Teen Wolf
Scott McCall
Stiles Stilinski
Isaac Lahey
Derek Hale
Liam Dunbar
Theo Raeken
Mason Hewitt
Corey Bryant
Nolan Holloway
Brett Talbot
Jackson
Jordan Perrish
Peter Hale
The Vampire DiariesÂ
(Iâm still in season 3.Iâll add more characters in future)
Damon
Stefan
Tyler
Katherine
Klaus
Elijah
Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
Luke Castellan
Nico Di Angelo
BBC Sherlock
Sherlock Holmes
John Watson
Mycroft Holmes
Inspector Lestrage
Professor Moriarty
BBC Merlin
Arthur Pendragon
Morgana Pendragon
Geneviev Pendragon
Merlin
Knights of the round table
The Mandalorian
Din Djarin
Cobb Vanth
Luke Skywalker
Ahsoka Tano
° Request Only°
Fear Street 1994,1978,1666
Scream 1,2,3,4,5
Final Destination 1,2,3,4,5
My native language is not English .So,forgive me for my mistakes. Feel free to send me requests.You can also ask me if I write for something not listed. PLEASE tell me the series/movie/etc. the character is coming from.
Iâm actually so down bad for Tyler Galpin, like itâs not even funny, Iâm down astronomically bad, he consumes every waking thought I have, I literally read all the fanfic and am constantly refreshing the tag. I need him so bad actually.
In case anyone missed this news story. Andrew Tate, known human trafficker, was wanted by Romanian authorities along with his brother, but they kept dodging arrest by always being out of the country. Until Tate suddenly decided, in all his misogyny, to target Greta Thunberg for some condescending comments. She replied with a clap back about how he was displaying small dick energy, and he tweeted back at her essentially saying "I know you are but what am I" but with a selfie attached.
Here's where it gets hilarious. He had pizza boxes from a Romanian pizza chain in the image, and it was recognised as the Tate brothers' villa. So authorities who were monitoring his social media realised they was there and hurried to arrest them.
He got taken down because he got so mad at a teenage girl insulting him, after he had gone out of his way to provoke her, that he accidentally doxxed himself and is now going to be prosecuted for his crimes.
Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.
Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Contents (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Loss of Virginity, Hints at Dreamâs Secret Desires (He Horny For U, K!?).
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Readerâs nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.
Word Count: ~4.4k
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February 1927
Morpheus held you close, soaking in the comfort you provided and giving you the same in return. It wasnât often you were inconsolable, but captivity combined with Jessamyâs death had worn your spirit down to the point where you had begun to feel hopeless. It broke him to see you in such a state after you had remained so strong for the last ten years, but this last year had been the hardest. Little you, who had remained steadfast and stubborn, refusing Burgessâ demands, was beginning to crack. So when you fell into your dreams this night, Morpheus joined you in your old bedroom and wrapped you up in an embrace that he hoped staved off the emotional pain you felt. You were trembling in his arms, and he hated it. Hated that it was Roderick Burgess who had put so much strain and anguish on you that you physically shook⌠and what he hated the most was that the spark of fire that simmered behind your eyes was nearly snuffed out. You were meant to be free, to wander, to explore, you were never meant to be trapped in place.Â
âFortuna, the next time he comes, you are to give him what he wants,â Morpheus spoke into your hair, your beautiful hair that he loved to gently comb when you and he had the privacy of your dreams. You hadnât been able to cut it since the start of your captivity and it had grown beyond manageable length. At least you were more comfortable in your dreams. In fact, on several occasions, he had followed your wish to cut it to a more manageable length at the start of your dreams. He had already done so silently at the start of this one.Â
âI will never give him what he desires.â You croaked out, your words muffled from where you had buried your face into his chest. âI do not answer to greed nor is it within my power to give him that which he desires of me. Teleute gave me immortality, not the power of the Gods.â
âI can enable you to do as he thinks of you, my Tyche,â Morpheus responded, drawing a hand down your back. âYou can be Fortuna Goddess Incarnate. My Fortuna, my Tyche.â
âI will not give a man such as he, the pleasure of breaking me, Morpheus.â You bit back with a snarl on your lips, your fingers curling against his shirt at the idea.Â
âIt would earn you your freedom from this cage, Fortuna,â Morpheus said lowly, not liking your resistance. âI will not have you suffering in that enclosed place any longer.â His voice was a growl, clearly showing that he wanted you out of captivity as soon as possible.Â
âAnd I refuse to leave without you, Morpheus.â You stated firmly, pulling back to look up into his eyes. You reached up and cupped his face, your fingers stroking his cheek. âAs long as you remain, so shall I.â His eyes glowed with mercury discontent but you remained firm with your decision. You had long since fallen for the Endless and the thought of being separated terrified you. Morpheus needed to know how you felt, and how much you did not wish to be separated. Silent looks of longing were no longer permissible. âI know you are not going to give in to him, mi Amor, no matter how long it may take. I will not leave you.â The blazing novas in his eyes softened and his forehead bent to press against yours. His touch trailed across your hair to brush along your cheek.
His touch was all that kept you from losing your mind in that decrepit basement, and it was he at night that gave you comfort and reprieve from captivity. Morpheus knew that you wouldnât change your mind, not after over ten years of intimacy and closeness. You would never willingly leave him. How many years had he spent silently yearning for more than soft teases and smiles that warmed his heart? Morpheus had decided long ago that he wanted you to be his, but he would never take advantage of your captivity to indulge in his desires so he had always remained stoic, observing you from the sidelines⌠but here you were, begging him not to ask you do such a thing. Mi Amor. Mi Amor. Mi Amor. When had you started thinking of him as your mi Amor? It mattered not, Morpheus couldnât hold himself back anymore.Â
Pulling your face closer to his and bumping noses, Morpheus tilted your head and captured your lips for the first time since he had set eyes on you. Your soft mouth was like nothing he had kissed before. You shuddered against Morpheus and struggled to return the kiss, pressing upwards against his lips. You had never desired to kiss anyone in your life, no boy or man had ever had the luxury, but at this moment you were desperate for the abating and revivifying kisses that pressed against your lips. Only Morpheus could have this right to your body.
Your lips broke apart for a moment, you and Morpheus breathing in each otherâs dizzying scents. Eyes opening, you met Morpheusâs gaze with a trembling breath, easily getting lost in the galaxies that flickered in intense blue. Your mouth brushed against his once more, bringing out the most delightful sensations across your lips. A few more moments of silence passed before Morpheus was returning his mouth to yours, nipping and tugging at your lips, twisting you up into a haze. You felt so inexperienced and clumsy, and yet, found that it was easy to relax into his kisses and desiring demands. Your parted mouth pressed back, catching his lower lip and gently tugging. That had an immediate impact on Morpheus, his hands running over your shoulders and fingers rapidly unraveling the shoulder bows of your kirtle. Your bodice fell loose and Morpheusâs hands then slid to the ties at the base of your corset.Â
You let out a shuddering breath against Morpheusâs hungry lips and dragged your nails down his shoulder. He had your corset untied incredibly fast and the heavy fabric of your kirtle slipped from your body to pool at your feet. You were now only wearing your chemise which offered little protection against the cold temperature of your room. That only pushed you closer to Morpheus as you tugged on his shirt, pushing it upwards with your fingers to lay your hands flat against his warm skin. That heat was so addicting, you wanted more, you demanded more, and that is exactly what Morpheus gave you. Morpheus effortlessly picked you up, his hands digging into your flesh and carrying you over to your small bed, all the while your mouths not once parting. Upon leaning back into your mattress, you pushed your hands up and over his shoulders to sink your nails into his shirt and pulled. Morpheus broke your lip lock, reaching to take your chin and press his thumb into your tingling lower lip. A message passed through his eyes to yours.Â
âPor favor, mi Amor, te necesitoš,â (Please, my love, I need you.) You whispered out, drawing your fingers and further bunching the shirt on his back. Morpheus needed no further confirmation from you, urgently dropping his lips back to yours and kissing you passionately. You melted beneath him, led on by little nibbles and deep kisses that sought to ravish every part of your lips. He was kissing you with such feeling and passion that you felt like he was stealing oxygen from your lungs. Breaking the lip lock, you took a moment to drag Morpheusâs shirt the rest of the way up. He let you rip it from his body before ripping at the buttons of your chemise himself, eager to bare your opulent flesh that he had cradled and protected for over a decade.
Morpheus knew every dip and curve, dimple, and scar that marked your body. He had held you ever so close but never had the chance to explore such wonders with his hands. He intended to rectify that immediately. While you ran your hands over his chest he did the same with your body, pushing and pulling at your chemise until he had it sliding out from beneath your bare body. You were bare to him but you had no shame or embarrassment about your nudity, after all, you had clung to him for warmth for the past decade. What hadnât he seen? But Morpheus had never had the luxury to appreciate what he cradled and protected from the guards and cold. No, he had been resigned to a state of expressionlessness. But here in your dream, Morpheus could ravish your body to his heart's content, and thatâs exactly what he was going to do. Â
His mouth landed on your shoulder and pressed kiss after kiss along your skin, slowly moving inwards and down to your collarbone. You softly moaned, running your fingers up his sculpted chest and stroking them across his cheek. While Morpheus suckled at your flesh, his hands landed on your hips and pushed upwards, pressing into your skin in a way that made it so his touch lingered long after his fingers had moved on. Then his hands caressed your breasts, stroking them and massaging them in a way that made you moan and arch into his touch. You slipped your hands under his arms and pulled Morpheus closer to you. A surge of fire flooded throughout your body, running up and down your spine and gathering between your legs. You softly whimpered at the foreign feeling.
Morpheus could feel your pulse fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird beneath the beautiful skin of your neck, fast, hot, and full of life. The surge of life throbbed beneath his lips and that only made the Endless want you more. But why did you wish to suffer with him?
âWhy do you not see how I care for you?â Morpheus rasped, trailing his lips across your jaw. He reached up and cupped the back of your neck, angling your head so you were looking into his eyes. Your lips brushed against his as you froze in place. âDo you not see through my affection, my love, my veneration? It is my greatest desire to set you free yet you shirk my reverence for spite and refusal.â You trembled beneath star-filled eyes that gazed down at you with tinges of sadness. Did he think that after all this time, you merely disagreed with him on the subject because of spite? Now was your only chance to come clean with the Endless.Â
âEstoy enamorada de ti².â (I'm in love with you.) You whispered against his lips, your lips trembling as your heart flooded with uncertainty. Morpheusâs irises dilated and he stilled to a statue. âCada dĂo te quiero mas. Eres mi todo, Dream of the EndlessÂł.â (Every day I love you more. You are my everything, Dream of the Endless.) Perhaps your sudden confession had been too much because the seconds after you had finished speaking seemed to stretch into years. Your heart was trying to race out of your chest waiting for his response. Then blue eyes shifted to molten mercury and you found yourself stumbling as Morpheus moved. Even before your back hit the straw mattress of your bed his lips were on yours.
Morpheus ravished your lips, him and insistent, scorched with need. His tongue carved a line of tingles across your lower lip and you gasped against the explosion of tingles in your mouth. Morpheus gave your lower lip a hungry nibble as you panted and then urged your lips to open wider to push his tongue against yours. He pulled a soft moan from you, then shifted his hand to brush his thumb across your cheek, enjoying the way you responded to his deep kisses with gentle innocence. Morpheus supposed he should feel guilt for corrupting you in such a manner, but he couldnât stop himself, not when you tasted so sweet, not when you looked so desirable beneath him. Not when he had wanted you to be his for so long. Twirling his tongue against yours one last time, his impatience to feel you grew far too much to bear.Â
His lips parted yours and you eagerly sucked in oxygen, eyes fluttering at Morpheus as you reeled from the tongue-tying kiss he had spun you up into. Your cheeks were flushed and your chest heaved. You felt a complete mess, you turned into a complete mess⌠but Morpheus had never seen you looking so beautiful. With devouring eyes, Morpheus bent back down, mouthing a trail of fire along your collarbone to the hollow of your throat, drawing soft noises from your parted lips. You sank one of your hands into obsidian hair, fresh pleads on your lips.Â
âPlease, mi Amor, I am burning,â You begged, for what, you didnât know. You just knew that your body burned with a fire of desire and need you thought might consume you if not doused. A hum of satisfaction slipped from Morpheusâs lips as he moved to adore your breasts, licking and mouthing at your heaving flesh as your legs twisted against his trousers. âMe quemo por tiâ´,â (I burn for you.) You gasped as he teased a nipple, sealing his mouth against it. It was his deepest and darkest desire to see you round with his child, your breast full of milk, ready to feed the life he and you created. Morpheus put his darkest desires aside, right now you burned and he longed to feel you wrapped around his cock. Morpheus released your breast and raised softly glowing eyes to yours.Â
âDo you desire this, my Tyche? Do you desire my touch? Do want me to fill you with my cock, to take your innocence, your body, and soul, claim them as mine?â Your beautiful eyes, wide and stricken with pleasure and daze, fluttered, as you brought your hand up to settle it against his face. Your fingers made shivers run up Morpheusâs spine. He prayed to the Universe that you would say yes.Â
âQuiero que me hagas el amorâľ.â (I want you to make love to me.) You breathed out, your eyes reflecting your words. âQuiero que seas mĂo y quiero ser tuyaâś.â (I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.) It was as if the stars has designed to aline on this very day just to grant Morpheus his wish. Eyes still blazing brilliant silver, Morpheus let his hands wander over your body, feeling the heat that burned beneath your skin. You said you burned, and he knew you burned for him. Unable to resist the temptation any further, Morpheus ran a hand over your breasts, down your stomach, and then into your patch of curls. Your hips bucked up at the intimate touch. Then Morpheus pushed his fingers through your folds to stroke your cunt. You let out a strangled gasp at his touch, one of your hands dropping to grasp at your bedsheet. Never before had you been touched like this, but oh did it feel ever so wonderful.Â
Your eyes rolled back slightly while you moaned and bucked your hips further into his hand. He drank in the sight of you washed with pleasure, arching, moaning as if every little touch Morpheus gave you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was. Then he sank his finger deep within your cunt and a sharp little cry escaped your lips. Your walls were hot and velvety, clenching around Morpheusâs finger as he stroked your body from within. You squirmed against him, your fingers sliding down Morpheusâs neck and your nails lightly raking over his flesh. The sweet little noises you made only spurred him on further, your honey-soaked moans and trembling thighs feeding his desire to see you in a state of utter bliss. You fell apart beneath him quickly, your cunt soon soaked and Morpheusâs fingers sliding in and out of your body with wet, slippery, sounds that only made more heat flood your face.
âMi Amor, Te Necesito,â You moaned, your nails scraping his neck as your eyes fluttered up into Morpheusâs. You caressed and stroked his neck, and Morpheus couldnât help but lower his chin and kiss your fingers. Such sweet begging from your lips, who has he to deny you? So Morpheus pulled back, his fingers sliding from your swollen flesh. You let out a mournful whimper at the loss. Morpheus quickly pressed his lips against your neck, whispering reassurances that he would not leave you in such a needing state. With his gentle words slipping across your skin, Morpheus brushed his lips up your jaw until intense blue eyes bored into yours. What you were feeling for him within your heart was nearly robbing you of the oxygen in your lungs. Then you felt the material of his trousers melt away and his naked body fully pressed against yours. You quivered at the feeling, your soft body welcoming Morpheusâs sculpted one.Â
Morpheus gently stroked your face, his eyes never once leaving yours. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your swollen folds and cunt. Oh, you ached to be filled terribly, why was he dragging out this torture? You were mid-thought, thinking about speaking up when he started pushing into you, slow and gentle. Your eyes went wide and your hips twitched at the intrusion, then you gasped the moment his hips met yours and your body struggled to accept his length. You couldnât help the tears that burned at the edge of your lashes. Morpheusâs lips were immediately kissing them away, his tongue praising you in a language you didnât understand. He was nothing but gentle with you, always so gentle, treating your body as if it were a precious treasure. To him, you were the most precious thing in his endless life.Â
Against your quivering thighs, Morpheus could feel your body twisting against his, begging for more. From the way your cunt was clenching and squeezing his cock, it took Morpheus everything he had to not take your body aggressively, like an animal. He wanted to viciously rut against you to sate this hunger, he wanted to devour your tender flesh until you fell apart, he wanted to ravage your body until he broke every seam and stitch that held you together. But you, little you, were so innocent and ignorant of the pleasures of the human body. Morpheus refused to break you apart like any other human male would have, no, he was going to have you break yourself apart by your own will. Watching as your hollowed throat constricted and relaxed in time with your haggard breathing, Morpheus couldnât help but press his lips against your pulse and seal his mouth there, tasting your skin and marking it in possession. Your breathing hitched beneath his mouth and he felt fingernails sink into his back and push him closer. You wanted him, you wanted him so much. Morpheus couldnât hold back any longer. Â
He drew back from your cunt, feeling your walls desperately clinging to his cock with such force that he groaned into your neck. When Morpheus sank his throbbing cock back into your body, you gasped and scratched at his back. His cock pushed through your walls with a rawness that burned, and yet, there was a second more profound sensation that you wanted to chase. Pleasure. In all your years of living, you had never experienced something like this, an intimacy that made you feel connected to Morpheus on another level.
As Morpheus settled into a gentle rocking motion that made your breath hitch with every thrust, you pressed your fingers into the contours of his back and traced the hard lines. Your eyes fluttered as he claimed your body, over and over, never once ceasing the kisses he pressed against your skin. But in this intimate moment that you only ever share with Morpheus, you wanted to see his eyes. So you grasped onyx hair in your fingers and dragged his head away from your heaving chest so magnetic stars stared into yours. You both panted, breathing each other with heated cheeks. The world could spin, around and around, and your eyes would never stray from him. Morpheus looked as if he has been formed from the stars themselves, sculpted and formed with the idea of perfection in mind.Â
âQuĂŠ guapo eresâˇ,â (You are so beautiful/ How handsome you are) You whispered against his lips, overtaken by the beauty of your lover draped over you. Morpheus closed the millimeters separating your lips, taking your mouth like a rogue storm. You moaned into that kiss, feeling an inferno streaking through your cunt and sparking the churning feeling within your body. It was hard for you to keep up and you found yourself writhing beneath him, a leg curled around his lower back and your nails digging into his flesh. He twisted your tongue with his, nipped at your lips, and breathed his love into you until you were writhing uncontrollably against him. You were a scene of utter bliss and Morpheus drank that in, his eyes glowing with the strength of a million suns.Â
âThey call you Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate?â Morpheus possessively questioned against your lips. You shuddered and gasped at how rough his thrusts now came. Hard. Driving. Deep. You could barely breathe as his cock plunged deep within your body, claiming it, ruining you for all others. âI shall make you my goddess,my Y/N, my goddess of fortune. Mine.â You felt something crawling across your skin, enveloping your body, soaking into your skin with an electric hum. Your body bucked harshly against Morpheusâs, your nails sinking so hard into his flesh that he could feel pain. Morpheus knew that your body wasnât going to easily accept the gift he was forcing into you. So silver eyes going nova, he wrap you in his magic and pressed his gift into you. You shrieked, overwhelmed by the sensations bombarding you in every direction, and that tension within your body finally exploded.
You shattered to stardust.Â
Staring out the tiny window of your room, you gazed at the brightened sky illuminated by the full moon with a vacant look in your eyes. Morpheus had been brushing his hand through your hair and down your back since he had rolled onto his back, bringing you with him. Neither of you had spoken a word since coming down from the high of your carnal devotion, and you were almost afraid to speak⌠because you knew what he was going to ask of you. In your lovemaking, Morpheus, with all his power and might, had molded you into what he saw you to be: Y/N, Goddess of fate, fortune, and luck⌠but you wouldnât disappear like the other Gods before you. Faded and Forgotten. You would be eternal. You didnât mind being eternally his, your passion and ardor for the Endless, was in fact, endless. But you know exactly what he wanted of you, and that was something you refused with absolution. It was Morpheus who finally broke the silence.Â
âWhy do you still refuse to do as I ask, my Tyche? You know you would be treated better if you do as he bids, you may not be entirely free but you would no longer be confined so tightly.â Morpheus said. You turned your face further into his chest and remained quiet for a few moments. You wanted this little bubble of ecstasy to last forever, to stave off the reality in which you truly lived. But you couldnât hide from your Endless lover, so you answered, ever so slowly tilting your head back against his chest to look at him in the eyes.Â
âYou know why,â You whispered faintly, a tinge of pain creeping into your voice. The pain of what you knew would come if you agreed. âPlease donât ask me to do such a thing.â Morpheusâs hold on your body tightened, his clear disagreement with your wants evident enough. You were almost worried that he would start arguing with you and break the moment of private intimacy, but he didnât. Morpheus continued his strokes along your back, soaking in your soft skin and committing it to memory, enjoying the feel of you while he could. âIf I am to be trapped, I shall be trapped with you. I beg you, mi Amor, donât let him take me away from you. You are the only solace feel in these entrapped times.â
Your pleas to never part with him ripped what little heart Morpheus had left and it nearly destroyed him. Youâd rather spend an eternity trapped in this little glass ball with him, bare and cold, than give in to the demands of the self-entitled mortal in exchange for a scrap of freedom. Morpheus knew he might not be able to keep such a promise, not when Roderick Burgess kept him so weak and confined. But that didnât mean he wasnât going to do his best to protect you from your captor. You, after all, were the light in these dark times and Morpheus was determined to keep you safe.
âI promise you, my Tyche, I will never willingly let him take you from me,â Morpheus promised, pressing his face into the crown of your hair. That put your mind at ease and you closed your eyes, willing yourself to enjoy the last few hours of this idyllic escape from reality. It wasnât that hard. These dreams were the only time you truly felt comfortable, and stretched out on top of Morpheusâs body, your legs tangled with his, you soaked in the heat from his body while still feeling the ache and pleasure from your lovemaking. You would get through this, no matter how long it took, as long as you had Morpheus.Â
When you woke from your dream, you jerked in his arms, the cold of the basement once again shocking you. You shivered in his arms and your lips trembled as the high of your dream came crashing down. Turning your face into his shoulder, you squeezed your eyes shut as they burned from the reality which you now lived in. It took everything Morpheus had to not start rampaging against the glass cage the moment he felt warm tears hit his skin. His muscles physically strained and bulged as he fought against his instincts. Your tears were like little daggers being thrust into his heart. The physical pain he felt knowing that he could not comfort you when you needed him the most ripped at his anthropomorphic soul. All he could do was wait for the hours to pass by until you fell asleep once more, and he had a chance to once again hold you in his arms the way he truly wished to. Only then could he truly care for you. But for now, he had to bear the feeling of your hot tears hitting his skin and shivering trembles from your repressed sobs with an expressionless face. It was agony.Â
Translations:
Por favor, mi amor, te necesito = Please, my love, I need you.
Estoy enamorada de ti = I'm in love with you.
Cada dĂo te quiero mas. Eres mi todo, Dream of the Endless = Every day I love you more. You are my everything, Dream of the Endless.
Me quemo por ti = I burn for you.
Quiero que me hagas el amor = I want you to make love to me.
Quiero que seas mĂo y quiero ser tuya = I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.
QuĂŠ guapo eres = You are so beautiful/How handsome you are
YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN KID IS FOR THE LONELY LONER GIRLIES.
the girls who are afraid of commitment or rejection. the archer girls,this is me trying girls,cardigan girls,right where you left me girls. for the burnout kid syndrome girls. the girls who aren't scared to speak their minds. for the girls who built thick walls around their hearts so they wouldn't get hurt. for the girls with unhealthy coping mechanisms.for the girls who doesn't share or show emotion when they needed to. for the girls with undiagnosed eating disorders. for the girls who burn the bridges entirely and immediately but after time couldn't help but wonder at late sleepless nights,if they did the right thing. for the girls that are haunted by their past. for people with childhood trauma. for girls that have to live with haunting memories but would do everything to forget it.for the girls who hate summer. for the girls who hate their hometown. for platonic girls. for the girls, it doesn't matter how much people they are surrounded with they just feel terribly lonely no matter what.
Love didnât know exactly when her legs failed to keep walking or when she lost consciousness from being so weak, but she felt a presence coming on her way and it made her body jerk awake thinking it could be someone else coming after her. It would be hard, but if necessary she would fight back no matter what.
âY/N? Oh, Y/N, my love.â she could recognize that voice anywhere and anytime, it was him. Morpheus came for her, he must have felt her now that there was nothing keeping her powers locked. When Dream found her she was huddled near a tree, shivering from her lack of clothes and he used his coat to cover her body. âWhat have they done to you?â
âYouâre here. DreamâŚyou came.â all she could think about was that he was there with her, her beloved would protect her. For now, Love was safe. It took her a few moments to see the figure behind him. âCorinthian? What are you doing here?â the last time she saw him, the nightmare was running away from the Dreaming and also from Morpheus.
âHe came back to the Dreaming to inform me of what happened to you. We have looked for you ever since, aĹkÄąm.â he picked her up and she put her arms around his neck, bringing him the closer she could.
âI would never let anything happen to you, anne.â
âThey thought I was Death. We need to warn her, there are others. They stole..theyâŚIâŚâ once more the weakness was growing inside her and soon the darkness surrounded her once more. This time her body knew she was safe in the arms of Dream, it was like after centuries captured now she was finally able to relax and take a rest.
She didn't know how devastated the world was, ever since the Love of the Endless missed it all fell into the darkness and people became their worst version. Morpheus didn't know if he should tell her that, because humanity had already hurted her enough and yet he knew she still cared for them. He couldn't imagine what they did to he, there wasn't a day that he didn't beg the Creator to take him instead of her. It sounded silly now that the thought of her running away from him ever crossed his mind, that this beautiful woman that would do anything for him because she was deeply in love with him would simply abandon what they had for some cold feet. Dream had to thank Corinthian for taking away these ideas, the nighmare was loyal to Y/N ever since he was created and the king guessed it was because when Corinthian was created the Endless had just understood that he felt something more than just desire for his sisterâŚhe loved her. His creation could feel it and with that and the fact Love cared deeply and understood his emotions way better than Dream, they formed a connection. Perhaps Y/N was right in telling that the Dreaming was a huge family, messy and way too loud, but still family.
In her heart the oldest Endless did see the Dreaming as her family, even if she wasn't officially their queen or part of it, but also every little dove of Akai Ito was also part of it. Each soul would tell a different story and in the end they all connected with her, Love trusted them to take care of her kingdom while she was away.
Morpheus was laying on her by her side, not wanting to stay away from her for even a moment. Centuries without her presence left a hole in his chest and only her presence could ease his pain. Dream couldnât help but think about many possibilities where he couldâve prevented this fate, for most of the time she was away he refused to talk with Destiny for he always knew about this. The brothers werenât close, but Love and Destiny were twins and cared about each other deeply and yet he stood by watching as they ruined her. His beloved Y/N suffered and was still in pain and he didnât even know what things they did to herâŚhe didnât know if he wanted to. If they dared to touch her it would be their end and no rule could stop him.
âDream?â her voice sounded scared and he soon understood that she was afraid it was made up on her head and she would be back there. Love was awake, but refused to open her eyes.
âI am here, aĹkÄąm. You are safe now, they cannot hurt you anymore.â
âYou will protect me, hayalim?â What had they done to her? it was all Morpheus could think while seeing her like that. Fragile. Broken.
âI failed to protect you once, I shall never make the same mistake ever again.â his hand caressed her cheek. Morpheus came close enough so their lips were almost touching. âI need you to tell me who they are and what they have done to you.â as soon as the words were out he regretted it, her body went rigid and if she could, Love wouldâve definitely run at that moment.
âNo, no, no. Why would you want that?â
âBecause he hurt you. They hurt you and for that they shall be punished.â there was a sweetness in his voice, something everybody else rarely saw but not her. As soon as Morpheus accepted that he loved her there wasnât a single moment where he didnât express it.to her.
âIâm sorry, Dream. ItâsâŚtoo soon.â the tears she was once again trying to hold back began to fall from her eyes. âRight now all I need is you. Donât leave me, I know Iâm broken and IâŚI donât know if I can be fixed, butâŚPlease, donât leave me.â
"I would never leave you. Y/N, you are my everything, without you I would seek our sister to follow her to the Sunless Lands. There are no dreams without love, I cannot exist without you in my life. Never doubt my love, my devotion and my loyalty to you." this time she was the one pulling him closer, not wasting a moment to kiss him.
"Can youâŚ" her voice was low, but full of hope. "Can you wait for me? I cannotâŚmarry you now. I must find my tools and go back to Akai Ito. That's the only way to restore peace in the waking world. I'm too weak now, but I can still feel them. IâŚI need to go."
"AĹkÄąm, I will wait for as long as you need, but you cannot ask me to leave you alone in this journey. It is impossible for me to depart myself from you after we just found each other. Do not ask me that."
"HayalimâŚ"
"My aĹkÄąmâŚmy queen. I will follow you wherever you go. Just say where and I will stand by your side." for a moment she was quiet and Morpheus thought Y/N would fight harder to not let him help, he was prepared for battle if necessary. Fortunately he was wrong.
"London. We must get back to London." the real nightmare was just beginning.
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*Translation of the Turkish words: 1) Anne is mother; 2) AĹkÄąm is my love; 3) Hayalim is my dream. (source: google)
Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.
Warnings: Emotional Breakdown, That Scene, Blood, Murder, Gore, Death.
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Readerâs nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.
Word Count: ~2.0k
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You were picking wildflowers in the field just past your village, placing them in the basket you had brought with you upon departing from your cottage. You had tulips, gladiolus, and lavender⌠at the moment you were picking honeysuckle. It smelled heavenly and brought a smile to your lips from the memories of your mother filling the cottage with the bunches of sweet smelling flowers. You placed the honeysuckle in your basket and rose to your feet, basket in hand. As you turned back towards the village, one of the little girls of the village ran up to you. Her face was dirty and her dress ripped, but the smile on her face shone so brightly it rivaled that light of the sun. Peering down at her, you raised your eyebrow.
âPlease tell me you werenât rough housing with the boys again, SofĂa,â You chided her, eyeing the rips on her dress more closely. âYou know your mother canât keep sewing your kirtle back together, she struggles enough with your brothers outgrowing their clothing.â SofĂa kicked out her bare foot and didnât look the least apologetic. You took that as a yes, she had been rough housing with the boys again, but the stubborn little girl was not going to apologize for it. She reminded you of yourself.
âAlejandro and Javier said I couldnât play with them because I wouldnât be able to keep up⌠so I proved them wrong.â Ah, yes, that would do it. SofĂa, when told she couldnât do something, tended to do it anyways just to prove that she could. You set the basket of flowers down and tried to neaten SofĂaâs hair a little so her mother wouldnât be as cross⌠but there wasnât much you could do about her ripped dress. You looked up into SofĂaâs brown eyes with your eyebrows raised.
âI think your brothers were taunting you, SofĂa,â She scowled at you and you chuckled. Then your eyes caught sight of someone leaning against one of the buildings in the village, watching you. You looked back to SofĂa and held her hands. âWhy donât you run home before get into anymore trouble and give your mother even more grey hairs, yes?â SofĂa huffed, but agreed and darted off. You picked up your basket of flowers and walked over to where Morpheus was leaning. âYou know you could say hello, she doesnât bite⌠that much.â Morpheus chuckled at your words and raised a dark eyebrow.
âI could, but I enjoy watching you with the little ones.â He slowly drew out, his lips twitching and his voice, once again, making you shiver in delight. That was a secret of yours you were bound and determined to keep: you loved his voice. It was his secret vice to just watch you putter around your dream in happiness. Your smile was blinding and he had long since fallen in love with it. Well, he had long since fallen in love with you. You gave Morpheus a frank snort an tapped your basket absentmindedly.
âAlright then, stay in your shadows, Dream Lord,â You teased him. âI would offer you coffee to drink but seeing as you never actually drink anyâŚâ Morpheus smirked at your jab.
âI do not need sustenance, Fortuna,â You rolled your eyes and mumbled beneath your breath about his rather unadventurous lifestyle. Your muttered words only amused Morpheus further as he followed you back to your cottage, in stride with yours. Entering the cottage, you set the basket of flowers on the kitchen table and started gathering a bunch to put into a glass. They would be a nice addition to your simple kitchen. As you did so, Morpheus watched your carefully, noting that ever so often your face would scrunch in slight pain and you would shift your weight. He dropped his eyes to your hidden ankle. Even in dreams the old wound still gave you grief. âFortuna,â He broached. You paused what you were doing and looked at him in curiosity.
âIs something wrong, Morpheus?â Morpheus tilted his head to the side and eyed the lone chair in the room.
âI should like you to sit down.â He spoke. You didnât need to question why he asked you such a question. There wasnât anything you could hide from him. So setting the flowers down, you made a spectacle of sitting down as asked, exaggerating your movement. Morpheus raised an eyebrow at you, amused by your response. Once seated, you tilted your head to the side and smiled innocently.
âIs there anything else you should like me to do, my lord?â Morpheus chuckled at your facetious comment.
âI fear you have been on your ankle far to long,â Morpheus spoke, lowering himself to one knee and reaching for your aching limb. He pulled your foot free of your skirts and lightly ran his fingers over your scarred flesh. His touch eased the ache and you sighed out. âYou should be taking more breaks, do not cause yourself pain you do not need to suffer.â Morpheus said, his star like eyes peering into yours. You chewed on the edge of your lip and looked back down at the ankle he held.
âWell Iâm not doing it on purposââ You were jarred from your dream, jerking slightly in Morpheusâs arms. You head, which had been resting on his shoulder, lifted as you blinked in confusion. What had caused you to wake up? You had slept like a rock in the past decade thanks to Morpheus. Not only did he cradle you gently within his arms day and night, but he kept you from turning to ice with his body heat. You had no idea how he stayed so warm in the cold basement, never seeming to be affected by the environment you both were stuck in. Morpheus had also long since adopted a grasp on your body to give you the best chance of modesty from the guards that constantly watched you both.
In the ten years you had been trapped with Morpheus, your ankle had healed, leaving you with an unsightly scar wrapping around the circumference of your skin, and your relationship with the Endless had been kindled to one strong enough that he had asked you to call him Morpheus. You did, and it was perhaps one of the few things that brought a smile to his lips during your dreams. In fact, you were the only thing that gave the Endless any type of positive feeling. Your burning refusal to bow to Roderick Burgess was inspiring and commendable, but the longer you remained trapped, the less your eyes glowed with fire. Morpheus could see the flames of fight in you slowly dying. The confines of the glass cage were taking its toll.
You looked around in confusion, wondering what had disturbed you from your sleep, but then you realized that Morpheus was staring at something. At the metal gates across the moat, perched on forged iron, was a black bird with a swatch of white. No, this was no black bird, this was a raven. Morpheusâs raven, Jessamy. You scrambled out of Morpheusâs arms and stood up, your hands pressing against the glass as Jessamy swooped through the grates in the gate. Then Jessamy fluttered up to the top of the glass cage and started viciously banging against it with her beak. Morpheus rose to his feet behind you, the heat from his skin pressing into your back. Hope bloomed in your chest for the first time since your capture and you pressed your palm over the place the raven repeatedly pecked at.
âPajarito, me alegra verteš,â You whispered against the glass, little black eyes staring into yours as Jessamy hit the glass harder. Over and over and over again. You felt Morpheus place a hand on your hip, you could even feel his hope radiating from his body. But just as suddenly as your hope had come, it was taken away from your most violently. A gunshot rang out and Jessamy exploded, painting the glass in front of you with crimson and onyx. You jerked back with a choked gasp, violently colliding into Morpheus, who caught and supported your shaking body. For a few moments you felt like you couldnât breath, then your eyes burned viciously and the first of many tears to come, started to fall. Jessamy, little beautiful Jessamy, now lay dead on the binding circle. You thought you might throw up and twisted around, flinging yourself into Morpheusâs chest and holding onto him for dear life as you tried to stifle the sobs emerging from your mouth.
Morpheusâs grip on your body tightened as he felt your hot tears drip onto his skin, he could feel his own as he stared down at all that remained of his beloved raven, Jessamy. He wished he could feel something in this moment, even if it was upset or distress like you, anything but this taxing and void feeling of nothingness. Shock. He was definitely feeling shocked to the point of nearly not understanding what had just happened.
âYou idiot! You could have shattered the glass!â The voice of Roderick Burgess was explosive in the deathly quiet of the room. You flinched at his voice, digging your fingers into Morpheusâs back and holding him that much tighter. The pain you felt had to be a thousand times worse for Morpheus. Morpheus sank back down to the base of the cage, carefully collecting your shaking body. Your trembles, shakes, and hiccups continued as Morpheus pressed his face into your hair. Your tears were endless against his skin, and it was only when you had cried yourself to sleep that your body finally relaxed. Morpheus was quick to join you within your dreams, needing your comfort just as much as you needed his. It became obvious that you were nowhere near your usual spots.
The fields were empty, the church as well, the village square with itâs foundation was devoid of life⌠Morpheus could only surmise that you had holed yourself up on your cottage. Pushing the door to your cottage open, Morpheus stepped inside to see your chair lying on its side and the glass of flowers spilled on the floor, you were nowhere in the main living area. You could only be in one place: your bedroom. Morpheus pushed the door open quietly and found you curled up in a ball on your bed, your fingers digging into your scalp in a white knuckled grip. You were sobbing in despair and utter devastation. He could feel the rippling waves of guilt that burned in your veins and the pain you currently felt in your heart was worse than anything you had felt before. He called your name, and you shriveled in a tighter circle.
âFortuna,â Morpheus called again, his hands begging to wrap around your body for an ounce of the comfort you carried.
âTraigo la muerte²,â You whispered out, fully believing your words. Morpheus walked forwards and wrapped his arms around your curled body, his hands searching for yours. He found them and wove his fingers with yours.
âYou do not bring death, Y/N,â He said softly, his face burying into the back of your neck. It was rare that he called you by your birth name. Actually, you couldnât even remember the last time someone had called you by it. You were Fortuna now, the Goddess Incarnate, your mortal life and name long since dead. Your hands trembled violently around his and you shook your head furiously.
âHow do you think I became friends with Mother Death!?â You exclaimed, more tears leaking from your eyes and dribbling down your already tear streaked face. âI am a harbinger of death, Morpheus.â Morpheus breathed in the scent of your perfumed skin, determined not to let you fall into dispair.
âA harbinger of death does not possess a smile as radiant as yours, nor is it as compassionate as you are. You are exactly as you appear to be,â Morpheus murmured, holding you tighter and soaking in the comfort of your soft body.
âAnd what is that?â
âA Goddess,â He gently whispered to you. That night you spent wrapped around each other, endless tears falling from your eyes.
Translations:
Pajarito, me alegra verte = Little bird.
I'm glad to see you Traigo la muerte = I bring death.
heavy clock symbolism. A pivotal scene occurs at a clock tower, there is a grandfather clock in the background of some sets, etcÂ
A supporting female character named Sofia makes an appearance, wearing a cocktail dress. Katya protects her at some point. Theyâre both in the Boat Scene. At one point they buy fruit together in a marketplace. This is lesbian shipping fuel.Â
The villain, likely Mario, has a sidekick named Icepick Joe. Joe commits a final act of heroism before being left for deadâ after being killed by an Icepick. Perhaps he turned against Mario and was killed in retaliation?
Goncharov, played by DeNiro, has a very distinctive manner of walking.Â
from posts Iâve witnessed (only mentioning things Iâve seen >5 blogs post about)
- there is an Anchovies scene, and fish symbolism also plays a heavy role. at some point Katya is seen near a fish bowl full of goldfish, and this is important to the Boat Scene as well.
- Goncharov and Andrey have homoerotic tension, and this is used to further statements about the cycle of repression and violence
The story involves Goncharov losing himself in a downward spiral. It is a tragedy of unbecoming.
Thereâs a Bridge Scene. This is the one with the clocktower chiming in the background.
Thereâs a scene involving a tank of anchovies.Â
Icepick Joe has a traumatic backstoryÂ
Katya betrays Goncharov AND Sofia. Sheâs well-intentioned, but it all comes crashing down, ending in her losing them bothâ losing Sofia emotionally and inadvertently causing Goncharovâs death
Thereâs a shootout in Pompeii in which Mario destroys historically significant architecture. This is representative of the destructive nature of nationalism.
I have actual work I'm supposed to be doing but here we are.
Morpheus/reader
One shot - 2.5k words
Warnings: E for Explicit, Minors DNI. Explicit sex, fingering, creampie (in this economy?), creampie eating, NO HEA, angst, sweet then sour, Morpheus kind of manhandles you.
You try to stay away from other magical beings, on principle.
âCan I help you?â the man standing in the middle of The New Inn seems completely lost. He looks around at the faces in the room, before stepping towards where you stand behind the bar.Â
âI am looking for someone.â He tells you. His voice is hypnotic. You catch yourself staring at him before you quickly look away. Something on the tip of your nose tingles. Itâs the feeling you get when thereâs magic nearby, and you study the strange man more intently. Heâs different.
âWho? Maybe I know them?âÂ
âHis name is Hob Gadling.â His blue gray eyes catch yours, turning to face you fully, and your breath leaves in a whoosh. Heâs beautiful.Â
âAh, the professor.â You collect yourself with a nod. âHeâs over this way.â You drop your rag and lead the man towards a back room, where Hob sits next to a roaring fireplace. âLet me know if you need anything!â you call over your shoulder as you make your way back to the bar.Â
âHeterochromia.â
âExcuse me?â
âYour eyes.â He answers, gaze not leaving your face. Itâs startling. You glance at Hob over the shoulder of this stranger. He gives you a weird grimace as if to say, âsorry, my mate here is a bit weirdâ.Â
âThanks, poppet.â Hob interrupts as the strange man is about to open his mouth again and slides a bill across the sleek wood grain of the bar. You toss it in the tip bucket behind you with a grin.Â
âMy pleasure, professor. Sir.â You hesitate on the last word, unsure.Â
âMorpheus.â The name falls over you with a shiver. Morpheus. Heâs magic, for sure. Just the sight of him tells you heâs not of this realm. But who is he? And what?Â
âMorpheus.â You repeat it back to him, and he gives you an approving nod. Hob pulls him away to settle in a booth far in the corner, but he turns to look back at you once more before sitting. You canât help but stare at him, heâs captivating.Â
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âAristotle called it heteroglaucos.â You whirl from where youâre placing pints into the dishwasher.Â
âYouâre back.â You wipe your hands on a towel as you approach him from the other side of the bar.Â
âI am.âÂ
âAnother round?â you reach for two glasses, clinking them together accidentally.Â
âYes.â
âSame thing?â He hesitates, looking towards where Hob is sitting.Â
âYes.â You pour the beers, trying to nonchalantly study him out of the corner of your eye. You place them on the bar and tell him the total. He blinks at you. You repeat yourself, eyebrows raised, nose tingling again. He looks back towards Hob again, who is rising from his seat.Â
âHob will purchase them.â You begin to explain that the professor doesnât pay, but he collects the beers from the bar and walks off. Hob steps up, slightly exasperated.Â
âProfessor, your friend is uhâŚâÂ
âOdd.â He finishes for you. You laugh out loud, the sound reverberating above the commotion in the bar. The professorâs friend, Morpheus, turns in the middle of the floor to look at you. Your cheeks heat as you feel his gaze on your body. âDonât worry about him. Heâs harmless.â He winks, and then slides you another bill for âyour troubleâ.Â
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âSo, Morpheus.â Heâs standing next to the end of the bar as he waits for the professor, who stepped outside to take a call. âItâs Greek, yeah?â He regards you curiously before answering.Â
âYes, that is correct.âÂ
âThatâs cool.â Morpheus smiles at you. Itâs small, only the very corners of his mouth tilt upwards, but it fills you with butterflies. Jesus. This man is like a modern day Adonis. With a weird Hades vibe. Itâs hot, you decide. Very hot.
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Of course, theyâre the last two when itâs time to close. You canât be too mad. Itâs Hob, after all.Â
âAll set?â Hob and Morpheus stand at the front door, waiting for you as you pull on your denim jacket. You wished you had brought something warmer. Itâs blustery out, a bitter winter cold that cuts into your bones. You hate the cold. Hob catches your eye as you give them both a thumbs up. The professor always waits for you at the end of the night if heâs here, ensuring that you lock up okay and at least leave the parking lot safely. Itâs very sweet. Youâve definitely worked for worse owners.Â
You fit the key into the locks as they stand away from you, voices soft as they murmur to one another. You turn silently, taking the opportunity to watch them. They speak with familiarity, warmth bleeding into their tones as they exchange words, the professor chuckling softly.Â
âSo, soon then?â he asks.Â
âPerhaps.â Morpheus answers.Â
âYou know where to find me.â Hob says.Â
âIndeed.â Morpheus turns to you. âHob has informed me you live nearby.â You glance at the professor with wide eyes. âI would like to walk you home.â What. Your stomach flips. Hob gives an encouraging shake of the head, winking as he turns his back to trek over to his apartment. You gulp. Itâs not ideal, seeing as you were raised to keep your distance from any other magical beings. The professor is an exception of course, as rare as they come. However, you canât find it in you to rebuff him. You give Morpheus a feeble grin in agreement.Â
âYou are cold.â He observes, no doubt noticing that hands that are shoved in your pockets, your shoulders that are shaking in the frigid air. You shrug.
âIt was warmer out, during the day. I didnât think itâd be this cold at night.â You try to explain for the lack of preparedness. He frowns, and then begins shucking off his coat with haste. âOh, oh no. I couldnât.â you push a shivering hand out to him, a signal to stop, but he ignores you.Â
âI insist.â He holds it out for you, motioning for you to slide your arms into the sleeves. Youâre blushing like an idiot as you turn into it, and his hands linger on your shoulders a moment longer than necessary.Â
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âSome cultures once held the belief that heterochromia signified the afflicted was a witch.â He says casually. Oh shit.Â
âWell, thatâs pretty silly.â Your voice wavers, only slightly, but you know he can hear it. You clear your throat and attempt to change the subject.Â
âSo, have you known Hob long then?âÂ
âFor many years.â His fingers brush against yours. Just the singular touch, and you can feel warmth pooling deep inside you. âMany centuries, in fact.â he glances at you, and you look at him with wide eyes. I knew I smelled magic.Â
âYouâre like Hob?â you supposed that made sense. After all, the professor did give you the same kind of tingly feeling on your magic-dar. Maybe not as intense, but still equitable. You slow to a stop in front of your door.Â
âYes.â His chin tilts slightly, exposing some of the skin under his jaw. Itâs smooth, nearly as white as snow. He looks down at you, pillowy lashes fluttering against his skin, pink lips curving into a smile. You return it tenfold, the butterflies in your stomach thrashing violently. âAnd what are you like?â he steps closer. You can feel his breath in your hair, and your nose is tingling so much it could be on fire.Â
âI- um. Iâm nothing.â Yikes. You stifle a groan. Real convincing. Fingers stroke down your cheek to grasp your jaw, tilting your head up towards where his lips hover just above yours.Â
âI believe you are more than nothing, witchling.â Stunned, you sputter, and then heâs pressing his lips to yours, face cradled between his hands. Your eyes fly open with shock, and then close just as fast, melting into the kiss. Itâs fervent, and he breathes in your whimper as he parts your lips with his tongue.Â
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By the time you make up the stairs, heâs already peeled both jackets, your shirt and pants off you, while also losing his own pants, his shirt, and his shoes. He bends you over the bed, your back arched, his fingers slipping across your ribcage and beneath your thong, dipping into the wetness that waits for his touch. You stare up at him nearly dumbfounded. Heâs porcelain, flawless, chiseled like a perfect piece of marble.
âFuck.â You hiss, and your cunt clenches around the finger that thrusts into you. He plays you perfectly, like a lover youâve held forever, like a musician and his favorite instrument.Â
âYou are ready.â His mouth murmurs against the dampening hair against above your ear. You make a noise in your throat that sounds like yes, hands pulling at him. He folds your thighs apart, moving your knees towards your chest, opening you up for him to take, to own. Your magic flutters in your chest, reaching for him, for whatever it is that crawls under his skin. His hand pins one of your wrists above your head, and he stops for a moment, holding himself still. Something flickers across his face as he peers down at you. A hint of sadness. A whisper of longing. As soon as it comes, it goes, and his teeth nip into the curve of your jaw, before heâs thrusting into you, filling you to the hilt, grinding himself into the heat of your cunt.Â
âOh my god.â you choke, your spine curving as your body reacts to being stuffed full of magical cock.Â
âI am no god, little one.â He says from above you, voice proud, eyes glinting in the dark. His mouth sweeps across yours softly for a brief moment, and then he begins to fuck you. Hard.Â
He fucks like a god, though. His fingers stroke your clit as he plunges his cock into your cunt over and over, your body trembling as you rocket towards your orgasm, your magic bubbling over inside of you, a celestial high filling your body with the power of a nova. Your skin erupts with light as you come, shining like a star in the night. He rears back, holding your hips firm with one hand, the other still stroking your too sensitive clit.Â
âMy eyes have seen many things, witchling. But a woman glowing beneath me as she comes on my cock is certainly new.â You shudder.Â
He shifts your body, thrusting deeper, pushing his cock against your cervix, and you cry out into his neck, tongue tasting the silk of his skin. He moves inside of you frantically, muscles hard against the softness of your body. âWhere?â he grits out, and the image of him filling you with his come flashes in your mind. Your walls clench, and he mutters a curse in another language.Â
âInside me. You can you come inside me. I have a IUD.â You whisper, fingers tightening in his hair. He pounds into your cunt relentlessly until heâs gasping, mouth formed into a small O as he hovers above you, flooding you with his warmth.Â
You heave a sigh as he pulls out, lips skating down from your mouth to hover just above your cunt, long white fingers splayed across your lower belly.
âBe still. I wish to know the taste of myself as it spills out of you.â You donât even get a word out before you feel his lips against you folds, tongue plunging inside of you, swirling where heâs mixed with you. He moans, sucking and flicking his tongue until heâs bringing you to another blinding orgasm.Â
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Itâs the creak in the floorboard that wakes you.Â
âMorpheus?â you call out to the dark, hand stretching across the bed. Itâs empty. You frown as you leave your room, pulling on a too big sweater and flicking on the hall light. âMorpheus?â you call again. Maybe he left? It wouldnât be the first time someone fucked you and then left in the middle of the night. Your nose tingles in the direction of the study.Â
When you open the door, your jaw drops.
Morpheus stands in the middle of the room, your familyâs book of shadows in one hand. Your familyâs precious, ancient, secret grimoire. The spell book that was written by your ancestors, was inherited by you, that was bound with your blood for its protection.Â
âWhat are you doing with that?â you ask. How did he find it? When he looks up at you, youâre surprised to see his eyes clouded and cold. His other hand holds a leather pouch. âMorpheus.â You call his name, and your feet hesitate on the threshold of the room.Â
âWere you aware there are spells in here that can imprison an Endless?âÂ
âWhat? No. What is an Endless?â You reach for his arm. âMorpheus, what-âÂ
âDo not touch me.â You step backwards, reeling from the rejection, and shocked at the feel of the pure power pulsing from him. âI was once imprisoned by such a spell.âÂ
âWhat? My family would never imprison someone.â You protest. He scoffs.Â
âYou are all the same.â What? Who is âyouâ? You motion to the book, hands shaking.Â
âMorpheus. I donât know what youâre talking about, but I need that back. Itâs my familyâs. Itâs mine. Itâs enchanted with my blood, I canât-â your voice falls away when he opens his coat, sliding the grimoire inside. You notice immediately the inside of his coat is not a coat at all, but a galaxy. A night sky, shining with stars. You startle, reaching out to grab for the book when his fingers curl around your wrist, squeezing. It doesnât hurt, but you hiss anyway.
âStop!â you shriek, and he uses your arm to push you away from him before releasing you.Â
âI thank you for making this easier than I anticipated, witch.â Witch. The word slaps you across the face. The trauma of your early years falls over you with ease, the teasing, the taunting, the pain. The insults and physical violence that was applied to you so liberally casts a shadow over your youth that you still live in, to this day.Â
âEasier than you anticipated?â you ask him, the desperation of the confusion you feel bleeding into your voice. âWait.â Pieces start to click together one by one as you solve the puzzle. âYou planned this?â He leers at you, giving no response, and you donât think youâve ever seen a face so thunderous. You watch as he reaches into the pouch, pinching something between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, thereâs a tornado of sand in the study, whirling at his feet, slowly evaporating him, and the book, into thin air. âNO!â you scream, running towards where he was once standing, but itâs useless. Heâs gone, and itâs gone with him, just like that. You slump on the floor, the burning ache inside of you sizzling alive at the loss of the spell book. It incinerates your bones, traveling through your body as you scream into the carpet. The enchantment sears your flesh, the skin on your arms and hands melting away as if you were halfway inside a furnace. You collapse completely, face falling into the floor, body writhing in pain. Above the scorching ache, something else rings true. He planned this. You sob loudly. He used you. Your mind grows hazy, and all you can see as you drift off into unconsciousness is the image of his face, filled with unadulterated rage.Â
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