Bella

Chapter 1

Synopsis: Your father doesn’t arrive him as quickly as he promised, so you go to look for him, unaware you’re about to take his place as a prisoner in a large seemingly abandoned castle.

Tags: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, reader isn’t described physically in anyway, reader comes from a village (not a noble house), no talk of current rulers, Aemond Targaryen as a dragon hybrid, there will be smut in future chapters

Notes: Hihihihihi! It’s been sooooo long since I’ve written anything! Your girl has been on a break. I got the idea for this, because I’m a sucker for stories (especially) fanfiction based on old fairytales. This is not proofread I fear.

If you have anything you’d like to ask or any suggestions for future chapters please let me know in my asks! I’d love to hear your ideas or predictions!!!

When you were a little girl, before your mother passed, she would tell you the same stories before bed every night.

She would tell you of a time where there were dragons that flew through the sky and breathed fire, of rulers with hair that seemed to glow like the silver moon itself.

Most nights it would be happy stories, ones of dragon-riding hero’s. Then there were times when your mother’s gaze would darken when she would look out into the midnight sky, and she would tell you about how the dragon’s destroyed themselves.

When your mother passed, you were five years of age. No one would tell you what had happened to her. Just that the gods decided that her soft soul was ready to lay to rest with them.

Your father was a kind man, but he loved his wife more than anyone. Anyone could see that a piece of him left with her.

You took up a lot of responsibility within your house. You were not a noble family, by any means, but there were things that had to get done.

By twelve, you were skilled with cooking and cleaning, and being able to have it all done before the sun started to set.

It wasn’t easy, watching your father getting wearier everyday, as gravity pulled him back down.

You found your solace although. You loved to read. So many characters, and places, and scenarios. You could lose yourself in it, and forget about anything that worried you.

It was getting colder out, but there was an evil colder chill in the air that made the people in your village tense. No one was sure what felt wrong, but something was off.

“My darling girl! Have you seen my damned boots? They’ve seemed to run off by themselves!” Your father calls you in the early hours of the morning. You were saddling his horse, and sighed. It seemed you always had to remind him at least three times before something really sunk in.

“I told you papa, you left your shoes in the hallway last night by your door,” you say, when you step inside, already walking up the narrow staircase to pluck his shoes from their spot. They’re a sorry excuse for boots, weathered and worn, you don’t think he’s replaced his shoes since at least three winters ago. “Papa, you are in a terrible need for new boots. You’re going to lose your toes out in the cold,” you scolded.

He groaned and shook his head. “They’ve barely been done in yet, love, don’t worry about me. I won’t be out long this time,” he promises, pinching your cheek, even as you swat his hand.

“Papa, that’s what you said last time. It’s colder than winters been since…” you trail off, knowing the last time it was this frigid was the winter your mother passed. “Well, it’s freezing papa. Promise me you won’t try and pitch a tent out in the snow. Spare a couple of coppers for an inn, alright?” You ask, holding on of his hands between yours.

He sighs, finally conceding. “Alright, my girl, I’ll make sure I have a warm place to stay.”

You smile, kissing his cheek. “Snowpelt is saddled. She’s ready to go,” you inform him.

Your father nods, before eyeing you. “You know girl, it’s getting awfully close to your name day isn’t it?” He asks.

Now that you thought about it, it was. You were born during an ice storm during the twelfth moon.

“I suppose it is papa.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what. You pick out something you want and I’ll make sure I bring it back for you,” he says, watching you expectantly.

“Oh, papa, you know I don’t really need anything-“

“Nonsense. Of course you need a gift for your name day. Give me an item girl, or I’ll come back with a bucket full of garden snakes for you,” he threatened playfully.

You laughed, before frowning in thought. “How about a rose?” You asked. No matter how many beautiful flowers you got to bloom in the garden at home, roses just wouldn’t grow. They were your favorite, and your mother’s too.

“Just a single rose?”

You nod.

“You know I can’t say no to my beautiful lady. The most gorgeous rose I can find then!” He proclaims loudly, before bounding up. “I should be off, so I can make it to an inn before the sun sets.”

You follow him out, patting Snowpelt on the side as he mounts her. You wave him goodbye, watching as he starts off down the path through the village and into the woods.

The next few days pass quickly, and you busy yourself in deep cleaning the house. There’s not much else you can do. Most everyone has been warming themselves by their fires with how frigid the weather has gotten.

It’s when the fourth day passes you start to worry slightly. You know papa was only supposed to go two villages away, and the snow has been dreadful, but you still can’t help but worry.

The same evening, there’s a brisk knock at your door. When you open it, the little newspaper boy is outside.

“My lady, I do not wish to alarm you, but your father’s horse has come back,” he says softly, pointing to Snowpelt, who stands restlessly outside the house.

Your pulse spikes, as you step outside, grabbing a measly shawl. “What do you mean? Only Snowpelt? No sign of Father?”

“I’m afraid not, my lady,” the news boy responds. “She was quite shaken when she came through. I was just outside and I thought I’d take her here…should I get a search started?” He asks.

You shake your head immediately. “No. No search, there’s not a need for that. I’ll find him. He can’t be far,” you say. You know that the search would more than likely be led by Addam, the towns strongest hunter. He had been relentlessly attempting to court you for the last few moons. You didn’t need him thinking he’d earned your hand by finding your father.

“I don’t think that’s wise my lady, you’ll freeze to death-“

“I don’t want you running around telling anyone I’ve left, alright?” You cut him off. “Stay quiet,” you press, before putting two coppers into his palm. “That’s for bringing Snowpelt, and for your silence. Go get something warm to eat,” you say, beckoning him off.

The little news boy doesn’t say much more before bounding off. You pat Snowpelt softly.

“It’s just you and me, Snowpelt. Let’s go find papa.”

You’ve never been too far out of your village, so you start to feel slightly intimidated once you’ve gotten Snowpelt into the woods.

Suddenly there’s a strange fork in the road. A large tree branch covering one side, so there’s only the option of the other way.

“Well, Snowpelt…I suppose we’re going this way. Is this the way to papa?” You ask her, knowing she really doesn’t know.

You’re not sure if it’s just your imagination or if it’s really getting colder as you continue down this road. Just as you feel like maybe you should turn around, you see a strange light in the distance. You click at Snowpelt, and speed up slightly.

Getting closer to the strange light, you realize it’s a castle. Snowpelt clops over a stone bridge, as you gawk at the large structure. How could a castle like this be so close? How has no one told you about this before?

On the outside of the stone walls, there are old worn flags. They have a strange symbol on them, but you can’t really make out what it is. You think it might by a dragon, but push the notion away. By the doors there are two lit lanterns, explaining the light.

You tie Snowpelt onto a tree outside, before tentatively walking towards the entrance to this seemingly abandoned castle.

You catch a glimpse of something in the distance. A rose bush…blood red petals standing out amongst the snow. You’re sure your father has to be near. Maybe he’s just taken refuge here.

You knock on the doors, using the heavy knockers. Now you’re sure these are dragons. As you trace one of the metal dragons snouts the door pushes open, but you don’t see anyone awaiting you.

Maybe it was just the wind, you think, before stepping in carefully. Closing the door behind you.

You look around. The castle isn’t completely pitch black, there’s actually quite a few lanterns around the foyer.

“Excuse me!” You call, trying to get the attention of whoever may be lurking around here. “I’m looking for my father! I’m sorry to disturb…”

There’s a strange noise you hear now. A soft crying, and…pleading. As you step closer to the dark hall it seems to be coming from the more the voice sounds familiar.

“Please, I just wanted a rose for my daughter, I didn’t mean to steal from you!”

You gasp softly, realizing that the voice belongs to your papa. Quickly you start down the hallway, and up the winding staircase where you can hear him. “Papa!” You call out.

When you get up to the level of where you heard him, you see it’s darker up here than downstairs. “Papa?”

“My girl, you must leave, now! Do not come closer! It’s dangerous here! Go back home!” Your papa pleads, but you go to him anyway.

He’s in a stone room, a barred cell door locked shut at the doorway.

“Papa! Who has done this to you?” You gasp, reaching through the bars for his hands.

He grabs your hands quickly, looking around. “Shhh! Shhh, he’s listening. I know he’s here somewhere.”

“Who, papa, who?” You ask, quieter now.

“I’m not sure what he is…but he’s dangerous. I could barely see him, but he was hot. Like fire burns within his veins. He pushed me in here, and told me I have to serve a sentence. I just saw those beautiful roses, and I thought they were perfect for you,” he says, his voice cracking, and a tear rolling down his face. “You must go, now, before he comes back.”

You shake your head. “No, papa, there has been some kind of misunderstanding, he can’t just keep you here! You’ve done nothing wrong!”

He shushes you again frantically. “My daughter, he cannot be bargained with, please go,” he pleads.

“No!” You say, your voice louder than it’s supposed to be. You stand up sharply at the sound of a low growl reverberating throughout the hallway, but you’re not sure where it’s coming from. It could by levels up, or levels down, even right beside you. It resonates heavily like thunder.

“Run! Daughter, run!” Your father cries, but you don’t move.

The growling has stopped, but there is are heavy footsteps. One after the other, they feel like they cannot belong to a mere man. They stop right before the turn into the hallway you stand in.

“How touching this is…a family reunion,” a low voice drawls. It’s got the cadence of someone who comes from a much more proper background, but it’s still off. There’s a bass low beneath the surface.

“Who are you? Why are you holding my father captive?” You demand, your voice steady. The more you think about it the angrier you feel. How dare this man stand in the shadows, attempting to sneer at you and your papa.

“Your father is a thief,” the voice snarls.

You scoff indignantly. “He is no such thing! How could he know that there is a cruel beast who lurks these broken down walls, waiting to pounce on the first person who plucks a rose from a bush,” you admonish.

There’s a moment of silence, before a low laugh is heard. At least you think it’s a laugh. There’s no humor in it. “You’ve got a sharp tongue. Unlike your blubbering fool for a father.”

“Come out now!” You snap. “If you wish to hurl insults, face me! I will not have you hide within the shadows. I demand to see you,” you tell this mysterious man harshly.

“You do not know what you ask, foolish girl,” the voice warns. “You could very well perish in fear at the sight of me,” he says, his voice getting softer towards the end of his sentence, the brutish growl giving way to a softer more human like tone.

“Let my father go!” You demand. “You cannot keep him here.”

“I can keep him here. I could keep you here too if it pleased me. Although, I have no use for a sniveling coward within these walls…I could find use for a fiery woman,” the man tells you, pausing. “If you agree to take your father’s place, I will let him go. You will stay here indefinitely, until I release you.”

“No! Do not agree to that daughter I forbid you!” Your father, who up until now has been shivering in fear, speaks up.

You think about it, looking at your father, the man who gets wearier everyday. He’d freeze to death here. Or he’d die of fright. You are your mother’s daughter, brave to a fault, and you’ve never let anyone control you.

“If I take his place…he’ll be free?” You confirm.

An affirming growl echos. “Yes. He will be free.”

“No!” Your father cries again, but you’ve already made up your mind.

“I will take his place. Set him free,” you say finally.

Your father pleads against this when the man finally steps out from behind the corner.

The sheer size of him alone, makes your back straighten out of instinct. He’s near touching the ceiling, is what you first notice, before your eyes trail over the horns that are on either side of his temples. His face is…human…you could say handsome under different circumstances. He’s lost an eye, a sapphire in the abandoned socket. He’s dressed in a white tunic, and black pants. His fingers end in sharp claws, and his feet and curled into an animal like arch. Claws much like his hands.

What catches your attention the most though, is the large wings behind him. Then his silver hair that seems to glow…like the moon.

Your mother’s stories echo throughout your head like a dam breaking, and your eyes widen.

“Your daughter has freed you. You do not have much time before I drag you back to your measly village,” the man snarls, unlocking the cell.

You watch him, his sheer height alone towering over you. He hasn’t looked at you yet, just watches your father.

“Papa, go,” you say softly. Your father leaves the cell, before pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t leave you, my girl, I can’t. I already lost your mother, I couldn’t bear to lose you too,” he whispers, warm tears slipping down his face.

“I know papa…but you have to go,” you say. “I’ll be alright. You know me. Whiskey in a teacup, remember?” You try to smile weakly.

Your father looks at the man who stands, watching with an almost bored expression. “I cannot leave her!” He snaps.

You don’t have the chance to say anything else before your father is grabbed by the man, and hauled down the stairs. You gasp, covering your mouth to muffle your sobs as you hear your father plead to not be separated from you.

Through the window in the stone wall you can see your father roughly mounted onto Snowpelt, before the man spooks her into motion.

You step back, wiping your face in the urgency to find courage. Be brave. Be brave.

The footsteps return up the stairs, and stop behind you. Even from here you can feel the heat radiating from him.

“You will not stay in this cell. There is a room being prepared for you,” The man says lowly.

You turn around looking up at him. “What do you mean? You have people who work for you here?” You try not to gawk at his imposing figure, wings and all.

He scoffs. “Something like that. We will go over rules in the morning. Come with me,” he commands, before starting to walk through the castle hallways.

“I don’t even know your name,” you say, during the walk. He pauses, before glancing at you behind his shoulder.

“Aemond,” he tells you, and your breath stutters. You’ve heard that name, from your mother’s stories. You do not mention it now though.

You murmur your name back to him, and if he hears you, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

You arrive in front of a set of doors, and he opens one. Inside is a surprisingly lavish room, mostly green centered, and a hearth going.

“This is your room,” Aemond tells you.

“What-“

He cuts you off with a tut. “No more questions tonight. You will sleep, and be awoken in the morning. Do not be foolish enough to run. I will catch you,” he says.

You want to ask more questions. What is he? where are the people who work for him here? Why are you not staying in a cell?

You cannot bring yourself to defy him at this time, so you step into your room. He closes the door behind you, but it doesn’t lock. A clear test.

You lay down on the bed, only slipping off your shoes. You do not want to search for a nightgown, or be caught unawares in your underclothes.

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Desire x reader

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Tags: Desire x reader, protective desire, gender neutral reader, gender neutral desire, gender neutral ex, everybody’s neutral

Note: Thank you guys for all of the sandman support! I thoroughly enjoy writing for Desire and Dream :). Don’t quote me on this but I’m really getting back into the Interview with the vampire show…so…fics may be coming.

You’ve still been getting used to life with Desire. It’s still strange that they appear at the craziest times. It’s almost as if your very thought summons them.

For example: you’ll be making breakfast, and you hear a song that reminds you of them and before you can even go ‘man I wish they were here.’ They’re wrapping their arms around your waist.

Today is one of those days you hope your thoughts can conjure them. You were out on one of your spontaneous walks. One of those ‘late year, new year revolutions’. You decided you wanted to get some vitamin d and exercise.

What you don’t expect on your until then peaceful stroll is seeing an ex of yours.

You rack your brain of different scenarios. You could wave and give an awkward smile like ‘hey thanks for fucking up my life’. You could continue walking like nothing happened, or-

As you think of another way to approach this it seems you don’t have to because they’re already making their way to you.

“Hey!” They call your name. “Hey, how are you? It’s been a while!” They exclaim wrapping an arm around you, to which you awkwardly return the side hug.

“Hey…I’m good,” you say, trying to keep the conversation as short as possible. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” they say, before shrugging. “I have missed you though.”

Oh. Well. What do you even say to that?

“Yeah…I’ve been busy,” you offer lamely.

“How about we go have lunch sometime? My treat?” They ask.

Deep breath, you can let them down slow. “Oh…I don’t really think that’s a good idea…”

“Why not? Come on. One lunch date can’t hurt,” they say, starting to sound a little sharp.

This is exactly why you stopped dating them in the first place. Anytime you tried to set boundaries they just tore right through them.

As you’re thinking of how to calmly tell them no, you feel a hand wrap around to your hip.

“My sweet,” Desire greets you with a kiss on your lips, leaving you slightly stunned that they are here. “Who is this?” They ask.

Your ex looks mildly uncomfortable. “Oh…just an old friend,” you say smiling tightly.

“Hm. Well, you know we’re busy today so we should get going,” Desire says, addressing your ex with a scrutiny that makes them squirm a little:

Before you can say goodbye to your ex, Desire is turning you both around and exiting the park where you were walking.

“Thanks Desire…I was really starting to get nervous,” you admit quietly, to which they kiss the top of your head.

“My sweet, there’s nothing to be nervous about. I’ll always be here.”

“My hero,” you say playfully. “Are you going to stay and watch a movie with me?”

Rafe Cameron x reader

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Tags: Rafe Cameron x reader, Rafe Cameron., Rafe Cameron smut, pinv, unprotected (please wrap before you tap gang), pet names (baby), little aftercare (much aftercare happening after the fic)

You and Rafe have been dating for a while. It’s been about 5 months, and it’s getting warmer out, warm enough to swim.

You get woken up by a soft kiss to your temple. “Baby?” Rafe calls softly, and you hum tiredly in response.

“What?” You finally say, your voice still a little crisp from just waking up.

“Let’s go swimming,” Rafe says, smiling wide, like that’s the best idea ever.

You groan. “Rafe what time is it? Cause you better not say something crazy like six-“

“Six AM,” he kisses you. “Come on we can watch the sunrise. I bought you a cute swimsuit too.”

So that’s how you find yourself slipping on a red bikini which somehow fits you perfectly, and you and Rafe make your way down to the beach.

Once you get there, you lay out your towel and lay down.

“What are you doing?” Rafe asks, almost sounding petulant.

“Sunbathing.”

“But the suns barely up.”

You look when you feel a shadow over you, and see Rafe hovering. “You’re the one who dragged me out here without buying me a coffee”

“Come on baby, don’t be like that. A little swimming won’t hurt.”

You shake your head again. “Not right now.”

When you think you’ve ridded yourself of him you finally sigh and start to relax into your pillow…when Rafe scoops you up. “Rafe! Put me down!”

“No, you’re getting in that water baby.”

You continue to squirm but he wades into the water, until it’s at his hips, still holding you. “You better put me down gentle,” you warn, to which he laughs.

“When am I ever not gentle?” At your look, he finally puts you into the water slowly, and it slips up onto your sides. It’s surprisingly warm under the sun even though it’s only early summer.

“It’s not that bad,” you muse, and Rafe nudges you.

“Told you.”

He’s always so cocky. You roll your eyes, and poke his forehead with your finger.

“I just wanted to take you here while there’s no people. It’s more peaceful that way,” he tells you sincerely, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“None of your buddies to steal you away from me either,” you retort.

Rafe’s hands tighten on your waist, and he narrows his eyes. “Don’t be like that.”

“Be like what? I’m not being anything.”

Rafe rubs your waist, a nervous habit of his, but he’s usually running a hand through his hair.

You finally concede, rubbing his arms. “I’m not mad Rafe. Calm down,” you say softly, feeling a little bad for riling him up.

He sighs, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. You stay there for a moment, just enjoying each other.

When he pulls away he’s got that dark look in his eyes. “You know…nobody’s here…so nobody can see us right now,” he starts.

“And?”

“Come here,” he says, starting to lead you out of the water, and onto your towel which is hidden behind the main area of the beach.

He leads you to lay on your towel, before he starts to lean in between your legs. “Wait-Rafe! What if someone sees,” you hiss as his warm legs kiss up onto your thighs.

“Nobody’s here baby, it’s early on a Sunday morning. Everybody’s going to church,” he says, trying to placate you as his fingers prod against the waistband of your bikini bottoms. “Just let me taste you…please baby?”

You sigh, desire finally getting you. “Fine,” trying to sound annoyed instead of eager.

He finally slips your bottoms down with a wicked grin, groaning at the sight of the wetness gathering at your core. “Oh baby…” he runs a finger along your folds.

You squirm slightly, making him hold your hips down. “Shh…relax.”

Finally his warm lips come in contact with your aching clit, making your back arch, and you have to cover your mouth when he sucks on you harshly.

You swear you could’ve came just at the sight of him, eyes dark, gazing up at you while he tongues at your entrance like a man starved.

His fingers press their way into your slick, curling slightly when they get knuckle deep.

You let out a muffled squeal against your hand, feeling almost lightheaded with pleasure.

Rafe senses this, and his hips buck, just once. He starts to really lavish onto your clit as his fingers slip deeper inside you.

You feel a tight pressure building up, and with his forearm Rafe holds your hips down. “Come on baby,” he murmurs before suckling down on your clit, throwing you off the edge.

You think that if he hadn’t have been holding your hips down you probably could’ve suffocated him with your thighs.

He lets you ride out your orgasm, giving soft licks onto you. “There you go baby…feels good huh?”

You slump against your towel, which is partially soaked under your hips, and Rafe climbs his way to make your thighs hook around his waist.

“You think you can take another one baby?” He asks, and you can’t say know when his eyes are looking at you like that.

He slips down his swim trunks, his cock already leaking and blushed at the tip. He hisses at the air hitting him.

He slides his cock against your folds a couple times, leaning down to kiss you sensually so you can taste yourself on his lips.

Finally he slips in, your warmth giving little to know resistance after he prepped you. “Doesn’t that feel good baby? Like you were made for me,” he says, his voice low as he thrusts into you slow and deep.

You’re already gone, your body tense as you focus on the pleasure, almost forgetting to breathe when Rafe taps your cheek.

“Eyes on me baby…you look so good when you’re drunk on my cock like this.”

You whine in response, and he twitches against your walls, and his hips stutter. He grips onto your waist and starts to actually plow into you.

You pray nobody’s around to hear, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as he starts to hit that gummy spot on your insides.

He lifts your hips up to meet his efforts, and you can’t help but moan brokenly.

“Yeah? Come on baby, just a little more.”

When he feels your walls start to clench, he gives a couple of strokes along your clit to throw you into your orgasm, while he spills into you.

Your thighs tremble around his hips but he holds you there, as deep as he can get while his hips stutter.

“You did so good for me,” he murmurs, kissing your temple as he lays you flat on the towel.

He slips your bikini bottoms back on you gently, and lifts up his own swim trunks.

“Let’s get you home so you can have a good nap, okay?”

You nod softly, your body still in the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Alright,” you say more to yourself than him as you prepare to get up.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you,” he says, picking you up, and getting the beach bag.

“Showoff,” you tease.

Desire x reader

Tags: Desire x reader, Desire x reader smut, Desire x shy! Reader

Summary: Desire and a shy reader

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Desire loves you to death, not to be confused.

But they do enjoy flustering you, maybe even trying to get an annoyed yelp once in a while.

It’ll start innocent, like them telling you how absolutely ravishing you look and rubbing your back. Maybe scratching lightly with their manicured claws.

This particular day it started off the same.

“Good morning darling,” they say to you, giving you a greeting kiss, as you sit down on the couch. You’re disheveled from sleep, and you grunt in response to their hello. “You’re not even going to say good morning back?” They tease.

“I did,” you say tiredly, running your hand through your unruly hair.

“You grunted,” they respond, their voice matter-of-fact.

“That was a good morning!” You finally say, exasperated.

As one of Desire’s subjects enter, you immediately flush, feeling embarrassed to have snapped at Desire.

Desire, although seemed right at peace with your flushing.

After their subject leaves, they tap your nose softly. “Come on now, sweet thing. Look at me.”

You have to concede. Especially when Desire uses their low tone that makes you shiver.

“How about you go get dressed and we go out?” They ask.

You nibble your lip, hesitating. “I don’t know Desire, what if there’s a lot of people out?”

Desire sighs, and shrugs. “Fine. We’ll stay inside, we could do more fun things that way.”

You flush, looking away, before Desire brings you back to their eyes, and pulls you closer to them. They lean in, kissing you softly, before demanding more. Their tongue slides against your lip, coaxing you to open your mouth to them.

Once you do their hands start to wander up to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh there.

“Desire,” you breathe, pulling away for a moment.

“What?” They match your tone, more out of exasperation than lack of breath.

“Can I…,” you stop, suddenly embarrassed. “Can I ride you?”

Desire laughs, a hearty playful laugh. “Of course my sweet. Whatever you desire.”

That’s how you find yourself in their lap, hiking your nightgown up your thighs after slipping your underwear off.

“Hold on-“ Desire stops you from immediately pushing yourself onto their length. “You know very well that you still need to be good,” they tell you.

You frown, before realizing what they mean. Desire, being able to have whatever they wish to have between their legs, always is well endowed when having a cock. So they always make sure to stretch you out on their fingers first.

Desire doesn’t leave you wanting for long, their thumb presses against your clit, rubbing gentle circles. Making you gasp and shudder.

It isn’t long before one long finger is slipping inside your warmth, curling to meet that spongey give on the inside of you that makes you let out a choked whine.

“Come on, sweet thing. You can take it,” Desire coos at you, slipping another finger in.

As you near your high, you gradually start to ride their fingers, unashamed at the loud moans leaving your mouth. As your peak hits, you feel a hot white snap across your body, gushing around Desire’s fingers.

They pull you through it, coaxing everything out of you before slowly pulling their fingers out.

You whine at the loss, and watch as Desire takes their fingers into their mouth and sucks them clean. “You taste divine my sweet,” they tell you.

Now their cock is blushed and leaking at the tip.

“Don’t leave me waiting for long, hm?”

You nod eagerly, before easing yourself down on their length, gasping at the stretch.

“Shhh,” they hush you softly as you start to make sounds of discomfort. “Go slow. Take your time,” they say softly, rubbing your arms.

You sit there for a moment, taking in breaths, before lowering yourself fully until your hips meet.

It isn’t long before you find your hips moving up and down, seeking release.

Desire meets your lips in a heavy kiss, squeezing your breasts as you ride them.

They grab onto your hips, guiding you up and down, until they’re practically using their endless strength to move you up and down themselves.

When you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, Desire’s hips start to snap up to meet yours in an inhuman pace that has you crying in pleasure.

“Come on sweet thing, come for me, I know you can,” they breathe, rubbing circles over your clit.

When their cock presses that spongey spot is when you finally start to tighten around them, breathing fast as your peak nears.

Their cock twitches once, before you come and shake on their lap. They follow soon after, hot white spirals filling your insides.

As you both come down, you slump against Desire’s chest. “I think I need a nap,” you mumble.

Notes: I’ve been yearning so bad for this man help me. This is so self indulgent gang idek what to say.

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Summary: You and Rafe spend the night together and you tried to leave in the morning.

Tags: smut, soft Rafe, Rafe being a dick also, reader has fem body parts, Rafe x reader, alluded to future romance

You had always been careful. You stuck close with your friends, and you didn’t stray. But man did Rafe Cameron make it hard not to break some of your rules.

The biggest one being ‘no kooks’. Especially not one like Rafe. Your friends would kill you.

It’s been a long week. You’ve been working double shifts to get by and help your mom out with bills, since your dad drinks all his money.

Bottom line, you just wanted to let loose. So you’re at a kook party, alone. You had come with some other pogue girls but they disappeared into the sea of kook girls getting drunk off Pink Whitney.

The music is starting to give you a headache, and you’re thinking about how this was such a bad idea, when someone bumps into you. Damn near spilling your drink all over your outfit.

“Watch where you’re going-“ you start to snap, when Rafe Cameron turns around, smirking at you.

“Come on pogue, lighten up,” he says laughing, and looking back at his friends who giggle all like you’re the butt of an inside joke you’re not allowed to understand.

“Whatever,” you murmur, downing the rest of your drink before slipping out the back door.

Rafe follows, calling after you. “Hey! Where are you going?”

You turn around, giving him a what for. “Home. I’m sick of this place anyway,” you tell him.

Rafe comes closer, looking down at you. “You need a ride?”

Maybe it’s all the liquor, maybe it’s you not wanting to walk home in the cold, but you nod. “Sure.”

When you get into the passenger seat of Rafe’s car, you feel sorely out of place. It’s nice. Too nice. The seats are leather and the car seems to drive by itself.

“Do you always drive in silence?” You tease, trying to ease your nerves by turning on the radio.

“Only when I’m trying to focus on the road, and not the girl beside me,” he says softly, making you roll your eyes.

“Save it Rafe.”

He doesn’t save it, in fact he stops at the red light, putting the car in park since no one’s around. “You’ve gotten so beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?” He says, his gaze glancing down at your lips.

“You been watching me, Cameron?”

A smile tugs at his lips, and he wets them with his tongue, before leaning in like he’s going to tell you a secret. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while, pogue,” he says softly, his breath fanning your ear.

You’re just now starting to regret how much you’ve drank, because warmth is starting to pool in your belly, and you’re pressing your thighs together to ease the ache.

“Come home with me?” He murmurs out the question, pressing his palm to your cheek. “Just for tonight, no strings?”

You’re thinking about how hard this week was and how it couldn’t hurt to get fucked within an inch of your life for one night, even if it is by a kook. “Okay.”

He keeps his hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on the soft inner skin. Once you pull up to his house, he gets out, and opens your door for you.

“Thanks,” you murmur, awkwardly, yet again feeling sorely out of place at such a nice house.

Rafe takes your hand, and leads you inside, the both of you slipping up the stairs quietly.

Once you get to his room, your head feels light and airy from your drinks and you can tell he feels the same.

The kiss he gives you takes your breath, and he swallows the soft squeak threatening to leave your lips. He snakes one hand around your waist, the other in your hair, as he deepens the kiss.

He tastes like whiskey, and something distinctly him, that has your head spinning off the taste of him.

He pulls away out of necessity, needing to breathe, but he barely takes any time before peppering kisses along your jaw, and your pulse.

He nips at the soft skin there, making you whimper softly.

“Come on baby,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

His hands pull you closer by your hips, before one squeezes your backside, making your eyes flutter.

His other hand slips up your shirt, palming at your breast through your bra. Insecurity worms its way for a moment as you release you’re wearing your comfortable bra, and not anything cute.

Rage doesn’t seem to care as he moans against your pulse at the feeling of you.

He pulls away to look into your eyes, his gaze searching for permission, which you give with a soft nod.

He pulls your shirt over your head, and unclips your bra with a scary ease. You can’t even take a moment to ponder how he got so good at that before his tongue is swirling around your nipple, and his teeth are grazing it just slightly.

You gasp, arching into him, as he lavishes your body with attention. Once he’s done with one breast, he’s onto the other, this side feeling more sensitive.

He’s almost kneeling, both his hands, squeezing at your ass.

When he pulls away, he’s pulling himself up to his full height, making you look up at him.

Your slip a hand under his shirt, feeling the hard press of his toned stomach that shudders beneath your touch.

“Come on baby, don’t tease,” he murmurs, and you slip his shirt over his head.

Rafe gently leads you to lay back on his bed, and he unbuttons your shorts, taking them down with your underwear.

He takes his own jeans off, and you watch as his length is revealed to you, warm and blushed at the tip.

His hand slips down to run a finger through your slick heat, and he enters a finger into you, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit.

You find your thighs spreading at his touch, your back arching into his fingers, until he reaches that spongey spot with a twitch up with the pads of his middle and pointer.

“Rafe!” You gasp, feeling him continue to caress that spot. When you feel your thighs start to tremble he pulls his fingers out.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs, before licking his fingers clean, making a new fresh wave of heat press into your belly.

When he enters you the stretch is almost too much, deliciously too much, as the curve of his cock nudges that sweet spot inside you.

He sets an unrelenting pace, hips slamming against yours, until you feel a tear slip down your face at the pure pleasure of him.

“Are you crying baby? Feels too good?” He asks wiping your face, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “Look at me baby I wanna see that cute face when you come.

The talking alone has your legs starting to tremble and you feel his cock twitch inside you, sending you over the edge.

“Rafe!”

“That’s right baby, come for me,” he growls, his hips snapping until they stutter and he spills deep into you.

He stays there for a moment, forehead pressed against yours. “Stay? Just for the night?” He asks, kissing your cheek tenderly.

You nod sleepily, already feeling like you can’t keep your eyes open.

“Go ahead and rest. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

she is soft spoken and gentle like a princess almost but not quite shy

Wednesday x reader

Notes: Thank you for the request!!! I 💞 Wednesday.

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You were a beloved student at Nevermore. Wherever you went it seemed that admiration and respect followed you. You grew up in a well off family, an heiress to your family.

Your clothes consisted of pastels, and pretty laces. When Wednesday first met you she assumed you’d be like every other prissy girl she’d ever met.

That was until she saw the way you carried yourself. Begrudgingly, Wednesday had to respect you. The way you carried yourself was similar to her, but you were softer. Sweeter.

On family day, Wednesdays family couldn’t help but love you. You were perfect for their little storm cloud. Wednesday denied that she had feelings for you, but her mother knew the truth.

Now, into your second semester, you and Wednesday have been dating for a couple months.

She’s like your personal guard dog. She walks you to your classes, and she makes sure to threaten anyone who’s too nice to you.

On this specific day, you were waiting for Wednesday in the courtyard when a boy you were unfamiliar with came up to you.

“Waiting for someone?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes,” you said simply, not feeling the need to elaborate.

“Well I don’t see anybody,” he tells you, playfully looking around.

“She’s on her way,” you said firmly.

“Come on, don’t be that way,” he pushed, taking a step closer.

As if on instinct, Wednesday appears behind you, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist.

“Is there a problem?” She asks, her tone deceptively calm.

The boy is obviously startled, not expecting you to be waiting for Wednesday of all people.

He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back. “No problem at all…just talking to the princess of Nevermore,” he says, trying to sound casual.

You smile, squeezing Wednesdays hand, attempting to calm her.

“You’ve talked to her,” she says lowly. “Now go.”

The boy happily scurries off, leaving you and Wednesday together.

“Wends…you don’t have to do that,” you say softly. “I can handle myself.”

“Even so, I’m your sworn protector.”

Oh, Wednesday and her dramatics.

It really could be anything you want I just need more content. Especially with them being very touchy but in the lightest ways. Like the very tips of their nails gliding up the reader’s back.

Absolute yearning from them.

Desire x reader

Summary: Desire gives you back scratches after a hard day at work

Notes: Thank you for the request! I enjoy writing for Desire!

Big note: REQUESTS ARE OPEN :)

Tags: Desire x fem reader (sweet girl is said once), Desire x reader, soft Desire

You lived for comfortable moments with Desire. You enjoyed their soft presence, like nights when you don’t have anything to do.

Tonight is one of those nights, you’re laying in bed, after a productive day. Your arms are sore from work, and you’re lying on your stomach, trying to relax.

You feel their presence before anything, else and you open your tired eyes for a moment, scanning what you can from your position.

“Desire?”

“Mhm,” they startle you, sitting on the bed beside you.

You whine softly, turning to face them, your body aching at the movement. “You scared me!”

Desire just smiles and runs a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry sweet girl,” they murmur. “How was your day?”

You shrug, your eyes threatening to close again. “Tiring. My whole body is sore,” you complain.

They coo at you gently, and their manicured nails start to make soft rounds around the expanse of your back.

You sigh, finally closing your eyes as they take turns massaging your shoulders, and scratching your back.

“You work too hard,” they tell you. “If you stayed with me you’d be only the best kind of sore.”

You snort at the comment. “I like my job,” you say softly, feeling yourself start to fall asleep.

Notes: Wrote this after watching Lucienne say “what would you like us to do with all the rooms you made Nada?”

He definitely takes good care of his beloved.

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I’m always so happy when I receive requests! I love them 😼

As always, thank you to everyone who’s been reading my self indulgent blurbs and sending in requests, you are all the best!

You had left your old life and become Queen of the dreaming. After your wedding night, you wake to Dream kissing at your shoulder lightly.

You turn over, groaning softly. “What time is it?”

Dream gives you an amused smile in return. “It can be whatever time you wish it, beloved.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him slightly. “I want to get dressed…and take a shower,” you tell him, and he just watched you, his smitten gaze making you sigh and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Your immortal body does not need to continuously clean here…but you may shower if you wish.”

You get up, stretching out your sore limbs, the movement of them making you remember what had made you so sore the night before.

You turn around and see the entrance to a large bathroom, similar to a master bathroom in an upper class home.

You give a suspicious look to Dream, who simply nods his head to the bathroom. When you see the shower it’s got shelves of whatever you could wish for.

“Dream,” you call.

“Yes, beloved,” he responds softly.

“I’m afraid to ask what more I’m to find when I enter the closet,” you say playfully.

After your shower, your hair dries at an unnatural speed, and you have the towel around you when you enter the closet.

The mere size of it makes your breath hitch. It’s bigger than the bathroom, and it’s filled with lines and lines of dresses and clothing.

Now one thing you do notice is that they’re heavily styled to match Dream. Lots of blacks, dark blues, and purple fill the closet. There are shoes lining the bottom, some heels, some heeled boots, and some flats.

You have to settle on the dark purple dress, lacy and almost reminiscent of a fancy nightgown, with soft gold stars on it. You put on a pair of black ballet flats, and set out to find dream.

He’s in the throne room, and rises to meet you, when you enter.

“My Queen,” he murmurs. “You look absolutely ravishing,” he tells you, his voice smooth as he walks down the throne stairs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him. “You’ve got quite the imagination, husband.”

“No. All have come from your dreams,” he tells you.

“Spying on me?”

“…Observing.”

“Interesting.”

He pulls you closer by your waist, and lowers his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in, as if memorizing the scent of you. “Have you gotten a chance to explore anything else I’ve made for you?” He asks, his voice raspy as he nuzzles you.

You blink. “Anything else? Like there’s more than the closet?”

He lifts his head to press his forehead to yours, smiling softly. “Yes, beloved. There’s more than the closet.”

You close your eyes, breathing him in, and soaking in his warmth.

Notes: my first Wednesday blurb. I love me some Jenna Ortega characters

Big note: REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Tags: Wednesday x reader, Wednesday x fem reader, hinting at obsessive/possessive Wednesday, soft Wednesday

There was many reasons to stay away from Wednesday, but you couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

Having parents who weren’t supportive of your likeness of girls, it was difficult to support yourself when you realized you had a crush on Wednesday.

It started off small, like when she would tell you how she would torture your parents when you cried, and you had to laugh a little bit because she was so serious.

Then it became big, when she let you sleep in her bed during the night of a thunderstorm.

“No touching,” she told you, even though you woke up cuddling her and you knew that she was just pretending to be asleep.

Everyone told you that you were too good for her, too kind, but you didn’t let them stop you.

When you met Wednesday’s parents, they fell in love with you. How could they not? Someone their little storm cloud was fiercely protective over? They already knew you’d fit right in.

You and Wednesday, although had never made it official.

“Wednesday?” You whisper one night, cuddling into her soft satin sheets.

“Yes?” She responded, her voice almost sounding annoyed. “What do you need?”

“Are we like…really close friends, or do you consider me more?” You ask, a little shy.

Wednesday turned on her side to face you, her face deadly serious. She said your name softly. “You are mine in every sense of the word. I will protect you with my life. No petty claiming words can match what I feel for you.”

Your Wednesday, ever the charmer. You leaned in slowly, testing the waters before kissing her soft lips. She was slightly cold, but warmer than you expected.

When she kisses you back it’s soft and firm, she’s making sure you know she values you, but you’re hers.

Dream x cat reader

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Notes: another little blurb coming to save the day! Thank you to everyone who has been reading my work!

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You’ve come to find that the dreaming can be an especially strange place.

This is one of those times you feel like fate has to remind you when things seem a little too normal.

You were entering the dreaming you could feel it, but something felt off. When you came to yourself, you weren’t really yourself. You were a…cat?

Realizing this you feel a little panicked and confused. Your first instinct is to find dream, and fix this mess.

He’s busy, you know this because he is not in his usual spots, so you have to find him doing his paperwork.

You prance under his desk and hesitate a little before jumping onto his lap.

He looks down, his face in a soft confused frown, as he takes in your appearance.

That bastard smiles. He smiles his cocky smirk, and strokes the back of you.

It’s a strange sensation and you swipe at his hand.

“Calm now, beloved. I’m only teasing,” he tells you. “Remember this is a dream. You can take form however you please.”

With that reminder you feel yourself slowly becoming…yourself again.

Once you’re fully human, you’re perched on Dream’s lap, where he’s looking at you fondly.

“I didn’t like that,” you say softly, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I’m glad you came to me,” he says earnestly, putting his hand on your cheek. “You must never feel afraid in your home.”

Maybe their wedding, during the celebration she is high up on one of the dream benches admiring the kingdom of Dream, but without stopping to think about her own, beautiful in her wedding dress, Dream admires her from afar but the little green monster of jealousy appears when one of the guests is smiling a lot at the Queen.

Yes yes!!!!

Sorry it took me a week :/ Hope you enjoy!!!

This is lowkey really short, but I really enjoyed writing!!!

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Dream x Queen reader pt.2

You were ever poised and elegant, especially in your wedding dress. You were particularly elegant under the stars of the dreaming.

Dream watches from afar, seeing you sitting atop of the hill you married on. You’re currently giggling softer with Delirium and Death, making Dream give his one tiny smirk.

As if he can sense it, his bright eyes like shooting stars start to turn into a brimming asteroid as he watches a specific guest smile a little more than innocent at his Queen.

A guest of Faerie he concludes, and his scowl deepens as the faerie man starts to head up the hill.

Dream follows, and he doesn’t have to speed his pace, because his own tempo exudes power and confidence with every step.

“My Queen,” he murmurs, cutting off the Faerie man, and pulling you to him by your waist.

You smile, and it’s as if the faerie has been completely forgotten as you both look at each other.

“My apologies for intruding, my lord, I only meant to wish your Queen the best of wishes,” the faerie says, his voice betraying just the hint of nervousness.

Dream didn’t need say anything before your soft voice rang out.

“Thank you,” you started softly. “We appreciate your wishes, but I believe the King of dreams and I wish to be alone.”

The faerie nodded, bowing to the both of you before starting away.

Dream turns to you, his gaze soft. “I could have handled him,” he tells you, his voice soft but firm in a way like he wants you to know he can protect you.

“I know my love,” you say, pressing your forehead to his.

We love slightly toxic fluff :D

Dream x reader cat

Notes: This was such an awesome request that I thoroughly enjoyed! I would’ve never came up with such a cool idea! I hope I executed it well :).

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Tags: Dream x reader, Dream being stubborn, Dream being bad at apologizing, cat dream

Dream is stubborn. You know that. What he forgets is that you can be just as stubborn.

It was a petty fight, really. You had just wanted to spend some time with him, maybe being a little too insistent and he said to you “I am busy. I wouldn’t expect you to understand the responsibilities of my realm.”

You had flushed in embarrassment, and a little anger before storming off.

That night, Dream came into your shared chambers, expecting the cuddles he always deemed to be above him and his duties but loved anyway. You didn’t turn to face him. You didn’t even say a word.

If he would’ve just apologized, you would have turned over and snuggled with him and everything would’ve been as it should have been. But he didn’t. He stubbornly ignored you ignoring him, and he continued throughout his realm.

You have to admit, it has been lonely. Not talking to dream, or feeling his warmth at night while you sleep.

Dream misses you, he deducts. He misses you terribly, but he’s too stubborn to apologize. He’s not well versed in relationships considering none of his have gone quite as planned.

Dream does know one thing, although. You love cats. You cannot resist leaning down to pet one, or loving on a sweet kitty on the street.

You’ve seen Dream’s cat form a couple of times, but you’ve never gotten the courage to ask how soft his cute cat self is.

It’s another lonely night, you’re laying down, and suddenly you feel a light jump on the bed. You turn to look, and low and behold, it’s Dream, your dream. In cat form.

“If you think that turning yourself into a cat is going to win me over, you have another thing coming, Dream lord,” you say, huffing. But you don’t turn back away.

Dream starts to purr loudly, surprising you. He starts to pad towards you, his cat eyes still dark and filled with stars.

Try as you might, you couldn’t resist reaching out and pressing a rub to his head.

Dream leans into the touch, and comes closer to let you pet the expanse of his tiny body.

His cat self is so soft, and you have to stop yourself from scooping him in your arms and pressing kisses all over his face.

You’re supposed to still be mad at him, but when he lays down against your chest, resting his head on your body…you melt.

“Dream…” you sigh.

He blinks up at you.

“You’re such a manipulator,” you sigh, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

The next morning, when you wake, Dream is lying against you. In his human form now, breathing slowly, his head snuggled into your chest.

“Dream?”

“Hm,” he hums in response.

“Are you sleeping?”

He lifts his head and gives you a hint of an amused smile. “I do not require sleep, beloved. I was simply giving you that illusion.”

You run a hand through his hair, which is always softer than you remember. “I’m still upset with you,” you tell him, furrowing your brows.

He nods solemnly. “I admit…I acted…out of turn. It was not my intention to upset you,” he murmurs.

“It’s alright,” you murmur back, gently kissing his cheek. “If you come to me in cat form again, I’m going to cradle you like a baby,” you threaten.

He scoffs, slightly indignant, before pressing you closer into his body.

Somebody hold me back from ending another blurb with a kiss.

Notes: Lowkey don’t know if I like or hate this little blurb. Heavily based off Nada and Dream but if things didn’t end bad.

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Tags: Dream x fem reader, dream x reader fluff, lowkey possessive dream, Queen reader

It is hard to rule a country by yourself, but you have always seemed to manage it with such grace.

With your parents passing away when you were all but 18, you were left to rule your country on your own.

Many other countries sent betrothal letters to you, asking for your hand, but you never took any. You refused every one.

You were a just and powerful Queen, and you knew all of your subjects. You took walks through the villages, spent time in hospitals, and made sure your country thrived.

Little did you know that during this time, a certain king of his own had been watching you. He had never seen someone’s dreams be so selfless.

Your dreams were of fulfillment of your people, and prosperity of your kingdom. Never did you dream with desire or selfish intent as most did.

One day, he couldn’t help himself and appeared in your village. You had your ladies in waiting with you, and you were taking a walk through the village as you often did.

You immediately picked him out of the crowd. He was strikingly handsome, but it wasn’t his looks that pulled you to him. It was his intense aura of power and confidence.

You had never met this man you were sure of it, you knew all your subjects. So you leisurely make your way to him.

“My Queen,” he says, bowing his head. “How are you faring?”

You smiled softly, feeling almost flustered at the handsome man’s mere presence. “I am quite well, sir. May I ask…we haven’t met before?”

He raises a brow in slight amusement. “You know all of your subjects?”

“How can I rule them if I do not know them?” You counter curiously.

He nods to you. “You are quite right. I am not one of your subjects,” he tells you.

“Do you travel from far?”

“Not as far as one would think,” he tells you.

You get called by another woman, she wishes to show you her newborn child, and when you turn back to the mysterious man he is gone.

That night, you find sleep easily, although your mind is restless.

When you enter your dream state, you are in a throne room, much different than your own.

That’s when you see him, the man you had spoken to earlier. That’s when you know in your heart who he is. Dream of the endless.

You had heard stories from your parents of the endless all while you grew up, but never once did you imagine you’d meet one.

“You are dream of the endless,” you say, almost breathless.

“Yes. I am,” he says, a small amused smile crossing his face.

“Why did you come to me? In my village?” You ask, stepping closer, as does he.

“You are more captivating than any mortal I have ever met. Your dreams…they are not for you, but for your people,” he says, his voice low and almost seductive as he comes to stand before you.

You watch in awe of him, as he bends down to one knee, looking up at you.

“I have never met a woman more worthy of being Queen of the dreaming. If you would do me the honor…of being my wife, I would cherish you until the end of time,” he says, his voice soft and smooth, luring you in.

“Your wife? But I am mortal?” You say, still in shock of the gall of his question.

“I could make you a god,” he tells you.

“What of my people?” You ask, stepping back, trying to pull yourself out of the trance of his voice.

“They will survive. I will make sure of it,” he says, still on his knee.

“Dream lord…your offer…I don’t know if I can accept it,” you tell him, but your resolve is wearing, fraying at the edges and he can sense it.

“You would choose to defy me?” He asks, and as you look at his eyes they are darker than what they were before. Almost as if storms swirl inside of them.

“I would choose to serve my people…I cannot leave them.”

“They will be taken care of. I will make a dream copy of you to rule in your stead.”

You are still wary, and he finally stands from his knees, coming to you.

“I am asking you not to relinquish being Queen, I am asking you to be Queen of the dreaming. Be my wife,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“And if I refuse?” You murmur out the question.

One thing that mustn’t be forgotten is that, the king of dreams, is not only that. He is also the king of nightmares.

“You would be choosing an eternity of suffering, for you…and your people,” he says, his voice so low that it almost growls at the edges.

“Promise me my people will be safe…I cannot bear to see them hurt,” you beg, pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket.

“I swear it.”

Consider this almost a Greek tale in a way where Desire yells at reader, saying something like: “I don’t care! You are just a split second to me.”

Basically trying to rid of her by saying a mortal’s life is just five seconds to them.

I like to think the feeling is like the song “I don’t care much” sung by Mason Alexander Park

Yes!!! Loved the idea!!! Thank you so much anon!!! Sorry it got taken a few days to get done. Your girl has no excuses 😞 my bad. Hope you enjoy!!!

Desire x reader hurt/comfort

Tags: Desire x fem reader, desire being mean, desire being in love, hurt/comfort

Desire x reader angst/fluff

The first time you had met Desire it was merely a passing moment. It was almost as if you had felt them before you saw them.

They immediately captured your attention, but you were much too shy to say anything saw you just kept walking, but when you turned to catch a glimpse of them, they were gone.

Little did you know, Desire had been hunting you. A new pretty plaything they could break the heart of.

What they didn’t know is that you were going to break his instead.

Their charms worked on you of course, your first meeting being within a cafe.

“Mind if I sit?” You hear a soft low voice ask. Looking up, you see them. The person you saw when you had been walking to work.

“No I don’t mind,” you say softly, gesturing to the seat across from you.

They sit down casually, a red coat adorns them. You take a sip of your coffee. It had been a particularly long day, the day before and you needed to wind down.

Desire knew this, they always knew. “What’s got you troubled” they ask.

“Hm? Oh…it’s just been a rough couple of days,” she tells them.

“I could help, you know. Make you wind down,” they smile suggestively, and your face flushes.

You haven’t ever taken anybody home. Not to say you hadn’t had your fair share of nights at other places.

“What do you say, sweet girl?”

The next couple of months had been a doozy. What first just started as purely sex driven, had turned into something softer. Sometimes Desire just came to talk.

One night, the words slip out, soft and warm. “I love you,” you say.

Desire immediately recoils, slipping out of your touch. “Don’t,” they say, a warning tone.

“Why not?” You say, an embarrassed flush finding your face. “I know you feel the same! We do everything couples do! Why is this so difficult?”

“You’re just a second to me!” Desire snaps. “A brief moment in time, a passing moment. I am endless. You are not,” they say, starting to slip their coat on.

“I don’t care! Don’t leave me Desire…” you beg, tears starting to wash down your face.

They pause, looking over at you, and frowning. “My sweet girl,” they say softly. “Come here.”

You find yourself in their arms, their familiar scent calming you. “Desire-“

You’re cut off by shushing, a soft coo leaving Desire’s lips as they stroke your hair. “I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”

They pause, before starting again. “You know…there’s ways for mortals like you to live long like my kind.”

You look up at them. “Really?”

They nod. “I’ll do anything to stay with you, sweet girl. You’re mine.”

Notes- Yearning for them always. This is my first attempt at smut, hopefully it wasn’t too terribly bad.

Summary: Reader and Desire have been taking things slow, and reader wants it rougher but doesn’t know how to ask.

Tags: Desire x fem reader, no he/she pronouns for desire, desire has male genitals, ass smacking, light/established sub/dom undertones

“I know what you…desire, my sweet,” they tell you one night, while you’re laying in bed.

At their words, a warmth pools low in your belly, and your breath hitches. “Desire?”

They hum in response, a low noise as they pin you with their gaze. “Should I drag the confession out of you?”

You have an idea of what they’re talking about. You and Desire have been taking things slow. So the few times you have gotten intimate, it’s been surprisingly gentle and loving. Not that you mind, you don’t.

But the other night, something happened. It was something small. Something so minuscule, you were hoping they forgot.

It is rare that Desire is serious, but this particular instance they were. You had been chatting with a friend over the phone when Desire appeared.

For a while they just watched you, and you stayed giggling over the phone. But as their doting gaze became more possessive you knew you should probably end the phone call.

“I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” You tell your friend, exchanging goodbyes, before ending the call.

Looking up at Desire, their possessive look softens and they give a light smirk.

“Come here,” they say, patting the spot beside them on the loveseat.

You usually tease, usually play so in this moment you thought it would be a great idea to roll your eyes and utter the words, “Make me.”

Desire’s smile faded, but was replaced with a delighted darkened look of challenge. Like they really would’ve made you if you weren’t taking things slow.

At the look your breath hitched, just slightly, but Desire noticed. They always notice.

Back to the present, Desire is watching you with a downright hungry look.

“Do you want me to drag a confession out of you?” They ask, their voice making you wet your lips nervously.

“I know the other night-“

“The other night, sweet thing, was just a confirmation on what I already know,” they tell you. “Do you need more than what I’m giving you, my love? Maybe something a little…rougher?”

You had to choke back a whimper at the question, but you’re still a little shy to answer the question.

Desire murmurs your name, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You nod, finally, a small movement.

“Words, my sweet. I need words.”

“Yes…please.”

Desire stands from the bed, walking around to the front, before grabbing your ankles and pulling you down to them.

You gasp at the boldness of the action and move to sit up, before Desire’s manicured hand pushes you down.

“Ah-ah-ah…you’re going to take what I give you tonight, my sweet. Are you going to be good?” They ask, their question underlying with a threat.

“Yes, I’ll be good,” you say helplessly.

“Then get undressed for me, my love,” they tell you, gesturing at your clothes body.

You stand, their presence so close, towering over you. You start by slipping off your socks. You’re used to Desire slipping your clothes off for you, but Desire standing and watching you strip off your clothes is strangely arousing.

Once you’re down to your underwear and bra, you look up at Desire, a silent question.

They scoff, before making a mocking face at you. “Do I need to repeat myself? I was sure I told you clearly to get undressed, did I not?”

If Desire were anybody else you’d be angry at the condescension, but in this context, the shame worms into the warmth low in your abdomen and makes it burn all the more.

You nod in response, receiving a tut from Desire.

“Words, darling, words.”

“Yes…you told me clearly,” you say, looking at them for approval.

You don’t get any yet, but a gesture to your underwear and bra that are still on.

You hastily remove them, finally exposed. Your thighs press together, begging for relief.

“No. There’ll be none of that. Come now. You said you’d be good,” Desire says, before coming closer. They put their hands on your waist, looking down at you with that soft smile.

“Desire…are you going to…?” You try and gesture to their clothes, to which they smirk, and they eyelids flutter in amusement.

“Am I going to what, sweet girl?”

“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” You finally say.

“Not just yet,” they tell you. “Now I’d like you to get on the bed.”

You almost feel a defiant streak, not annoyed with the demands, but a curiosity for what they’d do if you disobeyed.

It’s almost as if Desire can sense your disobedience flaring, and they raise a brow, questioning what you’ll do.

You glance up at them once, trying to work up the courage to look them in the face in such a moment. Before you can speak though, Desire has appeared behind you and grabbed your hips, pulling you back towards them roughly.

“Do you need to be told again?”

You gasp at the movement, and you breathlessly word out, “maybe I do.”

Desire lets out a low growl, before pushing you forward, bending you over onto the bed. “My sweet, sweet girl. You have no idea what you do to me. Do you wish to be punished?” They ask, their hand trailing down your spine, and stopping at the dimples in your lower hips.

“Desire-“

There’s a light smack to your backside. Not enough to hurt, not even enough to sting, but just enough to make you gasp out a soft moan.

“Disobey me again, and I’ll have you counting how many times I’ve smacked that pretty behind of yours, hm?”

You nod wordlessly, earning another smack to your backside, a little rougher this time.

“Words.”

“Yes, Desire.”

“Flip over onto your back.”

You do as you’re told, and Desire kneels, still fully dressed. They spread open your thighs, pushing one leg over their shoulder. Starting to kiss at the side of your knee, their kisses trail up to your inner thigh.

“Desire, please-“

“Quiet,” they demand, their tone immediately shutting you up.

Finally their warm tongue meets the slick of your heat, and you clench around nothing, your bark arching. You let out a relieved moan.

Desires tongue is skilled and cruel as they work you into a babbling mess, whimpering out their name.

After a particularly harsh suck to your clit, you let out a loud cry, and they respond with a pleased hum. This makes the pleasure even more overwhelming and you feel like you’re seeing stars.

Just as you’re nearing the edge, Desire pulls away, watching you to see your reaction.

You whine in protest. “Desire,” you pout, “Why did you-“

“Haven’t I already told you to be quiet?” They ask, a playful smile on their lips. “When you come, I want it to be around my cock. You can come on my tongue another day, sweet thing.” Desire hums in thought before twirling their finger. “Turn around again, and put your hands behind your back.”

You obey, lying back on your stomach, bent over the bed with your hands behind your back.

Desire growls in delight at the sight of you, and you finally hear their clothes starting to come off.

You try to turn around, because there’s nothing you love more than seeing your beloved undress, but you’re met with a harsh slap to your backside. The motion has you moaning, and you squirm just a little.

“Stay still,” Desire demands.

You feel their hardness press against your wetness gathered in between your thighs and you let out a whimper.

“Be good,” Desire murmurs before finally sheathing their cock into your warmth.

You can’t help but whimper in sweet relief, but the sound chokes into a gasp as Desire sets an unrelenting pace.

They’ve never been this fast with you, but you find your need dripping down your thighs at the pace.

Desires growls and moans, only make you clench harder around them.

What makes you see stars though is when they smack your ass, this time just to make you clench around them again.

“Desire…mmm…I’m close,” you half say, half sob.

“Go on then, I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Another sharp smack to your ass leaves your vision turning white with pleasure as your climax rips through you. Your body trembles as you come, and you keep chanting Desire’s name.

Not too long after, Desire is pushing themself to the brim of you, pressing against your cervix and coming deep with a long moan.

They press their forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes. “You were so good for me darling.”

You nod absentmindedly, not being able to think of much else.

“Does my sweet need a bath? And some cuddles?” Desire asks you.

You nod softly, and this they press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Come now, my love. Let’s get you cleaned up.”