Why are you crying? You knew it was gonna die.

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Pairing: Morpheus x Reader, Desire x Reader, The Corinthian x Reader

Warnings: Threats of Violence

Notes: None

Requested by: @harmonygrant (and don’t worry. You aren’t bothering me, sweetheart. Your requests and the pics you send with them always brighten my day)

Morpheus:

😴 Morpheus, bless his heart, knows what to do pretty much immediately after you tell him what's wrong

😴 He's had partners who've dealt with the same thing, even if he hadn't been as hands on with them in those scenarios

😴 But you're a special case, and he absolutely hates to see you in pain. So he’ll do what he can to take care of you

😴 In fact, he’ll probably go a little overboard. He can create everything you would want in the dreaming.

😴 (You want chocolate, he’ll make a chocolate fountain and a 6 layered chocolate cake appear.)

😴 Morpheus will ask Lucienne to deal with his work, spending the day holding you and making sure you have what you need.

Desire:

😍 Desire is a little less of a sweetheart about it. But still very willing to help out.

😍 Holding you close to them, gently tracing shapes over your skin.

😍 I headcanon them as being really cold to the touch, and their hands would feel great against your cramps.

😍 They’ll get you everything you could possibly desire. Heating pads, tv, etc. They’ll know exactly what type of chocolate or candy you’re craving

😍 In fact, they’ll know exactly what you want in general.

😍 You wouldn’t have to ask them for anything. They’ll already give it to you before you even know you wanted it.

The Corinthian:

😎 The Corinthian isn’t quite as immediate with his involvement like the other two. Not used to relationships or helping out with his partner’s period

😎 You’ll have to tell him what you want him to do, but he will do it.

😎 Calling you from the store asking you what type of chocolate or whatever else you wanted

😎 Once he realized that your cramps were really taking a lot out of you, he’d start getting more helpful

😎 He’d grab takeout from whatever place was your favourite

😎 And while he was out, he’d stop by your work to let your boss know (I.e. “convince” them), to give you a break until you were feeling better.

😎 He can be very persuasive

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Abusive Exs, Neglectful Parents, Touch Starvation

Summary: Morpheus’s lover is incredibly touch starved from previous relationships but doesn’t know how to ask him for touch. Until they have a conversation around their past relationships.

Requested by: @harmonygrant (your request was very sweet, and made me smile. Feel free to sent more requests. Hope you like the fic! Love you too)

Through the beginning of (Y/N) and Morpheus’s relationship, they could confidently say that he was easily the best partner they had ever had. He was loving and protective, something that they weren’t used to.

There was only one thing that they wished he would do differently. Years of neglect had left them with touch starvation, and Morpheus wasn’t the most physically affectionate partner.

It wasn’t that he avoided touch. He’d have a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back when leading them somewhere, he’d cup their face gently when kissing them. But other than that, he kept his hands to himself. In fact, he had a habit of standing close enough to (Y/N) that they could feel his breath on their hair, but not close enough for any touch.

They wanted to mention it to him, to ask him to hold them. But after years of bad experiences with previous partners and neglectful parents, they were very cautious about bringing up personal problems

It took a discussion about past relationships for any change to happen.

Morpheus had his share of failed past relationships, many his fault. (Y/N) had several failed relationship, not really their fault. They gave their lover short explanations of abusive or neglectful partners. Their tone was flippant, having been used to it. But the more they told him, the more concerned Morpheus became.

“If you were to ask, I would make sure he never woke up.” Morpheus offered as (Y/N) told him about one of the worst ones.

But they just shook their head. “I just want to put all that behind me. It doesn’t matter anymore.” Before when they had repeated those words said by their therapist, they felt empty. But it was the truth now.

Now that they had a partner like Morpheus.

He didn’t quite understand why they didn’t want him to get revenge on the man, but relented. He had known their life before him hadn’t been great, but this was the first time that they had told him specifics.

Throughout his relationship, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything without their permission. So if they asked him not to hurt the man, he would listen.

Still, while they hadn’t told him he could embrace them, he reached out to take their hand and pulled them close to him. Morpheus held them tightly, momentarily surprising his partner.

(Y/N) took a few seconds to realize what was happening, but relaxed against him as soon as they did.

But he soon stepped away. “Sorry.” He apologized, hands back to his sides.

“No. It’s fine.” (Y/N) got closer, tugging on his coat. “It’s nice. You don’t usually do that.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Morpheus admitted, returning his arms to their place around them.

“You couldn’t make me uncomfortable, not like this. I like this.”

Their immortal lover nodded, gently kissing the top of (Y/N)‘s head. He had avoided invading their space, but was now regretting not just asking them about it.

The feeling of them in his arms, the feeling of their heartbeat against him… he couldn’t believe he had avoided this as long as he did. He didn’t want to live without the feeling. He didn’t know if he could.

As for (Y/N), they were practically in heaven. Morpheus was everything they wanted, and as he held them close there was a feeling of relief in their chest. He wasn’t like the past relationships, (Y/N) could be happy with him.

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Morpheus/Dream x fem!reader

In Your Dreams

Chapter 5

“Life is a sleep and love is its dream; and you have lived if you have loved.”

-Alfred de Musset

The following day felt longer than you would have liked. You were anxious for the sun to set, and with it, the answers that would quench the fire of burning curiosity in your mind. Why was the heart of The Dreaming rotting away? Why were you able to escape the borders of your dream and travel there, and why was Lucienne so obviously disturbed by it? Where was Dream? But, most importantly, why did you feel the need to be there in the first place? Why couldn’t you come to terms with this entire experience for the incredible magical adventure that it was and just let it go?

Even though you were filled with more questions than ever before, you could feel in the deepest recesses of your soul that the solutions to all of them lay in The Dreaming.

Your enthusiasm to return to the palace caused you to have trouble falling asleep for the first hour that night. The castle was your new Burgess house – mysteries hid there that tickled at your insides, that whispered to you in the darkness of the night to uncover them.

Finally, after tossing and turning, your eyes fluttered closed and stayed that way. Shifting shapes whirled behind your eyelids, flitting from corner to corner, until they gently settled into the outline of a horizon. A warm sun began to rise and filtered light onto the dark line, illuminating the scene for you. You instantly recognized the scent of poppies on the breeze.

That fragrant wind whipped through your hair lovingly, like the soft fingers of a curious child, swirling around your form. You spun with it, arms outstretched, grinning from ear to ear. How you wished with everything within your heart that this place was real, that this is where you could spend the waking hours of your life.

You opened your shining eyes to see the parting gate of horn and ivory before you. You hadn’t even needed to start the journey within the confines of your own dream this time – you were already here. Your path of glinting black and gold marble was still below your feet, humming with welcoming warmth.

You couldn’t contain your happiness when the dividing gates revealed a view to you that had shifted from the night before. The stretches of murky water were trickling into a singular crystal river, sparkling blue and immense. Where unforgiving rock and dark sand had suffocated the landscape, beautiful blades of grass and stretches of green ferns were beginning to emerge. You recognized your favorite flower, blooming white poppies, dancing in the breeze on the riverside. An enormous bridge was sliding into place over the river, cradled by gargantuan stone hands that surfaced from the crystal water.

Creatures were returning, beautiful and terrifying alike, flying through the milky blue sky and snaking through the growing grass around your feet. The air was no longer choked with an eerie silence; insects buzzed, water rushed, citizens of The Dreaming were laughing.

Life.

You followed the massive bridge of stone to the center, where the once-crumbling palace was being rebuilt in the gleam of glorious sunlight. Fallen walls and castle turrets were reassembling themselves brick by brick with meticulous accuracy, as if someone had hit rewind. Rusting spires were shedding their coat of orange muck and shining gold. Magnificent archways were mending their own cracks and rising tall, transforming from ashy grey to glimmering white.

The heart of The Dreaming was returning to its former glory. Pure joy blossomed in your chest like the rosebuds of a vine that was bending around the pillars of the bridge.

You walked into the castle entryway, still grinning like a fool, as you looked up and watched every shard of broken glass and every crushed stone float into the air and return to their homes. A beautiful stained-glass window was mending directly above your head. The colorful fragments gradually slid together to form the image of a Pegasus, and as the last piece fell into place, it sprang to life, neighing triumphantly and beating its wings.

“Not too shabby, huh?” came a proud voice from behind you.

You spun to see a tall scarecrow-like figure with the head of a pumpkin approaching you. His face was the cut of a jack-o-lantern, crooked mouth pulling up at the corner in a tilted smile. He stopped by your side and put his branch-like hands on his thin hips, gazing up appreciatively at the work of glass art. You tried not to stare too rudely at him.

You turned your head back toward the magnificent window, now casting rays of colored sunlight onto you and your Halloween-like companion.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” you replied truthfully.

He grunted in agreement, then looked down at you. His triangular eyes narrowed.

“Hey, ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around these parts before,” he said. “You new?”

Your lips upturned at his gutteral New York accent. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Lotsa new folks all around this joint today,” he said, shaking his large head in amusement. “Guess that’s what happens when ya hammer a few nails and splash on a fresh coat a’ paint—everyone comes back to tha neighborhood.”

“It does look pretty inviting,” you agreed, turning to face him. You stuck out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

The pumpkin-headed man stuck out his wooden hand and shook yours firmly. “I’m Mervyn, but everybody calls me Merv.”

“Hi, Merv.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms. “Well, considerin’ you bein’ new and all, why don’t I give ya a bit of a tour? It wouldn’t be my first one today.”

“I would love that,” you beamed, resisting the urge to clasp your hands together like a schoolgirl. Merv nodded and turned, motioning with his stick-like hand.

“Well, then, c'mon.”

He walked like a puppet would without strings, you thought, as you followed behind him. You struggled to keep up with his long strides. Mervyn led you through a hallway that had one wall built while the opposite was still floating together. One piece of stone almost hit him in the head on its way back to its appointed position, and he cursed at it.

Once through the hallway, you turned into a winding staircase that glinted with intricate gold. As you followed Merv’s spindly legs up the flight, you appreciated the view to your left of an assembling tower. After a few more steps, you reached the top.

“First things first, here’s our pride and joy,” Mervyn announced grandiosely, spreading out his arms for dramatic emphasis. Your jaw dropped. “This is the library.”

The room was warm wood, cozy sunlight, and beckoning shelves that stretched on for as far as the eye could see. Books were everywhere, of every size, color, and age. You ran your finger along a nearby shelf, tickling their spines. Some looked thousands of years old, others as if they’d come off the press minutes before.

“How many books are in here?” you asked in wonder, turning in a full circle to better take in the view.

“A helluva lot,” Mervyn answered slyly. “To tell you the truth, I’m not the one you should ask. Lucienne’s the librarian in charge.”

At the sound of her name, the woman that you had met the night before emerged from behind a nearby cascade of bookshelves. Her eyes smiled at Mervyn, but then they settled onto you.

Lucienne’s face paled.

“You’ve returned,” she breathed, striding toward the two of you with a haste in her step, “and so soon.”

“Oh, you’ve met before?” Mervyn asked, eyes shifting between the librarian and yourself.

“We have,” you told him, trying to make sure your grin didn’t turn into a grimace.

“Just last night, in fact,” Lucienne added. Her perceptive gaze wandered over your nervous form.

“Last night?” Merv repeated incredulously. He motioned over his shoulder. “But the boss hadn’t even started rebuilding yet! How’d she—?”

“A question we all would like to know,” Lucienne answered, fixing you with a penetrating stare over the top of her round glasses. She clasped her hands behind her back expectantly.

“Hey, I’d like to know too,” you said defensively. You crossed your arms, but then dropped them to your sides, not wanting to come off as defiant. “I’ve already told you everything that I know.”

“Lucienne, who is this?” Mervyn asked curiously, pointing a thumb at you.

The librarian sighed heavily but her eyes softened. Her tone was gentle, appreciative. “This, Mervyn, is the young lady that released Lord Morpheus from his prison.”

“No kiddin’?! That was you?!” he questioned unabashedly, shock evident in his wide eye sockets.

You shrugged, not a fan of the intense attention. “Well, yeah… but it’s really not that big of a deal…”

“Not that big of a deal?” Mervyn repeated, voice dripping in astonishment. “Are you kiddin’ me? This place would still be fallin’ apart if it wasn’t for you!”

“That’s why everything looked the way that it did the last time I came?” you asked Lucienne. “Because Dream wasn’t here?”

She nodded somberly. “He was captured for nearly a century and was unable to return. Everything was dissipating, disappearing… it cannot exist without him. He is The Dreaming.”

“But it’s been over a week since I helped him escape,” you said, confused. “Where has he been all of that time?”

“Lord Morpheus was traveling the realms on a quest to reobtain his tools.”

Something hopeful fluttered in your chest. Those nights where you’d been calling out to him and he hadn’t shown himself… it wasn’t because he was ignoring you, it was because he wasn’t even there in the first place.

“Look, uh… I hate to interrupt this conversation,” Merv cut in, scratching the back of his pumpkin head uncomfortably, “but… shouldn’t we tell the boss that she’s here?”

Joy sparked in your chest at his words.

Lucienne hesitated. “There’s still so many questions that remain unanswered. We don’t know how or why she is able to leave her dreams, let alone create a path from their border and through the waters to the palace.”

Mervyn didn’t have eyebrows, but if he did, you were sure he would be raising them in surprise.

“I didn’t have to use the path this time,” you told her, biting your lip. “I just kind of started at the gate.”

“You materialized here, in the heart of The Dreaming?” she clarified, voice filled with bewilderment and cut with that undertone of concern again.

“That ain't normal,” Mervyn shook his head.

“It appears that each time you fall asleep, you are somehow able bypass steps that you’ve previously taken,” she said thoughtfully, almost to herself. “You’re no longer appearing within the boundaries of your own dreams.”

An excited smile pulled at your lips. “Cool.”

“No, no, not ‘cool’,” Lucienne admonished, turning from you and Mervyn to start rifling through a stack of books resting on a nearby table. “This behavior is quite abnormal, even for a lucid dreamer such as yourself.”

“Lucid dreamer, ‘ay?” Merv inquired, crossing his reedy arms over his chest and leaning back against the shelf behind him. “Not too many a’ you guys left no more.”

“Really?”

“They’ve become exceedingly rare,” Lucienne confirmed, finally picking out a book from the pile. “Consistently lucid dreamers existed more commonly thousands of years ago. Now, well…” her eyes roamed over your confused face “…you’re the first I’ve seen in, at least, a millennium.”

“You always been able to do that?” Mervyn asked you. “Change stuff around?”

“Since I can remember,” you shrugged, pulling out a chair at the ornate table in front of you and sitting. “I’d sleep the day away just to keep dreaming.”

“But roaming through the dreamscape, you said last night that you had only just started?” the librarian asked, peering over the edge of the thick book in her hands. She joined you at the table.

Something caught your eye. The book that Lucienne had plucked from the bunch was bound in black with two golden words emblazoned on the cover: your first and last name.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s that?” you questioned enthusiastically, scooting your chair closer to her. “My name’s on there!”

A proud smile creeped onto the head librarian’s face. “This library contains every story ever written and unwritten, finished or unfinished, everything that has been and will never be.” She tapped the hard cover of your book with a manicured nail. “And this is yours.”

“Wow,” you sighed, resting your chin on your palm. Lucienne’s smile grew at your awestruck expression. “So, what all is in there about me?”

“Everything,” she answered simply.

You gulped. “Like, everything everything?”

She laughed. It was a harmonious sound.

“Relax, even your most embarrassing of moments pale in comparison to many of the things I read every day,” she assured you, eyes twinkling with amusement. She became serious again. “I thought it advantageous to find your book after your unexpected visit last night. I had to be sure that you weren’t a threat to The Dreaming.”

Your smile fell. “I’m – I’m not. I don’t want to be a threat to anybody.”

Lucienne sighed, expression trickling with pity.

“I know those aren’t your intentions. But the fact remains that your recent abilities are those that no mortal should possess.”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Merv said, standing from his perch against the bookcase to lean against your table instead. He grinned crookedly at you. “We’ll get this figured out. If anyone can sniff out what’s goin’ on here, it’s Lucienne.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. The thought of being some kind of danger to this beautiful place rattled you. All you had wanted was to find Morpheus, to make sure everything turned out okay after you released him. After all, being imprisoned against your will for a hundred years had to be traumatic for anyone, right? Even the King of Dreams?

You had more selfish reasons, too, but those would stay private.

Suddenly, a voice called out.

It echoed into the large room, gentle but authoritative, soft but commanding respect. With a wave of warmth washing over your skin, you knew that you would recognize that beautiful sound anywhere.

“Lucienne,” his voice called, “I believe it is time we review the findings from the census.”

All three of you froze in place.

The King of Dreams emerged from the nearest aisle, graceful stride filled with purpose. He donned all black, a sweeping floor length coat flowing behind him as he walked, regal. His alabaster skin almost seemed to glow against his dark attire. His hair was as black as his clothing, still so gloriously messy and wild.

He was in his element, thriving and flourishing in a way that radiated from his very being. This was his domain.

Morpheus’s icy blue eyes moved from Lucienne to Mervyn. Then, they locked onto you.

Your breath hitched as you stood, chair screeching back noisily. That feeling, that delicious humming in your bones, it was different here, more alive. It was starlight sparking in your spine. He stood at least ten feet away, impossibly still, but you could feel his presence as strongly as you would if he were inches from you. Time stood still.

A myriad of emotions flickered through his fathomless eyes at the sight of you, none of which you could place, but whatever they were made the air in the library thick. Your eyes drank in his face and his roamed yours, penetrating but swirling with something soft.

Mervyn cleared his throat uncomfortably. It just then occurred to you that you had no idea how long the two of you had been standing like that, staring at each other.

The sound seemed to bring Dream back to himself.

“Lucienne. Mervyn. Leave us,” he commanded quietly, but he didn’t look at them. His intense gaze never once broke from yours.

Their replies came quickly and in hushed tones, almost as if embarrassed.

“Of course, sir.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

They scurried away with heads down. As they reached the exit to the library, you could hear Mervyn mutter, “Well, talk about some tension...”

Morpheus blinked at the comment, but you didn’t miss the almost-imperceptible smirk that tugged at one corner of his lips. He was still staring at you.

With a smile that revealed every whisper of your heart, you broke the silence.

“Hi.”

Dream took a slow step toward you, measured. Then another. The curtain of dark lashes framing his endless eyes fluttered as he took you in, gaze roaming to your feet and back up again.

“Hello.” His voice was velvet.

You swallowed, begging the blush that you could feel creeping up your neck to go away. Couldn’t you have at least one interaction with him without your body betraying you? You felt like a fucking teenager.

“You, um, never answered my question,” you said, taking a step toward him as well. One of his dark brows rose. “You put me to sleep first. Rude, by the way.”

His smirk wasn’t nearly as well-hidden now.

“My deepest apologies. And what question would that be?”

You took another step closer, still not breaking eye contact. You clasped the back of a chair with one hand to ground yourself.

“You’re… you are alright, then?” you asked quietly. For the smallest of moments, his eyes betrayed everything. He was touched by your concern.

“You have journeyed through The Dreaming, to the heart of my realm, simply to ask after my well-being?”

His voice held an undercurrent of emotion, but he attempted to hide it with the slightest lilt of tease.

A playful glint sparkled in your eye. “Well, I did play spy for over a month just to get into that basement. What’s a desert and an ocean or two?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes was shuttered by the weight of your words. It seemed that once Morpheus got past the initial surprise of seeing you there, the same realization dawned on him that concerned Lucienne.

“You traveled through the outer lands of The Dreaming,” he stated, brows furrowed in unease. “You left the confines of your dream and found yourself here?”

The general trepidation from everyone surrounding your ability to leave your dream world disturbed you. You saw it as a gift, but it seemed to be one that you were not meant to have. You let out a sigh.

“I created a path,” you told him. “It took me through the desert and through an ocean… and then I ended up on that dock out there.” You tilted your chin toward the windows. “The path ended at the gates, and when I touched them, they opened. Then I came here.”

Morpheus was close now, taking in every word you that escaped your lips with rapt attention. His powerful stare was not angry, but perplexed. His eyes were swimming with anxious confusion.

“How is this possible?” he whispered to himself. His pale hand rose, ever so slowly, to ghost the line of your jaw. The touch was barely there, so very brief, but it left tingling chills in its wake. He examined your every feature, searching for the answer. “For you are not a vortex.”

For a moment, you’d forgotten how to speak, mind still reeling from the fact that he had just touched you, and that it felt so indescribable. His fingers had barely brushed an inch of skin, but that starlight sparkling in your spine had overtaken every nerve ending.

“Vortex?” you asked when you found your voice. Your eyebrows came together. “What’s a vortex?”

To your dismay, Dream stepped away from you. He turned toward the table where you were previously sitting with Lucienne and Mervyn, delicate fingers flipping through the many volumes that were stacked over its surface. His hands settled on a red hardback, lifting it so that you could read the gold lettering on the cover.

“Rose Walker,” he replied, face impassive.

At your obvious confusion, Dream stepped back and motioned with a graceful hand toward the archway where Lucienne and Mervyn had disappeared moments before.

“Where are we going?” you asked, walking in the direction he indicated.

Morpheus was tall at your side, right hand ghosting the small of your back, featherlight. The stars in your backbone twinkled at the touch.

His voice was euphonious when he bent to your ear.

“Follow me.”

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size Reader

a/n: Omg thank you thank you everyone for the incredible love and support you all have shown towards Lloyd and Wifey, I was so so nervous about it but the response has been so good, I honestly still can’t believe it. So here is Part 2 which many of you requested and I really hope you all like this one too. Please read the warnings before reading.

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warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angsty moments, crying, injuries, mentions of blood and wounds (nothing too graphic), curse words, reader being insecure very briefly, soft moments, romantic fluff, mentions of wine and food, making out (nothing too graphic), mentions of virginity, kissing. Soft!Lloyd.

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Morpheus/Dream x reader

                                                   In Your Dreams

                                                       Chapter 2

                                    “Dare to dream, then decide to do.”

                                                    -Annette White

  With every passing night, you itched to type in the magic code that would open the forbidden doorway to you.

Days went by slowly. You were doing tasks that held no interest for you—not that you didn’t enjoy the companionship of Paul and Alex, but your heart didn’t lie in elder care. Guilt was eating at you more and more with each passing day. Maybe it would be better for someone more passionate about this job to be there, you thought, but then your imagination ran wild with the possibilities of what could be in that basement and your guilt was beat back until the next day.

Your favorite part of daylight hours was your daily walk and talk with Alex Burgess. As the days passed, he began to open up to you bit by bit. He had lived a very interesting life full of meeting interesting people and seeing amazing things. But you knew that he was leaving pieces out, painful things. The person that you were curious about most of all, his father, was a topic that he was always quick to gloss over. You didn’t push it, afraid your eager and well-informed questions would betray you.

But one day, Paul joined the two of you on your stroll. He kept a slow pace beside Alex’s wheelchair, holding his hand. You smiled at the simple but meaningful touch.

Vader X F!Reader/ Ch 10 1/2

(A/N: THIS IS A SMUT CHAPTER PLS 18+ ONLY! also this is kinda just an extra chapter, not really necessary to the story, so if smut isn’t for u, no worries!! :)

NSFW

you and vader take your love to the next level

warnings: smut (18+), oral ( male and female receiving), penetration, sex (duh), overstimulation, praise, cursing, detailed descriptions of sexual acts

wc: 2693

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Vader joined you on the bed and gently wrapped his arms around your body. You rested your head on his helmet and sighed, “I want to see you”. He felt his heart quicken as he obliged. You helped him remove his helmet and place it on the nightstand.

You brushed his cheek and took a moment to gaze into his blue eyes. He was the most extraordinary man you had ever met and you loved him so much, so much it hurt. You leaned into his face and caught him in a deep kiss. Once you broke away you saw the loving expression on his face and took your chance, “Ani, I want you”.

Vader froze. You wanted him in that way? He hadn’t had that type of interaction in years. He didn’t even know how he’d perform. He gulped and let out a small breath. “I am not sure you do, my love”.

You grabbed his hands in yours and scooted closer to him, “Ani, I am the most certain I have ever been. I want you to know how much I love you. I want you to feel how much I love you”. He studied your beautiful face, how could he say no to his Angel? Especially when this is something he had craved for so long.

“As long as you allow me to return the favor” he teased.

You drew him into another kiss, this time smiling into it before breaking shortly, “You are quite the flirt, Anakin Skywalker”. He smiled his wonderful smile back at you before he pulled you in once more.

You were euphoric at hte sensation of his scarred lips on yours, his gloved hands roaming your body. You breathily asked for him if you could remove his armor. Of course he obliged, wanting to feel you closer to his.

You manually took apart his neck piece and took his shoulder armor off. His wingspan was still so broad even without his shoulder piece on. You ran your hands down his neck and held onto his shoulders. “You’re so handsome” you said.

He blusehed at your words as he took off his cape and boots. You helped him get all the way out of the suit and took a moment to admire him.

Yes, he had scars and yes he didn’t look like the traditional man, bu you loved him nonetheless and he was breath taking.

You could tell he was getting shy so you leaned into him once more. He grabbed your face and deeply kissed you. His metallic digits tugged at he hem of your blouse as he looked into your eyes. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second.

“May I?” he asked you.

You nodded vigorously before he gave you a soft smile. He pulled the garment over your head and was taken by the sight of your exposed chest. He had seen you in nightgowns, but never fully nude.

All he could manage were a few strangled breaths, when was the last time he got to see a sight like this? You giggled and grabbed one of his metal hands, “It’s ok Ani, you can touch me if you want”.

You guided his hand to your chest as he looked over your mesmerizing features, once his hand made contact he shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He was more reactive than you. You closed his fingers around your breast and gasped at the contact of the cool metal. He took his other hand and wrapped it around your waist to draw you onto his lap. You kissed him passionately as he kneaded your plush breasts with his cool digits, moaning into him every so often.

You placed a warm hand onto one of his thighs and squeezed, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. You knew where he enjoyed being touched and you knew where he was the most sensitive. You traced your fingers along his thigh and up his stomach as he panted. He was so, so sensitive.

You arched your back and pushed yourself into his body as he took the opportunity to kiss at your neck. He breathed in your flowery aroma and lightly marked your neck. You carefully ran your fingers over one of the ports on his chest making him shutter and grip you harder. His face was fully pressed into your neck as you held the back of his head.

“Maker, you are so gorgeous, F/N” he managed between pants.

You broke from the embrace to look him in the eyes, “Ani, I want to make you feel good”. His eyes softened before he spoke, “Angel you don’t need to, you already make me feel amazing”. You blushed and looked away from him,

“Please, Ani?”

How could he say no to his Angel? He agreed on one condition, you would let him take care of you next.

You moved to the back of the bed so he could lean against the headboard. You didn’t know if this activity would trigger a flare up so you helped him plug into the oxygen, just to be safe.

Once you were lying in between his thighs he reached down to caress your cheek. “You truly are to good for me, F/N”

You kept eye contact with him as you slowly pulled his boxers down. He took a sharp breath from the cool air hitting his member. He was big. A lot bigger than you expected. Synthetic or not, he was pretty. His dick stood tall, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein runnning from the underside to his tip. At the end you were met with his blushing tip, already beading with precum. What a sight.

“Oh Ani, you are so beautiful” you said giving his tip a kiss.

He shivered and looked down at you with glassy eyes. You gave some experimental caresses and a lick of two before you looked back at him. You tilted your head, “May I?” You asked as you looked up at him through your lashes, he nodded.

You smiled as you took him in your mouth, one of his hands flew to cover his mouth as the other gripped the sheets under him. You gave a few good licks before you pushed yourself up to his face.

You grabbed his cool wrist and said, “I want to hear you Ani, let it out”. He kneaded his brows together and nodded placing his hand on the bed. You smiled at him before returning to your previous position, “that’s my good boy”. He could have cum just from your voice, instead he held it in, opting for moans instead.

You took one of your hands to caress his balls while you worked on the shaft. He was throbbing inside your mouth. You just felt so good around him.

His breathing quickened as he came closer to his climax. His moans turned more into whimpers as he reached his high. “F-F/N I’m gonna-“ he managed.

You smiled and quickened your pace before he finished in your mouth. He laid his head back and focused on regulating his breathing. His chest was heaving as he came down from his high. You wiped your mouth before curling up beside him, you knew he needed a moment.

Finally, he tilted his head towards you, still a little breathless, “do you see what you do to me F/N?”.

Maker, he was so hot.

You giggled and hid your face in his side. He slowly righted himself and unplugged the oxygen from his port. He took your face in his hands and kissed you.

He picked you up, grabbing the backs of your thighs before pressing your back against the wall.

“I love you so much F/N”.

You rolled your hips into his and he groaned into the kiss before he gently placed you back on the bed. “I’m going to make you feel so good Angel” he said before sliding in between your legs.

You gasped as he gently pressed a metal digit into you. He hummed in response to your reaction. He was consumed by your beauty. He felt himself harden again just from hearing and watching you writhe under his touch. This was a different kind of power.

“Angel, you are already so aroused, Did I really do this to you?” He smirked as he rubbed your clit.

You pushed your head back into the pillows, screwing your eyes shut.

“Yes! Maker, yes, Ani” you panted while he inserted another finger into you.

He groaned at your response, you were so gorgeous. At that moment he couldn’t bother to think of the dire situation the two of you were in. All he could think of was you and him.

You pulled his face towards yours so you could kiss him. He happily complied, continuing to pleasure you. He kissed you hungrily and bit your lip before returning to his previous position.

He quickened his pace and you began to reach you high, “Ani! Please!”, you were so close. The knot tightening in your stomach ready to unravel, but he stopped.

You opened your eyes and tried to calm your heart rate.

“not yet”

He smiled gently at your confused face before lowering his head. You moaned loudly as he licked your clit. You felt him smile into you.

He began licking and lapping between your folds until you felt your high approach once more. He sucked on you before kissing your abdomen. He replaced his mouth with his fingers while he met your face.

“I’m close, I-I’m” you said breathlessly.

He kissed your cheek, “Me too”.

Your eyes shot open adn looked down, he was fully erect again, precum leaking out of his puffy tip. He was about to finish just from touching you. You blushed before reaching a hand to stroke his tip. His abdomen tensed as he sucked in a breath.

“Ani, finish with me?” He looked into your eyes and nodded.

The knot in your stomach finally unraveled and a euphoric sensation washed over you. You hadn't felt that sensation in years. You tensed as your orgasm over took you, it felt so damn good. Once you came down, you looked over to your lover who was also calming down. His chest was heaving and he was tensing in spasms. He was so lovely.

You grabbed his face and rested your forehead on his. “I love you, Anakin”

He managed a small smile before kissing you. You returned the gesture before plugging him back into the oxygen tank. Relief immediately washed over his face as he caught his breath. You let him recuperate before you laid down beside him.

He reached a metallic limb around your waist and drew you into him. You laid your head on his chest, his muscles cushioning your head. He was honestly a masterpiece, you loved every inch of him. He breathed in your calming scent as he held you tight. You could hear his heart racing and felt his robotic legs tangle with yours under the sheets.

“You were so good Ani, thank you” you said as you traced the scars on his chest.

He gave a small chuckle before responding, “Who said we were done, angel?”. Your eyes widened as you felt his dick throbbing against your thigh, you didn’t realize how high his tolerance was.

“Are you sure you can? I don’t want to overwork you” you questioned.

“I am certain, F/N. I have wanted this for so long, there’s no way I’m going to give up now”

You smiled at his determination as you nuzzled your head into his neck.

He rolled his hips into yours eliciting moans from both of you. He kissed along your neck as his hands roamed your body. He was in paradise, nothing could compare to the feelings he had for you.

He angled one of his legs and guided your hips along his thigh. His scars added extra texture as he ran you along him. He flexed his thigh as best he could as you dragged yourself along him He was so muscular, so strong.

“Mmh, You feel so good” you praised as he watched your brows knit together.

He huffed out a breath while he grabbed himself.

Fuck.

He was already getting hard again. You had such a strong hold on him. He shut his eyes as he listened to your breathing. You caressed his face and said, “You are so pretty Ani, my pretty boy”.

You felt his face grow warmer as he blushed at your compliments. He opened his eyes, they were all blue, not a trace of yellow. They were purely Anakin, just for you.

He brushed your entrance with his tip before looking back up at you, “may I?” He asked.

“Please” you whispered.

He nodded as he tightened his grip on himself. He dragged his dick along your folds before slowly pushing into your entrance.

You gasped as he pushed himself into you, you were sensitive from already cumming and you could tell he was too. He bottomed out and groaned and took a moment to just hold you.

“You’re so big, Ani” you gasped as he whimpered into your neck.

He slowly began to move his hips, wanting to ease into it. The friction made him shudder. He was definitely overstimulated and he was really feeling it now. Each noise you made made his dick throb harder. He observed your face twist with pleasure, a sheen of sweat adorning your forehead, cheeks rosy with excitement, you were angelic.

He felt himself unintentionally quicken his pace, now thrusting into you. You gripped onto his back as he thrusted in and out of you. Both of you were panting and moaning. His dick was hitting all the right places and his uncontrolled moans were just adding to your arousal.

He felt himself reaching his high as he dragged himself against you. You were tight, gripping him in just the right ways. He couldn’t stop no, he was so close.

“Maker, I-I’m” he managed before you cut him off by drawing him into a deep kiss.

He was now feverishly thrusting in and out of you. The sounds of your love filling the room. “I’m gonna- I’m cumming” he rasped out as he pushed himself deep into you.

You gasped and sunk your nails into his back, “Please Anakin” you loudly exclaimed.

That pushed him over the edge. Your melodic voice calling out his name? Perfection.

He came with a deep groan and you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. You reached your own high as he did his, your vision clouded with stars. No other had ever made you feel this way.

He exhaled and tried to regulate his breathing as his hips stuttered. You could feel as his abdomen tightened with every move he made, he was so overstimulated. You placed a hand on his bicep and squeezed it lightly, “Anakin, breath” you reminded him as he took a few deep breaths. You stroked his arm while you helped him ease out of you.

He groaned as the cool air hit his sensitive member. You stroked his face while he attempted to turn himself over. “You did so well, Ani” you smiled. He looked at you with tired eyes, “thank you, my love” he really was a sucker for praise.

He went to grab a towel but you eased him back down. “I’ve got it, love” you assured him. You tenderly cleaned him up, making sure not to be too rough. Then you cleaned yourself before taking your place beside him again.

You nuzzled into his side and relaxed enough to close your eyes. The two of you laid there for a moment before he spoke again.

“F/N, I loved you long ago and I still love you now. I always have and I always will. I’ll love you for eternity” he whispered, a small rasp in his words, as he brushed your hair with his hand.

“You are my eternity, Ani” you whispered back before the two of you drifted into a sound sleep.

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(a/n: holy shit guys…. i may have gone a bit overboard?? but this is only my second smut drabble, so i hope it was ok 🫡

we’lol be back to our regularly scheduled programming in the next chapter tho heh)

Summary: As SHIELD’s first omega field agent, you couldn’t have been more excited for your inaugural mission with your partners Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Your target - Lloyd Hansen - has gotten his hands on a hard drive of SHIELD secrets and is planning to sell it to the highest bidder. Your mission should be straight forward, but Hansen has something up his sleeve just for you. 

Relationship: Dark!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader; Dark!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Non-con, knife play, chasing kink, crying kink, humiliation, pussy slapping, triple penetration, foursome, oral sex, anal sex, breeding kink, squirting, violence, A/B/O

THIS IS A DARK FIC - READ THE WARNINGS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

Rejected.

PAIRING.

Dark!Kal-El/Superman/Clark Kent x Reader

SUMMARY.

A few months had passed since the eventful night you spend with Kal. Even though his words teared your heart apart, shattered your soul, and left you hopeless, you followed his order and hadn’t try to see him. Forcing yourself as hard as you could to erase the night from your mind. Despite your feelings and pain, you succeeded, barely. But he didn’t.

A/N.

Dark AU.

+18 only, SMUT (oral sex, male receiving) & ANGST ( so sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but more to come ) & darkish…

Y/SH/N = Your/SuperHero/Name

After popular demand, here it is, the next part in Rejected. I’m surprised but also pleased how much you all love the first part, it means so much to me and I hope you will like this sequel as well (even though the angst…). As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. 

A lots of Love! Lex!xx

WORDS.2667ish.

Vader x F!Reader/ Ch 8

(A/N: ILL BE OFF MY HURT COMFORT BINGE SOON DW, but the slow burn is finally starting to spark!!! also if u get a chance i’d love ur input on the question in the a/n at the end!)

SFW

You comfort Vader after his fight with Obi-Wan and he has some revelations

Warnings: cursing, nightmares, emotional trauma, injury description

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You requested he had at least a week to recover, which the emperor surprisingly agreed to. He needed to heal physically and emotionally.

You moved him to his room, which he never really got much use from. You spent each moment with him, letting him work through his thoughts, changing bandages, and just keeping him company. You wanted him to get better so he could be back to himself, but you enjoyed being able to spend time with him.

The more you were around him the more your heart hurt. You were beyond falling in love, now your heart was pained by how much you yearned for him. But everytime you were close to telling him how you felt, your fears of rejection and the unknown held you back. You didn’t know if your heart could handle it if he rejected you, so you settled for this limbo.

Presently, Vader was lying in his rarely used bed, pristine sheets covering his lower half. Today you helped him put on his arms since their repairs were finished, but you left his legs off because they needed more fine tuning. He was without his mask and left only in undergarments to allow his wounds to breathe. He slowly began providing details about his past and how he and his former master split.

“I tried to tell him that from my perspective, the Jedi were evil. They used me for years, they used him, but he didn’t want to hear it” Vader spoke from his bed as you walked around his room.

You understood their relationship was an intricate one, you understood Vader’s hatred of his old master, but you could also feel his pain. He truly cared for Obi Wan.

“After the incident on Mustafar, I could not rest until I found him. He did this to me. He took everything.”

You could see from his perspective and Obi-Wan’s. Anakin was taken advantage of and to him, Obi-wan ruined his life. But it was his own actions that led to many complications in his old life. And Obi Wan should have payed more attention to Anakin’s shift and been there for him, but he was only following his morals, just as Anakin was.

You walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, he stopped talking and met your gaze. The frustration and pain in his face subsided momentarily. He placed a metal hand on your forearm as you thought about how to comfort him. Slowly, but swiftly you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Well, I’m here if you need anything” you whispered, tightening your grip.

Vader was caught off guard. You were embracing him, comforting him. His heart began to flutter, thank the stars he wasn’t hooked up to the vital machine or else it would be beeping like crazy.

He slowly leaned into your touch and lightly placed his steel appendages around your waist. He relaxed and breathed in your calming scent. Lavender mint with a dash of sea breeze.

“Thank you, F/N” he said to you, as you rose from his side.

He debated risking it all just to tell you how ethereal you were. But he was too afraid. How could you come to love someone as vile as him. He was fearful of your response. He lost everything he held dear, he didn’t want to lose you too.

If he only knew.

You smiled at him, “always.”

The more time you spent with him the more you noticed the yellowish hues in his irises had subsided. What was left were the eyes of Anakin.

Your Ani.

You got back up and began meddling with some stuff on the desk. “Do you ever tire of being the fear striking Lord Vader?” You asked.

He laid his head back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling as he let out a sigh.

“I am contempt with my duties, though sometimes I tire of the cowardice everyone shows in my presence.”

You giggled, “Well you are pretty intimidating Ani. The first time we reunited you almost choked me to death”.

Though you were lighthearted with the statement, he cringed. That incident deeply troubled him, how could he do that to you?

His F/N.

“And for that I am more regretful than you know, F/N. I am truly sorry.”

He was beyond ashamed of the incident and quickly steered away from that conversation.

“Do you remember the soup my mother used to make?” Vader asked as you turned to face him.

“Of course I do! It was only the most delicious thing in all the galaxy! I especially liked when she’d shape the bread that went with it into tiny animals.” You beamed reminiscing about the delectable meal.

“Wow, I did not expect you to remember it so fondly.” Vader quipped.

“I remember Watto craved it so often he made me try to recreate it. Obviously I never could get it quite like the Shmi Skywalker” you responded.

He smiled to himself, this past didn’t hurt to remember.

“Oh! What was it? Do you remember what your mom used to say about us? she used to say it all the time” You asked, you remembered what she said, she said you two would be married. You always blushed when she would tease, but it made you feel happy every time she would. You just wanted to know if he remembered it.

He rested his hand over his mouth and laughed. “That I do. How could I forget, “Mrs. Skywalker” he teased.

You stopped in your tracks, he was always a smooth guy, but damn, you forgot how much of a tease he was. You blushed, but hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yes, she always did say we would be wed” he chuckled to himself.

Masking the excitement the best you could you agreed, “Yes! That’s it, that’s what she said! Haha, how could I forget? I mean we were the best looking pair in Mos Espa.” Now it was his turn to blush

“Indeed” he said, he could feel his lungs working overtime to compensate for his fast heart rate. He could feel himself wheezing.

You quickly picked up on his discomfort and grabbed an oxygen mask to place over his face. He thanked you and focused on regulating his breathing. You nodded and began to start the nightly routine of cleaning around his ports and rubbing the ointments into his skin.

This routine had become quite comforting for the both of you. He loved to feel your gentle hands over his battered body and you loved just to be close to him. __________________________________________

You spent the last two nights in his room, sleeping on a chair close to his bed so you could monitor him periodically throughout the night. The chair was not comfortable whatsoever, but you would sleep there if it meant helping him in any way. He seemed to have nightmares, but he never woke up because of them. But tonight was different.

Around midnight you were awoken by heavy breathing and thrashing. You cracked your eyes open and dimly saw Vader fighting in his sleep. This nightmare was different though, he was muttering a string of “No’s”and “Please’s”. You walked towards his bedside through the dark of the room, you began to sit by his side as he shot up.

He winced at the sudden movement and gasped when you placed a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he initiated the force to protect himself. You felt your air passage cutting off, before he noticed it was you. He immediately released his hold and began to pant, “sorry! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-“.

He was shaking violently, you didn't care about what just happened, you understood having instincts, nothing to apologize for. “It’s ok Ani, It was a dream, You’re ok”

You drew him into your chest as you held the back of his head with your hand. He desperately clung onto you and burrowed his face into you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he kept repeating.

You held him tight and ran a hand down his back soothingly, careful of the saber burn near his shoulders. You let him cry into you as you comforted him.

“It’s ok Ani, It’s ok.” You cooed as he began to calm down. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, tilting his face towards yours.

He hesitated before shaking his head. You were too pure to be burdened with his fears. You nodded and continued to hold him, his steel digits grasping at the fabric of your nightgown.

After he calmed down you began to head back to your chair before he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded. “C-could you lay with me?”

Of course you would. You would do anything for this man.

You nodded and hopped in under the covers next to him. You turned on your side to face him, but before you could roll all the way over you felt his tight embrace around you. He breathed you in and sighed into your hair. He felt safe.

“Ani, are you sure you’re alright?” You asked, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were clenched shut, but slowly softened and opened to look at you.

“Now that you’re here, I am.” He said once before closing his eyes again. You rested your head on his broad chest and welcomed his warmth. You felt happy. You provided him comfort and if you couldn’t be his love, at least you could be something to him.

After a while you shifted to having your foreheads touching. He had descended into sleep once more, but he still had a comfortable grip on you. You admired him secretly as you peeped open your eyes. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He was always a beautiful boy, even now just as he was.

Without thinking you tilted up to kiss his forehead. The sensation of his scarred face felt different on your soft lips, but it felt good nonetheless. You felt comforted by his presence. If you could just stay like this forever, playing house in your mind. You wanted this to be your new normal, you wanted-__________________________________________

On the other end of the kiss there was Anakin. He wasn’t fully asleep, he was waiting for the chance to gaze upon your sleeping face. Instead he felt your lips on his face.

Your lips.

He could have melted on the spot. There was such a tenderness to your kiss, he could feel the way your breath hitched once you backed away.

Were you nervous?

No, he’s the nervous one here.

Was it possible that you harbored similar feelings to his own? Could you care for him in the way he did for you?

No.

He couldn’t. He didn’t know if he could open himself up to love again. Yet he heard a small, distant voice in the back of his mind, “Go ahead, let her in, Ani.”

Padme.

She gave him her blessing to move on. She encouraged him to go to you.

He was free.

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(a/n: okok yes comfort overload, but i think i have an idea for the ending. Idk how i’m gonna intertwine it with the cannon end tho :/ ngl, i don’t wanna add luke and leia, but what do u guys think?)