#dreamsire

Old pieces (2023) from a half baked Crimson Peak au I might still revisit with Dream and Desire as Thomas and Lucille Sharpe

Rating Desire’s looks in season 2

The song of Orpheus: OMG my beautiful Black swan arghhhhh

Season of mist: Dat bjtchy evil psycho though

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word. @mephisto-art thank you so much for tagging me 💝

my word was SKIN:

S

Sudden heat. Desire’s lips brush Dream's cheek to his ear and a shudder runs down his back. Recognition whips through him. Things they’ve done with each other. To each other.

All red. All hunger.

The hands behind grab at him, unpetal him from his silks, baring his skin to Desire’s terrible touch.

Want, Desire murmurs at his ear, it’s all you can feel right now. All you desire. Desire is hunger. And hunger is an agony. Their voice deepens. And a pleasure.

K

Know your prey to the bone. Mairon knows Celebrimbor’s scent, his footfall, his blackest cruelest wish—and feels himself seduced by it. He knows how to flatter and challenge. When to feign ignorance, when to grant wisdom, how to wrap his hand around Celebrimbor’s throat.

The rings the rings. The rings.

Many more should follow. These nine for the kings of men, a gift of reverence, binder, to the gratitude of the elves, but deeper, to him. Mairon traces metal and jewels with a blunt fingertip and knows the alchemy, blood-drinker jewel, slow syphoned soul—

Nine kings will be his. The witch first.

(2nd chap of this)

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In his dreams Corinthian licks Morpheus’ eyes, drags his tongue into white, the milky shade that falls over the dead. Dead is the only way Corinthian can love his maker.

N

Noldor prince, grandson of the ill-famed, ill-tempered son of Finwë.

Mairon rises in the guise of Annatar, flesh that before long he will outgrow, and makes his way to the forge.

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TAGS: mlm, nsfw, oc, abuse, dead dove probably, corintheus, dreamsire, oc x canon characters, strong language, emotional manipulation

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Where Desire ends up making a creation akin to Dream to take out their frustrations on yet they find out that Dream has done the same with thee Corinthian. Ps The 2 creations end up running away together once they realize.

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Soft finger pads press against the beautifully dark eyelid, placing another eyelash for good measure

The final little tweak they had to make.

It all had to be perfect and if Desire's memory didn't deceive them, this is /exactly/ how Dream's eyes looked shut.

/Who cares? It was all cosmetic eitherway./

They think as they shake their glowing gold face in order to shake the thought of them staring their brother long enough, to know how each eyelash perfectly crowned his cosmic eyes.

The creation didn't need to blink, nor breathe nor have his meticulously well made-anatomically correct heart- beat. Yet there was something calming about the creation process that made all Endless enjoy adding fun little characteristics to their own.

Plus this one was made with a very particular role in mind- thus why his appearance had to be as close to the real deal as possible without Morpheus himself noticing right away.

The newborn was tall and lanky, his skin pale but still human like. With dark, semi-curly locks that fell effortlessly around his sunken cheeks.

Pretty hung with eyes blue like ice.

Sadly the galaxies their brother was having as eyes would be too much of a giveaway so Desire went with the more human like option to portray this..cold gaze their brother always gave them.

It was attention enough and thus it was good enough for the disgusting desperation Lust would experience at the pit of their stomach everytime they would encounter their brother.

Shaking their head to fend off this trail of thinking Desire unlocked their digits from around their new creation's neck- their mind having gotten the best of them /again/.

Not their fault. This swan like neck, akin to their brother was just /too/ easy to choke.. One could say he was begging for it..

"Ah..~♡"

Desire notes as they pull away from their yet lifeless creation in order to observe their handiwork.

He looked perfect! The only difference between him and Dream were his eyes and hair texture and length. Which was fine with Desire.

Leaning in close to press their barely clothed body onto his naked one, Lust caresses their brother's lookalike cheek and tiptoes to reach his face.

Pulling him close by his waist, they press their flushed red lips against his, breathing life into him for the first time.

Ocean blues shoot open as Desire kept grinding up against their creation, kissing his lips in a way he couldn't help but kiss back- indulging himself on his creator's soft lips.

Clealry he had been made to effortlessly desire the Endless-much like every other creation of Lust.

His pale hands reach up to caress Desire's forearms, trembling slighty since this was the first thing he was touching on his life. Plus it just so happened to be his creator and master, which made a slight shiver of fear and awe course through his newborn body.

The Endless didn't hold back albeit, their golden hands reaching lower to coil around their creation's abdomen and waist, their intent clear with the way they deepened the kiss with their own.

A low moan comes out of the man's maws- his first sound ever uttered being one of pleasure.

Not that it could have been anything else, with the way Desire's hands were on his cock in an instant.

Plus he was way too disoriented to form any words even with the insane amount of knowledge about the lexicon- amongst others- the Endless had planted into him.

"Good~♡.."

Desire whispers between feverish kisses they plant on their new creation.

"At least you work~♡!"

The god adds and pulls away leaving their golden creation wanting more,his body scorching with need and excitement to experience the world around him.

"Do you know why you were made~♡"

Desire asks just to make sure everything was well.

Not that they had ever made an imperfect creation but it wasn't

ever improper to check.

The youth nods, half lidded eyes still full of desire that flushed red on his lower abdomen.

"To be used by you, tend to your every need and bring lust to anyone you command."

He speaks slolwy, like he is still figuring out the words and their meanings altogether.

As he does that, his hands travel atop his body, feeling the well sculpted work of the Endless.

Flat palm caresses his waist and burning abdomen, his breath hitching the moment his fingers brush over his half-hardness with utter /desperation/.

"Good~♡"

Desire flashes a smile and puts their hands together in satisfaction.

That is all he needed to know about his creation for now- the surprise when he will realize what he is actually going to be used for, something Desire was /so/ excited to witness.

"Your name shall be.. Dorik!~♡"

The god exclaims and claps their palms silently keeping their digits close to their deep red lips.

A name used to mock their brother's choice of a favorite creation.

Corinthian...

Why even base your nightmare's name to an architectural time period?

Dorik was the same now. An ode to a laughable choice by the dream king.

"Let's get you prepped up! We have a dinner to attend to!~♡"