#dreaming's delusions

[dreamingdelusionz]

Some Crowley practice bc I adore this disaster puppy (and haven't really figured out how to draw Aziraphale yet lol)

[qingxin-dream]

“Moonlight Showing”

summary | lyney whisks you away after his performance, wanting to make the most of his last night with his secret lover for awhile. (art credits: @/kiyonvmi on twitter).

warnings | profanity, smut [18+, MDNI], female-bodied reader, exhibitionism/public sex (creampie), a sprinkle of dominance, breeding, honestly fairly vanilla otherwise bc lyney is such a sweetheart, lyney speaks a little french

genre | smut

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lyney x reader

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Long after the crowd had dispersed from the picturesque Opera Epiclese at the close of Lyney and Lynette’s show, the beautiful gardens lie vacant under the moon’s silvery gaze. All the guests and staff had long taken the aqua-bus back to the Court of Fontaine to return home. There was not a soul in sight at this late hour.

However, even as the city sleeps, Coppelius and Coppelia—a mechanical wonder gifted to the Opera by the Fontaine Research Institute—continue their romantic dance in the courtyard. They never failed to captivate any audience as the reflective metal of the star-crossed lovers glimmered under sun or moon, rain or shine.

Atop the many steps leading down to the outdoor stage is a hand-carved throne of stone hidden behind the cypress trees encircling the scene. From afar perhaps it appears that there are indeed still two people lingering from the night’s magical performance, sitting together to admire the lovely dance.

To any innocent passersby, the sight was undoubtedly endearing and romantic. There’s nothing quite like the rush of young love. It was a good thing no one was here to bear witness; and even better that your lover was so cunning and clever, choosing such a secluded spot to have you in his lap.

Lyney’s gloved hands gripped the curve of your waist firmly, the pads of his fingertips digging into your soft flesh as he sinks your hips back down onto his hardened cock with a soft grunt of pleasure. You were forced to hold onto the cool armrests of the throne to keep yourself steady, the unexpectedly cold surface causing your walls to spasm and flutter around him. Groaning lewdly in your ear, Lyney was practically hypnotized by the way the white ring of your essence coated the base of his cock.

Your poor little legs were shaking. You couldn’t count how many times Lyney had made you cum, and yet he was utterly insatiable tonight. The erotic mixture of your fluids lubricated every inch of cock nicely. His smug, seductive laughter was a beautiful soft melody in your ears as the magician teased the tip of his length at your entrance, watching the nuances of your orgasmic expression once more.

With the ends of your sexy little red dress lifted up in his right fist, his other hand smacked your ass loudly. “You wore this on purpose, didn’t you, mon amour?”

A bratty whine rumbled in your throat as he forced you to continue fucking yourself on his throbbing length. You couldn’t possibly muster up a coherent response in your cockdrunk state. Cute little pants adorned the sound of your sex slapping onto his pelvis lightly smeared with your juices.

Lyney yanked you back by the hip to bury his needy cock into you, abruptly pulling the front of your dress down so your breasts spilled out into the open air. He loved feeling the enticing, malleable flesh between his fingers, occasionally pinching your adorable nipples to earn a sweet little moan out of you.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured from behind, taking his thumb under the string of your lacy thong to get an unobstructed view of how your slutty hole gripped and swallowed his cock over and over. Lyney’s voice was deep and honeyed, enough to have you whimpering under your breath in anticipation. “Don’t you cream on my tights now. You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, (Y/N).”

“Mm, mhmm,” you nod obediently, focusing intensely on the sensation of his cock continuously stretching your walls in the most delicious rhythm. You swear he must have memorized the exact spot that drove you wild. “Y-you fuck me… so good…”

“Mon amour, please, you’re doing all the work,” Lyney’s voice resounds lowly into the shell of your ear, smug and soft as velvet. He leans into your neck, nibbling at your sensitive skin. A seductive giggle warms your shoulder and sends shivers prickling down your spine. “Why don’t you let me work my magic, hm?”

You settle yourself completely onto his pretty cock, resting your back gently against his chest. Lyney continues to encourage you with sweet nothings, distracting you with his words of praise while gloved fingers cup underneath your plush thighs and spread your legs. He gently guides your legs apart to set your calves onto the cool armrests on either side of you.

You hear him draw in a sharp breath as your spongy walls suddenly tighten again. “Are you trying to milk me dry, mon cœur?”

“I’m sorry. C-can’t help it,” you mumble, practically a whimper as this position has your cunt clenching down and damn near feeling every curve and contour as Lyney’s cock angles into you from underneath.

He smirked, presenting the pink petals of your wet flower long decorated in cum to the empty gardens of the Opera Epiclese. Though it was just the two of you and the mechanical dancers below, the mere thought of anyone catching a glimpse of how his thick cock split you open was beyond thrilling to Lyney. Call it a showman’s pride in his performance.

And for Archon’s sake, every little bit of movement had you rolling your head back with a litany of soft-spoken profanities and prayers leaving your lips. Yet you found yourself curious, leaning forward slightly, mesmerized by the way he stuffed you nice and tight.

Lyney chuckled, always one to study and revel in his audience’s wonder, and even more so with his secret lover. He drank you in like fine wine, pupils dilating and swirling with endless pool of desire as you struggled to take him like this.

“Give me your fingers, ma chérie,” he asks, though his tone is surprisingly firm. It wasn’t really a question. You reached around your shoulder to offer him a shaky hand, your breath catching as something hot and wet envelopes your index and middle finger. “Touch yourself.”

Heat flushed your cheeks as Lyney’s warm saliva drips from your digits. Parting your folds, you liberally massaged in circles around your clit, already a bit swollen and puffy from your previous lovemaking sessions on the throne. You curse under your breath between moans, reaching further down to trace your fingers at the bottom of his cock and marvel at the way he disappears inside of you.

The magician groans faintly, the brush of your fingers leaving him extra sensitive as you grind your hips into him. His words come out as a desperate whisper in the night air, a plea only your delicate ears are privy to. “H-hah, fuck, it’s so perfect… ‘n’ made for me.”

Lyney’s hands trail down your sides lovingly, making sure you’re well adjusted to his length in this unique position. In the wake of his fleeting touch, he plants featherlight kisses wherever possible on your spine. He presses a final chaste kiss on your shoulder blade before leaning back, cupping the bottom of your thighs to support you.

“Call my name, mon cœur, that’s all I ask,” he groans, thrusting his cock fully into your dripping hole. You cry out, gasping as his tip reaches the deepest part of you and rubs against every lovely ridge of your walls. Lyney hushes your loud moan, not to deter you but rather to comfort you.

Caressing the innermost parts of your thigh, the magician effortlessly holds you from underneath to help you relax around his cock. He can see your back muscles loosen up, and he whispers to you, “Look up—look at the moon—she’s our spotlight, yeah?”

“Keep your pretty eyes on the heavens. I promise I’ll take you there,” Lyney coos, the timbre of his voice laced with longing. You were hopelessly ensnared in his web of passion and temptation, more than willing to submit to his saccharine words and whims. He smiled, praising you as your eyes drifted up to the full moon. “Je t'aime.”

Just as your reply was on the tip of your tongue, the magician squeezed the bottom of your thighs and finally bucked his hips up ruthlessly into your cunt. Despite how much Lyney prepared you for this position, he still stole your breath away. It was all you could do to meet the intensity of his thrusts. “L-Lyney…! Oh my god, fuck… keep going, p-please…”

Your orgasm was already stirring in the depths of your pelvis with Lyney pounding against your G-spot repeatedly without fail. His grip on the flesh of your hips became possessive, a low growl following his rapid thrusts. “Did I say to stop touching yourself? I want you a fucking mess on my cock.”

Apologies weren’t what he wanted. This was the final act of the night before you were to be separated for Archons knows how long. Lyney wasn’t about to waste this precious time without giving you the moon, the stars, and the whole damn universe—rocketing you to your climax after you fingers messily flitted across your clit.

“Lyney! I’m cumming, a-ah!” you nearly screamed in pure ecstasy and amazement, your legs quaking and threatening to collapse onto him. Waves upon waves of pleasure wash over you. You couldn’t believe how he relentlessly fucked your release into your sopping pussy, utterly blissed out and wishing for his seed like a whore.

Coaching you through your strongest orgasm yet, he exhales heavily and clutches you tightly, “That’s it, that’s it. Yeah… Sing for me, mon amour. You feel so, so good.”

Just as your climax reached its crescendo, Lyney’s cock twitched inside you and dribbled cum out of your abused hole when he pulled out. His fingers were buried into your skin, certainly enough to leave a bruise on your hips in the morning. Even though the magician was exhausted after the night’s worth of lovemaking, he spun you around and captured your lips softly—wanting to taste your post-orgasmic pants for air.

“It’s a shame,” Lyney chuckled warmly into your mouth, seemingly unable to detach himself from your decadent lips. “I really liked this dress on you.”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated. my masterlist.

[221bluescarf]

if you *really* want to try and understand psychosis, I always offer the experience of dreaming.

Almost everyone on the planet dreams, and I find it to be a perfect comparison for psychosis... Anything can happen in a dream and you don't question it. This is your reality. If you're suddenly an astronaut, you don't typically question it. If there's suddenly a dragon, you don't typically question it. A monster can crawl out of the bushes or a stranger can appear in your house. Anyone can be someone they're not. Danger can come from anywhere. A pleasant dream can easily become a nightmare.

The only difference is that you wake up in the morning and it's over. And most people don't judge you for it. When you "wake up" from psychosis, there's often shame and people judge you.

[cyberiapinksosa333]

amen.

[uglygirlpretendingtobepretty]

(he doesn't know who I am)

[dwtdog]

I remember some commentary youtuber talking about how people have "Dream delusion" or something like that. They were basically talking about how they keep trying to make Dream some evil mastermind about everything. I was like finally people outside Dream stans finally see how crazy some people are about him.

they're finally understandinf what we've been saying for YEARS maybe life is beautiful

[ditzyteengirl]

[meowmk]

the way this just cleared up my sinuses mark lee i love you

[tigermark]

[9:26 am]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you woke up to jaemin snoring against your chest. he had rolled on top of you in his sleep again. you found it cute that his body was naturally drawn to you, but also slightly annoying that you couldn't get good rest due to this.

"jaem.. wake up.. i can't move.." you said half asleep.

he groaned, doing nothing but turning his head. you moved some hairs away from his face as he woke up more. the first thing he did was lift his head up to get a better view of your face.

"what's wrong?" was all he said when he saw the pout on your face.

"you rolled on top of me," you respond, feeling bad for getting mad.

"oh, sorry for waking you up," he readjusts himself so that hes now fully on top of you. "is this better?"

he ruffles your hair, pressing a small peck to your lips. he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks.

"stop!!" you whine, voice muffled.

he laughs at you, making your face heat up a bit.

"my bad, you're just so cute."

you press a small, joking slap to his cheek. "can i just go back to sleep.." you mumble.

"and leave me here awake? i don't think so, cutie."

you sigh as dramatically as possible before agreeing to stay awake "fine."

he lets out a small giggle, pressing his lips against yours. jaemin's kisses are always life changing. the way his lips drag along yours; guiding you to pure bliss, the taste of his chapstick; overly sweet artificial strawberry, his hand placement; in the perfect spots to drive you absolutely insane. he pulls away, giving you a sweet smile.

"i'm gonna go make some coffee, do you want some?" he asks, fiddling with your fingers.

"sure, but not like yours.. eight shots of espresso is like 7 too many for me."

he tries to hold back a cackle at your words. "i know, i know. and eight isn't even that much... at least it's not double didgets," he defends, putting on a fake pout.

"whatever, just go make the coffee you idiot," you sigh, placing a small smack to his butt.

"hey! if i'm an idiot, i wanna be your idiot. only yours."

"don't worry, i don't think anyone is as stupid as you, jaemin."

[mondaymelon]

me n who ?!?!?!? ME N WHO GUYS ...

picrews: 1 2 3 4

mking silly girlfailure picrews are the only thing saving my sanity which took quite a number of blows today ( its hanging on by the measliest thread but i think its better to consider it go n e )

anyways i wanna make a silly tag game so we are going to make a silly tag game because in the wise words of martin luther king i think wait it was probably gandhi "be the change you wish to see in the world" arent i so cool guys im taking like the first step forward and :stareyes: ahahah

(no pressure) tags !! 🏷️ : @cienxpidity, @ilyuu, @anonbinaryweirdo, @suntoru, @tuesdayberries, @lume-nosity, @mrcrazyvillainvillainn, @ceneid, @amalythea, @xianyoon, @aeon-yao, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @auroratumbles, @snobwaffles, @the-white-void + everyone i probably forgot to tag (SPS IM SORRY) n anyone else whod like to join !!

[dreamingdelusionz]

The master of Earth walked silently through the hall, knowing every floorboard and crack all too well. His weight shifted with each careful movement- one would not think a man of his size could move gracefully. But he was muscular, not fat- and fully in control. Narrowed eyes swept the space around him as he moved, seemingly headed for a goal. His dark skin and clothing help him be even less noticeable.

Suddenly, a door creaked open a few feet away, and the man froze. He listened, carefully. The handle had not moved, leaving the only explanation to be that it had been left open. What he heard next, however, struck fear into the very depth of his soul.

"Cole... COLE!!" A very familiar voice sobbed in despair, and thrashing was heard in the room. That voice.. It sounded so heartbroken and afraid. Old instincts kicked in for the man and he rushed into the room, fully alert and ready. Only... there was no danger to be found.

Jay was curled in a tight ball on his floor, thrashing about and sobbing in his sleep. It became clear to Cole that what he had perceived as danger was only his best friend having a nightmare. The tall man sighed and allowed himself to relax, calming down. It wouldn't be wise to scare the element of Lightning, Cole knew from experience. So instead he sat down beside the other, and was about to speak when Jay cried out again.

“No!! No don't leave me, stay with me please I NEED you!!” His voice was already hoarse from crying in his sleep. Cole leaned down to try and wake him with Jay woke with a scream of terror and heartbreak.

“Woah- easy, firefly..” Cole watched as Jay's eyes found him in the dark, the normally sweet amber eyes filled with tears. “I'm right here, I've got you.”

Jay sat up, one hand held to his chest as he struggled to release his panic and fear. Cole wrapped one strong arm around the slender, shaking man and pulled him close, taking Jay's other hand and pressing it to his own heart.

“See? I'm right here. I'm OK. It was just a dream, my firefly..” Cole whispered, feeling Jay melt into his arms as he calmed from the nightmare. “I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere- I promise.”

Reluctant to let Jay go now, Cole carefully stood, lifting him up into a bridal carry, and taking him to the bed. He then sat down, and tucked Jay in tenderly before lying down beside him. “I'll be right here, he murmured as Jay relaxed and nestled close.

And if the two were found the next morning, wrapped around each other, Jay held securely in Cole's arms? Well, that's their business, isn't it?

[qingxin-dream]

lol i pulled neuvillette and all of his voice lines are obviously about his affinity for water. i just KNOW this man loves eating pussy. but he’s a refined gentleman, he would never let such impure thoughts leave his lips. he wouldn’t dare let his impartiality slip in the confines of the public space.

(art credits: @/waternaeng on twitter)

nsfw utc [18+, MDNI].

instead, when he has you behind closed doors and your legs spread on his desk, he’d pride himself in swirling his skillful tongue around your clit until you cum in his mouth again and again. his deep, velvety voice warmed your folds with his shallow breaths, praising you for allowing him to lap up your essence. to taste you in your most raw and beautiful form.

neuvillette’s piercing, iridescent eyes watched you closely, experimenting with the massage of his tongue deep within your cunt. he could go like this for hours if you let him, eager to see your pretty face contort into a blissed out, orgasmic expression that begged for more. each one enraptured him further, urging him to continue sucking and slurping on your juices. in fact, you were in tears after cumming hard once more, to which he quickly attended to—kissing them away and apologizing for losing his composure.

he would have you an utter mess, hopelessly pleading for his cock in a desperate whimper, before you could convince him to give in. not because he enjoys your pained desperation, but because neuvillette was determined to take his sweet time to ravish you properly. after all, your soft moans should be earned and cherished with the attention and care you deserve.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you with the inevitable stretch as his girth nestled itself in your drenched hole. grunts of pleasure rumbled in neuvillette’s throat, one of his fangs biting his lower lip harshly. you were inexplicably tight, your spongy walls pulsating around his thick cock excitedly.

who knew a little human like you could have him on the brink of unadulterated ecstasy?

[taro-tk22]

Feels great to be an Eloise & Cressida truther and defender since DAY 1 when the trailer and stills dropped. The way they helped each other grow as people, Cressida stopping her gossiping and Eloise basically being MORE mindful of others and less self focused and tried helping Cressida. I also love the fact that even when she was friends with Cressida, she was always trying to be mindful of Penelope (minus that stint where she told everyone that Colin was helping Penelope find a suitor, she apologised and was forgiven).

Eloise definitely had some character growth in the friendship department since her fight with Penelope, in the essence of paying closer attention to her friends (mostly Cressida’s current troubles).

I feel like Eloise really took in what Penelope and her were fighting about last season but since she was and definitely is still upset of what Penelope wrote in Lady Whistledown (for good reason on eloise but an understandable reason for why Penelope did what she did) Eloise definitely took the criticism to heart and is trying to be better and managed to make a genuine friendship with Cressida.

[plastic-pluto]

the writers really said “you know what? let’s unfind this family.” and that is exactly what they fucking did.

[miku-meeku]

[Happy Valentines...slut.]

i love drawing whitney with his bangs up so you can see his mf eyes

...idk why, it makes him.....hm.....seggsy... (delusional)

anws, happy valentines!! <3<3

i stayed up all night finishing this drawing before going to college dies

[ditzyteengirl]

messy french girl