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[vex-bittys]

It had been a few weeks since Coriander the corny, Cayenne the King, Clove the Fire ring and Cardamom the Krait had come home with Atlas and the rest of her bitties both Felids and Lamia’s and now they were back for the final members of the team. Both Cayenne the king and Cinnamon the Coral were on the choosing team today, the spicy boys keen on picking the new members with Clove the Fire-ring there to ensure fair consideration for the new lamias. Atlas smiled “Hey vex new year, new friends! The guys and I talked it over and we decided unanimously to get the next three lamia’s a little early so they could spend New Year’s with a forever home! Mind if we browse?” They asked kindly realizing that the holidays were probably just as stressful for shelters as they were for retail shops.

*The time has finally arrived. You are finally going to complete your lamia bittybones adoption spree! The only lamia bitty types that aren't crossed off on your list are Chain, Mamba, and Pygmy. A Pygmy won't be hard to choose since they're all so energetic and cute, but Mambas and Chains can be extremely picky about owners, so you're nervous. Thankfully you've got your King, Coral, and FireRing to help you.

*Taking a deep breath, you step into the shop, relieved to feel a guiding tug on your SOUL. You know this means that a Chain with a compatible SOUL is nearby, so you decide to see where the feeling takes you. Interestingly enough, it takes you to a small, cleared area with a spotlight shining on it. You look around, curious, and see a Chain with a softly glowing SOUL and kind eyelights manning (snaking?) the spotlight. You soon find out why.

*As soon as you and your current lamias are close enough, the "show begins. Apparently some lamias have spent a bit too much time watching anime shows on TV. In the grand tradition of the Ginyu Force or Team Rocket, a pair of iridescent lamias, one Mamba and one Pygmy, make an appearance with creative introductions and a well-choreographed dance. You were not prepared for trouble, but you certainly think it's cute that they've made it double. The Chain even dons a pair of cat ears to assure you that "Meowth, that'ssss right."

*Your King nods at the display. He can appreciate showmanship. Meanwhile, your grumpy little Coral's eyes have lit up at the sight of the glimmering scales on the newcomers. It seems the iridescence has mesmerized him. The Chain slithers over, and you allow the SOULbond to settle as he presents the two smaller lamias with appropriate jazz hands. These three lamias will fit just right in your now-complete family. Hopefully, your Coral can resist the urge to swipe other lamias' scales...

[snarkspawn]

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[designtheendless]

Golden eyed stranger

@erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods requested Dream and Hob concerned about one of Hob’s students dating someone who resembles a certain Endless sibling (Desire)

[sarahscribbles]

Consequences

Summary: Loki gave you one simple order when leaving the palace and now you have to face the consequences of failing to follow it

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 608

Loki Masterlist

“Strip.” 

The command was uttered quietly, simply, floating towards you on the barest hint of a breeze that danced through the night air. It was one that he had given you many times before - one that you had eagerly obeyed many times before - but this time you hesitated. It was something he only ever asked you to do in the warmth of your bedchamber, where the near constant flames of the roaring fire in the grate would lick blissfully around your body to protect you from any stray breeze.  

Tonight, he had taken you out on the balcony in nothing but your flimsy silk nightgown. It was only the middle of Tvimánuður, but already a faint chill could be felt in the air, sending a trail of goosebumps the entire length of your bare arms. You held his gaze silently, though the dangerous glint glimmering in his eyes was quickly melting what remained of your defiance.

“I said strip, darling. I won’t ask a third time,” Loki repeated, taking two quiet steps toward you. Warning radiated from every inch of him, but it only sent a roaring wave of arousal through your core.

You were almost thankful for the cool night breeze that kissed your flaming skin, though you knew Loki did nothing by accident. He had deliberately chosen the balcony for your punishment knowing that the slight bite to the air would make it that small degree worse.

Still, though, you obeyed. 

Periwinkle silk fell from your shoulders to trickle to the floor in a soft, silent ripple, followed quickly by the lacy scraps of your underwear. Loki’s hungry gaze watched your every move, raw hunger and desire clouding his eyes as they drank in your naked body. Even after all these centuries, he still looked at you like it was the first time.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing. “Turn around and put your hands on the balcony.” 

The thundering of your heart almost deafened you and the pure adrenaline shooting through your veins almost had you numb with anticipation. Your hands were clammy and you welcomed the balm of the cool stone against your palms when you turned. 

“What was my one order when I left?” Loki asked once your back was to him, displeasure dripping like honey from his every word

You swallowed thickly. “No orgasms,” you replied, voice low and husky as it hit the night air. 

The soft thud of his boots against the stone signalled his approach, and when he next spoke his voice came from right behind you. “And how many did you have while I was gone, hmm?”

Licking your lips you released a shaky breath, feeling your heart race so furiously that you feared it would leap from your chest. “Six,” you responded.

Loki softly flexed the leather crop in his hands, and your entire body tensed in anticipation. “That’s six orgasms that I didn’t permit, pet,” he eventually purred. “I’m going to give you six strikes for each one,” he paused, “and another six for the six times I’m going to deny you after this.”

A quiet curse fell into the night air, swallowed by the darkness of the palace grounds below, and was followed swiftly by the sharp sting of the crop against your ass, the soft thwack echoing in the quiet. The chill of the night air had settled into your skin, something that only magnified the bite of the leather and made your cry of pain shrill and piercing.

“Count them all, pet, and thank me for each one,” Loki ordered. “One slip and I start again.”

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Oneshot: Desire x Soul Bound Reader

All She Desired

Requested by @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods sorry for the wait! 😅 I hope you enjoy it! I used Desires Greek name in this and also had her refer to the reader as Briar as a sort if pet name. 🥰

TW: fluff, angst, minor depictions of blood and violence, character death

"I can offer you anything you desire." The words were ones they'd said so many times before, it was their job after all, but this time was different. She was different. They meant it this time. Meant it in a way that they hadn't been capable of understanding before. It was terrifying, thrilling and it had them completely at her mercy.

The beautiful woman smiled down at them, tall and muscular with a smile that could capture one's heart in an instant and eyes that could do so in less time. She held Desires hands, encompassing them completely in just one palm. "You are all that I desire, my lovely Epithumia."

Their heart swelled at the sound of their old Greek name rolling off her tongue so easily. Desire flashed her a wide grin, pulling them into her wide chest. "My dear Briar, what a fair creature you are."

Though their soulmate was a warrior in every sense of the word she was so soft, her skin and her touch… It was like being held by a mighty goddess of silk and sunshine. She blushed, nuzzling her head against Desires with a blissful sigh. "Cease your flattery, golden minx, or I'll be forced to toss you over my shoulder and whisky you away!"

"Is that supposed to be a punishment?" They laughed, arching a brow. "If so I'll have to be on my worst behavior."

Briar rolled her eyes and lifted their chin. "You're impossible."

"For you always," Desire replied, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, teasing as they always were, until she pulled them in completely.

It had been nearly a year since Desire had met the woman that now held their heart completely. Nearly a year of passion and love and being absolutely consumed by the sensations they'd never even been able to imagine before. Desire was so accustomed to making others feel these things, lust and love and passion and wanting… They'd never truly understood their function in this dreary universe before, but their thorny and sweet Briar had changed that. She had helped change them.

When Lucifer's demonic messengers had come to Desire asking them to align with the Legions of Hell and the formidable Lightbringer to rise up against Dream and bring their dear brother to his knees once and for all, Desire was surprised to find themselves reluctant. Before it was all they'd ever wanted, to see that self righteous and always stuck up Dream to fall. But now, the offer, one of undeniable violence and bloodshed, held little spark to it. The relationship between Desire and Dream was still nearly nonexistent, but when Briar had been plagued by terrible nightmares it had been Dream that accepted their less than humble request for them to cease. Since then there had been a rare moment of understanding between the two. Desire declined the Morningstar's offer. Declined the very thing that had driven their games and manipulations for eons. They didn't need that anymore, not when they had her.

Desire often watched her train. Her broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat, the muscles of her arms and legs bulging with every dodge and strike and block. Their warrior was a formidable force. It took five grown men to give her even a challenge! Though Desire knew they were stronger than her, they enjoyed letting the beauty manhandle them with those soft hands and enticing grunts. But in truth, Desire's favorite moments were the ones of peace, quiet. They ran their fingers through her hair, her head laying in their lap. Their eyes drank in the heart that stood out against the skin of her wrist, their mark. Hers, a rose, flashed in the corner of their eyes as they continued their light touches.

Desire's mind twisted darkly, a familiar and ugly thought filling their body with a moment of painful dread. You'll only hurt her in the end. It was something Desire feared more than they let on. Old rules and, well, just their nature for consuming things entirely did not bode well for their odd pairing. Briar opened one eye and looked up at her lover with a questioning gaze. "What are you thinking about?"

"The usual debauchery. Why?" They answered, pushing the unpleasant fears away with a grin. "Do you have similar thoughts plaguing that lovely brain of yours?"

She smiled. "You've seemed different. Lighter."

Desire's face scrunched, a hand flying to clutch the pearls that appeared around their neck. "Are you insinuating I was heavy?"

"You know what I mean minx." Briar laughed, running her fingers through their soft hair. "You seem happy."

"I am happy," they admitted. "How could I not be when I've captured the strongest, most beautiful and sensual creature in the world?"

Briar's eyes gleamed as she raised her brows. "You never cease to come up with new titles for yourself."

"I was speaking of you my love."

"Oh!" She feigned shock. "Apologies, dearest, you're just so vocal about how magnificent you are."

Desire held her face in their hands and shook their head. "Don't be cruel, my flower."

"To you, never," she answered. "I am glad you are happy, Epithumia. You deserve it."

"I don't."

Briars hand hit their shoulder, such a blow would have probably taken a normal human out, but Desire just chuckled, rubbing the area lightly. "No fussing now. Just enjoy the moment, my enduring heart."

I enjoy every moment with you, they thought to themselves, closing their eyes and quietly wishing this blissfulness could last forever. Then they had been unaware of just how little time was left.

Blood coated the ground below their feet as they moved through the carnage that had consumed the town. Desire was no stranger to such things, war and violence and death, it was all simply part of humanity. They were, however, new to the fear that settled in their gut as they searched for their lover's silhouette in the rising smoke. "Briar!"

A flash of steel caught their eye just in time for them to step back as the blade came sweeping down towards them. Desire sneered at the demon that welded the weapon and dug their fingers,I told its shoulder, throwing it out of the way. "BRIAR!"

They had to find her… Had to get her out of this place. Desire searched for what felt like hours. They fended off every demon that dared cross their path, searching with an ever growing fear. They heard it before they saw it, steel singing as it sailed through the air, but when the spear should have impaled them it didn't. Instead the sharp point dug into Briars back, the sharpened tip of it sticking slightly out of her chest. Harsh garbled breaths escaped her lips… The lips they'd kissed only a mere few hours ago as she fell to her knees in front of Desire.

"There you are…" She whispered with a weak smile. Her hand cupped their cheek, wiping away tears they hadn't even felt. "I've been looking everywhere for you, my golden minx."

"No…" Desire said quietly, as though the word would have the power to undo what had happened. Their hands steady her as she began to falter. "Why did you do that?!"

"I told you… I was willing to die for you," Briar answered, speaking the words she'd once said, back when they were nothing more than two strangers forced together.

Desire clamped their eyes shut, cursing themselves for not telling her of their true nature. For not warning her of the coming danger, but most of all for not letting her go as they knew they should have from the start. "I do not want you to die. Not ever. Not for me."

Briar chuckled softly. "Look at me. Please, my heart."

Their golden eyes stared down at her as the color of her cheeks began to drain, but even now Briar only smiled. "You have been all I could have ever desired, my love, my Epithumia... All I desired."

Desire held her until the very end, guilt and pain and longing consuming them as Death laid a warm and gentle hand on their shoulder. "I am sorry, sibling. I promise to guide her along her coming journey."

"Don't bother," they whispered, stroking her cheek and placing one last kiss on her lips. "She will insist on doing it in her own way." Their eyes looked down at the rose, now consumed with black veins and then they stood, carrying her body away from the wretched blood soaked earth. Desire found the hilltop where they'd met and buried her there beneath the thicket of roses and thorns, the memory all they had left to comfort them.

Her sword kissed their skin as she held it to their neck. All they could do was grin at her. "What have you done to me, witch?"

"Witch?" They mused. "Quite a formidable title to give a stranger."

"You are no mere stranger. I've seen you change faces, heard you speak in different voices… And now this!" She gestured to her arm.

Desire ignored how they filled with pride and longing at the sight of their mark on her. "It looks lovely on you, even if you are being quite unreasonable."

The woman scoffed. "Is it unreasonable to assume you mean to harm me with whatever this is?"

"Yes." They purred. "I would never hurt a creature as beautiful and strong as you."

Her lashes fluttered, a rosey blush rising to her cheeks and neck. She'd not been expecting such a forward response. "If not to harm me then what is it for?"

Desire shrugged a shoulder. "I suppose the most simple answer would be to bind us… You and I."

Her grip on the sword loosened as she took in their words. Desire hit the blade away, driving it into the rose bushes and watched as this woman… Their soul bound regarded them with an impressed look. "Bind us?"

They pulled her sword from the thorny bush. "No more questions, sweet thing." They handed the weapon back to her with a smile.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"You may call me Epithumia." Desire plucked a flower and held it out to her. "For you, my thorny and beautiful Briar."

[titlemewickedwonderland]

What Do You Truly Desire? (Desire x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Desire of the Endless is used to getting what They want. It comes with the territory; like a spoilt brat of all eternity. But, what happens when the being who prompts the desires of others finds that They are not so immune to the ways of the heart?

Requested: By my lovely Wonderling @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long to create!

~

She was utterly perfect. From the hair of her head that shone like silk in the sunlight to the way her e/c eyes glittered with excitement and mirth. Her smile could light up the room and a presence that made mortal and apparently immortal beings alike yearn to hold close and protect. She just had that effect. So pure, so kind, so utterly fragile in her immortality. She was beautiful; perhaps not in the most modern of ways seen in magazines nowadays but her naturality was a form of beauty on its own no matter how little or a dash of makeup she may wear. No matter what she wore whether baggy clothes that hide her figure or scraps of clothing that made her feel powerful in her femininity. There was just something special, something so bright about her. It made Desire of the Endless sick to Their stomach.

How this particular mortal managed to get in the good graces of not only one but two Endless was beyond Desire's knowledge and They knew practically everything if it had something to do with Their siblings. So when They noticed a mortal hanging around big brother Dream one day Desire thought it would be fun to play around with her a bit; after all, it was in Their job description to cause glorious chaos and it was a double whammy when given the chance to fuck with Dream's plans or personal life. What Desire did not expect though was the response to said chaos that They chose to inflict. Particularly by butting Their heads into Dream's business by drawing up old painful memories of past lovers which was most definitely a touchy subject for the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares.

"Y/n, darling. Has Dream ever told you about his wife?" there was a gleam of mischief in those golden orbs despite the fact Dream's voice went from the faintest of enjoyment at whatever the mortal was saying to him at that moment to colder than subzero in a flash.

Y/n's smiling face slowly turned from excitement to what she was saying moments before to a confused frown as she turned her gaze to the smirking Endless as the platinum blonde sibling of her friend lay lounging on the edge of Dream's throne; such a great offense to the creator of the Dreaming just as much as mentioning such a topic.

But polite and courteous as ever the woman's smile returned with hesitation. "Nope, but if he thought I needed to know about it I'm sure he would have told me already." one of her hands rested on Dream's bicep as if trying to communicate that everything was well and there was in fact no need to smite his sibling where They sat.

"Oh but if you're to be his ally, sweetness. Don't you think you should know everything about him?" Desire was not rebuffed by the brush off and instead dug Their claws in a little deeper if only to see that thunderous expression on the raven's face once more.

Y/n tightened her grip on the soft fabric of Dream's sleeve before letting it go all together and turning to face the blonde. "Desire, you are his guest here in his realm. If you want to start trouble I suggest you do it elsewhere. Dream's business is his own. You have no reason or cause to meddle in it." her voice was a little firmer than before but still otherwise low-spoken as she kept a neutral expression on her face.

Pearly teeth sank into crimson-painted lips before the cat-like figure prowled upright from Their lounging in favor of stalking across the room towards the pair. One hand rose to trace a painted nail along the soft skin of the mortal's cheekbone like a caress of a lover before Dream was pulling her away with a warning look towards his sibling.

"I believe you have overstayed your welcome, Desire. It's time you go back to your own Realm. Y/n and I have to finish conducting our business." The raven's voice was like smooth dark chocolate as endless blue eyes peered in warning into the golden eyes of his family member.

Desire pouted and gave a sigh. "Alright, I can see when I am not wanted. But do come to visit me in my realm dear Y/n/n if my brother's company begins to bore you." with a playful wink the tall figure slunk away leaving the mortal and Endless alone once more.

"That was not fair," Y/n muttered crossing her arms as she frowned at the doorway in which the other had left. "They had no right to even speak about your personal business Dream. I'm sorry for that." her eyes turned to the pale man who was already gazing down at her with a flash of fondness as a small twitch of his lips showed he agreed with her sentiment.

"Desire is the most mischievous of my siblings. Jealousy comes with the territory."

"Jealousy? You think Desire was jealous? Of what?" the girl looked perplexed and almost amused at the very notion.

The raven merely looked away without another word before beckoning her to follow him as he left the throne room in search of his librarian Lucienne and instead picked up a conversation that was so rudely interrupted beforehand; not giving the girl even a hint to what he had meant about his sibling.

~

"Wasn't he such a bore?"

The girl jumped in surprise and spun around tugging the towel higher up her chest. "Desire what the hell?! What are you doing in my house?!"

"He's so fickle and doesn't know how to have fun; not like me." red painted fingernails idly played with the sleeve of the dress hanging on her door frame

"Desire...." the girl huffed and crossed her arms. "What is the meaning of this? I'm trying to get ready to go on a date here!" she tried to keep her cool even when her skin flushed with embarrassment at being dressed in nothing but a flimsy towel in the presence of the embodiment of lust.

Desire was calculating sure but Y/n knew from experience They are ruled by their emotions half the time so unpredictability was something she was used to with Them. The problem was that this was her home; her domain and she shouldn't feel uncomfortable within the walls of her house. Taking a breath and clutching the towel tighter the female squared the other with a stern look.

"Desire, I need to dress. Can you please, give me back my dress and leave?" she asked politely while holding a hand out

The blonde's gaze slowly turned from the dress to the mortal with a thoughtful look on Their face before suddenly They were grabbing the dress off its perch and stalking over with slow predatory steps. They held the dress out with one finger balancing the edge of the hanger but just as Y/n lurched to grab it They allowed the material to fall with a thump to the ground between the pair and the next millisecond the mortal bumped against Their tall frame in an attempt to quickly catch the garment. The Endless did not make a move to grab her but instead allowed their hand to rest lightly along her waist as if steadying her balance. Those pretty eyes open wide in shock like a doe in the headlights of an on-coming car and They reveled in it.

"You know, I could be so much more fun than whatever man you have a date with tonight." Desire's free hand raised to brush wet strands of hair from her face and trace the soft skin of her cheek.

A thrill went through Them as her eyes began to grow hazy and dark with the lust that swam in them. Her breaths were a little choppy as the being tilted Their head down slightly; lips just inches from each other's and the blonde felt a sudden wave of victory at the thought of finally being able to corrupt the otherwise untouchable mortal but just as They thought They had her in Their clutches her hands raised to press against Their white-suited chest and pushed away slightly.

"What's all this about Desire?" her voice was soft in that same unjudgemental way she was so recognized for.

Those damned eyes clear now and searching the Other's face intently. Desire's lip curled slightly in disgust as They realized Their plan had not pulled through and They stepped back but not far as the mortal's hand fisted into Their suit jacket to hold them in place; a harder look of sternness etching around her lips.

"You're not running away this time Desire, you started this. I'm getting to the bottom of this," she warned

"Finish what pet? There is nothing here to finish."

"Bullshit."

The expletive caused a sharp brow to raise as Desire had never once heard her curse before. Perhaps miss innocent was not so pure after all. As the being stepped away from the girl she allowed it and instead turned towards her dresser to grab some clothing to throw on. She quickly dawned some undergarments, fuzzy pajama pants, and an oversized T-shirt that was her dad's once upon a time before she was spinning on her heels and pointing to the bed.

"We are getting to the bottom of whatever it is that's bothering you. I know you don't talk to anyone but Despair and that is not fair. Despair may be many things but she is the best at giving advice let alone comfort. So sit your pretty ass down and we're going to hash this out."

There was something so endearing yet shocking about the way the mortal ordered the Endless around. As if there was no fear of Desire smiting her down where she stood. They were not vengeful or petty like Their big brother Dream. They also had nothing better to do other than bother Y/n tonight so thus They indulged her by placing Their weight into the mattress of her queen-sized bed with its fluffy comforter in the most disgusting innocent shade of f/c Desire had ever seen before turning Their gaze to the girl as she placed herself down beside Them and leaned back on her pillow.

"Is this what you mortals call girl talk?" those golden orbs sparkled with teasing mirth as the pair sat shoulder to shoulder in the room as the sound of whatever her phone was playing in the background being the only sound besides their silence.

"So, desire can be more than just the definition of a word in a dictionary. I've come to realize that the more I spend time around you and your siblings. But that is not what makes up the whole of your being. There is so much more to you than lust or the need for something they know they cannot have." Y/n ignored the other's words before she bumped her shoulder with Theirs.

"Has anyone ever asked what you want in life? Duty is not everything that makes up for those like you. You and your siblings deserve happiness. Dream knew that over the centuries of lovers, Death found her happiness and peace within the lives of others through daily interaction. I don't know about Despair because frankly she sort of makes me sad. But, you Desire. There is so much room for you to grow. You've taken it upon yourself of duty that you don't allow yourself to live." the girl tipped her head into the other's view. Her eyes were soft and searching as she lightly placed a hand on Their arm.

"What do you desire most in life?"

The Endless sat in silence staring at the other. The mortal was right, it had been many many centuries since They had someone unbias to speak with that did not see them for what they were but what they could be like this mortal did; her question of what They truly desired hung heavy in Their mind. They did not think of such a question before to Their knowledge; always thinking and focusing on the mortals They rule and tease that They Themselves never stopped to think about what They wanted out of life that would promise many many more centuries as long as the universe lived.

"Perhaps, you were right to think that I was jealous of my big brother." a frown painted on Their lips. "I am not my sister with her easy way and kind heart. Nor am I my big brother whose heart he had allowed to open to others and further experience the pain of rejection or betrayal. I have no one and perhaps that is what made me so bitter. I have often thought mortality was filled with the desires, lusts, and ambition of mortals just trying to find their next big break. To look at those shaded my eyes to those who were so selflessly humble until you came along..."

Y/n studied Desire's side profile thoughtfully before she reached up to wrap her fingers lightly on the back of their neck; to sift her fingers through the gelled back platinum strands at the nape of Their neck briefly in the butterfly feather-like touch before she put pressure to guide Them to lean down and rest Their head against her shoulder. Forcing Them to bend and readjust themselves to lay on Their side and pressed Their cheek to her shoulder; the scent of their body wash and shampoo was oddly comforting but They kept Their body stiff as They lay there unsure of what to do or if this was okay.

She knew Desire was not used to the innocent touch of another. She knew They did not know how to take things slow and appreciate the moment; or to allow another being whether mortal or immortal into Their space to comfort Them. But she also knew that if she could win Dream over and soften his cold exterior she could do the same for Desire without even wanting anything in return. She knew what it felt like to be left alone or betrayed by those one could call friends. To be used and to be forced to play a role that simply was not her; because of this she wholeheartedly opened herself up to others to allow them to feel the warmth they otherwise may have been lacking and yearning for...even if it meant doing to same to the god of desire Themselves.

The mortal did not speak after Desire's words trailed off into the silence of the room; her phone had fallen asleep a little while ago but Desire found that They did not mind the silence or the fact that They were filled with the warmth of another wrapping around them and innocent hands not expecting anything in return caressing Their head like the love of a mother as Y/n's fingers sifted through the platinum strands. Desire could not find it in Themselves to care that she was messing and displacing Their hair.

"There is no shame in yearning for a platonic connection with another living soul Desire." finally the girl spoke up with a tone which was a gentle coo as she wrapped her other arm around Them and pressed Them close; allowing Their head to rest on her chest. The steady beat of her heart resting against Their ear and Their breath subconsciously leveling out to match hers as she continued to pet the god's hair.

"You are a witch." there was a groggy undertone to Desire's voice as They grumbled; nuzzling against her collarbone like a cat.

She laughed then and looked down to find that They had fallen asleep; Their expression was peaceful and almost childlike as They slumbered. When she looked up she found Dream standing at the foot of her bed gazing down at them. She gave a teasing smile and winked.

"I told you I had the special touch." she patted the spare space on her bed with a grin. "Now pay up mister."

Dream scoffed with a roll of his eyes as he looked away and Y/n sighed resting her head back against Desire's. "That's fine, I'll collect payment later then," she replied softly as she closed her eyes preparing to take a well-deserved nap. "The least you can do is send happy dreams this time. I rather not beat Corinthian back with a broomstick again. That was just embarrassing for him."

There was silence after that and Yn thought the dream king had left her alone. But then, a weight landed on the free space beside her on the bed and she kept her eyes closed even when the soft but heavy weight of the fluffy feline curled up against her side. Her lips curled up into a soft smile as one hand left Desire's shoulder and rested instead on the large fluffy head tucked against her stomach and gently rubbed between Dream cat's ears. Because her eyes her closed she sensed it more than she saw it when Desire's hand left its tucked position against her other side to drape across her stomach in favor of grasping the soft fur of the feline's side like a young child holding onto a teddy bear at night. The mortal smiled contently and sighed allowing the warmth of the bodies pressed against her to lull her into a sweet dream even when she knew when she woke up she would be alone in her bed. That's okay, She would have plenty more opportunities to spend time with her Beings of the Endless.

[why-what-no]

To Be With You

Pairing: Glorfindel x Genderfluid Reborn Human!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Notes: I’m not Genderfluid, and neither are any people that Im close enough with to ask for writing advice, so fingers crossed I got this right. Also, this was requested to be fluffy and it ended up being a little angsty, so hopefully the person who requested it still likes it :)

Requested by: @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods

It was infuriating, (Y/N) had decided. Watching Glorfindel as he trained. There was a special kind of envy in them as they watched the elf who was so similar to them and yet so unlike them at the same time.

Mithrandir had brought them to Rivendell only a few months previously, having searched for them for a while. (Y/N) had been a reborn human, given another chance by the Valar for a reason that they didn't quite understand. So, in lieu of any real answers, the wizard had the idea to bring them to Rivendell. After all, the Elven haven had Glorfindel, who had been reborn just like them.

Only he hadn't been just like them. That became clear as soon as they met him.

Glorfindel was a perfect encapsulation of an elf. Tall and beautiful, deadly in a fight and intelligence beyond the average human. Golden hair and bright eyes that could charm the average human (or elf, for that matter), in seconds.

But (Y/N) only wanted to avoid him, despite Glorfindel doing his best to be kind to the human.

He understood what it was like to be thrown into a completely changed world than the world that they had been born to. Both of them having died in the first age - although in entirely different locations - because of the forces of Morgoth.

Spotting the human watching him, he nodded to them from across the field. As expected, though, they didn't respond. They just left. He tried not to feel offense at that. He had hoped to come to some understanding, or some friendship with them when he had learned of their existence, but that didn't seem to be what they wanted.

That's what he assumed, until that night came.

***

Nightmares plagued Glorfindel's sleep, just as they had since he had been brought back. At times it felt like a fair deal, his life in exchange of nights of torment. At times, like when he woke up and the faces of those he lost were still imprinted in his mind, it didn't feel like he deserved to be breathing living air.

Getting out of bed, he got dressed and stepped outside. The cool spring air was calming on his mind and began to feel himself breath normally again.

But his attempts at relief were interrupted by the sight of only human living in the city. (Y/N) was sitting at a bench, looking out at the waterfall near the haven. The moonlight shone across their face, and Glorfindel had to admit how lovely they looked.

He wasn't used to finding humans attractive, having lived with his fellow elves his whole life. But there was a uniqueness to human faces, an interesting intrigue that made him want to keep looking at (Y/N).

"I did not expect you to be awake so late." He called out, feeling slightly apologetic when the human flinched a bit. Part of Glorfindel expected them to leave upon noticing him, but they seemed to relax a bit when they realized it was just him. Their eyes were still narrowed, however. Eyes with dark bags under them.

"I couldn't sleep." They responded shortly. "Nightmares. Why are you awake?"

Glorfindel nearly lied to them, a habit he had developed when he got questions like that. He was a soldier, a warrior. Nightmares were not exactly respectable for a man of his station. But (Y/N) had the same trouble, and they deserved his honesty. "Nightmares as well. Of the First Age. Of my death."

"Yeah. For myself as well." They chuckled, but there was no joy in their voice.

"I suppose it is a natural response to what we have experienced." He mused, sitting down beside them. Always the wise elf. "We are similar in that aspect." 

(Y/N) scoffed at that. 

"You disagree?" He cocked his head, trying to understand this human. 

They shook their head. "No, no. I just..." (Y/N) looked up, trying to figure out how to explain. "It's different for me. We both came back, sure. But you came back to people who knew of you, to a purpose. Everyone I know is dead." They picked at their nails, voice cracking. "I don't even know why I'm still alive." 

Even when (Y/N) was growing up, they had always been strange to the people around then. Their connection with gender was... murky and switched every once in a while. When they were younger, one month they'd want to be a princess or rescued maiden, the next they would want to be a king or a soldier. Some days - such as now - they'd feel like neither man nor woman. 

Their parents didn't understand, but when (Y/N)'s sword training began to help their town when orcs began to try and invade, they completely accepted their child. 

Elves understood them better, to (Y/N)'s surprise. Being eerily good at telling what they would like to be referred to each day. Almost like they were peering into (Y/N)'s soul. But now (Y/N) wasn't strange because of their gender, but it was because of the thousands of years that they had been dead. 

"I am sorry for your loss." Glorfindel said, genuinely looking pained for them. "If I may ask... is that why you had been avoiding me?" 

(Y/N) nodded. "It's mainly jealousy." They admitted, a wry and self deprecating smile on their face. "You came back to create a new life, a new purpose. And I..." 

"Perhaps your purpose was to be here. With me." It made more sense to Glorfindel than he could explain. He felt it in his soul, not his mind. "To meet me." 

"I know you probably don't remember this, but we've met before. In the First Age"

"Truly?" Glorfindel obviously didn't remember. 

"You came to my town once, with other soldiers. Offering allyship. I was one of many soldiers."

(Y/N) had thought he had been a Valar when they first saw him. They thought he had been the most beautiful creature that they had ever seen. In fact, he still was. 

He tried to think back to that time. He remembered all the towns they visited, but... "I am sad that I do not remember you (Y/N). Perhaps if we had been friends during the war, things would have turned out different for us." 

The elven warrior smiled softly, taking their hand in his. " Perhaps we can be friends now?" His smile grew bigger when (Y/N) nodded, their gaze softening when they looked at him. 

He liked it when they looked at him like that. Gently, without hesitation or suspicion. It send a flutter through his heart. His thoughts were... 

"Maybe you're right." (Y/N) interrupted his thoughts. "Maybe I am meant to be here with you."  

He knew it had to be a mistake to think of a human in a way - even potentially - that was more than friendship. But simply because of their shared experiences, they knew him better that anyone. Had a connection with him unlike any that he thought existed. And he truly did think that (Y/N)'s reason for returning had something to do with how he felt when they looked at him. 

"I hope I am right." Was all he said.

Taglist: @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93

[just-french-me-up]

As Tantalus Reaches for the Apple

Fandom : The Sandman Pairings : Dream of the Endless x Hob Gadling | Desire of the Endless x Nameless Lover Rating : G / T | Pining | Angst | Family | Hurt and Comfort Author's note : We're going by Nada rules : if an Endless gets too intimate with a mortal, the Universe rules dictate ruin shall befall said mortal Summary : Endless beings and mortals are not meant to be together, such are the laws of the Universe. As the pain of it becomes too much to bear, Desire reluctantly confides in their brother, who is well-versed in this bittersweet agony. Requested by @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods

The New Inn is abuzz that night, the atmosphere warm, filled with patrons' laughter and clinking sounds of glasses. Dream of the Endless pays it no mind.

There always seems to be a seat for him at the pub, no matter how popular and crowded it is. Always the same, waiting for him, for them, to resume the conversation where they left it. As though the space has been carved there for them only, invisible to other eyes but their own.

Dream is early. It is the least he can do, after being thirty years late, though through no fault of his own. Still, it only seems fair. Hob Gadling will arrive in a few minutes, he knows it. Perhaps, he thinks, he's looking forward to it as much as he is.

A hundred years is too long a time, they decided last time they met. The 21st century is a roaring, ever changing beast, and if Dream wishes to hear an accurate account of Hob's experience, they ought to meet more frequently. Once a year is what they settled on. A radical change, but only one amongst many, these days. A welcome one, if anything.

As he waits, Dream looks around him, detailing the new host of their reunions. It almost feels a little too clean, the New Inn. It bears none of the history the White Horse had, but it will do. Perhaps in two, three centuries it will develop a charm of its own. Three hundred meetings, he thinks. How delightfully strange.

Lost in thought, the dragging of a chair against the wood floor startles him. Where he expects to meet brown eyes, he finds golden ones, and an unsettlingly sharp, deep red smile.

"Is this seat taken?"

Desire stares down at him, their wolfish grin ever wider. Dream frowns, going quickly from confused to annoyed.

"Very much so."

It does not matter. Desire is already pulling the chair, ignoring him.

"Desire, do not-"

They are sat before the protestation leaves his lips. They lean over the table, feigning to take an interest in the chalk board hanging on the wall. Dream observes them, his jaw tight.

"So this is where you meet your little boyfriend every hundred years, then," Desire says, looking around them. "It's... quaint."

Dream knows better than to be baiting by their sibling into an argument. Eons of practice have turned ignoring their comments into an artform. His eyes go from Desire to the door. Hob could walk in any second. What would he think, seeing him sitting with someone else?

"Desire, I am not in a gaming mood."

"Too bad, I, for one, am in excellent spirits! So, what will you have? Chablis? Bordeaux?"

The prospect of having Hob Gadling and his sibling meet is not a charming one. It resembles more a nightmare than anything else, without the sweet release of dawn. Dream's eyes detail his sibling's attire, from the deep burgundy suit they're wearing to the long gold necklace hanging around their neck, falling on their shirt-free chest. Did they choose it on purpose?

"I thought I made myself clear," Dream warns, his voice low yet threatening. "Mess with me or-"

"Yeah, yeah," Desire waves their hand at him, dismissing his words. "Mess with me and mine again, yada yada yada. I heard you the first time, brother. As fun as it would be, I have business of my own here."

Dream quirks an eyebrow, taken aback by the admission. Desire prefers conducting their business in darker places than this one, he knows that. Night clubs. Pleasure houses. Casinos. Alleyways. They did not choose the location, he understands.

"You too are waiting for someone."

"Please. People wait for me, not the other way around."

Dream doesn't insist. He doesn't need to. They way Desire looks around the pub, studying the faces around them is enough. He knows that look. He has seen it before. Felt it before.

A beeping sound rises from Desire's seat. They pull out a phone from their pocket, a gaudy thing, and their smile widens once more. Dream looks on, his eyes locked on the device.

"Why do you have one of those?"

"I keep up with the times, Dream. Some of us didn't spend the last century locked up in a basement."

The blow is cheap, designed to cut deep, but Dream doesn't let it. They're deflecting his curiosity more than anything. In spite of their mutual distaste, he can read his sibling as well as if they had their own book in the Library of the Dreaming.

The bell above the front door rings. Alert, Dream looks up. On the threshold, Hob Gadling is removing his snow-freckled scarf and gloves, his eyes already looking for him.

"That's my cue," Desire croons, sliding off the chair like a feline on the hunt.

Hob has found them by the time Desire is standing by the table. His eyes go from Dream to Desire, giving a quizzical look to the former.

"Pleased to meet you, Hob Gadling," they purr, brushing a few snow flakes off Hob's shirt, much to Hob's bewilderment. And Dream's annoyance. "Enjoy your night."

Hob barely has time to open his mouth that Desire is gone, their silhouette disappearing amongst other patrons to the other side of the pub. A frown settles on Hob's brow. There are still a few drops of snow clinging to his hair. From where Dream is sitting, Hob Gadling looks like he has been crowned with little white stars.

"So... Who was that?"

"An endless headache of mine. Please, sit."

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The New Inn is calmer now. The roaring crowd has left, either home or to another establishment. The bartenders are stacking up chairs here and there, cleaning the bar. Hob Gadling is gone, too. Something about an early lecture he is schedule to give in the morning. There was something in his eyes as he talked about it earlier. Something Dream will keep with him for the next 365 days.

As he readies himself to leave, he notices a familiar shape leaning over the counter. Hands in his pockets, Dream takes slow, measured steps towards it.

"You are still here."

"Astute observation, brother. Keen eyes you've got there."

Desire is holding a glass of whiskey, taking occasional sips from it. Not their drink of choice. Whiskey is for foul moods. Enough family dinners taught him that. He could almost feel the bitterness on their tongue.

"I take it your business did not go as intended."

A cynical huff blows mist over the whiskey glass.

"Oh, my business went just fine. Splendidly, even. That's the damn thing about it."

Dream stands beside them, studying them. Gone is their mischievous energy. It almost feels strange, seeing them like this.

"How do you do it?" they spat out, closer to a reproach than a question.

"How do I do what, sibling?"

"This."

They gesture vaguely at the room, the ice cubes clinking in their glass.

"Silly humans and their silly lives. Frail. Fragile. How can you bear burning for one of them, knowing you'll ruin them the moment you touch?"

"I am not certain to follow."

"Oh please, let's not pretend you drag yourself here every hundred years out of curiosity. I can feel your stupid longing from here to the Threshold. It's unbearable."

There is nothing to answer. Saying anything in response would be an admission.

"The Universe is a cruel master. We must all abide by its rules, as rigid as they are."

There is a kinship there. A shared burden. Desire is the last person he thought he would share it with, and yet here they are.

"I am sorry, my sibling. It must be agony."

"What is?"

"To burn from the only desire you can not indulge in."

Desire looks away, taking a swing out of their glass.

"It's not a burn, it's a torment. A sick joke the Universe plays on us."

Their voice is a tune Dream recognises well. Where Desire lurks, their twin is never far. Perhaps Desire is not used to tasting Despair's poison for themself.

"Despair could perhaps rid you of this torment." The softness of his tone surprises them both. "If it is too much to bear. Remove the pain and keep but the infatuation."

Desire seems to ponder on the suggestion, their glass pressed against their cheek, but eventually shakes their head.

"No. T'would cheapen it."

"It was no twist of fate that you and your sister were interwined, even at birth. Perhaps to love is to suffer, or accepting the possibility of it. Perhaps love only rings true if losing it would break us."

They nod faintly, glancing up at him.

"Is that what you tell yourself when you look at your human like he's the sun? That the pain is worth it?"

The corners of his lips twitch into the hint of a smile. He can bear the mockery for tonight. Tomorrow they will both go back to contempt, but tonight is a time for commiseration.

"It might take a hundred years for the pain to subside. But yes."

It takes but a single glance to reignite it, once a century. Once a year, now. He has grown used to it after six hundred years. Despair's poison in a constant acrid taste in his mouth, but it is an acquired one.

"They don't have a hundred years," Desire mumbles grimly, before finishing the rest of their drink in a single gulp.

The harsh truth sits between them, dividing them once more. Perhaps the Universe made its rules to keep them both, Endless and mortals, from hurting each other. Mortals from the sheer power of their beings, and Endless from the brevity of their existence.

"I must leave you, my sibling," Dream says after a moment of silence. "The Dreaming awaits me."

Desire nods, their eyes fixed on an invisible point ahead, away from him.

"I do hope you will find a way to love them anyway," he offers tentatively. "In spite of the pain."

"So do I, Dream, so do I."

"Farewell, Desire."

"Goodnight brother. Hope the bed bugs bite."

For a second, their melancholy disappears beneath the veneer of their usual self. They give him a small smile and a wink, raising their empty glass in his direction. Dream smiles back, a quiet, compassionate smile, before the New Inn is blurred is a gust of sand.

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Desire dreams, that night. Tumultuous dreams of meeting lips, tangled limbs and burning skin. So does the object of all their forbidden desires. As they wake, they can almost still feel the touch of the other lingering over their bodies.

Hob Gadling dreams, too. He is back at the White Horse, in 1789, save for the much comfortable addition of armchairs. Dream is sitting beside him, much like he did, all those years ago.

"I am afraid once a year won't be sufficient. We still have much to discuss, Hob Gadling."

[kirchefuchs]

I was asked to make some more Sandman Discord emotes, so I guess this is my purpose now :/

Anyways, I made the Hob one by request of my sister @pennylaneforthoughts

And the Desire one by request of @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods

And of course anyone else can steal them for their own servers too, I have no qualms with that :)

[vex-bittys]

It had been enough time since she last visited Vex Bitty adoptions. Cinnamon and Saffron were now settled with their own nesting sites and had expressed the desire to get more friends. Atlas was now walking to Vex bitty shop with all her current bitties in tow. Her Felids were settled into a comfy bag happily chatting and having a flexing contest. She was flanked by both Nutmeg the Papy and Saffron the honey bo. Each holding one of her hands as Cinnamon the spicy little Coral napped in her hood curled around her neck like a sneklace. Without hesitation she opened the shop door ready for her new friends. She calmly moved to the counter and smiled “Hi there Vex it’s me again. Just coming in with the gang for some new friends. I’m looking for a corny, a king, a krait and a Firering today. I’m fully brushed up on my sign language and ready for my new friends.”

*It is very important to you to allow your Honey Bo and Coral to help select the new members of the family since they need to feel comfortable with these new lamias. You’re still chatting with Vex about the new lamias you’d like to add to your family when a Corny drops from the ceiling with a plop! A piece of duct tape is still stuck to his middle. Thankfully, Nutmeg the Papython prevents disaster by catching the Corny, but no explanation is ever forthcoming about why exactly the Corny was taped to the ceiling to begin with. Instead, he just grins lazily and apologizing for “dropping in.” Your other two lamias snort at the pun, so you consider the Corny selection a success.

*Your Felids are practically vibrating with excitement to meet a King, so you decide to stop at the King nesting area next. You watch as the Kings flare their hoods, bow, and begin their displays. Not to be outdone, your Felids hop out of their carrying bag to join in on the flexing and showing off. You notice that the King you’ve been eyeing (he’s so strong and handsome!) seems particularly enamored with the Felids. His eyes are sparkling with joy at their antics. You mentally check the King off of your list of adoptions as he helps you corral your rambunctious Felids back into their bag.

*Next, you’re looking for a Krait and FireRing, and from what Vex has told you, it’s easy to find these lamias already paired up. Your Papython is preoccupied with carrying the Corny who is exchanging jokes with Saffron the Honey Bo, but Cinnamon the sassy Coral is paying very close attention to the Kraits and FireRings as you approach them. A FireRing approaches you with a whiteboard, but when you introduce yourself in sign language his flames crackle with joy. Cinnamon watches the silent conversation before waving for attention and very slowly spelling out his own name, followed by a rather crude sign language gesture. 

*You didn’t know that Cinnamon had learned a bit of sign language, and you’re proud of him, although maybe not quite proud of the fact that he has to include that particular gesture with his name. The FireRing doesn’t miss a beat, signing a friendly hello to Cinnamon, including the added the sign at the end of his name. The Krait with the FireRing waves shyly at your Coral, who nods in acknowledgement. Then Cinnamon does something very interesting.

*Cinnamon the Coral slither down from your hood to the front pocket of your hoodie. Staring directly at the Krait, he pushes the pocket open wide. You’re still conversing in sign language with the FireRing, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as the Krait sneakily slithers into the offered pocket. Cinnamon then returns to his lofty personal perch in your hood. The FireRings flames dance with amusement as you help him join his friend in the hoodie pocket.

*Stage 2 complete!

[vex-bittys]

The bell rings as Erynion aka Atlas steps back into Vex’ Lamia and Felids adoption Center.

“Okay your fine this is fine…You’ve done the research you know what your looking for, just go in there.” They muttered psyching themselves up. They had Felids sure but today they were adopting their first lamia friends. They were looking for a Papython, a Honey Bo and a Coral today. The fidget toy in their pocket clicked as they were using it to try and calm themselves down. They had the house space now and they really wanted this to work but they worried maybe their swearing might be to much for a Papython to like them. What if none of the Corals liked them or the Honey Bo didn’t like their taste in music. All these thoughts ran through their head as They stood frozen in the door way for several minutes lost in thought unable to take a step forward.

*It’s time for wave one of your plan to adopt one of each lamia. You want to get the lamias who need the most time to get comfortable in the home (Coral and Honey Bo) along with a sweet, friendly lamia (a Papython) to help them acclimate and feel comfortable. You just wish you weren’t so anxious. It shouldn’t be this nerve-wracking to adopt  few skele-sneks!

*Sensing your anxiety, a Papython slithers over. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle pat, asking if he can help you find the lamias that you want to adopt. You can feel his positive aura, and it’s a nice feeling. Maybe this ordeal won’t be so bad. When you explain that you’d like a Papython (namely him since he’s clearly a sweetie), he blushes happily and nods. You tell him about adopting a Coral and a Honey Bo as well.

*The Papython leads you to the Honey Bos, dropping you off while he slithers away to track down a suitable Coral to go into a large home. The Honey Bos all seems pre-occupied with music, snacks, or naps, and you don’t want to bother them, so you shuffle awkwardly near their nesting area. Thankfully, Honey Bos are very perceptive, and it doesn’t take long for one to come over to help calm your anxiety. He offers you an earbud, showing you a playlist of soothing music. You pop one earbud in and he uses the other, leaning casually against you while the music plays. Little by little, more of your tension melts away,

*The Papython arrives moments later, carrying a Coral. You can’t see the little guy’s face because he has his hood pulled over it, probably trying to hide the right red blush (and failing). The Papython and Honey Bo make eyelight contact and nod at each other as the Coral is deposited into your lap. The striped lamia pouts and grumbles, but he doesn’t leave. After the Papython settles on your other side and the Honey Bo relaxes back into the music, the Coral picks up your hand and plops it firmly upon his hood-covered skull. You pet him obediently.

*There’s just one more thing that you need to check. You ask the three lamias if they are ok with an adopter who swears a lot. The Papython shrugs, but the Coral straightens up and opens his mouth to proudly utter the best swears he knows! The Honey Bo falls over laughing, and you take all three answers as a yes.

[vex-bittys]

What would you suggest if I’d like to adopt one of every type of Lamia?

*If you’re adopting one of every type of lamia, I recommend doing it in batches. I know you’ve sent some adoption asks so I can space them out, and we’ve discussed it through messages, but here are the adoption steps I recommend):

First wave: Papython, Honey Bo, Coral

*Honey Bo and Coral both need private nesting areas to feel secure and happy in the home. Corals especially prefer to be original members of the bitty family so that they don’t worry about not being accepted. Honey Bos and Corals get along well because Honey Bos are able to figure out a Coral’s moods better than any other lamia. Papythons are friendly and helpful and can make sure everyone gets settled in well.

Second wave: Corny, Krait, FireRing, and King

*Krait and FireRing need to be settled in a bit before the more energetic lamias arrive. Shy Kraits enjoy being adopted with their FireRing friends, and they can help facilitate communication between FireRings and humans. Cornies prefer to come home separately from the energetic lamias because seeing a Pygmy zoom makes them need a restorative nap. Bringing a King home separate from a Mamba will keep them from competing too fiercely with each other.

Third wave: Pygmy, Chain, and Mamba

*Mambas and Pygmies get along surprisingly well. They both have tons of energy, but a Pygmy will gladly defer to a Mamba to avoid causing conflict. Getting a Chain alongside a Mamba will help keep the Mamba calm. Chains provide Mambas with the extra attention that they need when in a large family. Mambas want to be the center of attention, but it isn’t always possible, and a Chain will smooth that over.

[sarahscribbles]

Can you write more fics with Loki using nipple clamps? That would be cool to see in your Thing!

Hi, love! I didn't write this as part of my Christmas fics, but I have completed a short little drabble for @gigglingtigger's Wanksgiving!

I hope you enjoy it!

w/c: 213 (I will happily take the spankings from Loki!

“You said you were aching for release, pet, yet you’ve barely moved,” Loki purred from where he rested above you on the bed, his green eyes alight and dancing with mischief. “I’ve even made it easy for you tonight.” 

With the soft leather ball tied snugly between your lips, the colourful curse you bestowed on him was nothing more than a incoherant mess of sounds, mingling in the air with the furious buzzing of the wand that rested on the floor between your spread legs. 

“All you have to do is lower yourself onto the wand. No tricks,” he continued, flicking the little remote to increase the intensity of the vibrations and tempt you with an epic release, one that would have you see entire galaxies exploding behind your eyes in its wake. 

You shifted on the floor, the small action enough to pull on the clamps he had attached to your nipples - though not before ensuring the little screws were turned as tight as they could go - and wrapped around the wooden beam at the bottom of the bed, effectively securing you upright on your knees. 

“No?” he said simply, mockery heavy on the single word as the switched the wand off. “As you wish, pet. Maybe two more weeks will motivate you.”

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[titlemewickedwonderland]

I Was The First (Matthew the Raven x Raven!Reader)

Summary: Being Dream of the Endless raven could be a blessing or a curse depending on how you look at things. But even Dream often forgets that his ravens were once human too. So what happens when his newest raven Matthew gets a little too overwhelmed in the presence of his new master? An old friend comes to visit to set things straight.

Pairing: Platonic relationship between Matthew the Raven and Raven!Reader

Inspired by @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods

Auth. Note: Shorter than what I normally do and has a bit of a twisted end but I hope it's still good! Did not proofread this sucker because I did it like at 1 a.m. so forgive any mistakes.

Walking inside The Dreaming would be akin to walking into paradise. Quite literally walking into a dream. With its grand gates of ivory carved to perfection telling a story within its engravings to beyond once those large gates open to allow entry into the Dreaming itself. Lush grasses, plants of exotic beauty, and the simplest of comforts all around with paths traveling to destinations filled with adventure and wonder. The large arch of the stone bridge held up in the palms of two large stone hands reaching from the river below is a magnificent way to enter the castle in which the King of Dreams and some of his most loyal subjects and servants are free to come and go as they see fit; guarded by gargoyles and dragons made of stone above its door. The Dreaming is what people could dream of when they think of faraway lands and places they could call home.

Until it was no longer home for those servants and subjects. A place where no dreamer would care to enter as the beauty bled as if leaking its essence from the world; causing it to crumble and decay slowly and painfully until barely anything was left. It no longer was home but a graveyard as its master sat trapped within the Waking World unable to come home to sustain its life force. The colors bled, the foilage died, the dreaming stopped, and the world's happiness vanished until nothing and nobody but a scarce few still stuck around.

Matthew would have loved this place if he had seen it before its downfall. But he had not been around when it happened and only managed to see the now that was its skeletal remains. He did not know what he had been thinking about accepting the assignment from a stranger. One day he was human; a washed-out detective with regrets and drinking his life away after his love...his life got taken from him. He was not a religious person. Nor did he believe in anything supernatural until his eyes bled into inky darkness only for him to wake up as if only having slumbered. But he had not been slumbering but he had died. Death had taken him under her wing and given him a pair of his own but instead of allowing her to guide him into the afterlife, she found a use for him. The most unlikely second chances the former human had ever imagined were plausible.

For instead of being reborn as another in the waking world he found himself with a pair of wings covered in glossy black feathers and instead of feet he had talons on three pointed toes in front and one in the back tipped with talons. Instead of a mouth and nose, he possessed a beak with the slightest of curves, and instead of the brown eyes, his wife had once loved he possessed beady black orbs amongst the feathered face that stared back at him in the mirror as Death held one in front of him with a knowing smile.

"It's definitely something you'll need to get used to." her warm laugh was filled with mirth. "But I know you can do it. Now come, there's someone I need you to meet."

From human to bird and from bird to the eye of the King of Dreams and Nightmares. And it was not an easy task. Dream hadn't even wanted Matthew but the bird had nowhere else to turn to. Thus, he did his duty and stuck to Dream like the faithful ravens before him; falling behind like the blind hopeless fool he was. But Dream was not an easy man to work with or for for that matter and more often than not Matthew found that his human emotions make him forget his place. As such today as Dream walked with slow purposeful steps through the dark and decaying rubble of his fallen kingdom Matthew followed above his head watching out for anything out amiss. Lucienne - Dream's royal librarian who had stuck around even when the kingdom went into ruin was just steps away from his side as the pair walked below the raven's watchful gaze.

The sky above was dark with barely visible stars that looked like no more than dying fireflies amidst the darkness. But as the pair stopped below so did Matthew allowing him to perch upon a dead branch of a tree as he watched Dream and Luciene speak amongst themselves in serious tones below him.

He thought he was alone. Alone he rather be, anyhow. After the trying day, he had with Dream's temper and brooding self Matthew would have been happy for some alone time. But a presence he had never felt before rested on the branch beside him without so much as a flutter of wings which would have justified his squawk of surprise when he tilted his head to find himself staring at another at his side. He'd never have thought that birds were beautiful. Not as a human though, but after being a raven even for the last few days had given him a new perspective of what it was to find beauty in another creature and he had a little more respect for birds.

But seeing the fellow raven at his side made him wonder if there was another level to it. There was something very different to this fellow feathered companion than those he had seen before. She was smaller than him even as a raven. Her feathers although dark as midnight glittered like the dark night sky above them as if her feathers were made of black ink and reflected the light of the stars within them. As she turned her head as well there was a new surprise to meet his observation as one black beady eye much like his own was paired with a mismatched silver human-like one filled with a very human expression that her otherwise beaky face could not express.

"Whoa..." Matthew most likely would have blushed if he was human right then at his reaction but his new companion surprised him with a laugh that resembled the gentle breeze of a summer's kiss as her head tilted.

"I get that a lot." her voice was filled with mirth; such a pleasant sound as she settled on the branch beside him and tilted her head down to stare at the pair below them. A wistful sigh left her beak as she set eyes on the dark-clad figure.

"He is not always this broody Matthew. Please do not be too harsh with him. He has been through much and has such troubles on his shoulders. For a being like himself...to deal with all this himself is...a tremendous task even for him." her voice was filled with worry but there was the border of something underlining those words as if her heart poured its feeling of sadness into her words.

"Wait...Who are you? How'd you know the boss? Are you one of his ravens too?" Matthew's wings flapped a bit in excitement to think perhaps he did not have to deal with the brooding man by himself.

"No." her beak clicked a bit. "Not anymore."

She did not eleborate nor did she give her name and instead she tilted her head back to peer sideways at the larger black feathered creature beside her. "I sensed perhaps you needed some guidance. The new ones always do." her mismatched eyes shone with laughter as Matthew huffed; feathers fluffing up in defense as if he pouted at her words.

"There's no shame in that Matthew. Everyone has to start somewhere you know. Plus, Death would not have given you a second chance unless she believed you could do Morpheus right."

"Wait you now Death? Morpheus? I'm so confused, who are you?" Matthew's voice raised slightly in a squawk of defense as he turned himself to face the smaller bird who did not look away from the pair below.

"Me?" her voice lowered slightly as her eyes filled with something akin to longing and sadness that made Matthew automatically on edge.

"I was the first." her words were solid; causing the gears to turn in Matthew's eyes. "I have seen it all." she turned to look at Matthew and idly reached over to peck at his feathers; preening them in the customary way all birds do.

"The first? You mean?" Matthew's voice was hushed as he watched her fiddle with his feathers; lowering himself down to sit on the branch to allow her better access not at all minding the customary habits in favor of listening to her words.

"Yes, I was Morpheus's first raven. I too, like yourself was born human. Many...many centuries before. I first met Morpheus when I was human...we fell in love. But our love could never be because I was ill. There could never be a future for us but Death favored me..saw that I brought a part of within her brother that she gave me a second chance just as she had to the many other ravens such as yourself after me. She knew he should never be alone. His heart could don't handle the isolation." she murmured pulling away and looking down at the dream king below them as he spoke to Lucienne.

"But how'd...I don't understand I thought only new ravens took their place as Dream's guide after the previous one -"

"Dies. Yes, Dream of the Endless always has a raven. But he has lost so many over the years...and each time they take a part of him with them in death. So, please do not be angry with Morpheus for his reluctance to take on another soon after Jessamy's death." the unnamed raven said with a knowing look as her mismatched eyes met his dark ones.

The bird swallowed feeling a chill in his bones as he stared down at her. "Does that mean you are?..."

Sadness flickered in her eyes as she tipped her head in silent confirmation and Matthew's beak fell open slightly in anguish at the realization. The female let out a soft breath and stepped closer to the other to rest herself against the other's chest and nuzzled against his chest feathers with a soft sadness of a smile on her expression.

"Please Matthew, take care of him. He deserves the world even if he won't admit it; so stuck in his own head too afraid to say what he thinks let alone own up to it. He needs someone to get him out of his head; especially now." she took a breath; feathers ruffling as she does.

"Can't you tell him? I-I mean I can see you..." Matthew tried but the female sighed

"Matthew..." she gave him a knowing look. "I can't...I have already used up all of my remaining days left..." she lifted a wing for him to see that it was transparent; something he hadn't noticed because it had been pressed to her body blending into her other feathers giving the illusion that she was the solid matter of a living being.

"You...you're dying again?"

"No...not dying; that's such a dreadful word. Simply going home where I belong." she shrugged slightly and looked down only to find that Morpheus and Lucienne had spotted them

Her heart swelled as her eyes met Morpheus's. Watched as his usually stoic expression softened into disbelief and those lush lips parted as if he was about to say something. She blinked down at him; showing as much love and affection as she could beyond the veil of sadness she felt.

"Starlight...." Morpheus's voice was soft and deep but strained as his endless baby blues misted over as he gazed up at her.

She wanted to swoop down and perch on his shoulder as she once did but instead, she let out a soft squawk and flapped her winds a bit; doing a little dance she used to do whenever she was happy to see him - successful if only by a margin that she brought a smile to his face as his lips curled up.

"Hey..." Matthew piped up softly nudging her and she turned her head to look at him.

"Promise me, Matthew. Whatever happens...Protect him."

Matthew looked down at Morpheus whose face was filled with a painful reminder as the soft weight of the spirit leaning against his chest eased until all he felt was the coolness of the night's breeze as it ruffled his feathers. He felt the familiar lump in his throat as if he'd swallowed a stone but he did not have to look up to see that she had vanished. The twinkling of blue dust drifting into the sky across his vision made the night seem just a little more beautiful as he allowed his body to tip forward and wings sweep out to glide until his taloned feet gripped the fabric of Dream's coat as he landed on his shoulder.

'I swear Starlight. I'll protect him with everything I got.' the pair stared up at the night sky together as the blue faded among the twinkling of the stars in the sky leaving the bitter taste of nostalgic memories.