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Anonymous asked:

Can I request a carmy x reader where they’re dating and carmy blows up at her and he immediately feels bad and tries to apologize and she brushes him off and keeps cooking but gives him the hand signal from s2 and after service he’s a big apologizing mess

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader

words: 0.7k

a/n: anon, thank you for this request! had a little trouble with this one, so I'm sorry if anything feels weird or ooc, but I hope you enjoy! (and if we're saying when this takes place - probably few weeks after the bear has been open, so after the end of season 2 but no spoilers)

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It started with little annoyances throughout the day that kept building and building. A late delivery of ingredients, last minute cancellation of a large party, and a call-in sick from one of the new hires. Each new development sent Carmen spiraling further and further, all culminating during The Bear's dinner service.

"Where the fuck are my entrees for table 33?" Carmen shouted, his voice ringing out in the kitchen.

"Coming right up, chef." you called back, plating the dishes as fast as you possibly could.

Order after order came through, all night, and being one chef down meant those left in the kitchen had to pick up the extra slack. But the synergy was off and the moment you stepped back to pour the sauce, someone slammed into you from behind, and the sauce went everywhere but the dish - including all down the front of your apron.

"Chef, entrees for 33, now!" Carm's voice rang out with a notable edge to his tone.

Huffing, you quickly salvaged what was left of the sauce. "Hold on." you grounded out finally placing the dishes next to Carmen, waiting for a server to deliver them to customers.

Hi, can I please request reader x Aegon, where she is a shy and kind lady and everyone asumes that she will marry some nice man like Jacerys, who is already in love with her. He courts her, treats her like a real gentleman, but as much as she wants to enjoy his attention she craves something different&darker. She wants man who will love her and praise her but at the same time wouldn't hesitate to spank her, choke her or call her his whore. And Jace isn't someone who can give it to her, but Aegon is. And Aegon is more than willing to fulfill her fantasies especially when he knows that it will hurt Jace...

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Fantasies | Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Pairings: Aegon x Fem!reader (main) Jace x Fem!Reader mentioned. Summary: Aegon takes quite the liking to Jaces betrothed. Warnings: Cheating, porn with plot, Aegon steals Jace's wife, hair pulling, degredation, praise and possessiveness. A/N: This was so fucking fun to write! Reblogs appreciated<3

You were the picture of elegance to anyone who knew you, being a highborn lady meant you were intended to marry a highborn man. Thats what lead to yours and Jace's eventual courting.

You had little to no feelings for him, there was no passion. He'd give you flowers, take you on walks, make flirty quips- but that all felt empty, you wanted more.

A feast began, and you found yourself bored as Jace danced with you. He was innocent, which was the opposite of what you wanted. He twirled you, and dipped you, but you felt hollow. Ladies of the court fawned over the two of you.

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Birdy - Dick Grayson Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Birdy

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 1,755 words

Warning(s): choking, violence, possession, mention of murder

Summary: (Season 2, Episode 1) Dick and (Y/n) had been friends for years. When Rachel becomes the reason that the pair find each other again, they have to face what had always been true about their relationship.

Author's Note: I couldn't help myself.

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Taking care of Rachel should've worried me more than it did.

She was being followed and hunted by a group that none of us had heard of. She also had powers that none of us understood, and she wasn't sure she could control.

It should've scared me.

But I'd look at her and my heart would break. She was a kid. An innocent kid that had the weight of the world forced onto her shoulders.

I couldn't leave her.

Nightwing Spoils You For Your Birthday

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, birthday surprise, gifts, little puppy, kissing, slight groping, making out, cute petnames (baby, princess, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

A/N: This not me manifesting this for my next birthday. Not at all.

  • The first thing you see in the morning is Dick smiling down at you one moment and the next is him attacking you with kisses
  • Today is your special day, he will spoil the hell out of you
  • Don't you worry about a thing today
  • "Gonna take care of you today sweetheart. You just relax and leave everything to me."
  • He tackles you to the bed, body sliding against yours as he kisses your neck, your laughter and giggles only spurring him on
  • He could spend all day with you if he didn't already get breakfast going and have a full day of fun planned ahead

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Summary: The reader asks Morpheus questions about himself and the Dreaming.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Sorry it’s kinda short.)

“So you created all of this,” (Y/N) asked Morpheus, sitting back enjoying the breeze that blew over Fiddler’s Green. They closed their eyes in enjoyment, not noticing the Endless’ blue gaze staring at them in fascination.

“Yes, the Dreaming is all of my creation,” he told them, his eyes roaming over their body, wondering how in so long he got so lucky to have them.

"So,” they began running their fingers through Fiddler’s Green’s freshly cut, green grass, “Every blade of grass, every cloud in the sky,…even the wind, you create created all of this? Like God?”

He smiled at their question and comparison to God. Even after being with him for so long, they still had so many questions for him and so many things they simply couldn’t wrap their heads around. He found it amusing and strangely relaxing how the questions they always had for him seemed to never stop and appeared at the strangest of times.

“Yes, my love. Like God.” He laid his hand on top of theirs, relaxing at the warmth of it. “Every creature and every feature of the Dreaming. Every mortal’s dream and nightmare. All of my creations.”

“Did you just rhyme?”

“I think I did, love,” he chuckled.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Favorite,” he asked, confused.

“Your favorite creation,” they clarified, turning to him and scooting closer, their shoulders touching each other. “You must have a favorite.”

“No, I love them all. Equally.”

“Even nightmares?”

“Yes, even them. They are and always will be a part of me, so I will always love them.”

They were quiet for a while after that, thinking his answer over in their head, curious as to if he was telling the truth or not. While they thought over his answer, Morpheus continued to look at them with combined fascination and amusement. Like always after he answered one of their questions, he could see them mulling the answer over in their head. And like always, they were gonna ask another question that would catch him off guard.

“Well…if you don’t have a favorite creation…” they began and he waited in amused anticipation as to what they were gonna ask next. “…what’s your favorite thing?”

“Thing?”

“Thing like…food, drink, animal…,"they paused to choose their next word carefully. ”…person?“ They added, shyly.

A grin appeared on his face, and he picked up their hand, lifted it to his lips, and placed a kiss on the back of it, before answering. "I don’t believe I have a favorite animal, and I have no need to consume food, but you should know who my favorite person is.”

(Y/N) smiled bashfully, and looked away in shyness. “Is it me?”

He grabbed their chin and turned their head towards him, laying a small, but lovely kiss upon their lips. “Of course it’s you, my love.”

“Only me?”

“Only you,” he replied, laying another, but deeper kiss upon their lips.

Anonymous asked:

Hello love, if you are taking requests would you pls write one on Aemond Targaryen x Y/n Targaryen (uncle/ niece) where they are enemies but definitely have a lot of sexual tension between the two. Maybe they have snuck around before and she’s scared of getting caught? Maybe he’s trapped her somewhere and they get into an argument and try to kill eachother but reader makes smartass comments like how it seems as if he’s lost one of his balls instead of his eye or how she prefers her husband to have all of his parts etc) and he starts choking her, realises she’s into it and then gets turned on himself. They end up fucking but it’s very raunchy with lots of choking, dirty talk, hair pulling etc etc

𝖑𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙

it's always been there.

that tension that was followed by contempt.

for as long as you could remember, those emotions have been there.

you were princess rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, perhaps a year older than your brother jace but growing up it was in your nature to protect them. primarily from the rumors and tales, they spun about them.

you were quite a bit like your father, with a defiant nature in you and independent qualities that weren't imagined from you, especially as a woman. but you nor your parents didn't care. it was insignificant.

but no child went unseen or unloved, you had a dragon and managed to bond to the dragon that was meant for you, but rhaena and aemond had not. at least not yet but it was something that you and your brothers made fun of them especially aemond for. in your defense, you were a dense and smug kid who despite the tension between your parents wanted to be liked and be friends with your cousins. but not anymore.

but it didn't matter because aemond got his dragon.

the largest and most powerful in the realm, surprisingly.

but it gave him a boost in confidence, an ego, that he used against you and your cousins as well as your brother's. with cruel words that boiled over into a wild and bloody fight with your brother luke, slicing his eye to get him to stop. from that point on, he changed from a shy and blue boy who just wanted to be liked, to be seen, to a burning red boy with wrath in his gaze, who turned heads, and who was consumed with apathy.

with this change, your relationship only withered and wilted.

“You Will Come Home, You Hear?”

Summary: Both you and Bradley have had your struggles. His fear was that he would never be able to make it home to you. 

Warnings: None really, just some curses, fluff, for the most part, maybe angst

(Please don’t judge to harshly, this is my first making this)

Bradley was never one to have doubts. But when he did, it overwhelmed the life out of him.  He always kept his fears to himself as he thought he could spare you, his pain. This one however he couldn’t push away or hide from. Mav had explained their mission with the rest of the Lieutenants. At first, he didn’t understand why this was such a big deal. But then he realized it was different before. Before you he didn’t care, he didn’t care if his life would be risked until you came along. Now he has someone he might not make it home to. 

From your perspective, you were in pain. You had a miserable headache and usually you took a couple painkillers and then headed into the bathtub. The bath helped a little. Plus, it was cozy for you.  Turning on the hot water and watching as it filled up. You got in and relaxed for a little while.  Up until you heard a faint knock.

“Babe, can I come in?” He asked muffled through the door.

“Sure.” You yelled back. Creaking the door open he goes to sit down on the bathroom floor layed up against the wall.  It started off with casual talk, but you knew that face anywhere…. something was off.

“Roo, what’s the matter?” 

“Uh, nothing I just wanted to give you something.” he says as he clears his throat handing you a small box. You prop yourself up in the bathtub hovering over the edge to open the tiny box, all to find Bradley’s ring.

“Babe, what’s this?” You asked in confusion. It took him a good solid minute to collect himself.  It physically hurt him to look into those beautiful eyes of yours that there’s a chance he may not come home.

“For uh, for safekeeping. Something to hold onto.” He cleared his throat once more.

Your heart dropped. “No.” you told him.

“Look there is a chance I might not come back home—.”

“No.” was all you kept repeating. But he continued as well even with you cutting him off. “— and I need to prepare just in case.” 

“No Roo.” You started as you grabbed his hands. All he could feel was the water dripping from your hand to his.

“Bradley, listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to you. You are going to keep this okay? You’re going to keep this and you’re going to come home.”

You both slowly start to tear up. “Y/n… when my dad died… it broke my mom. She was in pain; she could barely bring herself to do anything. She lost herself. I don’t want to hurt you. If something happens to me, I want you to keep it.”

“God Damit Bradshaw! I love you. I always have and always will. These wedding bands on our fingers, shows that we made a promise to one another.“ You continued as you kissed his hands. “You’re going to come home.” You whispered to him.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you.” He says while he cupped the side of your face.

“You won’t. Bradley, when you get back, we can do anything you want. Whether it’s going to the bar, a fancy restaurant, hell even doing it when you get back. But you will come home, you hear?”

“Yeah.” He says as he goes in closer to you for a hug. Pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Roo.”

*SECOND IMAGINE IS OUT!*

there’s a first for everything

Summary: Both you and Bradley were struggling as first-time parents with your baby.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cursing(probably)…. I think that’s it.

Both you and Bradley were so happy when your baby was born. Handsome baby boy. Nicholas Pete Bradshaw. Baby Nick. When he was born, you remember the whole gang trying to break through the doors to see the new member. When you and Bradley went home, the first night was always said to be the struggle. A couple weeks go by and you’re swaying Nick back and forth as his cries pierce your ears. You looked and felt absolutely dead. You tried everything in the book. Feeding him, changing him, bathing him. Nothing worked. You turn around to hear both Bradley and Jake opening the front doors with groceries. 

“Damn Y/n… you look like shit.” Jake commented. 

You were trying your best to composure yourself and repeatedly reminding yourself that you’re exhausted. Nick wouldn’t stop crying… it got to a point where his screams got louder, and your ears couldn’t handle it.  But what really fucking tipped your scales was Jakes last comment. “You’re not doing it right.”

“You’re not doing it right.” rang in your ears until you finally snapped.

 “JAKE, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK IM DOING, OKAY?! I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING IN THE FUCKING PARENTING BOOK THAT IS THERE. UNLESS YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS IN THAT DUMBASS BRAIN OF YOURS TO HELP, THEN STAY OUT OF IT!” You screamed at him. Both Bradley and Jake didn’t speak for a good solid two minutes. Jake huffed and gestured for him to hand over baby Nick. “Give him here.” He said in a soft tone. 

“Jake… i–.”

“Just… give him here. “ He said again. You slowly and carefully hand crying Nick over to jake as he takes Nick into his nursery. You stood there stunned for a couple of minutes.

“Y/n?.” Bradley called out to you in a soft tone. 

Your defeatedly flop on the couch as the tears pooled in the cups of your hands. Breath hitches as you dig your nails into your scalp. Bradley slowly had walked over to rub your back and sit down next to you. 

“Baby?” He said in a soft tone. “Talk to me.”

You sniffle back your tears as you try to get any form of words out. 

“I feel… tired. I knew that this wasn’t going to be easy but holy hell. I–I can’t get enough air. If—if it isn’t me hearing multiple conflicting information about raising a child, it’s me feeling like a fucking failure to him. He’s only been in this world for two weeks and I already feel like I fucking failed him.” You paused in between your sobs. “I don’t think I’m good enough. I am an emotional wreck. I haven’t slept, I haven’t showered in days, I– I don’t even think I could have my old life back like I used to. I miss it already. The careless, energetic, partying and flying planes me. And now because I’m a wreck I scared my own baby.” The last thing you said you couldn’t even get out without whimpering. Bradley gently put his hand on your leg as assurance. With you looking up at him with your puffy teary eyes.

“You are not a mess, you have not failed Nick, if you need a nap or time to take a nice long shower or get some food in your system, I will do my part as his dad and help out. Were just new at this. But baby I promise you, you are doing such a good job.”

“Even with me yelling at Jake with Nick in my arms?”

 “You were stressed, overwhelmed, there’s a first for everything. Look, why don’t I make some supper, Jake seems to be taking care of Nick right now. Go take a nice long hot shower, take the biggest nap, and when you wake up, dinner will be ready for you.”

You wrap your arms around him tightly as tears fall onto his shirt. “I love you, Bradley. So much.”

“I love you too. “

🍂 home at last || b. bradshaw

bradley bradshaw x reader

a/n,, im gonna try to follow these prompts: link for the month of november! the final masterlist will be posted when im done :)

warnings,, none!

you hadn’t seen bradley in months. he was shipped out, somewhere you didn’t know. it was a classified mission, which meant you knew nothing about what bradley was doing or where he was except for the fact that he was on the ocean.

your sheets had been ridden of his smell, the nice cologne he wore faded and replaced with the smell of your perfume. it saddened you to sleep in your bed at night. it wasn’t like your perfume smelled bad, you just wanted a reminder of bradley while he was gone. you had taken the liberty of spraying his cologne on the sheets every few weeks, just so you could remember him.

you wore his shirts at night. not his nice hawaiian shirts that he took from his dad, but the big, baggy graphic tees that he wore to bed. it was nice to be cuddled in his shirt after a long day, like he was still there.

some nights you got a facetime or just a text from bradley. your favorite was facetime, obviously. you got to see his gorgeous self, and you got to talk to him. although it usually ended up with you crying yourself to sleep, it was always a joy to speak to him.

you didn’t know he was going to return home today. after a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle up in your sheets while wearing one of his shirts. then maybe you’d get a call or a text, that would make your day a little bit better and a little bit worse.

you unlocked your front door, and the first thing you noticed was a dark green duffel bag sitting near your credenza. your eyebrows furrowed, and you set your bag down before nudging the bag with your foot nervously.

“i wouldn’t do that, darlin’.” that voice was smooth like honey and it itched something in your brain. it was bradley.

you looked up with wide eyes to see your boyfriend. a smile bloomed on your face. he was sporting a new cut on the bridge of his nose, and your smile turned into a frown.

you hurried over, hands immediately cradling his face, a thumb brushing over the cut.

“don’t worry about it darlin’.” you missed his voice. you missed the way he said darling. you missed his honey colored curls and his warm skin. “just a small cut.” he murmured, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. he placed a warm kiss on your cheek, and you melted into his touch.

“home at last.” bradley sighed, his head resting on top of yours. you hummed.

“home at last.”

Afterglow | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus ends his marriage and in his heartache he summons you to the Dreaming calling on what his heart desires.
Pairing: Morpheus x Human! Reader
Part I

A year had passed since you last saw Morpheus’ even when you were the one to end things, part of you hoped he would look for you, but he didn’t.

The man had vanished into thin air after that night, you weren’t the same after you two took separate ways, being haunted by the memories of you and him, smelling his cologne on your sheets, your pillows.

Yes, everything you had built was a lie, a beautiful lie sometimes you wished to hold onto, but you could not live with yourself knowing you had gotten in the way of a marriage, that when he left you, he was going back to a wife, to a completely different life.

For a while you tried dating, but it was useless because it didn’t matter how many dates you went on or how many of them you sneaked into the bedroom in seek for dullness to your broken heart.

Because nobody felt like him and nobody ever would.

And you hated him even more for it, for being so deeply rooted to your body, mind and soul.

Every time you went to bed it was a hundred times worse, as you couldn’t seem to get any rest, even if you slept.

For the billionth time, you laid on your bed, placing your head on the pillow and softly hugging it from underneath your head as you closed your eyes.

Something felt oddly different, everything was awfully quiet, even in the darkness you could not recognize a single thing, like you were in a different world.

Not knowing what to do you started walk, trying to get acquainted to the unknown territory, hoping to find someone, anyone.

Anyone but him.

Your heart skipped a beat, if not several as you looked at the man you were trying to escape from at your every step sitting on the stairs with a lost expression. Then, as if he had felt your presence, he looked up.

When his eyes found yours again, after so long, you could not explain the look on his face, the astonishment and confusion.

Morpheus looked over to the woman beside him, looking for some sort of explanation.

“I don’t think she’s an invention, my lord” she spoke softly, his eyes landed on you again, now hopeful as he stood quietly, scared he might startle you if he did any sudden motions.

Your heart roared in its cage, you wanted to run away but your body was completely unresponsive to your brain.

“Y/N…” he said making your heart flutter, his voice making you weak to your knees, you hated that even now he had such control over you.

“Where am I?” It was all you could say as a mixtape of anger and want invaded you.

“The Dreaming” your whole world came crumbling the minute he spoke those words, this was in fact, another world. But why were you here?

You stood there, awfully silent as you took all of that in, Morpheus looked at Lucienne.

“Leave us, please” he requested, the woman was quick to nod as see her way out, closing the doors to the throne room.

“You brought me here?”

“Not consciously, but yes” he was speaking quietly, looking at you when the only thing he wished was to hold you and tell you how much he had missed you, that every day that passed without you was the most cruel punishment of all.

“Then consciously take me the fuck back” you hissed through your teeth, it was as if you were living it all over again.

“I need you to listen to what I have to say”

“You think I’m going sit here and listen-“ you started saying feeling like a teapot sitting on the flame.

“My marriage has ended”

You blinked a few times, registering his words before scoffing at him.

“No that’s just another lie of yours” you deadpanned “You just want me to run to your eyes so you can have me and break me all over again, when is it gonna be enough for you?!” You were speaking from your disappointment, for your fear.

Your former lover grabbed your waist and forcefully pulled you into his chest, even as you tried to set yourself free, but it was pointless as he had a strength beyond human capabilities.

He was determined to not let you go this time around.

“Y/N look at me” he pleaded you, but as you truly had nowhere to go you were forced to comply. Being so close to him after all this time felt good but the fact it did made you feel guilty as well.

“I ended my marriage because Calliope never compared to you, you’re all I want, my sweetness. Even as you stand here, hating me rightfully, I am only thrilled by the mere fact of having you here”

Your heart was beating so loud for him you thought it would come out of your chest. He still lied and you too still loved him.

But it was wrong of you, all of this was wrong even as he had ended his marriage your brain reminded you of all his lies, as beautiful as it was, he had deliberately dragged you into this situation, taking away your choice.

Adrenaline filled you as you felt the urge to run away from your heart desires, from him. You started hitting his chest, attempting to squirm away from his grasp.

“You ruined us! You did this, not me!” You exclaimed, his eyes glowed with indescribable emotion as he grabbed your jaw and kissed you. Surprisingly, you reciprocated to his actions.

When you pulled away from him, you were still breathing heavily but now you launched forward, kissing him fervently, sending out the window the last bits of willpower left in your body.

Both of you gave into what your hearts desired, Morpheus’ started stripping you out of your clothes as he now perceived them as obstacles to reach his goal.

Your body was consumed by the fire, the intoxicating need of him, you roughly pulled on his hair making him hum in your mouth, his hands massaged your ass cheeks aggressively making you gasp in delight.

The clothes served as some sort of improvised bed as Morpheus roughly pulled you down on the floor, making you fall on his lap, straddling him.

He grabbed the back of your head to kiss your neck, you breathed heavily as you ran your fingers to his chest feeling yourself growing wetter under him, the Lord of Dreams groaned at the feeling of yourself pooling under him.

“I see you haven’t been taken care of properly, my sweetness” you moaned unable to form any coherent words, you both knew what he was implying, of course he knew you had been with others, seeking pleasure.

As bad as it may sound, Morpheus found satisfaction on the fact you were this needy, that your needs hadn’t been met properly, the satisfaction only he could suffice you was everything he needed.

Because it didn’t matter how many people tried, nobody would know your body like he did, nobody made you this much of a mess.

There was no time for foreplay or build up as you both were already heated far beyond what you thought possible.

Morpheus’ lined himself to your walls and entered you with a single thrust, being so deep inside you that you could almost feel him in your stomach, he didn’t even gave you proper time to adjust to him before his started grinding his hips violently, the room echoed with the sounds of pleasure and your skin crashing on and on.

Your body was shaken to its core, you could feel your legs trembling like jelly as he kept thrusting inside you relentlessly, your body was barely able to contain him as he went feral on you.

The Endless had always held back when being with you, as you were human he needed to be cautious, but right here and now he had forgotten of that, as his mind was clouded by his lust.

You held onto him as tight as you could, you were breathing on each other’s faces heavily, Morpheus’ took in the look in your face, how you were drunken in the high of pleasure, in the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, you wished for him to never stop, even if it felt like he was ripping you apart from the inside.

Morpheus’ clawed his nails to your sides and you were sure that would leave a notorious bruising but as you felt yourself pulsating, strangling his cock as your release was building, you could only worry about that later.

Finally, both you and Morpheus came undone, his seed welcomed itself inside your body, as you sighed softly in utter contentment.

The king cupped your face in his hands, looking at your sweaty flustered face as if you were the greatest work of art ever made.

“Let us have another chance, rewrite our history. The way it should’ve been from the start” you looked at him dead in the eye, you could tell he was being sincere as you knew there was nobody else for you in this universe that wasn’t him.

“Listen to me, because I will only say this once” you spoke carefully, all his attention was on you as you grabbed your arms around his neck and nuzzled the hairs at the back of his head.

“If you mess this up I will kill you, I don’t care if you’re the actual personification of dreams” Morpheus’ smiled from ear to ear as he chuckled. Regardless of your aggressive threat you were giving him a chance to mend his mistakes.

He grabbed his arms around you and embraced you fully, feeling whole again as you melted in his touch at last.

The world made sense again.

Unattended Wife | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus misses his anniversary to save Calliope, so now he must make it up to his wife.
Pairing: Morpheus x Eos! Reader
Warnings: Smut

Today was your first century anniversary with your husband Morpheus, you could not believe one hundred years had passed since you had married the Dream Lord. You were beyond excited to celebrate with your husband, he promised he would come back as soon as possible to enjoy his time with you.

But as hours passed, that seemed much less likely, specially as you had to evoke the sundown, signaling night time. Until you were simply walking alone in the Dreaming, forgotten.

You were offended, angry and anything along those lines, you couldn’t understand why he was not here, he should be here, celebrating with his wife, but no.

Suddenly, your spouse appeared at the veil, you looked at him with a harsh expression.

“Where were you?” You asked, evidently irritated, Morpheus looked down, embarrassed.

“Before you sulk, please let me speak” he requested you quietly, you still weren’t pleased about this but you allowed him to speak “I went to Calliope’s aid” he started saying but you completely shut down after that sentence, this was outrageous, missing your anniversary for work was one thing, but missing your celebrations to be with his ex-wife?

You walked away from him, not being able to form coherent words due to the anger, your husband followed you.

“Y/N, please. Listen to me!” He urged, yanking your arm, forcing you to look at him.

“Out of all people, did it really have to be her?”

“Y/N no- it is not what it looks like”

“Let’s see how it looks, then. You went to see Calliope, for whatever matter, and you left me, your wife. Waiting to celebrate your anniversary” he sighed, he understood your point, he did. But he didn’t know how to defend himself.

Your skin went lightly pail, Morpheus knew that went it did that, it meant you were sad. He hated to make you sad, he always wanted to keep the glow in your face, but tonight he had failed to do that.

He cupped your face in his hands, you tried to push him away but he shushed you, aiming to ease you.

“If you don’t want to believe me, I respect it. But do believe that I love you” he rested his forehead against yours, making you sigh

“You’re not being fair to me” you said, he smiled softly.

“I know that, but seeing Calliope made something very clear to me” you pulled away, the Dream Lord held you by the waist, inspecting your curious expression.

“Please, enlighten me” you teased, making him smirk and get close to your ear.

“Will you make me a father, my beautiful dawn?” Your eyes went wide open, a notorious blush installed in your cheeks. The way he requested this, with such seductiveness made your knees buckle.

“Are you certain, Dream?” You asked, knowing about his past, his eyes became slightly brighter and full of life.

“I have given this much thought, and after seeing Calliope I realized it is time for us to move forward, without the ghosts of the past lingering” he spoke calmly, in truth, you had always wanted children to Morpheus but you didn’t want him to feel pressured, and after tonight’s events, this, was the very last thing you expected.

Having not found the right words you did what you thought best, which was to kiss him, a kiss loaded with love and excitement.

Soon, you reached the bedroom and you were now both completely bare on the bed, Morpheus took a second to admire your beauty, as the personification of dawn, you were breathtaking, and he just wanted to adore you.

As you shared a passionate kiss, your husband reached his hand in between your bodies, reaching your folds, skillfully pleasuring you, making you moan and giggle in his lips. Now that you were attempting to conceive a child, your sexual encounter felt different, so much more thrilling but also romantic.

Something only the King of Dreams seemed to achieve, he played with your entrance for a while, until he thought you were moist enough to welcome his member inside you.

When that happened, he position the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you even wetter and aroused, he looked directly into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my love?”

“Always”

With your last word, Morpheus entered you, you held hands as he did and he stared deeply into your eyes, taking in the lustful look in your pupils.

Both of you moaned louder as he reached his limit, entering you fully, becoming one. He pressed your legs to his hips and started a steady rhythm inside you, not to slow, not to fast. It was perfect.

Perfect because you weren’t just fucking for pleasure, you were making love, a love that, hopefully, would transform into a new life you would carry.

You were moaning, chanting his name, while you hold him as close as you could, digging your nails softly into his back, just like you knew he loved. Your bodies were reacting deliciously to one another, you could feel yourself almost coming undone, but Morpheus was much more on the edge than you.

His whole body was tensing by the second, he couldn’t even form coherent words anymore, there were just sounds of pure pleasure.

With just one last thrust, his whole seed filled you and you were more than eager to take it all in, the feeling of your spouse filling you was enough to have your own release as you gasped in delight.

Morpheus looked at you tenderly, he nuzzled your cheek with his fingers, enamored by the mere sight of you, you did the same as you smiled widely.

He pulled out of you, but brought you close, embracing your nakedness in his arms, protecting you in some way.

As you looked into your husband’s cosmic eyes, the only thought that crossed your mind was that you could not see the time to carry his child.

That was, if you weren’t already.

You spent the rest of the night, thinking of possible names for your children, thinking where could be a good place to put the crib, while it may sound silly, it felt good to allow yourself to sit an indulge in the endless possibilities of your future together.

Because now that the past had left, there was only the present and future ahead.

Day 3 — Autumn Leaves

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 800

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Authors Note || I posted this last year, but it flopped, so I’ve rewritten it, and I’m reposting it for this year.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

KINKTOBER DAY 4: MIRROR SEX

Summary// Anyone looking in would view it as a hook up, even if there is more to it

Warnings// smut, mirror sex, lil bitta praise kink, use of nickname- love, cursing, unprotected sex, kinda established relationship?, feels (i always gotta add in some feels),

AU// College!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// I actually really like this one. Not as much as day 5 (tomorrow 👀), but I like it

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Miss Raven | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus has always had a deep appreciation to his loyal assistant Y/N that could also transform into a raven.
Pairing: Morpheus x Supernatural! Reader
Requested: Yes

It was very common for Morpheus to have his ravens as companions but he had a certain inclination towards Y/N…

She was an ancient princess that was cursed to live as a raven for eternity, for years you wondered around the earth, lonely. Until Morpheus came across you.

While he couldn’t lift the curse you were imposed to, he did gave you freedom by allowing you to control your transformation, at least now you could decide when to be human and when to be a raven.

Morpheus didn’t plan on it, but seeing as you had no one since your loved ones had died ages ago he offered you a home in The Dreaming, and for you to work alongside him.

It was a very kind offer that you couldn’t refuse. From the very start you felt an undeniable attraction towards the Lord of Dreams and it was obvious he did as well.

But working so closely together, had you both doubting if it was correct or not to fulfill your heart’s desires.

In the end, your feelings got the best of you and you were incapable of keeping your distance for much longer. You still remembered the first time his lips touched yours, how electrifying it was.

How Morpheus was unable to keep his hands to himself, letting out your name in an exhalation, as if he was relieved to finally give into the object of his infinite desires.

“Morpheus… I don’t know if this is right” you whispered, it was the first time you ever called him by his name and not his title, his name rolled out your tongue so easily but it felt inmoral to break the professional barriers that kept you apart for so long.

“Why must we silence our feelings for the sake of morality? We can have love and work closely together”

In the end, that’s what you did. You had started to maintain a romantic relationship on a par of a respectable assistant-king dynamic.

For a very long time, people didn’t know about your personal affairs with the king, because you were very careful on how you addressed one another in the public presence.

You would only address him as king or master when in his throne room or the presence of people from the realm or the other ravens.

But Morpheus and you would have stolen glances from across the room, sharing the secret of your personal endeavors.

It was also very difficult to connect the dots between the both of you as you were constantly occupied in your respective roles, he had a kingdom to take care of and you were the chief of the ravens, so your hands were full at all times.

The night would eventually come, and he would wait until everyone was away to summon you into his chambers or to the veil of the Dreaming to show you his latest creations.

“You called?” You asked, the King of Dreams would finally allow himself to smile at the sight of you, he would bring you close to his chest, caressing your cheek and planting a kiss in your lips.

The nights would always be just for the two of you, it didn’t matter how occupied Morpheus would be, he would do everything in his power to have those times be for you.

Because for that time being, he was not an Endless or a King as you were not an assistant or a raven.

You were simply lovers enjoying each other’s company, as if the whole world would just stop and you were the only two living beings to remain.

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Finger Fucking

Summary// jealousy is new to Bucky, but he always knows how to make up for it

Warnings// fingering, jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, use of nicknames- dollface, mentions of ripping clothes, cursing

AU// Roommate!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// not extremely proud of how this turned out, and the layout from day 1 is way too much work so I’m tapping out on it already 😂

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

I’ll Catch You

18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader

I can’t find the ask but I had a request for Bucky being protective over reader who faints and then some steamy stuff after, I hope you see this lovely! Warnings: Fluuuuuffff, idiots in love, Smuutt, 

Word count: 965

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Finger Fucking

Summary// jealousy is new to Bucky, but he always knows how to make up for it

Warnings// fingering, jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, use of nicknames- dollface, mentions of ripping clothes, cursing

AU// Roommate!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// not extremely proud of how this turned out, and the layout from day 1 is way too much work so I’m tapping out on it already 😂

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬

requested by @simpforbuckyb

A/N: asdfghjkl one of my favourite tropes with one of my favourite boys, what an excellent way to kick off kinktober! thank you so much for the request my lovely, I really hope you like it <33

Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

Summary: Morpheus believes you have forgotten how much you mean to him, so he endeavors to remind you…

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a moderate amount of fluff, and a whole lot of smut.