Just Friends

“Just Friends”

Midoriya x reader

Warnings: smut, kinda dub-conny, swearing, possessive behavior

A/N: Midoriya is an angel/ Best Boy and all that but that doesn’t always translate over to the bedroom… or the photo booth… everyone is aged up (18+) also SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING AS MUCH!!! I’ve been fighting sickness and I’ve been so low on energy that writing has been pretty tough lately huehuehue. And now I’m sick again because my body hates me but WE’RE fine!!

Amusement parks were the best. They were even better when you could enjoy them with probably one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you spent the day going on different rides, with you clinging on to his arm and giving out gleeful screams when the roller coaster would drop, laughing about how terrible you were at the games and blushing when Izuku would effortlessly win you a prize. You shared a frozen dessert with him and you made fun of him when he got ice cream on his nose which led to him booping you on your own nose with the cone. You had to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach you got when he licked the cream off your nose. There was no need to be nervous around him. He was your sweetheart of a friend and the day was going wonderfully. Until it wasn’t.

The two of you were shouting and laughing while you ran away from some clowns that were trying to show you some horrendous trick. Neither of you were scared of clowns but it was exciting to pretend that you were.

Your adrenaline became you and you let out a squeal when you saw a pal from middle school, Sugaya, strolling by with people you didn’t recognize.

“Well, look who it is!” You sprinted at him, giving him a wide smile before throwing your arms around the young silver haired man. “Sugaya! I’ve missed you!”

“Y/N L/N?!” He accepted your hug, twirling you around in doing so. “Oh my god, look at you!”

The two of you shared a moment of wild bewilderment while you were vibrating slightly because of how excited you were from the day’s events and slightly because you had no output for your adrenaline. He searched your face for any indication of change since middle school before he smiled and said, “wow,” and his hands slipped down to your waist. Izuku cleared his throat and Sugaya finally took note of your company. You weren’t sure but you thought you saw Izuku’s eyes narrow on Sugaya’s hand on your hip.

You hopped back to Izuku’s side. “‘Zuku this is Sousuke Sugaya, a friend I haven’t seen in like three and a half years!”

Sugaya held out his hand. “Zuku?”

Izuku took it. “Midoriya,” he flatly replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sugayou.”

“It’s, uh, Sugaya,” he laughed, “and the pleasure’s all mine!”

An elongated pause was spent with you looking back and forth at your friends, trying to understand the strange tension you felt between them. Awkward silences were not your forté especially around people that you actually knew. You spoke up.

“Sugaya and I had homeroom together every year in middle school! He’d always pick on me!”

“Aha! I knew you were gonna bring that up!” He gave your shoulder a push and Izuku took a weird, oddly territorial step closer to you so the back of your shoulder brushed against his. “I only acted that way because I had a crush on you! I liked the way your face would scrunch up when you got mad.”

“Yeah well I didn’t! You were kinda mean sometimes!”

“You’re right. ‘M sorry about that,” he pushed his hands into his pockets then looked to Izuku. “But I won’t be so mean to you now that you’ve got a boyfriend. He’s a lucky guy, huh?”

Izuku made a choking noise and you looked up to see his face was as red as a beat. You thought it was incredibly adorable but if you let Sugaya make a play at him, he’d probably end up taking it too far.

You looped an arm through Izuku’s. “Nooo,” You chirped sheepishly. “Midoriya’s just a friend,” you smiled up at him. “He’s my cutie pie!”

Izuku returned your gaze with a small closed mouth smile back, his eyes unreadable.

Sugaya gave you a once over that made you feel a tad self conscious. You had thought it might’ve been a bad idea to wear a skirt while you’d be walking around all day but you did want to look and feel cute, in case you or Izuku wanted to take pictures but now you were feeling a tad bit over exposed.

“Noted,” Sugaya smirked. “Hey, we were all about to go on Extreme Scream but I’ve already been on it. Maybe we can get a bite to eat and, I don’t know, catch up?”

Yikes, like alone?? Izuku shifted uncomfortably beside you. This was supposed to be your guys’ escape. It was hard enough getting a time to hang out with each other alone on any regular day and you didn’t want that to be spoiled with Sugaya’s presence. You shook your head. “Midoriya and I already ate lunch. Maybe some other time, ‘Gaya! But it was so good to see you! We’ll meet up again soon though, okay?”

With that, you took Izuku’s hand and pranced away, looking for anything to distract you from that odd encounter. Seeing anyone from your middle school was always a little wild but the fact that Sousuke Sugaya might’ve been hitting on you a little bit made you feel super jittery, although, that could’ve just been residual adrenaline from all the rides you had been on.

Izuku’s mood changed after the encounter too. He didn’t laugh like he did earlier when you made lame attempts at winning rigged games, he didn’t seem at all interested in getting on any more rides, and he didn’t even crack a smile when you mimed a mime!

If you were being honest, he was getting to be a bit of a drag but you figured that everyone got in those moods every once in awhile but you weren’t going to give up on making this day a day to remember! In a last ditch effort at getting Izuku to be interested in something, anything, before you had to ask what his deal was, you pointed to a photo booth planted to the side of a not so popular ride and asked if he wanted to take a picture.

He pursed his lips before a wry smile crept across his face. “Yeah,” he said, “I’d like that.”

The two of you slipped in together, shielding yourselves off from the outside world by a heavy turquoise curtain

“You better not be all pouty when we take these pictures.” You adjusted your hair in the camera’s reflection, smiling to yourself. At least then he’d know that his mood change was obvious.

“What?” Izuku pulled an arm around you. “You don’t think it’s cute when I’m pouty?”

You scoffed. Was that what all of this was about? You looked up and into his leering emerald eyes and parted his hair in the best way for the picture. “You’re a cutie pie at all hours of the day, Izuku Midoriya.”

“Uh-huh…” The countdown for the photo sounded and you turned back to the camera, throwing a peace sign up but Izuku did not look away from your face. Your face heated up from the attention… if he was trying to make you nervous for whatever reason then mission accomplished.

Your smile was a tad bit forced when the first flash went off and when Izuku cupped your face, it disappeared completely. The second flash went off when Izuku licked his lips and your cheeks burned in the palm of his hand. He leaned into you and you didn’t lean away, cautious to see what exactly the boy was going to do but strangely curious to see if you really wanted this to go where you thought it was going. The third flash went off when you closed your eyes.

Skin met skin, rather, his lips locked on to yours and you thought your head was going to burst into flames when the final flash ended your photoset. It took a moment for you to collect yourself and kiss him back which only invited him to drag his scorching hot tongue across your bottom lip and you invited it, parting your lips slightly so you could taste him. A swirl of strawberries and cream, much like the dessert the two of you shared earlier, enveloped your mouth which only made you needy to taste it again.

Triumphant, Izuku grinned into the kiss and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You covered your mouth and he laughed. “So,” he said, “was that cute?”

“Um…” you could use about a hundred words to describe what that was and ‘cute’ would probably only be fortieth on your list, “y-yeah…?”

Izuku clicked his tongue and looked down and away from you, pink dusting over his freckles cheeks. “That’s too bad…”

You didn’t know what to do or how to react. Sure, you were attracted to him in an odd way but you’d never expect him to act so… confidently towards you. It was different than the Izuku Midoriya you grew to love and you weren’t sure what that meant. After racking your brain for far too long you finally stood up, dusted your skirt off, and lifted your arm to the curtain.

Before you could pull it open, Izuku grabbed your wrist. “Ah,” he pulled you back and pushed you up against the side of the photo booth. “I just have a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I hope you don’t mind.”

You couldn’t think of any real conversation you could have with him while your face was flushed and the only thing that was on his chest was literally your chest. Still, you let out a shaky breath and asked “w-what is it?”

“Well,” he smirked, wrapping a strand of your hair around his fingers, “you told that old friend of yours who so shamelessly made a move on you in front of me that we’re,” he paused, looking from your lips and back into your eyes, “just friends.”

You gulped when he moved his lips over to your ear. “See, Y/N, I don’t really think of us in that way and I was sorta hoping you felt the same.” Something wet brushed up against the shell of your ear and you shuddered. “Do you really think there’s not more going on here?”

“‘Zuku,” you sighed, bringing your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” you grinned, “but there’s no point in throwing a tantrum over it.”

He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his large hand. “You can’t keep acting so coy forever, pet. Sooner or later you might end up pissing the wrong person off.”

His lips found yours again and although Izuku was taller than you, you never really considered him all that big until he had you cornered in that photo booth. You gripped onto his muscular arms as he wedged his knee in between your thighs, kissing you territorially, running his hands down your sides, pulling you body closer to his so you could feel his hardening groin against your pelvic bone. He brushed your hair to the side and trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, licking a long wet stripe along your crook before his lips started to suck at a particularly sensitive area.

“Izuku,” You whined, “you’re gonna leave a mark!”

He lapped at your skin and snickered, “that’s kinda the point.” He bit down on you more furiously, making you toss your head back while you grabbed a fist full of his green hair, tugging softly as a light moan drew out from your lips.

His hands slipped from your sides to the hem of your skirt, tugging and testing the elasticity of it. He fidgeted with the two front buttons but you swiftly slapped his hands away, eyes wide. “Izuku!”

“What?” He tilted his head almost innocently, his heavy curls falling to the side of his face. “You wanna keep these on?”

You nodded and watched his brows knit together as he mocked your nod. “That’s completely fine,” he said, pushing his hand up your skirt. He tugged your panties to the side and before you could even think of reacting, two fingers plunged into your core.

“Ohh,” You yipped, almost falling forward before Izuku pushed you back, smirking as his fingers curled into you. “Ohh my god…!”

Your body shook as you felt you skin heat up, looking anywhere besides Izuku’s face. You felt embarrassed to be so turned on by his surprising dominant side and you didn’t want him to know how good he was making you feel but when his fingers found you G-spot, you couldn’t help but let out a whiny moan.

“Awww,” he cooed, placing kisses down your chest, pulling the buttons on your blouse apart one at a time. His thumb rubbed at your clit and you felt like you could melt for him right then and there. “Y/N, you look so cute with my fingers fucking your pussy.”

Who knew Izuku Midoriya could be such a devil?! You never thought that Izuku could utter a single demeaning phrase to you, let alone make it sound so hot and it was hard to admit that it only made you want him more. Not wanting him to have the upper hand you shot your own hands to his belt and in a few moments his pants were on the floor and your jaw nearly followed them.

Izuku Midoriya was bigger in more ways than you had expected him to be. Staring at his constricted bulge, you didn’t know what you should do about it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, relishing the sound of your slick against his skin before grinning at your perplexed expression. “You don’t think we’re getting ahead of ourselves?”

You licked your lips and found his half lidded eyes, drunk off the fantasy of what exactly he wanted to do with you in this photo booth. You shook your head and let your panties fall to the floor.

Izuku lifted you up as if it were all too easy, using the wall to level your back as he pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out and you felt yourself shake with anticipation as his head slid up and down your core. You wrapped your legs around him and took in a sharp breath when his cock pushed into you, staying motionless while he stared at you blushing back at him. He brushed your hair back and gave your lips a sweet peck.

“I’m going to ruin our friendship,” he breathed and your heart nearly sunk before he pulled himself back and slid into you again. “Do you understand?”

He began grooving into you at a nearly charitable pace, allowing you to familiarize yourself with his length. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed them tighter with every time he’d push himself into you and once you had got a feel for him, once you started sighing and rolling your hips with him, he quickened his pace, grunting as he inched himself further into you.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into another hungry kiss and when he slammed himself into you, you whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip. He laughed and and raked his nails across your skin, drawing out a loud pent up moan from deep inside your throat.

His fingers crept into your mouth as he hushed you. “You better quiet down, pet. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you and I.” He thrusted himself deeper into you and another pathetic mewl tore out of your throat, drool sliding off your tongue and onto his fingers. “What’s that, Y/N? You wanna admit that we’re more than just friends?”

You panted as he rocked into you, pulling you by your hips so he could get a steady rhythm going. You kissed him, less like it was your first time and more like it would be your last time, clawing at his back, wanting to hear him groan. Unsatisfied with his lack of response you nuzzled your lips into the crook of his neck and bit down hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

He let out his own pained moan as you sucked at his skin which only coaxed him to drill harder into you, bouncing you up and down against the cold photo booth wall.

His hand found your neck. “You’re being a bit naughty, huh?” He squeezed, while he found the perfect soft spot above your breast to suck on, wanting to win at the ‘who-will-be-more-marked-up game.

“Fuck,” you squeezed your eyes shut when you felt a burning coil build up in your stomach. “Oh, god, ‘Zuku, I’m ~aaaha~ I’m so close!”

“Is that right?” He said through his own labored breathing. He sucked on his index finger before trailing it down to your sensitive nub and began rubbing it, making your hair stand up on your skin.

You pussy clenched around his cock and you dug your nails into his back, crying out when an ecstatic wave shot out through you, causing your legs to shake more than before.

Izuku chased your orgasm by placing you down on the seat and spreading your legs wide open for him. He fucked you relentlessly, brutally squeezing your thighs, watching you fall apart for him. He loved you like that, underneath him, eyes wide, face red, and with you letting out more over stimulated and nervous moans, he’d completely lost himself, seizing forward, letting out a heavy load into your throbbing cunt.

The two of you breathed together before Izuku pulled himself out of you and fell to his knees, bathing your thighs in his sweat. He kissed your legs and pulled your skirt down, pulling you by your unbuttoned blouse into a messy kiss.

You heard gleeful screaming outside and realized where you were: in an amusement park, in a very public place. You reached down to grab your underwear but Izuku snatched those up before you could get them.

He chuckled at your disheveled display, pulling his pants back up and pocketed your panties. “Why don’t you sit here for awhile. Think about what just happened.” He leveled his head with yours. “Come out when you’re ready to understand that I’m more than just a cutie pie.”

He gave your cheek a soft pat, spread the photo booth curtains out, and disappeared.

You rubbed at the spot on your neck where Izuku left his first hickey, trying furiously to make sense of that whole situation. You buttoned your blouse back up and thought about all the times that something like this could’ve happened between you and Izuku in a less spur of the moment matter. It made sense. You did have feelings for Midoriya. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let all of that happen. And he… obviously had feelings for you. ‘I’m going to ruin our friendship.’ God, just thinking about him saying that made your skin tingle; moreover, thinking about his cum just sitting in you gave you a hot flash. If you got up, surely some of it would seep out! You needed your underwear!

Minutes passed and you finally wobbled out of the photo booth only to find Izuku, holding two rolls of cotton candy, standing next Sugaya.

“There she is!” Izuku beamed, holding out the cotton floof for you. “I was just apologizing to Sugaya for acting so standoffish earlier. Low blood sugar and all that!”

“Oh?” You bit into the sugary cloud as Izuku wrapped an arm around your waist. You squeezed your thighs shut, trying to ignore liquid leaking out of you in front of your old friend.

“Yeah and I was just saying that some friends and I are gonna go over to one of their places for a kickback! I wanted to know if you guys wanted to tag along.”

Izuku squeezed your shoulder, as if to say, not in this lifetime. You cleared your throat. “Not tonight. Midoriya and I are, uhh, having a really great… date. I don’t think we’re at all ready to leave.”

Sugaya frowned, eyes flicking from your hickey to Izuku’s. “That’s a shame,” he said. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

When Sugaya left, Izuku grinned and quirked an eyebrow at you. “A date?”

“Izuku!” You hissed, pinching his side. “I need my underwear!”

“Oh, you’ll get them back,” he hummed, “but you’re gonna have to earn them. Tell me, what are other mischievous things do you think we can get away with on our date?”

Though you had come to terms with your feelings for Izuku, though you enjoyed spending time with him, and though you really could see yourself in a relationship with him, there was something else you had to come to terms with: as sweet and adorable as he was, Izuku Midoriya was a bit of a sadist.

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The Witches Wrath

(Pt.3)

Sorry this part took so long T-T hope y’all like it

Pt 1. Pt 2.

Blinking the haze from the eyes I come to realize two things, one I was not in fact in my guest room and two it was very much a new day outside. The memories for last nights fight came flooding back to me and that this was in fact Sebastian room. The room was bare simply in design a closet a desk and a bed. Throwing the covers off I swing my feet over the side of the bed. Nauseated by the sudden motion. This was going to be the hangover of the century. Deciding rather than sulk I should stand up and at least try and look presentable. There was a dress splayed out at the end of the bed. Simple, black and made from what I assume was cotton not like the dress I was forced into the other day. As well as a pair of shoes simple flats that certainly looked outdated in comparison to their modern counterparts. To be completely honest I’m better off wearing this funeral fit than the my current grass stained and muddy clothes but it still doesn’t change the fact that it looks like something you’d bury your great grandmother in. Normal I could just snap my fingers and boom I’ve changed clothes but ah lass I cannot so grandma clothes here I come. I come to stand in from of the mirror just above the small dresser. By the gods I look like a mess. My heads pounding my hair is less than desirable and I look like I got hit by and 18 wheeler or a double wide hauling 2 tons of cattle. Gods I need a cigarette. I searched and searched for the pack of newports I had in sweatshirt pocket but they’re gone all that’s left is that half dead menthol vuse that was in my pants pocket. Guess we’re going new school today. I bet that checky fucker hide them along with my lighter. Deciding rather than sulk I’ll stuff the vape in my bra and head out of the room towards the kitchen. The most reasonable place for a butler to be at one in the afternoon.

After checking the kitchen and pretty much all of the servants wing he was no where to be found neither were any of the other employees of this rat hole. I solemnly determined I was abandoned left behind. Like when your mom goes to Walmart without you and when you ask her why she says you were sleeping but clearly expressed to her before your nap you wanted to go.

Rather than waste the day away I figured might as well be productive and see if maybe just maybe this place had a small library and lo and behold it did. Although not any were near the library of Alexandria I could make do. The boy surprisingly had plenty of books on the occult and witchcraft but who can be surprised when he is literally contracted to a demon. I was torn off the page I was reading in a small corner of the room by the door opening and closing. Two sets of footsteps echoed off the high ceiling just based on the sound I could tell it was Ciel and Sebastian making their entrance. Decided rather than move I stayed in the chair seemingly unbothered by their entrance.

They come to stand in front of me. Ciel in front and Sebastian not too far behind.

I flick my eyes up from the book

“Can I help you?”

Ciel spoke first “I believe you can, the queen has enlisted us to hunt down what is belived to be a witch plaguing London. Their has been a series of ritualistic murders in the Chelsea district of London.”

He cannot be fucking seriously.

“Are you shitting my dick?” He face remains stock simply waiting for you to go on.

You rose from your seat. “So you want me a women who was burned at the stake and accused of witchcraft to help you a privlaged little shit who thinks the world owes him hunt a witch!”

“Per our agreement you must help me.”

“Absolutely not I said I’d protect you not go on a witch hunt! You are probably the most inconsiderate asshole I’ve ever met. I apologize for looking into your past and in restitution I told you mine but there is no way in all the seven rings of hell I will help you hunt a witch.” You could feel it the power radiating off your hands. The green glow the room took on and the shadow cast on the ground by Sebastian coming to stand in between you and Ciel. You could feel the fiery hot rage pumping through your veins and the hand that came to rest around your throat forcing you to look into his eyes. The ones that shown fusica the ones that never change no matter what his face looks like.

“Breath” In all my years of living I really never get that mad I can usually control my “childish anger” as he calls it but there something about this fucking kid that really pushed my buttons. I go to shove his hand off but it only tighted

“Breath before you are no longer able to”

He looked at me the way a parent scolds their child for throwing a temper tantrum in the store.

“ F-fine” his grip loosed and his hand slide from your throat to your shoulder

“My dear, my young lord is simply asking you to help us identify some of the markings the witch left behind. You always were more inclined to such work.”

You stare at the ground no longer forced to hold his gaze. “Is it satanic?”

“I do not believe so, if it is it’s modern not authentic. I however believe it is Hellenic in origin.”

“I guess I can help but never ask me again.”

“Very well, shall we go?” His body turned gesturing to the door.

“Go where?”

“To the scene of the crime of course.”

Now seriously couldn’t he have waited till I don’t now any time but right now. Ciels walks out first clearly perturbd your outburst and Sebastian flows behind a hand on your lower back as he does so.

This was gonna be a loooooonnng day.

………………

One very akward carafe ride later and we arrive just outside a small townhouse. It looked rundown and very old. Sebastian stepped out first then ciel and then me. He offered me a hand down and the words

“My dear?”

“Stop calling me that we sounds like an old married couple.”

“I apologize, my dear” why does he always have to be so condescending.

As you walk up the stairs to the rickety old townhouse you feel as though they might give way beneath you. You did happen to notice a clear lack of police tape or an officer of any kind guarding the door if an apparent crime scene. After entering the smell of blood was 10 times mor pungent inside that out. You follow up the stair to a small bedroom.

By Gods it smelt bad.

Every wall was covered by symbols and although there was no body left behind the large pool of blood inside the salt circle was apparent. An alter stood at the head of the room. Taking care in where you stepped you come to stand in front of it. A seraded knife lay on the alter as well as a bowl made of bronze full of at least a 2 day old blood. Other small nicknacks scattered the top of the alter, offerings most likely but the most prominent figure was a small statue made of wood staring at this figure the realization dawned on you. The room was silent. The earl and his butler simply stood in the doorway as you inspected the room.

You spoke “it’s definitely not satanic but it’s not Hellenic either.”

Ciel was the first to respond “what lead you to conclusion?”

Rather than give away your tell you continue. “We’ll first of all lots of religions use symbols but hellenic Greece wasn’t one of them, and second the Hellenic world wasn’t big on human sacrifice.” Turning to face him he looks bored like he’s already a few steps ahead but can’t tell. “But whoever did this clearly was aiming for the attention of not a certain god but a certain someone I’d say.”

“And who might that be?” Sebastian was still silent looming over Ciels shoulder simply watching. Glancing at the symbols once more you finally spoke once more. “Theyre scarficing in hopes of getting my attention.”

“Your attention, and how could that possibly be?” Ciel laughed out his response. Before you could respond Sebastian finally stepped forward.

“My lord if I may (y/n) here became a deity of some sorts to those accused of witchcraft over time. A witch that cursed the land and the people who stole it. The witch who could not be burned I believe is the title they bestowed upon her.”

“Thanks for the exposition Sebastian” sarcasm laced in every word you spoke.

“Let me get this straight this is the second human sacrifice we’ve discovered so far and it’s all thanks to you.” Ciell didn’t know wether be disgusted or impressed.

“To be clear I have never once asked for a human sacrifice on anyone who made a deal with me. I’m not exactly sure what prompted this but whoever did this is dangerous more dangerous than me or him.” You say gesturing to Sebastian.

“More dangerous than two demons?” Ciels response was cocky his way of sayingI have to demons under my command and no one can stop me.

“Demons do not go around killing for the sake of fun contrary to popular belief. There are rule at play that we all must follow. Those rules don’t apply to human. You of all people should know what humans are capable of.”

He simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest “ and how do you propose we find this witch”

“My best guess check local apothecary’s and herbalist shops. There’s what looks like the leftover blossoms of detura in the alter bowl and that really only can be cultivated in north and South America.”

“How exactly is a herboligist going to help”

“Detura is a highly dangerous nightshade meant to represent demons and nightfall buuuuttt the kicker is it can only be harvested natively in souther parts of the North American continent. It’s very poisoness and very hard to cultivate. However the plant is a well known hallucigen with the right amount of it I bet you your Witch drugged the victim as well that probably why no one reported a disturbance since if the victim was to high to scream no one would have noticed.” Ciel didn’t respond right away rather content on thinking the whole crime scene through.

It’s such a waste to see a human life taken so early they didn’t tell me wether the victim was male or femal but by the smell of the blood it was a young women in her late teens. Taken to soon by a power hungry witch looking to score a deal.

Ciels voice cut through the air breaking the papble silence

“Sebastian, how many apothecary’s and herbalist shops are there in the radius of the two murders.”

“There are percicly two apothecary’s and one herbologist with radius of the two murders, my lord”

“I’d start there if I were you as well as confirm if the victims actually have the drug in their system. The only thing I just don’t understand is why is there so much blood”

“ I believe the victims throats where cut”

“No shit Sherlock but this knife clearly isn’t the murder weapon” you say as you gesture to the one on the alter

“ and what exactly leads you to believe that”

“Although it might have blood on it it’s steraded whatever was used was sharp and I mean very sharp although a seraded knife has just the same effect one with a plain sharp edge is gonna cause more damage, a seraded knife would have left blood all over the wall and who ever did this.”

Before responding Ciel sighed knowing this conversation meant a trip to the one person he always dreaded collecting information from. He pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed by the notion before speaking.

“I suppose this means we must pay the undertaker a visit.”

“Indeed my lord”

“Does this mean we have to get back in that carriage cause I think im gonna vomit if i have to ride in one of those again” Sebastian merely chuckled but Ciel had a genuine curriostity in his eyes.

“How do people get around without carriages where you’re from?”

“They have cars and buses and bikes, that are not made out of ply wood from Home Depot.” Although slightly perplexed by your vernacular Ciel got the idea.

“Are you implying that everyone has an automobile in the future?”

“Well I mean not everyone has one but most people do, shit you can get a hunker junker that just barely runs off facebook market place for like a few hundred bucks. And yeah I know like a few hundred dollars is quite a lot now but trust me in the future that ain’t shit.” He simply stared at you like you were speaking an entirely diffrent language but deep down you knew he probably understood what you just said.

“Yeah inflations a bitch” before he could respond Sebastian cleared his throat and directed you out of the bloodstained room and out of the rundown town house. Climbing back in the carriage for a short ride down the street and around the corner to and even more rundown building with a large sign out front marked UNDERTAKER.

I seriously don’t remember all of London looking so old and run down.

Existing the carriage once more Sebastian hold the door open for both you and Ciel to enter the rickety crack shack this place seemed to be. A small set of bells jiggled on the door to alert when someone has entered the shop. Immediately upon entering you noticed a certain air about the place not just the putridee smell of fermedihyde but the power radiating off one of the coffins and the uneasy it brought about. Your stomach churned in a way unfamiliar to you in ages. A sort of fear, surely Sebastian felt it to yet he remained unfazed.

Ciel called out “Undertaker are about?” A chuckle came from one of the coffins before the lid slide open to reveale what one might assume was an older gentleman although his suspiciously unwrinkled skin and long hair told you otherwise

“I thought I might be due for a visit with you my lord”

“Enough games do you have any useful informations regarding the two bodies of the young women murdered this past week”

Straight to the point I see

The undertaker chuckled once more “Surely you know the price of such precious information my lord.” with every word he spoke your stomach jumped

There is seriously something wrong with this dude

Ciel rolled his eyes “two women are dead and you still insist on seeking form of payment in cheep laughs, Sebastian?”

“My lord I implore you and miss (y/n) to step outside for a moment” Ciel turned to leave but not before the undertaker stepped fully out of the coffin and spoke once more

“No I want one from her” his long black fingernails pointed at you. He was practically frothing at the mouth with anticipation.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yes you deary surely you know a good laugh.” Sebastian stepped in between you to before he could make anymore advances.

“I apolgize but she simply isn’t the comical type” in attempt to stay “proper” while out and about in public with the earl you had reframed from swearing to offensively but throwing caution to the wind with this one you respond.

“The fuck Im not” In an instant your outburst had the undertaker giggling like a school girl. “Correct me if Im wrong but you’re the one who’s had a stick up your tight ass since I got here plus let’s be honest Sebastian you’ve never really been the stand up type. I don’t even thing you could squeeze a laugh out of that tight ass cunt of yours if you tried. I happen to thing im the funniest mother fucker in this whole damn city” With every word the Undertakers laughed grew and grew to the point you thought you might go deaf. Sending Sebastian a wink at the end of your little rant resulted in nothing but death glares from him and a mortified stare from Ciel. After nearly keeling over in cardiac arrest the undertakers laughed died down and he seemed ready to talk.

“You’ve got yourself quite the comedian there Sebastian, be sure not lose her.” The undertakers deemner seemed to change from one of foolishness to that of stone cold seriousness. “So you wanna know about the girls eh? They both came to me in quite rough shape but I stitched them up real good” before Ciel could speak up you stepped in

“Was the slices in their throats clean”

“Oh yes quite if I do say so myself. Any deeper and their heads would have come right off.” He made a gesture to his neck as he did so.

“Did you happen to look at the contents of their stomach during the autopsy’s?”

“You seem to know your stuff deary, You lookin for something in particular”

“Yes, did you happen to notice any half digested plant based matueral like a flower of some sorts”

“I did notice an odd white flower in both of their stomachs” his answer was short as he thought about it more and more.

“Can you resonably asume a cause of death”

“If it were me id say it was the big slathes in their throats,hehehehe” the smile crept back onto his face.

There is no way this freak was human

You turn to Ciel to see if he had any other questions for the mad man but he simply thanked him and we were on our way. The carriage ride back to the manor was near dead silent Sebastian had taken off to interview the shops and hopefully find a description of our suspect.

Ciel spoke breaking the nauseating awkward silence.

“Do you truly believe that the one sacrificing these girls is doing it to gain your attention.” He sounded skeptical.

“I’d like to say no, but the answer unfortunately was yes.”

“And what exactly lead you to this conclusion.”

“Back in the day when “witches” were more or less hunted for sport in America I became some what of a legend. I would make deals with certain people I’d give them power in exchange for something. I assume that’s what this ding bat is trying to do but clearly they just can’t get it right.”

“So she is going about killing innocent girls for nothing”

“Basically, never once has a spell designed to summon me ever required a human sacrifice I mean that’s like down right barbaric.”

He ignored you sentiment.

“What exactly did you take on exachage for power.”

“I wanted access to their minds. Yah know poke around see what happening in there.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah usually I loved seeing what made people tick.”

“Surely you did more than poke around in there.”

“Oh I mean I definitely took more but to quite honest that’s not your concern”

“I beg to differ you did poke around in my head, without my permission I might add.” Irritation crept into his voice.

“That’s how the game works, it’s not my fault you don’t know the rules.”

“How was I supposed to know the rules.”

“Honey listen I’m literally a being that is designed to create chaos across the universe why would I tell you the rules for a game you didn’t know you were playing. If anything Sebastian should have warned you.”

He muttered under his breath something about curse that blasted demon. Yet he gave no response.

“It’s sad yah know, what happened to you.”

“I do not need pity from a bloody demon of all things.”

“Ouch and I just can’t help but think how you may have turned out if you got me instead of him.” You through a finger behind you to gesture losing to the direction you left Sebastian.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He was seething.

“We’ll first things first I wouldn’t have taken your soul I have no interest in dealing souls, and honestly I wouldn’t have even charged you for my services I can’t stand those who take advantage of other especially children.”

“Good to know, I’ll have to remember that for next time.” His sarcastic response hurt but you understood where he was coming from.

“He cares yah know, about you”

“Demons don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

“And who told you that?”

“Sebastian.”

“They’re complex creatures it’s not as simple as caring and not caring. Think of them as apex carnivore if you will. They fill the simple nich of population control but they still care about the ones close to them.”

His eyes drift from the window to you lazily. “Do you honestly believe that.”

“Do you honestly believe that you deserved what happened to you simply because you’re born of nobility” the question hit him like a dagger through the heart. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. He looked down at the ground before speaking once more.

“I believe I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, The Queen’s Guard Dog my purpose is to follow her orders and nothing more.”

“Ciel do you seriously have your head so far up your ass that heel to a monarch that cares nothing for you. A monarch that stands for centuries of corruption, salvery, colonialism. A monarch that sees you as just another one of her pawns in big imperialistic society. Don’t let her turn you into some noble pig.”

He was silent still looking out the window mulling over your words.

“It’s just a thought but you can be your own person.”

Choosing to bypass your slander towards the British government he moved on.

“You’re living in your parents shadow. You don’t have to be what your father was. You don’t have to….” You trailed off debating if starting this argument was even worth it but your conscience got the better of you.

Sebastian gonna kill me for this one.

“I don’t have to what?” His words were pointed like he was ready to hit you over the head with that cane no matter your answer.

“You don’t have to avenge them. Sometimes the dead are better off dead and more blood shed is never the answer.”

Your eyes met and you saw a fire a fire you’d only ever saw in Sebastian when he is really really mad at you.

“It is my duty to avenge them my responsibility and I will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. Do you understand witch” his words stuck deep in your gut. Your eyes changed in an instant and the carriage lurched forward to a stop. You threw the door open and before anything rash could happen you saw Sebastian waiting exspectantly by the front door.

“Get your fucking kid under control.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You turn to Ciel “tell him what you just called me.” Ciel was silent his blue eyes shown with pride. “A witch” you reeled your hand back to teach the kid a lesson but Sebastian grabbed your arm before you could do so.

“Im gonna burn you at the stake and see how you feel about it 3 centuries later.” You yanked your arm from Sebastian’s grasp before taking off down the rode you just came from.

“And where exactly are you going?” Sebastian called.

“Out I’m going out!” Pulling the vape from you bra you pulled a big hit and blew it in their direction and ended that sign off with two middle fingers held high.

So here you found yourself in a filthy pub drinking beer that’s somehow weak but also shitty.

“What’s a lady like you doing in a place like this.” You look up to be met with a head full of fire engine red hair that practically touched the floor and sharp green eyes slightly hidden behind square cut glasses.

“What’s it to you”

“Well women to women it’s not often you find pretty faces in such a dingy establishment.”

“Okay we’ll then women to women what exactly are you doing in this fine establishment.”

“Oh yah know this and that. To be completely frank dear I’m here on overtime.”

“Overtime you say and what is it exactly that you do.”

“Knows where’s the fun if I just tell you.” Her voice was full of curiosity like crow presented with a new puzzle. She formally introduced her self as Grell Stucliff and right off the bat you knew what she was that didn’t stop you from conversing from her though.

“So tell me Grell if you’re supposed to be out their collecting souls what are you doing in here.”

“Well they’re a tiny detail I’ve neglected to mention.” She fiddled with hands refusing eye contact.

“And what’s that sugar.” She was different than most you’ve met in a while. Not afraid of exspressing herself. She didn’t hid behind stock exspressions or social norms as many did of this time.

“I was sort of sent here looking for you.”

“Me?” You said and you crossed your legs and leaned forward to look her in the eyes.

“Yes well the administration had informed me of a demon who seamed to be messing with the timeline.”

“The timeline? Did little ol me cause y’all some trouble” although your voice seemed ingenue you knew messing with timelines was a big no no so big in fact you could be exacuted over it. She seemed to snap out of her nervous behavior to something more relaxed.

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal anyways. They’re always fussing over this and that these days. Tell me you’re a demon right.”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

“You would happen to know another demon names Sebastian would you.”

Desciding to play a game you tapped your chin and pretending to think

“Hmmm? Sebastian you said?”

“Oh yes Bassy has the most beautiful amber eyes, and gorgeous raven hair OH and theirs that little brat that always follows him around.”

“OH that Sebastian, yeah I know him.”

“Does he ever talk about me.” She brought ther thumb to her lips in a coy manor.

“Hmm I don’t think he’s ever mentioned a lovely lady like you. But then again who actually listens to what he has to say.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall realizing the time. Although you couldn’t hear it with all the noise in the room you felt Sebastian pull the door open to the pub and make a b-line towards where you and grell had situated in the back booth.

He came to stand right in front of your table wordlessly observing the two of you. Grell had yet to take notice of him to imfuated with the story she was telling you. You sat cross legged one arm over the back of the booth practically around grell she took no mind though. She followed your gaze to the demon infront of you.

“Oh bassy fancy seeing you in place like this.”

“I’ve come to collect (y/n).”

Grell leaned back in her seat and into your side where your hand went to wrap around her shoulder she was slouched slightly since she was quite a bit taller than you.

“No I think I’m good right here.”

“Do not be a fool we are leaving.” Sebastian seemed mad, Ciel must have told him what you said in the carriage that or suddenly he can read minds.

“You heard what the lady said she’s not leaving” Grells voice filled the crowded space. On a normal day she might have been needlessly flirting with Sebastian. However today the girl code called for her to not leave her new friends side.

“I do not believe I was addressing you Mr.Sutcliff.” You turned you head to look at Grell she had a sort of sadness in her eyes when Sebastian addressed her as Mr. In the few short hours you spent here talking with her you learned a thing or two. Firstly her favorite color was red, she was the only lady grim reaper and lastly, she 100% identified as a women. Even though you were at least attempting to repair your relationship with him you to have always been hot and cold rather than one or the other so you chose to fight.

“I’m not going ANYWHERE until you apologize to her.”

Sebastian face contorted into one of disgust and confusion.

“I’m sorry whatever do you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“On the contrary I do not.”

“Ms.Sutcliff, not Mr.Stucliff” if you hadn’t been glaring daggers into Sebastian you may just have missed the stars in Grells eyes.

Sebastian sighed before pinching the bridge if his nose and speaking “I don’t apologize Ms.Sutcliff”

“See was that so hard.”

Pulling your arm out from behind Grell you turned to her as you stand.

“We’ll see yah around sugar let me know if you need a partner in crime. You know where I’m staying.” And with a wink you and Sebastian were off. Grell sat there stunned before a certain two toned hair reaper entered the pub looking for her.

………………

Back at the manor Sebastian lead you into Ciels study.

“I see you’re back from galvanting about, while you were off pouting we have compromised a short list of suspects and we were wondering if you could identify any of these names.” You snatched the paper out of his hand and took a look. Only a short list of 5 names was there and none stood out except for one.

How is that possible?

Your eyes widened in realization.

“Sterling Pines”

“Does that name ring a bell” ciel asked

“Yeah sorta but only the last name. I think I honestly know her descendants and that would mean that family has a long line of messing with things that shouldn’t be messed with.”

Ciel reached down and pulled out a file from the stack on the desk.

“Sterling Pines seems to have immigrated here from America of all places. She is 29 years old has a husband and son she left behind in America.” Ciel looked at you excpetantly.

“Knowing her descendants and let’s just say they have a history of messing with dream demons, she definitely not an actual witch.”

“So just a human prentending they are something they are not.”

“Yeah seems like there are a lot of those around here.” Sebastian hand fell on your shoulder squeezing to say watch it.

“So how exactly do you know her descendants?” He questioned leaning forward in his desk chair to rest his embows on the desk.

“That’s doesn’t matter what matters is we have her name so that means we can find her.”

“And how exactly do you propose we do that? It’s not like I can send Sebastian out to search the entire city” you smile turning to Sebastian with a glint of mischief in your eye.

“I think I know someone. You don’t happen to have one of those ancient telephones do you. I happen to have her number.” Grell had given you her number at the bar partly in hopes of seeing Sebastian again and also just because she’s taken a liking to you. Sebastian lead you out the office to the phone.

“I do hope you don’t plan to call that reaper he can be quite a nuisance.”

“I happen to think SHE is wonderful.”

Rubbing your first finger and thumb together you produced a spark and touched the telephone wire. Come on did you really think a regular old telephone could reach a reaper. The phone rang twice before

“Hello” was heard.

“Grell? Hey sugar it’s me I was just wondering if you could do me a little favor.” Your eyes meet Sebastian’s his was clearly annoyed by the thought of even consulting a reaper.

“Well I suppose that depends on what that favor is.”

“I just need help finding someone and you reapers are quite good at that aren’t you?”

“Well of course we’re deadly efficient” you could practically hear her posing over the phone. “Who might you be looking for exactly?”

“Oh just some wanna be named Sterling Pines. Does the name ring a bell?”

“It does I believe I collected her last victim just the other night, oh that girl was such a pretty young thing even more beautiful painted in all that red.”

“Oh really would you be able to tell us where Sterling is hauled up right now.”

You could hear papers rustling over the phone as feel searched for the info.

“Unfortunately not dear, it seems she somehow able to avoid even us. It seems we don’t even have record of her here.”

“Damn well thanks for the help”

Sebastian’s eye twitched as rather than hang up the phone you stood against the wall and started to gab on and on with Grell about this and that. It only went on for so long before he reached up and held down the button on the reserver severing the connection.

“Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation yah know!”

He smiled “and now it over.”

“When you took that kid on as your latest passion project did he also provide the stick up your ass every morning or did you take that upon yourself.”

His smile faultered and his eyes became slits.

“You have quite the mouth on you these days”

“”You have quite the mouth on you these days” you mocked “and just when I thought we’re bonding your a tight ass and I HAVE a tight ass”

“You are going to have to have some serious retraining if you continue to act in such a manor”

“Retraining what are you gonna do spank me? Your so full of it and just when I thought you cared”

“I suppose if that’s what’s required”

“Good god you are SO full of it”

“God is not here my dear”

“Yeah yeah whatever. I guess we’re gonna have to find this witchy bitch the good old fashioned way.”

“And what do you suppose that is”

“magic”

Husk's secret weapon

26 Ways of Taking You: A for Aphrodisiac

Summary: On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

Notes: ~2.2k words, GUYS! I finally wrote a fic that wasn't below 500 or above 5,000 words, it just doesn't need any random side characters... or a definitive plot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, dubious consent, sex pollen, aphrodisiac (duh), porn without plot, unprotected sex (get tested yearly guys), P in V, no foreplay just straight fucking, Dream is a red flag but he's my red flag. I am willing to die on that hill.

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“A temple of Aphrodite?” You question as you walk through the marbled entrance. The overwhelming smell of roses fills your senses and the honks of swans disappear as you cross into the building.

Morpheus follows closely behind. The drizzle of rain seemingly bounces off his coat and hair leaving him dry like the Sahara. On the other hand, you, the poor human with no otherworldly affiliations, were soaked to the bone. Your light jacket and sundress stuck to your skin until it became itchy and you quickly take off your jacket to dry easier in the momentary shelter. 

You miss the way Morpheus stares at your exposed shoulders and legs. His eyes run up and down your body, to the way the dress sticks to you like a second skin.

“Aphrodite loved Ares, unlike her vowed husband. But such is the game of gods.” Morpheus explains and peels his eyes away from you. 

You lean on a large pillar that supports a large brazier, one of many others. The heat helps you warm up and the shivers slowly leave your body as it dries your clothes. 

“So, Ares is… here?” You say without much confidence.

When the fates set you out on this quest to find your brother, you hadn’t even packed your lunch yet. They just threw you to the wind and then gave you Morpheus as a guide. As for him, it was so “He could get out of the house more” as his older sister has explained it to you. 

So, here you were, soaked in summer rain and sharing conversation with Dream of the Endless on a quest to find your kidnapped brother - all of which happened since this morning. The everything bagel and cream cheese you had for breakfast sat uncomfortably in your stomach, the same stomach that was screaming at you to eat something as your journey had left you to skip the midday meal. 

“Ares is behind this gate created by Aphrodite,” Dream sighs as if he were spelling out the obvious. “Yes, it is a possibility.”

You simply roll your eyes. For someone who is almost infinitely older than you, he certainly didn’t act like it. Feeling warmer and dry you started exploring the temple, running your fingers across the divots in the carved stone much like the climbing ivy that decorated the walls. 

At the end of the temple stood a magnificent statue of Aphrodite herself, wrapped in cloth and her hair flowing in the wind. Beneath her pedestal, you could make out a rectangular outline made out of large roses. 

“Hey! The door!” You exclaim in excitement. As much as you hate to admit it, Morpheus was right. He usually was right but you’d rather keep that comment to yourself, in case the ego inflates any more of his head and he drifts off. Which, would unfortunately leave you on your own to solve these puzzles. 

Morpheus appears behind you, peering over your shoulder at the door. 

“Seems like a hidden mechanism. It would be wise to not touc-”

You press your palm onto the center of the door and it gives away to the pressure of it. 

“You fool!” Morpheus seethes out and you tense. 

It seems like a trap, now that you think about it. With bated breath you wait, slowly inching yourself closer to Morpheus in hopes that the King of Dreams may be able to protect you if something were to go wrong. 

Yet, nothing. 

The door slides back into place, the sound of marble against marble scraping against each other in the otherwise completely quiet sanctuary. The quiet atmosphere stays peaceful for a few seconds but ends when a yelp escapes you when the roses suddenly go into full bloom, the petals giving a “floosh” right in your face, its sweet pollen dusting both of your bodies. You stare wide-eyed at it waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing did, you let out a sigh of relief and turn to Dream with a smile. 

“See, nothing to worry about.” You shrug with your palms facing upwards. The two of you stare back as a golden engraving appears on the door. 

“One from two, enter together.” You read out loud while trying to dust off the shimmering pollen, sneezing when some enter your nose instead. 

Great, a riddle but nothing comes to your mind as you think. Morpheus glares at you still and his eyes drift down to the palm that touched the door. 

“Your hand is glowing,” He states. 

You look down at your open palm and panic. The skin is bright pink and as Morpheus has stated, glowing. You scream at your hand and shake it aggressively. When the glowing still doesn’t reside you scream again and face the palm towards Morpheus’ face and shake it aggressively to grab his attention. 

“Enough,” He commands and grabs your wrist. The grip is stern but it doesn’t hurt and the warmth of his skin calms you down. 

It is now that you realize that the skin doesn’t actually hurt. There’s no burning sensation or pins or needles, nothing. Morpheus takes a closer look at your hand and you can feel the exhale of his breath fanning your palm. It tickles and you try to pull away, but his grip doesn’t relent. 

“What? Do you see something?” You ask, your other hand is clenched in on itself as a way of grounding yourself. 

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer and instead brings his face closer. A sound that you didn’t know you could produce comes out from your throat as you feel the warm, slick feeling of his tongue on your palm. 

“Wha..mm” Your words fall short and he licks again and a whimper leaves your lips. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply.

He brings your hand to his cheek and leans into it. When you release your hand and he lets you, you see that your glowing mark has smeared to his cheek. You come in closer, nervous about marking the Endless but he stops you again. He peers at you, all silver gone from his eyes and instead blown pupils pull you deep into their voids. 

His hands find themselves around your waist and you place your hands on his chest to stop him from invading any more of your space. It doesn’t and he advances still. His brooding act doesn’t help with voicing whatever he could possibly be thinking. 

“Hey, what’s gotten into you,” You release a moan at the end when he presses his nose to the junction of your neck. The hot breath released from his mouth had your lower regions start to grow hot and slick. 

When his tongue licks the length of your neck, your fingers grasp desperately at the lapels of his jacket, holding on tight as your knee buckle beneath you. Morpheus smelled like grass after a summer thunderstorm and he stood sturdy like an old oak tree. 

You whisper his name and his grip tightens more, bruising and unforgiving. 

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.” 

Of course, Aphrodisiac, named after the goddess Aphrodite, the very goddess you are trying to please and solve her riddle. The thought crosses your mind momentarily but it is quickly cut short by Morpheus’ continued administration. The pink stain spreads further on Morpheus, anywhere and everywhere you touch him. Your cheek was pink as well, where he touched yours and markings of his tongue glowed pink as he continued his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. 

“Oh, gods,” You moan into his hair as he dives deeper towards your chest. Your body is turning hot and you can’t tell if it’s just the aphrodisiac or the way he is touching you. Perhaps it’s neither, perhaps it’s both. Either way, you can’t stop the sounds that escape your lips. 

He presses forward and you step back until your back hits the pedestal and Morpheus’ large frame follows, trapping you between a rock and a harder place. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hot and heavy and begging to be released. 

With restraint, Morpheus pulls back and pants into your neck. Your own breath was ragged, your tongue felt heavy when you speak. 

“Please,” You whisper, your hands travel down his chest, pink smearing along his black shirt, and cup his erection. 

He looks at you now, eyes peering into your soul asking you if you really did want this. You nod, not trusting your voice for a second time. 

“Say it,” He commands again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it,” He whispers in a plea. 

You tip your head up and respond with the strength you have left. “Yes,” You murmur against his lips, barely brushing yours with his own. 

He seals the deal with a kiss and hands once again go to your waist. He grabs you, hoisting you up and your legs immediately wrap themselves around his lean torso. You impatiently grind your heat into his as he dips his hands below your dress line and moves your undergarments to the side. 

It was rushed, it was sloppy and it was nowhere near romantic, yet you’ve never felt so much excitement. No one was near but the peering gaze of the daunting Aphrodite statue made you feel exposed. Morpheus doesn’t bother to warm you up for him and the heat of his cock presses against your cunt. He pushes forward and it stings. Tears swell in your eyes at the intrusion, his cock splitting you open as he sets a rhythmic pace. 

“Forgive me, forgive me,” He chants into your ear but the words fly in one ear and out the other. The pleasure the Dream Lord was giving you more important and present in your mind. 

Your hand reaches into his hair and grabs onto his roots. A groan sings from his throat and you can’t help it when your lips connect to his Adam’s apple. You leave bruising kisses along his neck and continuously feel the vibrations of his moans, each one low and gritty. 

Morpheus felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t quickly finish the two of you off. His body felt like it was on fire and his head pounded in his skull with ideologies of fucking you until you were nothing but a pile of pleasure. When your nails grip his shoulders, he welcomes the pain and bites down on your collarbone to suppress his wanton moans. 

You were too sweet for him, a type of innocence that he didn’t want to taint. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that he did it without him even knowing. The aphrodisiac completely consumes the two of you. He loved it, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, your grip on his hair, your moans filling the space and echoing around the temple, but were not his to take. 

“More, more, more,” You moan, head thrown back towards the ceiling and he couldn’t deny you the pleasure.

His thrusts become ferocious, slamming into you harder and harder until you were just a babbling mess in front of him. Your words range from his name to curses to simple pleas. The contractions of your cunt spasming around him make him falter for a moment but he presses on. When your orgasm reaches you, your scream is muffled by his open mouth kiss. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven before he finishes as well and you feel the way his cock pulses within you. His semen drips out of your spent hole and mixes with your release on the polished marble floor. 

Your body deflates as the orgasm finishes and you’re left panting and leaning on Morpheus as your thighs tremble around his waist. The door behind you opens with an ungodly scrapping sound and you look behind you. Lust was still evident in your eyes but you were pulled back to the real world again. 

The aphrodisiac wore off and a blush rose high into your cheeks. You push against Morpheus’ chest not wanting to be in his space, asking him to put you down, but quickly realize that it was a bad idea when your knees buckle and you start to fall. 

Morpheus grabs onto you to steady you and you murmur a thanks, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. The aphrodisiac has made you look at Morpheus in a different light, but there were more important matters at hand. You take one steady breath and readjust your underwear and dress, Morpheus releases his grip on your arms as you go to turn towards the open door. 

Beyond the door is nothing but darkness with a slight wind blowing out towards you and the smell of metal and leather comes into your nose. Before you can go, Morpheus’ fingers wrap around your arm again. 

“Should we… talk about it?” He asks in that low voice of his. 

You look back at him, somehow finding the confidence to look at him in the eyes. You find that they are full of adoration and passion that it turns your eyes downwards again. You’ve heard the rumors of what it means to be the lover to Dream of the Endless. It is rainbows and butterflies, the world at the edge of your fingertips, but one wrong move, and you are cast away like you were less than nothing. You think of Nada, Queen of the First People, who is still condemned to Hell for declining his promise to make her queen of the Dreaming. 

It’s too much, you have your brother to save, and there is no room to talk about love. 

“Later,” You say instead. You still need his help and if the promise of ‘later’ keeps him around long enough until the end of your quest, then so be it. 

“Very well. Later,” He repeats then follows you into the realm of Ares.

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I love foils. So, here's a collection of similarities between Vox and Alastor!

The classic angry table clawing - everyone knows that one:

Smiling for heightened control and influence (and smiling through annoyance):

The [demonic shock] [slow head turn] [extra filtered voice] "haha, what did you [just] say?" scenes:

These scenes, at the beginning and end of Stayed Gone:

Depicting themselves as a member of a religious institution to vie for the audience's trust: