calren & cýliane » kiss in a dream
Story: RPG storyverse (Canon I guess?)
Genre: no idea what this is supposed to be tbh
Rating: 18+
Characters: Calren & fool_with_dream's Cýliane
Challenge: this challenge with tons of kissing prompts (stolen from unpolar)
CN: Recurring dreams of murder by asphyxiation/choking (very graphic), kissing, enemies who genuinely hate eachother but also kinda wanna fuck, mentions of ~sin~ and ~purity~, mentions of masturbation
Author's Note: Leave it to my new favorite enemies to lovers enemies who fuck ship to make even the most innocent prompt really unhinged somehow, ayyy [insert standard disclaimer about how I cannot be held responsible in case I absolutely butchered Cýliane’s character] Uhm, yeah. Absolutely cannot get these two out of my head, they’ve been living in there rent-free ever since Soph came up with this plot idea revolving around them last year :’) Enjoy <3
kiss in a dream
In your dreams, you wrap your hands around her neck and choke her to death.
No matter the dream, it always ends like this: You’re squeezing the life out of her, hands - human hands - crushing her throat, and she’s grinning at you all the while, grinning as she suffocates, grinning until she takes her last breath and her face goes slack, and you keep squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until you’re sure she can’t start breathing again. Then you pass out, too, collapsing on top of her lifeless body.
You always wake up gasping for air, as if her breath in your dreams were inextricably tied to yours in reality. You always wake up remembering so clearly; remembering the softness of her skin and the whiteness of her teeth, remembering the way her lips move right at the beginning in an attempt to form words you will never allow her to speak, and the way her eyes glaze over at the very end, staring into nothingness, right at you and through you at the same time.
You always wake up ashamed -
Not because you dream of killing her. But because you enjoy it.
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You know something has changed when her lips move in a different way. This time, it’s not just a hopeless gasp, like usual; there’s a raspy noise coming out of her throat, the sound of words trying to form underneath the strong grip of your hands.
Startled, you blink at her. She never speaks once you start choking her; it’s an unwritten rule of the dream, and seeing her behave differently unsettles you for some reason, even though you’re not fully aware that you’re dreaming right now, not consciously thinking about how this encounter is supposed to go.
»… What?« You raise one hand to sign the question, and it gives her just enough freedom to take one desperate breath, just enough time to choke out one sentence.
»Kiss me, angel.«
The words reverberate in the space between the two of you, the air suddenly heavy with intriguing implications, and you stop in your tracks.
Kiss me, angel.
You only realize that you have loosened your grip further when she speaks again: »If you’re going to keep killing me in your fucking dreams over and over and over again …« The words come out much clearer now, but her voice still low and hoarse. »… at least do my dream self the courtesy of one last angry kiss every now and then.«
And there it is again. That terrible, terrible grin. Wordlessly asking you to keep doing what you’re doing. Provoking you into even more violence, more sin, more than you ever thought yourself capable of. That’s the thing about Cýliane: Not only does she bring out your deepest, darkest thoughts and encourages you to be the absolute worst version of yourself you could possibly be, but she also gets off on it - on knowing she can make you lose control like that.
Nevertheless, your grip around her neck tightens again, and you dive in to seal her lips with yours, just like she asked. Even though you hate to admit it, she’s right: In your dreams, you can do to her whatever you want. If killing is perfectly fine with your subconscious, why should kissing be off the table?
You have been craving both of these things for quite a while now, anyway, and you can't have either of them in reality. No point in sacrificing your desires for the sake of purity even in this absurd world your own mind creates while you’re asleep, right?
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It’s not the first time you wake up with a familiar hardness between your legs after that kind of dream. In fact, you do most of the time, and you can’t quite tell whether it’s in spite of the dream or because of the dream.
It is the first time you can’t help but follow up on it, though. Even if it feels dirty, dirtier than anything you have ever done before, and not necessarily in a good way.
When you close your eyes, you can see Cýliane's lips curving into a condescending smile, and between your own barely suppressed moans that begin to fill the silence in your room, you can hear her taunting voice in your head: Needed some affection with your violence to push you over the edge? Of course you did. So predictable. Almost boring … if it weren't funny as hell.
Genre: no idea what this is supposed to be tbh
Rating: 18+
Characters: Calren & fool_with_dream's Cýliane
Challenge: this challenge with tons of kissing prompts (stolen from unpolar)
CN: Recurring dreams of murder by asphyxiation/choking (very graphic), kissing, enemies who genuinely hate eachother but also kinda wanna fuck, mentions of ~sin~ and ~purity~, mentions of masturbation
Author's Note: Leave it to my new favorite enemies to lovers enemies who fuck ship to make even the most innocent prompt really unhinged somehow, ayyy [insert standard disclaimer about how I cannot be held responsible in case I absolutely butchered Cýliane’s character] Uhm, yeah. Absolutely cannot get these two out of my head, they’ve been living in there rent-free ever since Soph came up with this plot idea revolving around them last year :’) Enjoy <3
kiss in a dream
In your dreams, you wrap your hands around her neck and choke her to death.
No matter the dream, it always ends like this: You’re squeezing the life out of her, hands - human hands - crushing her throat, and she’s grinning at you all the while, grinning as she suffocates, grinning until she takes her last breath and her face goes slack, and you keep squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until you’re sure she can’t start breathing again. Then you pass out, too, collapsing on top of her lifeless body.
You always wake up gasping for air, as if her breath in your dreams were inextricably tied to yours in reality. You always wake up remembering so clearly; remembering the softness of her skin and the whiteness of her teeth, remembering the way her lips move right at the beginning in an attempt to form words you will never allow her to speak, and the way her eyes glaze over at the very end, staring into nothingness, right at you and through you at the same time.
You always wake up ashamed -
Not because you dream of killing her. But because you enjoy it.
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You know something has changed when her lips move in a different way. This time, it’s not just a hopeless gasp, like usual; there’s a raspy noise coming out of her throat, the sound of words trying to form underneath the strong grip of your hands.
Startled, you blink at her. She never speaks once you start choking her; it’s an unwritten rule of the dream, and seeing her behave differently unsettles you for some reason, even though you’re not fully aware that you’re dreaming right now, not consciously thinking about how this encounter is supposed to go.
»… What?« You raise one hand to sign the question, and it gives her just enough freedom to take one desperate breath, just enough time to choke out one sentence.
»Kiss me, angel.«
The words reverberate in the space between the two of you, the air suddenly heavy with intriguing implications, and you stop in your tracks.
Kiss me, angel.
You only realize that you have loosened your grip further when she speaks again: »If you’re going to keep killing me in your fucking dreams over and over and over again …« The words come out much clearer now, but her voice still low and hoarse. »… at least do my dream self the courtesy of one last angry kiss every now and then.«
And there it is again. That terrible, terrible grin. Wordlessly asking you to keep doing what you’re doing. Provoking you into even more violence, more sin, more than you ever thought yourself capable of. That’s the thing about Cýliane: Not only does she bring out your deepest, darkest thoughts and encourages you to be the absolute worst version of yourself you could possibly be, but she also gets off on it - on knowing she can make you lose control like that.
Nevertheless, your grip around her neck tightens again, and you dive in to seal her lips with yours, just like she asked. Even though you hate to admit it, she’s right: In your dreams, you can do to her whatever you want. If killing is perfectly fine with your subconscious, why should kissing be off the table?
You have been craving both of these things for quite a while now, anyway, and you can't have either of them in reality. No point in sacrificing your desires for the sake of purity even in this absurd world your own mind creates while you’re asleep, right?
+
It’s not the first time you wake up with a familiar hardness between your legs after that kind of dream. In fact, you do most of the time, and you can’t quite tell whether it’s in spite of the dream or because of the dream.
It is the first time you can’t help but follow up on it, though. Even if it feels dirty, dirtier than anything you have ever done before, and not necessarily in a good way.
When you close your eyes, you can see Cýliane's lips curving into a condescending smile, and between your own barely suppressed moans that begin to fill the silence in your room, you can hear her taunting voice in your head: Needed some affection with your violence to push you over the edge? Of course you did. So predictable. Almost boring … if it weren't funny as hell.