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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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The First Corruption pt. 1 ~Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) xFem Eve!reader

Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) tempting Eve… Lucifer uses they/them. Perhaps a second part where there is a happy ending…?

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, religious talk, smut, Virgin!reader, fingering, tongue fucking, eating out, corruption kink, praise kink, bondage kink, gagging kink, sex with the devil, etc…

Longer Fic; part 1 of mini series

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The Creator had done many things over the life times of humanity, but the one thing he really messed up on was you. Or as The Creator liked to call you: Eve.

You despised that name. The second you died, you had changed it. And only The Creator and his followers still dared to call you that. You scoffed at the creation story. You were created for Adam for fucks sake. I mean, how sexist was that?? You couldn’t believe that The Creator wouldn’t suspect you to stray.

Especially when the other option was a tempting, tall, blonde, corrupted goddess… You still remember the day vividly… The day your world turned upside down… The day you picked your own side.

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You were in a separate part of the Eden after fighting with Adam. He didn’t trust you to go off without him. What an asshole. You were determined to prove him wrong, so you and stormed off. You were caring for the nature when you sensed a presence watching you.

You weren’t as blind as Adam and The Creator painted you out to be…

“Whose there?” You asked.

A dark, looming presence revealed themselves from the shadows.

“Only me, my dear…” the tall, white cloaked figure purred.

You gulped.

“You’re…” Your voice chocked out, not being able to finish your sentence.

The stunning presence chuckled, “Yes. I am. But you can call me Lucifer.”

The fact that The Creator’s followers still stick with the stupid snake story was such utter bullshit…

You gulped at their being. Your stomach moved around in a new, heated way… Your throat became dry… Your legs trembled, but not out of fear…

“What are you doing here?” you hesitantly asked.

Lucifer made their way closer to you, slowly pining you against the tree you were admiring.

“Well…” they purred into your ear, “I’ve been watching you for some time… and I could help but notice how… unsatisfied, you are…”

You gulped.

Looking back, Luci had been completely right. You were so innocent and unsatisfied before they came into your life…

“I’d like to propose something to you.”

“What…?” You whispered back, intimidated and flushed at their close presence.

“I believe you haven’t been shown how beautiful you truly are. You haven’t been shown true satisfaction and pleasure. Let me show it to you…” she purred into your ear, slightly nipping at your ear.

You breath fled from you.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You naively responded.

Lucifer chuckled, “I know you don’t. So here’s the proposition; Be with me, leave Adam and come with me. Let me own you instead of The Creator and Adam…”

You gulped at this. You considered the tempting, fallen angels proposal.

“Show me…” You spoke in a hushed tone, “Show me what you mean. What it would mean to be owned by you. And then I’ll decide.”

A devilish smirk plastered across Lucifer’s face.

“Deal.”

Lucifer’s eyes shifted at the sight of you and your innocence, they grew darker with lust.

“Be a good girl and sit yourself against this tree…” they instructed you.

The nickname made your body shiver… This all being new and exciting for you. You did as you were told. Lucifer sat himself in between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you inquired.

Lucifer chuckled at your purity, “I’m going to show you what true satisfaction is, Darling…”

Your heart beat started to race at their words.

“What should I do?”

“Nothing, love… just sit back and relax…” Lucifer reassured you.

Lucifer brought their hands down to your thighs, parting them. You gasped at the sensation. They smirked to find your pussy already soaked.

“Your soaked…” Lucifer remarked out aloud.

“I… I don’t understand…” you panted, starting to feel hot.

Lucifer met your needy, innocent eyes.

“You will…”

Lucifer waved their hand, and a pair of vibes came down from the tree. The vines gently grabbed your wrists, bringing them above your head and holding your wrists tightly in place.

“What…?” You breathlessly and dazed self questioned.

“Do you trust me, love?” Lucifer inquired.

“Yes.” You immediately responded, making Lucifer blush and hum in delight.

“Just one more thing…” Lucifer muttered, gering up to grab something and then kneeling back in front of your spread out legs.

“What’s that for?” You inquisitively asked the tall, fallen angel.

Lucifer held a piece of fruit from the tree you had been nurturing mere minutes ago.

“For your mouth, Darling.” Lucifer explained, as they stuffed your mouth with the supple, sweet fruit, “Wouldn’t want the entire cosmos to know who you belong to, now would we?”

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, and Lucifer couldn’t help but giggle at your innocence.

“You’ll see in just a second, my love…” Lucifer purred, bringing her face down to meet your wet cunt.

Your lower body fluttered at the proximity of the winged blonde. You squirmed against your restraints, the pain obvious but you didn’t seem to mind it…

Then all of a sudden, your felt a spasming, overwhelming, hot wave wash over your body. You cried out, the fruit muffling your moan, and clenched your legs instinctually around the fallen angels head. Lucifer moaned in your pussy at your reaction to just one lick of your cunt, sending even more sparks through your body. You mewled in response, tugging at your restraints.

Lucifer looked up at you, “Want me to stop?”

You shook your head desperately, making the Lightbringer grin a devilish grin. They went back to your throbbing pussy, and continued to lap through your folds at a slow and agonizing pace. They now held your thighs spread wide open with their glorious, black wings, so you didn’t crush their head from all your hip jerking at every contact with your touch starved cunt.

You cried out and begged, the restraints making you dizzy in such a delicious way. The fruit, sitting in your mouth and gagging your every cry of pleasure. It was dripping down your chin at this point from your teeth penetrating it’s skin.

God you looked so good being corrupted…

Lucifer began tongue fucking your aching core, adding a finger to your clit. You arched your back at the new sensation, tears streaming down your face. As much as the fruit was muffling your whimpers, mewls, and screams, Lucifer could still very much hear how much pleasure you were getting from this very non-innocent experience.

Your body began getting hotter and hotter, and you felt a tension start to build in every fiber of your being. You desperately tried to tell the glorious, winged being who was eating your cunt out like a starved man. Lucifer registered that you were close, as your walls were fluttering and tightening around her tongue more and more.

“Let go, Darling… Let go for me… Let it wash over you…” Lucifer encouraged you, as they picked up they pace of their tongue fuckings.

You cried out, the fruit gagging you, making you even more dizzy and tension filled. Suddenly, Lucifer sped up her motions on your clit, eliciting a scream from your gagged mouth.

Your whole body seemed to snap in that moment. Your legs shaked relentlessly… Waves of warmth and ecstasy crashed over your whole body… Your back arched against your restraints as your eyes rolled back… Lucifer greedily ate up your cum as you howled in pleasure.

But they didn’t give you any time to come down from your blinding high… Instead, they replaced her tongue, with their finger running through your folds. You yelped and whimpered at your sensitive folds being stimulated even further. Lucifer brought their cum splattered face up to your level, still swirling their finger in your juices.

“Such a good girl…” they praised you, before plunging their finger into your tight, overstimulated pussy.

You cried out in pleasure at their fingers inside your needy and desperate cunt.

“But I don’t think your quite satisfied…” they wickedly purred into your ear, as they thrusted into you.

You shook your head, desperately wanting more.

“Hmmm… Just like I thought…” Lucifer lustfully mused, “Adam could never properly satisfy you, could he?”

At that, Lucifer added another finger into your needy, fluttering cunt. You shook your head relentlessly at their question, making Lucifer smirk. They picked up their pace, thrusting deeper into your core and curling their fingers inside your pussy. Their lips were by your ear, as you cried out in pleasure by their actions.

Tears streamed down your face as you sloppily bucked your hips up to meet their thrusts. Lucifer let out breathy moans and obscenities into your ear, only spurring you on even more… The fruits juices were running down your breasts at this point. Lucifer hungrily gazed at the sight and lowered themselves to your sticky breasts. You groaned at the sight. They greedily licked and sucked all the juices of the fruit off your chest, around your breasts, and off your nipples.

It was all too much. The restraints… The fruit gag… The nipple play… Their dirty words in your ear… Their fingers squelching in and out of your cunt…

This time the orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You screamed in pleasure as it ravished through your body. Your head jolted back in pleasure, slamming against the tree…Your eyes rolled into seeing stars… You wrists squirmed against the vines… Your thighs fought against their wings… Your pussy squirting and clenched all around Lucifer’s fingers.

Lucifer moaned at the designer of you…They helped you down from your second, massive high, leaving you a panting, breathless mess. They gently removed their wings from your thighs, and their fingers from your dripping, sensitive cunt.

“You did so good, my love…” They purred into your ear, untying your wrists from the vines.

All you could do was whine in response. They took out the smushed fruit gag from your mouth, throwing it aside, and clashing their lips into yours. The kiss was a mixture of you, Lucifer, your cum, and the sweet nectar of the fruit gag. You both moaned into the kiss. Lucifer pulled away first, eliciting a whimper from you, causing Lucifer to chuckle at the sight of you.

“So darling, are you satisfied now?”

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded in response. Lucifer couldn’t help but blush at your response.

“Well… Will you be mine then?” They purred, nipping and marking your neck.

“Yes. I’m yours, forever…” you breathlessly moaned, as Lucifer bit into your neck drawing blood.

“Good girl…” they purred, “And let this eternal marking be a reminder of who you belong to…”

It was your turn to blush now.

But your time was cut off all too short that day…

From a distance you both heard Adam looking for you. You panicked, and for the first time noticed your naked body.

“Hey, it’s alright love.” Lucifer comforted you, “I have to go now, but we’ll be together again one day.”

“When?” You asked with a rushed tone, “When will I see you again??”

“Not for a while unfortunately, darling…” Lucifer confessed, sorrow lacing their tone, “But we’ll be together in the end. I must go now.”

As Lucifer got up to leave, you pulled them into one last kiss. It was full of emotion, care, and love. It was promise that you would see each other again one day.

Then Lucifer left. And Adam had found you, against the tree of knowledge with the forbidden fruits juices all over your chest…

Part 2 of Lucifer reuniting with Eve!reader 😏

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writing-fanics · 2 years

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hihihi can i req a morpheus x reader when he gets mad at his wife (reader) for doing something he specifically told her not to? then he gives her silent treatment until she starts crying bc i KNOW that man is not forgiving to people he loves a lot

morpheus x f!reader

a/n: what y/n did is up to you to speculate

“I-I’m sorry.” (Y/n) said, looking down at her hands. Fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. As her husband glared at her with anger in his eyes.

“I specifically, told you not to interfere. Why cant you my own wife listen to me?” He asked, as he glared at his wife.

“I-I only wanted to help.” She said, looking up at her husband for whom she loved dearly.

“I’m not in need of your help.” He says, and he walked closer to her his tall form towering over her.

“I’m not weak like I was after my imprisonment. I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been.” His voice deepened, and she stared into his eyes he was mad at her for interfering.

“Don’t ever interfere again.” He says, her lower lip began to quiver. “I’m sorry.” She said, as quickly backed away and left him alone in the throne room.

Hours passed and (Y/n) was getting ready for bed. When Morpheus entered the bedroom to get something. She turned towards him, “C-Can we talk?” She asked, he didn’t even acknowledge her, “Morpheus, can we please talk about it?” She asked, watching as he ignored her as he got what he needed.

“Love, please talk to me.” She pleaded, walking closer but by the time she reached him he’d already exited the room. Did she really do the wrong thing? Did he hate her now? Was he going to leave her?

So many thoughts rushed through her head. She knew he’s had many past lovers all of them went sour. Was she next?

She didn’t want to be she loved him more than anything. When he asked her to marry her it was the happiest moment in her entire immortal life. Being able to be with the love of her life. He was her dream.

And now for her that all felt like it’s all coming to an end. Falling to the ground tears brimmed her eyes as she cried; hugging her knees to her chest.

As the days went by Morpheus continued to ignore his wife. Was he going a bit too far yes. He’d admit that. But he was letting his ego get the better of him.

“Morpheus, darling. Please talk to me.” She pleaded, and he ignored her not listening as he read through the books. “I-I know I shouldn’t of interfered. But please don’t punish me with your silence.” She begged, while walking up the stairs towards his throne.

“Please, I love you.” Her voice broke as tears rolled down her cheeks. He looked up at her hearing her voice crack. He stayed silent and she looked down, turning around and walking down the stairs.

Sniffling as she exited the throne room. Seeing tears in her eyes broke him, he really messed up. Closing the book in his hands placing it by his throne, he walked down the stairs.

Making his way to their shared bed chambers. He could hear her tiny sniffles as he entered the room, he turned towards the bed.

He saw her curled up figure hiding under the sheets as she cried. He sat down on the bed, “My love,” He said, and she shuffled under the blankets.

“I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.” He says, and she stayed under the blanket. Knowing she was paying him back with the silent treatment he continued.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt my love. I know you’re only trying to help. Even though you’re immortal I can’t bear the sight of seeing you in harms way.” He says, leaning down laying beside her form.

“I’m sorry my love.” He says, lifting up the blanket and he saw her looking at him. Face red and cheeks puffy, wiping away her tears.

“Just talk to me.” She says, and he nods as he went under the blankets with her and held her close to his chest.

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oreosmilkshakes · 2 years

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Once Upon A Dream

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader Fandom: The Sandman Word Count: 2,666 Warnings: Dark Morpheus, light mentions of inappropriate touching, light obsessive behaviour, light violence. A/N: This is a one shot! This is a Hades and Persephone sort of trope, or at least I hopefully did it the right way! Enjoy!!

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To some, dreams are meant to be an escape from reality. To a realm where there are endless possibilities, to live in imaginary worlds where everything is perfect and flawless and to get away from reality’s problems.

To [Name], it’s just that. Everyday, she was thankful to return to the same dream. Lush, green meadows, blooming spring flowers, a small, quaint town with kind people. It brought a smile to [Name]’s face, her heart longed to be in this dream forever but she knew it could never happen.

She met with the residents, the old men and women treated her better than those in the real world. They cared for her, unlike them and she returned the action. [Name] would spend her day in the libraries or visit the town fountain to watch the children play as the sound of their giggles were like music to her ears. She would also wander to the meadows just a short walk away from the town.

However, there was something bugging her all the time. In the far distance sat a mountain. But the mountain was nothing like the town, full of vibrant colours. No, it was dark and everything about it screamed evil. She was hesitant to ask the locals about it, afraid she would not receive the answer she sought for so she kept to herself for the moment. [Name] picked up a flower and rested it on her ear, turning to town and left for it.

[Name] was a curious girl at heart. She wanted to know everything that would peak her curiosity and she figured the library would be the best place. Hence, she would always spend the majority of her time there.

Little did she know, a raven with feathers as dark as the night, perched atop a lamppost, its big eye looking down at [Name] resting on the window settee with a book open. He let out a loud croak and with wings outstretched, he took flight. Up, up and up he went, towards the top of the mountain where a lean figure stood. Little feet landed by the boot. The wind blew against the two.

“What do you have for me, Matthew?”

Matthew cleared his throat. “Well, um..It’s the usual routine, sir. Talking to the locals, reading in the library, spending time with the children,”

Morpheus stood with his back straight, hands clasped behind his back with dark eyes focused down on the little town. His tongue darted past his lips, wetting them.

“If I may, sir-,”

“No. You may go, Matthew. You will still do your duty of watching her in the waking realm. And tell no one of this. Understood?” He spoke with such a low voice, it almost ruffled Matthew’s feathers.

“Y-Yes, sir,” Matthew left shortly, leaving Morpheus alone on the mountain.

Soon, my dear

So very soon, you will be in my possession

Matthew would report back to Morpheus privately everyday on how [Name] was and it varied each day. Morpheus knew so much about her but he wanted more. Oh, he definitely wanted much more.

So far, this is what Morpheus knew from Matthew’s observation.

[Name] lived in Singapore and she worked as a secretary to a boss who Morpheus did not like. Matthew had informed him that her boss was the creep type and the King did not understand how [Name] was unfazed by his actions. Perhaps her naivety clouded her eyes from the straying eyes of her boss. [Name]’s co-workers were pretty much not very nice ones and it almost seemed as if they were alienating her.

When asked about it, Matthew replied, “They are jealous of her. Apparently, this sort happens everywhere with lower paid employees would whisper nasty shit behind the higher paid employees,” and Morpheus understood enough.

Morpheus also knew that she lived in a rented apartment with her roommates. Matthew said they were nice people to [Name] and it put Morpheus’s heart at ease. She also owned a black cat named Luna and she had a profound love for them. So much so that she would help out at the animal shelter as well as volunteering in events relating to animals and such. This information would be deemed useful for future uses, of course.

Morpheus would urge more out of Matthew and the raven would tell more.

On the weekends, [Name] would walk her feline friend in the park. She would also visit various botanical gardens all around the small country. She would take pictures of the animals, the insects as well as the flora there. This brought a rare smile to Morpheus’s lips.

She was perfect.

She was perfect to be his queen.

Morpheus couldn’t wait for that day to come.

But just like the perfect possession, everyone wants a piece of it. To taint it for the worse.

One day, Matthew came into his throne room, flapping frantically and a light pant to his little chest. Morpheus shot up from his throne, concerned covering his pale complexion.

“What’s wrong, Matthew?”

“S-Sir, I–,” Matthew inhaled deeply.

“Speak, raven,” Morpheus rumbled, eyes darkening.

“It’s [Name], sir. She..She’s..,” Matthew stammered and Morpheus did not wait any longer.

Morpheus found himself in [Name]’s dimly lit room. She was curled up on her bed, the cat snuggled against her curled form. The King tilted his head. Everything seemed well until he picked up a faint scent of salt and water. That’s when Morpheus leaned over. Tears had dried on her skin and it clenched Morpheus’s heart. Why were there tears staining her delicate skin? The purity of it, tainted by the saltwater. He brought cool fingers to her cheek, gently caressing it to wipe away the imperfections.

Little patters of feet approached the King.

“I saw everything, sir. Her boss..He touched her inappropriately,” Matthew peered up, focused on the King’s back facing him. The silence was deafening, the rage Morpheus felt, was not. He was not going to let this slide.

“Where is he?”

“He’s on the bridge-,” Matthew didn’t need to say more as Morpheus disappeared.

Alan stuck his hands in his pockets, taking short steps to admire the view around him. The castle, the greenery, it was unlike anything he has ever seen. And the last he will ever.

Alan blinked once, the castle in view once more. He blinked again, the sparkling water below reflected everything above it. Alan blinked one more time and all was gone. Sand replaced his surroundings. Vast, barren land of sand and nothing more. He gasped, looking around at the sudden change.

“I absolutely hate it..when someone goes about touching what’s mine,” Morpheus spoke lowly, a punctuated threat in each word.

Alan gasped, spinning back to face the King.

“What are you–,” “I’m talking about [Name], Alan Wu,”

“How did you know–,” A hand wrapped around his neck and squeezed, cutting the air off. Morpheus raised Alan off his feet as flailing hands tried to ease the pressure around his neck.

“I know what you did, Alan. You may think you have done it discreetly but I have eyes everywhere. My queen came home crying because of what you did and I find it unacceptable. How dare you..How..dare..you..,” Morpheus growled, jaw tight.

“Your punishment, then, will be a curse,” He tightened his grip.

“The curse..of eternal sleep,” The King uncurled his free hand, blowing lightly sand onto Alan’s face. His resistance soon weakened, eyes drooped and he grew limp. Now, all Morpheus had to do was to chuck him aside as if he was nothing and returned to [Name]’s room.

A tiny smile spread across his full lips, cool fingers brushing her cheek once more. He leaned in, lips ghosting over her ear.

“He is no more. I promise you, my love, I will give you whatever you dream of. Anything you ever wanted, it could be yours..Just get close to the cave on the foot of the mountain in your dreams..I will take you away,” Morpheus promised, pressing a very light kiss to her ear. [Name] moaned quietly in her sleep, her own smile curled on the corner of her mouth.

Once again, [Name] found herself back in her dream, back in the same little town she loved dearly. This time, it was different. There was something different about it and it was leading her towards the dark mountain.

She shook her head, clutching the book to her chest as she approached the bookstore owner.

“Good morning, Miss Elaine,” “Good morning, deary. What can I do for you?”

[Name] bit her lip lightly. Oh, better do it now then later.

“I just wanted to ask..everyone spends their day in the town and beyond but no one has ever travelled towards the mountains. Why is that?” [Name] noticed Miss Elaine visibly tensed, head snapping up to face the naive girl.

“There’s stories about it, deary. Mostly bad ones,”

[Name] tilted her head.

“What sort of stories?”

Elaine pursed her lips before sighing.

“Alright, I’ll tell you. Within the walls of the mountain lives a being that should one stumble upon him, it would drive him mad. Over the last century, only the stupid and the overly curious would venture close enough to the cave and never return,”

[Name] gasped.

“But these are just stories, right? I-It can’t be real..,” “That’s the thing, dear. Folks around here believe it to be real. Old man Fletcher even claimed he saw a figure standing atop the peak of the mountain. Whatever you do, do not go near the mountain. You hear me? Never go towards the mountain or the cave,”

[Name] pursed her lips and nodded, thanking Elaine quietly before dashing out towards the meadow fields where her favourite tree rested. White poppies grew around the large oak tree and [Name] grew to love them. She smiled wide, kneeling down to pick a flower up. Her eyes fluttered close as she brought the flower to her nose, inhaling the smell deeply. It brought so many deep memories she did not know she had.

As soon as she opened her eyes, a dark figure emerged behind the flower in a blur. [Name] gasped, focusing on the figure in the far distance with wide eyes.

The figure was tall, surely taller than her. He wore a black robe that flowed past his feet and a helm with an odd tube looking shape that looked roughly like bones. The figure turned, disappearing into the dark cave.

She was compelled, curious. She swallowed, gathering her book to follow the figure.

The hairs on the back of [Name]’s neck stood on end and her body tensed the closer she got to the cave. It was as if it was pulling her into it, whispering and tempting her to break the rule and to satiate her curiosity.

This made the girl stop short of the foot of the mountain, turning around to look back at the cave. There was still the opportunity to run back, back to safety and away from this evil.

Why run when it’s better to seek the answers you have been dying to know? Said an airy whisper, making the girl jump in shock. Her attention was back to the cave and there was total darkness..except with two white dots in the long distance.

“Come to me, [Name]. Come to me..,” The voice purred, sending shivers down her spine. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, chewing on it as she took a step forward. And another..and another and as she did, a black hand reached out through the darkness of the cave.

[Name] swallowed, lifting a shaking hand up to guide it to the outstretched hand. However, before she could make a final decision, the hand grabbed her own and pulled her in. A loud scream left her lips as darkness swallowed her and soon..nothingness. Just pure black and a spinning view.

[Name] came to be shortly after, gasping aloud as she sat up with a hand to her chest. The book was placed nicely beside her..on grass?

“What..?” She stood up, dusting the dirt from her dress as she surveyed her surroundings and what stood before her made her jaw drop from the magnificent sight. A shining palace with an intricate design stood tall, proud and majestic. Was she dreaming? Was she still asleep? She has to be, right? Because [Name] was sure nothing like this existed in the real world.

[Name] looked back down and she concluded that she was in the palace’s gardens. But, how did she get here? This still remained a mystery to the poor girl as she wandered the grounds of the garden.

It looked similar to the meadows of the little town with flowers blooming around her and along the cobblestone path she took. This sort of reminded her of the story her mother used to tell her. The story about the Greek God of the Underworld, Hades and his queen and wife, Persephone, the Greek Goddess of agriculture and spring where Persephone ate a pomegranate and was tied to Hades forever. But stories were stories, especially ones about gods.

[Name]’s journey took a short pause as she spotted a gate that led to another section of the garden. Perhaps this was the way out? She pushed past the gate, entering a whole new section. There were trees, fruits bored on its branches and hanging heavy, as if it was waiting to be plucked and eaten ripe. On cue, [Name]’s stomach growled. She smiled widely, a skip in her step as she examined the fruit trees. All of them looked enticing and delicious but what caught her attention was the biggest tree among the others, with bright, red pomegranates hanging from its branches.

[Name] scoffed lightly. The irony was truly real, wasn’t it? Trapped in an unknown place with a pomegranate tree? Stories were just stories, [Name] reminded herself as she set the book down on the bench.

She reached out, plucking the pomegranate from its branch. She brought it back to the bench, taking a seat with a wide smile on her full lips. Thumbs dug into the red skin, bursting the fruit open to reveal bright, juicy seeds. Her mouth watered at the sight as she took a handful. [Name] plopped the seeds into her mouth, chewing slowly and as she swallowed, her eyes fluttered close to savour the taste.

While the fruit tasted sweet, yet evil, she realised the irony.

She dropped the fruit, it rolled down the small slope before bumping into a black boot. [Name] realised her situation at the very last minute. But stories were stories. So, there is no way it is true..is it?

“It is, my love,” The deep voice answered.

[Name] looked up to face the voice, frozen on the spot as Morpheus stood beneath the pomegranate tree.

“You ate a fruit from my garden so now, you are forever tied to me and my realm. None of this is a dream, my love as it is very much real. How did you think the stories came to be?” Morpheus took a step forward and brought his hand up to [Name]’s cheeks.

“I have always wanted you, my queen and finally seeing you here, in the flesh, in my realm on my palace grounds, it is breathtaking. My obsession comes to an end here as I finally got what I wanted,” He continued, nose to nose brushing.

“Oh, my dear [Name], the lengths I went through just to get you here with me,” Morpheus leaned in, lips hovering over [Name]’s sweet ones. The smell of it, mixed with her natural scent and perfume was intoxicating and addicting.

“Soon enough, you will learn to love me,”

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to wail.

But nothing came out.

For she truly is Persephone and him, Hades, of their story.

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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pulling your lover closer by the waistband

Dream of the Endless x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 600

Warnings- established relationship, protectiveness, hint of spice

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You let out a heavy sigh as you closed your door and set your things down. It had been a long day, and it was late into the evening when you finally made it home. You felt like you carried the weight of the world along with your coat, and when you took it off and hung it, a wave of relief washed over you.

The house was dark, and you thought you were alone as you hummed to yourself. But, the sound of a throat clearing made you gasp. “Who's there?” you called into the darkness.

Carefully, you tiptoed forward and flicked on a light, and when you saw the shadowy figure in the corner, your shoulders dropped in relief, “Morpheus,” you breathed, “You scared me.”

He let out a short huff as a hint of a smile flashed on his face, “I’m sorry, my love,” his low voice went right to your core, “I hadn’t heard from you…” I got worried…

Your heart fluttered in your chest as Morpheus closed the distance between your bodies, “I had to work late,” you explained, “I didn’t mean to make you worry,” you scanned his figure up and down as heat rose in your body.

Morpheus’ gaze bore into you as he reached for you and cupped your face, crading you tenderly, “I always worry, love,” he murmured.

“Morpheus…” you whispered his name as you hooked your finger on his belt loop, “Let’s make up for lost time then, shall we?” you smirked as you tugged him closer until he was flush against your body.

“Eager are we?” he teased as he ghosted his lips over yours.

“Just kiss me already.”

He hummed as his lips crashed into yours. You clung to his coat as his tongue dove into your mouth. Eagerly, you parted your lips for Morpheus and welcomed him into your mouth, your heart and your soul. All the stresses of the day melted away with his kiss. In fact, the entire world melted away and it felt like all that excited in that moment was him.

It had been far too long since Morpheus had felt like this about anyone. The feeling of having you in his arms and against his lips compared to nothing else. He practically felt the warmth that you radiated when you smiled at him, and it made his heart flip in his chest.

Reluctantly, you broke away for a breath of air, but your face never felt Morpheus’ own. You rested your forehead against his as you took in a deep breath and sighed contently when he wrapped his arms around you. For several moments, neither of you moved, too content in the other’s embrace. Even with your eyes closed, you felt the soft smile on Morpheus’ face and it made your heart skip a beat.

“So,” you broke the silence, “How was your day?” you joked.

He let out a short laugh that you wouldn’t have heard had you not been right up against him, “Fine,” the normality of the conversation felt so foreign to him, yet it felt so natural at the same time, “Better now that you’re here, my love.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Who knew the King of Dreams had such a cheesy side!”

“I resent that,” Morpheus said with no hint of actual malice in his voice.

“Don’t” you replied as you placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I like it,” your tone was soft as you nuzzled in his embrace, “How about we head upstairs then?”

Morpheus smirked, “Lead the way, my love.”

#dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus imagines #morpheus fic #the sandman #the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x you #the sandman fic #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fic #dream of the endless fanfic #the sandman x y/n

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Ineffable - A Masterlist

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader / Corinthian x f!Reader

Synopsis: Reader is arguably as much of a mystery as Morpheus. She can communicate through thoughts, manipulate others’ dreams, and sometimes, employ telekinesis. A chance encounter with Fiddler’s Green leads to her being a part of Morpheus’ crowd in the Dreaming, doing her part and using her abilities to help keep everything in check. She is undeniably fascinated by Morpheus, but he acts as expected. Maybe even colder and more distant towards her. Luckily, she finds comfort among the Dreams and Nightmares, unexpectedly including the dangerous yet alluring Corinthian. Ultimately, the reader is yet to discover the full extent of her powers, and where she truly stands with Morpheus and Corinthian.

A Playlist - for your reading soundtrack

answered questions

Chapter 1: Daydream

Chapter 2: Devious

Chapter 3: Disillusion

Chapter 4: Delicate

Chapter 5: Distraction

Chapter 6: Dazed

Chapter 7: Devour (18+)

Chapter 8: Domestic

... future chapters to be added

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writerdream22 · 2 years

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requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: Dream of the Endless x goddess!reader, Hob Gadling x goddess!reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: none, except for the presence of a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Being betrothed to the Lord of Dreams himself wasn't an easy task, especially when you were a goddess that often had her own tasks to take care of.

In your 'past life', or so you liked to call it, people worshipped you and called you Athena. Even though wisdom was one of your virtues, you did some things that you now regretted; pride was one of your flaws after all, and you were working on smoothing out this imperfection.

Back when you wandered around Greece, you helped humankind and tried to aid them in the moment of need. As time went on, though, you noticed that less and less people asked for your help and you couldn't do anything but watch humanity start destroying itself.

One day, you dreamt of a better world. A world where you and all your brothers and sisters were still needed, where men were willing to listen to someone else's advice rather than act according to their own, individual needs.

And in a flowery field, which felt much too real to your liking, you saw him. Morpheus— the god of sleep.

You immediately recognized him thanks to the red ruby he wore around his neck; you'd met him once before, and you knew that he'd been married to one of your sisters, the muse Calliope, many centuries prior.

“Greetings, Athena”

“Greetings, Morpheus. Am I in the Dreaming?”

“Indeed, goddess of wisdom. And I've come to ask you what is the reason for your visit”

“Wow. I'm getting a special treatment, it seems”

“You are not answering my question”

“Well, if you must know... I ended up here. I did not intend to dream. I never did. It's the latest events that might have made my mind wander so far”

“I see.”

“I don't want to disturb you, Endless. I must wake up at once, for I have a few matters to take care of”

“On the contrary. It was an honour”

That is how your friendship started. You didn't dream often after that day, but when you did, Morpheus was there to keep away whichever Nightmare might have come your way.

As time went on, you decided to start roaming around the world, changing residence every few years so that no suspicions would rise regarding your inability to age. You lived in Turkey, Portugal, Spain, France, Morocco, Egypt, Italy, Germany and even Norway.

One day, in the 16th century, you found yourself walking through the streets of London. You were disguised as an ordinary woman, yet if another mystical being like you was to meet your eyes, they would have recognised the faint golden hue that was typical of the children of Zeus.

Somehow, you ended up in front of an inn, and after some hesitation you decided to walk in. You immediately felt the eyes of the few people inside burning into your back, as you asked for a pint of beer; your request was quickly denied, and your foolish pride brought you to begin arguing with the owner.

Just as things were about to escalate negatively, a dark-haired figure put himself between you and the man.

“My apologies, kind sir, but my little sister was just jesting”

“Yeah, keep that little thing away from stuff that isn't for her!”

“What? You filthy—”

“Now, my dear, let's sit at our table. I'm sorry, sir, she won't disturb you any longer. Right?”

“Right”

With that, the man led you away and invited you to sit in front of him at his table. Even though you didn't like talking to humans that much, he seemed interesting and deserving of your attention.

“You're not from here, aren't you?”

“No, I am not”

“Are you european?”

“I'm from Greece, yes. You were close, Mr.—”

“— Gadling. Hob Gadling. And you're— ”

“You can call me... Y/n, yes”

“I guess that it's not your real name”

“Indeed, it is not”

“You remind me of a friend. He must be here any minute now. I'll introduce him to you, if you want to wait for a little while”

“Yes, I can wait. I have all the time of the world, after all”

“You're funny”

“Thank you, Mr. Gadling”

While you waited for the man's mysterious friend, you started talking about even the stupidest of things. Thanks to him, you started thinking that humans weren't so boring, after all.

Suddenly, Hob's head turned towards the inn's door; you followed his gaze and you couldn't believe your eyes. It was him. Morpheus.

“Y/n, this is the friend I talked to you about.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, sir”

“Likewise”

The two of you acted like you didn't know each other, though you were dying to talk to the Lord of Dreams alone. It had been some time since you last saw him and, even though you couldn't really admit it, you'd missed him dearly.

When he was about to leave, he asked if he could escort you home and you gladly accepted, not before bidding Hob Gadling goodbye and thanking him for his help.

“I see why you took an interest in him. He's a nice man”

“Indeed, he is”

“Why didn't you visit?”

“I was... busy”

“Doing what?”

“I had to find a suitable gift”

“You don't give gifts that easily, Dream. Is it for a new lover of yours?”

“No, actually. It is for you, Athena”

“Come on, you're kidding me. This means that— oh. Oh ! I get it now”

And in that moment, while the Endless handed you a little box, you realised what he meant by his gesture. He wanted to court you, and you were left speechless.

What he'd gifted you was even more surprising: a hairpin, which had an owl engraved on it. He knew how much you loved that animal, it was one of your symbols after all, and he also knew that you didn't like pompous stuff.

“This is beautiful, Morpheus. I don't know how to repay you”

“You don't have to. I only ask of you to love me, and I'll be happy. That is, if you reciprocate my feelings. If you don't, I'm sorry for having made such a bold move”

“It's not. I mean... your feelings are reciprocated”

“Really? Because I thought that—”

“Even I, goddess of wisdom, think that you sometimes think too much, Lord of Dreams.”

Soon after, you and Morpheus became husband and wife. Time was relative for you, but you were willing to spend your immortal life with him just as he was willing to devote himself to loving you for eternity.

The next few hundred years, you spent staying both in the Dreaming and the Waking World; you preferred staying with Dream and Lucienne, if you were honest, but you couldn't just leave humanity like that. And your husband fully supported your choice.

When he was captured, you didn't know what to do; being his consort, you were the Queen of Dreams, and you were appointed to rule over the Dreaming in his place. Lucienne aided you whenever you needed help, and Jessamy was left to look for Morpheus alone.

When she didn't come back either, your hopes to find your husband started fading away.

You regretted missing your centennial meetup with Hob Gadling and leaving your "human self" behind, but you were determined not to leave what your decaying realm unattended.

After more than a hundred years, in 2022, you felt his energy in the Dreaming, and so did Lucienne. Therefore, the two of you ran to greet Morpheus.

“Lucienne. Athena”

“My lord, you're back”

“I— uhm, we missed you, Dream.”

Then, the three of you got past your realm's gate, and to see sadness in Morpheus's eyes made you want to return to your old, vengeful self.

Nonetheless, you were set on helping your husband bring back who'd escaped from the Dreaming and retrieve what was stolen from him.

And you knew very well that it wasn't going to be easy.

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jay-blue32 · 11 months

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Not Here

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Dream of The Endless x Child/Teen Reader

Um... I don't know what this is. I was debating posting this so close to Father's Day but- screw it.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst no comfort ig..., I guess child abandonment, I don't know if that's what you'd call it.

Read it and Weep

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"Sooo, you will never, ever, ever, ever leave me all by myself again?" Dream smiled down at his daughter as he brought their foreheads together as he replied.

"Never."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

"You promise?"

Y/n couldn't stop the smile from growing on her face as she watched her father firmly place a hand over his heart as though he were taking a proper oath (because he was) and repeated her words.

"I promise."

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A tear slipped from his eye and down his cheek as he relieved the memory.

That was nearly half a century ago. He made that promise only to leave the next day and never get back.

God, what must she think of him now?

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"He's going to come back." Lucienne said softly, peering over her glasses in that oh so librarian way.

"You say that a lot." Y/n groaned, she was tired of hearing the same thing day after day.

"I say it because it's true." She answered sternly. "Do you really think he would have just left the Dreaming alone? Left you alone?"

Y/n didn't respond

"Do you?"

After a good second she answered,

"I don't know." Punctuating it with a weak shrug of her shoulder.

Lucienne looked almost surprised- almost

"I would think you would have much more faith in him."

"Fifty years can wear someones faith down."

"He's your father."

"Yea? Then where is he?" She swept her hands around, gesturing at the disheveled library- no one else was there but them. "Not here, that's for sure."

"He told me, no, he promised me that he wouldn't leave me. He promised-" She choked out slumping into one of the library's dusty victorian chairs.

"Why wouldn't he come back? Why..." The words raspy as she tried to hold back the tears on her lashes, if she blinked they'd fall.

"I've known your father for as long as I remember," Lucienne started as she put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "And if there's one thing I know it's that he has never broken a promise on purpose. Ever."

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He has to get out, has to get back. Back to the Dreaming, back to his little darling.

Was she even little anymore?

It's been nearly a century now.

She probably hates him. But Could he blame her?

He dropped his head, and with a voice so quiet it wasn't even a whisper, he repeated the words he spoke once before, "I promise."

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all-hail-draculaura · 1 year

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Once Upon a Dream

Valentine’s Day oneshot whoop whoop. Hope that you like it. No summary because I wanted it to be surprise as you read. Only thing I will give is that this is a Morpheus x lucid dreamer! reader. Based off the cover that Lana Del Rey sings in Maleficent. Listen to the song as you read.

Word Count : 765

Warnings : angst

Meeting him in your dreams, and being able to connect instantly. Like the stars aligned just for the two of you to meet. An accidental meeting, when you stumbled into him when you were singing at a small festival in the village of the Dreaming when you were lucid dreaming. Meeting eye to eye, there was a spark that lit in his eyes, and you knew it was love at first sight. How his blue eyes always seemed to pierce right through you. Oh, how they shined like twin stars in the night sky, for only you to long and observe. They always seemed to glimmer in your presence, making you feel like the only girl in the world.

Spending nights in your dreams, walking the vast land of Fiddler’s Green, always getting lost with him in the beauty of his kingdom. Always singing around on these journeys, creating music and poems about him and your love for him. He made sure to read all about you and your work in his free time, your books having many tabs from his favorites and him making you sing them for him. He called you his little songbird, and praised you after you were done, encouraging you to continue and create. Being with him, you always wrote your best work, he was your muse and just wanted to please him.

It wasn’t long before you professed your love for him, and him accepting it. Making sure you know that he will always love and worship you as his lover. Constantly finding a way to touch each other and giving affections, holding hands, his hands always finding a way around your waist, how your foreheads touched when he held you close, breathing in his scent as you held him back, giving him soft, peppering kisses all over his face that made him want more, how he would make you beg for more touches, endlessly giving into whatever you wanted.

You told him all the time of your own love for him, becoming patient over his antics and bursts, in time becoming a part of his routine, becoming his rock in his life.

It wasn’t until one night that he returned from his brother’s realm, he came into the library with fury. You went to go comfort him, but he needed to release his anger, and he released it onto you. Spitting out words that torn through your heart, making you question every decision you have ever made in the relationship. Tears falling from your eyes, “My love, surely you don’t mean the words you speak? I’m your little songbird, your rogue dreamer, your love.”

“You think I felt something for you? You’ve forgotten what I am. I am Dream of the Endless, and I do not need or care for anyone.”

It was like your world crashed down all around you, “You may pretend to loathe me Morpheus, but know this, I will always love you, and I am yours eternally.” you said leaving the Dreaming, never traveling ever again.

Feeling as though life had been drained from you, a part of you now gone. Finding it hard to create again, deciding it was best to create one last song for the Dream King that was once your muse, knowing he will regret his actions, but his pride will never let him come back to you. Completing the song, with full intent of knowing that he will read it, as he will reread the myriad of songs and poems you made for him.

He did find your song, reading the lyrics, stinging his heart, hearing the words being brought to life in his head, with only the voice that only you could project out into the world.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

This is my first time ever writing angst, so I do apologize if it isn’t good. I honestly could have done better on this, I will probably fix it later on. If you guys have any tips, I will greatly appreciate them. Also this is for sad girlies on Valentine’s Day, like me.

Taglist : @emarich7 @chantzmar

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman x y/n #morpheus x you #morpheus x lucid dreamer reader #angst

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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The First Corruption Pt. 3 ~Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) xFem Eve!reader

Here’s part 3 to The First Corruption! Thank you for everyone’s patience! This took a while, and I hope you all enjoy 🥰

Link to Part 1 & Part 2

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, age gap (all legal), innocence kink, praise kink, degrading kink, use of vibrator, thigh riding, happy resolutions, etc.

Enjoy (;

You stomache was getting that same knotting sensation like it did all those years ago, as Lucifer led you to their chambers. They opened the door for you and your breath fled your body. The room was gorgeous and screamed Luci…

It had dark, lavish accents with a large black canopy bed in the middle. The ceiling was high and mighty and there was a large window with long, black, sleek curtains, which looked out to the Lightbringer’s domain. Lucifer chuckled dryly at your astonishment, as they moved with elegance to the window, and closing the curtains.

“Sit on the bed, my pretty…” they instructed you.

Full of nerves, while not out of fear, you scrambled to sit on the bed as you had been told. Lucifer then made their way to the edge of the bed, and they patted the edge in request that you come forward.

“good girl…” they purred, at your immediate obedience, making you blush and heat travel to your core.

They continued, “Now… before anything else… I believe you need a name, little one…”

While saying this, Lucifer cupped your cheek, bringing it up to meet their tilted head with a smirk on their face. Their face was soft and caring in this moment. It was what you had waited your whole life for. You simply smiled innocently back at the Lightbringer, leaning into their touch. Lucifer laughed lightly at your reaction and need for physical affection.

“Miss me that much did we…?” They caringly teased you.

“So much, Luci… Missed you so so much…” you sighed deeply into their hand, which was now tracing and caressing your face.

Lucifer hummed in delight, “I missed you too, little one… How about I show you just how much I missed you…?” they purred, with a different glint now capturing their eyes.

Your eyes eagerly met Luci’s and the knot in your stomache ached at their words. You nodded vigorously, which elicited a light chuckle from the Lightbringer’s throat. They then crawled onto the bed, guiding you underneath them, and dragging you easily against the head board. And with a simple snap of their fingers, all their garments disappeared, making you gasp with wide eyes, drinking in their goddess body. Your eyes were glued to their dips and curves.

“Like what you see, little one…?” they teased you by the shell of your ear.

You gulped and nodded with a flushed face. From your peripheral, you caught their long arms reaching to grab something. Luci then slowly and teasingly opened your legs to give them the required access.

“Oh poor thing…” they feigned innocence, “Little one, your absolutely dripping…”

You whimpered in response and bucked your hips up to Luci’s frame in desperate need.

“Let’s fix that, shall we…?” they purred, now with a dark and lustful tone, while holding a vibrator.

You looked at Luci and then the odd toy in confussion. They lightly chuckled yet again at your purity. Luci placed the toy on your clit and then turned the device on. You yelped at the new sensation, but your gasps turned quickly into moans as the toy worked your aching heat with ease.

You hands found stability with Lucifer’s frame, as you jerked your hips up to meet the vibrating patterns of the toy, at which Luci captured your lips. They swallowed your moans with delight, as the toy pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You had to pull away from the kiss when it all became too much. You were a puddle of mewls and cries underneath Luci.

“You wanna cum, little one…?” Luci purred, while drinking in every little reaction your body had to the toy.

“Yes please… wanna cum for you Luci please…!!” you breathlessly mewled, tightening your hold on their arms.

“Go ahead little one, cum for me…” Luci purred into your ear.

You came with strangled cries of pleasure, your body spasming from the vibrator not letting up as you toppled over the edge. When you opened your eyes again, you were panting heavily and you looked up to find Luci, who couldn’t get enough of you.

“It’s too much please Luci too much…” you whimpered, as the vibrator continued relentlessly.

Lucifer removed the toy and looked at you caringly. At that, they they swiftly swapped positions with you, holding you to straddle their lap. You instantly found a home on Luci’s thigh and you instinctually bucked against it for friction. This caused a breathy moan to escape your lips.

“Does my pretty want to ride my thigh…?” Lucifer purred.

You eagerly nodded, your mind already taken and in a sex fog. Lucifer smirked and nodded in response, adjusting you to properly straddle her thigh, and their lips finding a home on and around your neck. They then tensed their thigh, making you yet again breathily moan out.

“Grind against my thigh, sweet slut…” Luci purred into your ear, while going to nibble and mark your neck.

You happily obliged, rutting against the Lightbringer’s milky, tensed thigh. Your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure. Wanton and leud moans flowed from your lips as you brought yourself closer to the edge.

“Such a needy slut…” they husked in your ear, “Hasn’t been fucked properly in decades…”

You whined in response to their words, busking your hips erratically in a desperate frenzy to cum.

“That’s it, little one…” they purred, in between their kisses and markings to your exposed neck, “Rutt against my thigh like a bitch in heat…”

At their words, Luci brought their hands to your thighs in order to help get you off, as your grindings were getting sloppier as your brain became more and more fuzzy.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream as Luci brought you over the edge of their thigh. You gripped their shoulders tightly as they helped you ride out your high. Your head nuzzled in their neck, as you collapsed onto the fallen angels form, your mind and body fucked through.

Luci caringly tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, as they gazed at you with gentle care. You slid into their form, snuggling into the Lightbringer’s side.

“How about Y/N…?” Luci spoke.

“Hmmm…?” You mumbled.

“For your name.” They clarified.

“I love it…” you mumbled into the blondes side.

Luci chuckled at your tired state. You were starting to fall asleep.

“When you awake, I have a world of new things to show you…” Luci whispered, gazing at your beautiful, sleeping form.

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Morpheus x male!reader

Summary: Morpheus and (Y/N) spend a day together. Fluff is bound to happen.

Warnings: None. Just the fluffiest fluff that fluffed. After the week I had, I need it.

And thank you for the 71 followers! Thank you for reading my mediocre writing and bad plots!

The day was started on a Saturday. The two lovers were just laying facing each other underneath the covers. No matter how many times they are together, Morpheus was always in the awe of (Y/N)'s beauty. Even now, he was gently caressing (Y/N)'s face who was still asleep, wrapped in blankets like a burrito.

Morpheus smiled at (Y/N)'s smile. He made sure to give his lover a beautiful dream. Right now, (Y/N) was in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by beautiful flowers, while the sun was shining and warming him up.

(Y/N) shifted and moved closer to Morpheus, leaning into the touch. Morpheus didn't stop with his caress. They spend time when (Y/N) is asleep and when (Y/N) goes to the Dreaming. Morpheus still remembers the look of wonder and curiosity.

He was in love with Mathew the raven and Lucien loved (Y/N). She has never seen Morpheus so happy with someone and she has been working under him for years.

" Morpheus... " (Y/N) slurred, opening his eyes.

" Yes my love? "

" You are staring at me. Again. "

Morpheus chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Y/N), bringing him closer. " How can I not, my love? "

(Y/N) smiled tiredly and shook his head, nuzzling it into the crook of Morpheus's neck, seeking additional warmth.

" My love? "

(Y/N) hummed into Morpheus's neck and Morpheus forced himself not to shiver.

" I know that it's winter and that it's cold, but it's sunny and I was wondering if you wanted to go out. I could take you out for a cup of hot chocolate or we could go ice skating... "

" You mean, I would ice skate, while you would watch from the side cheering me on? " (Y/N) asked teasingly and Morpheus squeezed him tighter in response. (Y/N) giggled as he tried to squirm away.

" Or how about we go sledding? " (Y/N) asked as he turned on his side, laying his head on Morpheus's chest. Morpheus fixed the blanket to make sure that (Y/N) was warm. (Y/N) was always cold and that made Morpheus worried for the first time and he is still worried, so in order to not be worried, Morpheus made sure that (Y/N) was always warm and that he had some warm clothes on hand.

" Well, then you would need to be dressed warmly. I am not letting you out if you don't dress appropriately. "

" Morpheus, I won't die from cold. I am used to being cold all the time. "

" Well, you shouldn't. " Morpheus looked down at (Y/N) and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.

" Humans are a bit more resilient then you think Morpheus. "

Morpheus didn't say anything and simply rested his head on (Y/N)'s.

" I would like to go sledding later and then maybe go out for something warm to drink. "

" The moment we get some will to get out of bed, we are going to do just that. Do you even have a sled? "

" I do. I think that it's somewhere in the basement. We just have to rummage through. Okay, I need you to let me go now. I need to pee. "

" I will go make you some coffee in return. "

" I bought some tea for you. It should be somewhere near the coffee. "

" You mean, somewhere in a midst of chaos? " Morpheus asked, teasing his lover for being a bit messy.

(Y/N) let out a sarcastic laugh as he went to the bathroom. Morpheus chuckled and threw the covers off of himself. Time to get the day started.

After Morpheus made sure that (Y/N) was warm and had a hat, gloves, a scarf and boots he took the sled and off they went. There was a park near the building where (Y/N) lives, with a big hill for them to sled on. The park was lively with people, a lot of families also wanted to take their kids to have some fun. Morpheus is not the type for this type of activity, but he knew how much (Y/N) loves the winter, despite being cold.

Apparently, it was an excuse to stay inside for (Y/N). But if it's snowing and there is a chance to go sledding, (Y/N) was going to do it.

" Come on Morpheus! Lets go! " (Y/N) pulled him with him as they climbed the hill. Apparently, Morpheus was going too slow for (Y/N)'s standards. Once they got to the top, Morpheus prepared the sled.

" I am going to the front Morpheus. You are going to sit behind me. "

Morpheus nodded and settled behind (Y/N).

" Ready? " (Y/N) asked.

" Yes. "

And off they went. Morpheus wouldn't admit this ever, but the speed and the feeling of going down the hill was an amazing feeling. If only his siblings saw him. As they stopped Morpheus smiled and gave (Y/N) a quick hug.

" Did you like it Morpheus? "

" I did. More than I thought you would. "

" I knew it. "

Morpheus squeezed (Y/N) for a moment.

" Come on lets go again! "

And Morpheus complied. Whatever (Y/N) wanted, he would do it.

The night has fallen and most of the people has left. But not (Y/N) and Morpheus. (Y/N) wasn't done yet.

" Do you know what a snow angel is? " (Y/N) asked Morpheus.

" No, what is it? "

" Just watch. So you lay down, " (Y/N) said laying down in the snow.

" And you do what? "

" You do this. " (Y/N) moved his arms and legs until he felt satisfied. Then he carefully stood up with the help of Morpheus.

" See? "

Morpheus took a look at the dent left by his lover. It did resemble an angel.

" Yes, I see it my love. "

" Now you try it. "

Morpheus pondered for a moment, but sighed. If only his enemies would see him. He laid down next to (Y/N)'s snow angel and repeated the motion just like (Y/N) showed him. (Y/N) smiled at Morpheus who looked adorable. (Y/N) helped him up and they looked at their snow angels. It looked like they were holding hands. Morpheus wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s waist and laid his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

" They look like they are holding hands. " (Y/N) said.

" They do. Do you want to go home? " Morpheus asked, giving (Y/N) a peck on the cheek.

" I do, I am getting kind of cold. Will you make me something warm? "

" I will. Hot chocolate? "

" Of course. "

And never let it be said that Morpheus wasn't a good lover. And that is why he is making a warm chocolate for his love. And (Y/N) was wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Morpheus is still worrying over nothing. But it felt nice to know he would be kept warm.

" Here you go love. Are you warm? "

" I am, come on, sit down next to me. Lets watch a movie. But not something relating to Christmas. Nope. " (Y/N) answered taking a warm mug.

" Is it to early? "

" No. I just had enough of Christmas. "

" Christmas is a little over 2 weeks away. "

(Y/N) sighed and snuggled into Morpheus, making sure not to spill his beverage.

" Did you have fun? " Morpheus asked.

" I did. We should do this more often. "

" But only if it's a nice day. " Morpheus countered.

(Y/N) chuckled and murmured a little sure and took another sip. He really loved these days with Morpheus, these lazy days were they could simply be together, just enjoying each other's company.

#morpheus x male reader #lord morpheus x male reader #lord morpheus #dc x male reader #dc comics #dream of the endless #dream x male reader #the sandman x male reader #the sandman netflix #the sandman x y/n

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oreosmilkshakes · 2 years

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Tonight, You Belong To Me

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader Fandom: The Sandman Word Count: 2,422 Warnings: Dark Morpheus, obsessive behaviour, naughty words, kinda dark themes ( I hope) A/N: I haven’t seen any dark Morpheus fics so far so this is what I made. Enjoy! (italics are dreams or thoughts)

Taglist: NIL

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Life, as we know it, is a question one that has no answer. Life is life. Some may find life to be full of hardships, with little to minimal happiness squeezed inbetweens. Others may find life as something that should be appreciated. Where dreams can be achieved and thought of.

[Name] was the latter. All she ever wanted to be was to live life to the fullest and to live life where kindness was in everyone. No matter how hard times can get, she believed there was always room for kindness. That was her dream. That was her wish. That was something so very impossible to attain and yet, every night, when she sleeps, she would always dream of a kind world.

And Morpheus has never seen such a phenomenon in his endless life.

[Name]’s dream was a clear, blue world, where smiles were bright and there was never gloom. People were helping one another, caring for one another. Morpheus found himself intrigued with every visit.

In the far distance he stood, old eyes watching upon [Name] as she wore the brightest smile on her full lips, a hand outstretched towards a child with a flower between her fingers. The little boy took it’s stalk with such gentleness and beamed out a loud ‘thank you’, running to his mother with what looked to be a spring in each step.

[Name] let out a soft chuckle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she stepped back into a flower shop.

‘So, this is where she is’ Morpheus thought. He recognised the surrounding area, making a mental note to pay that shop a visit when he is in the waking world. He turned, disappearing without a trace as he reemerged back in his palace, standing before the long flight of stairs where his throne sat atop.

He took his first step, mind in an obvious drift.

Morpheus found himself watching [Name] in a park. The first of many of [Name]’s dream. He found an empty bench, staring into her direction as she held a small treat in her hand. A grey feline mewled, jumping up to catch the treat flawlessly. [Name] squealed, applauding at her feline friend’s trick.

“Good job, Manis! (Sweet),” She kneeled down, brushing the top of the feline’s head with her knuckles. Morpheus felt the corner of his lips curled up just a bit. Humanity, making the littlest of things so enjoyable. Before, he found it redundant. He did not understand why humanity was the way they are. Death helped him understand. The more he visited the waking world, the more he learnt.

“Ah!” A voice yelped, snapping Morpheus out of his deep thought. He looked up, a young girl was on her side on the floor, holding her knee in pain as her skateboard rolled away. His eyes flicked up to [Name] as she was quick to arrive on the scene with her backpack.

“Oh dear!” She kneeled down, examining the wound. The girl looked up at [Name] with teary eyes, a trembling pout to her lower lip.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. It's just a scrape but..I got just the thing!” She whipped out a small med-kit. “You are such a brave girl, you know that?,” [Name] continued, cooing reassuring words to her as she began working on cleaning and dressing the wound. There were onlookers concerned with the scene but seeing it handled professionally had their hearts calm. The girl had seemingly forgotten about the wound as she was distracted by Manis, the little grey feline purring loudly as her fur was stroked by tiny hands.

“Aaaand there! All done,” [Name] smiled. The girl looked down to find a white patch on her knee, a big smile on her face.

“Thank you so much, miss!” She stood with [Name]’s assistance. Her face fell when she realised her skateboard was nowhere to be seen. Had it rolled away? A pair of dark-clad legs came onto view. [Name] looked up, Morpheus’s hands clasped around the skateboard.

“Thank you, mister!” She beamed as he handed the skateboard over to her, quickly, yet carefully walking off to find her family.

[Name] packed her items, slinging her back over her shoulder with Manis’s leash tangled between her fingers.

“Thank you for retrieving the little girl’s skateboard. Poor girl..she looked so concerned ,”

Morpheus’s lips parted but all he could do was stare at [Name]. A dark blushed dusted over her tanned cheeks, bowing her head a little as she moved past the king.

He turned, watching her down the path. Why was he so intrigued by this human? Never have he seen such kindness projected towards another being and she..she made his heart race like never before. Morpheus had a hand over his chest, feeling it thrumping beneath his fingers and palm. An impossible feat but [Name] had done it.

His feet took the 10th step, mind still adrift.

Morpheus found himself in every single one of [Name]’s dreams, acting as the dark figure in the corner of her dreams. The more he visited, the more times he realised the racing of his heart. He was always there without failure.

Always watching

Always studying

Always..obsessing

Yet, he refused to believe it was an obsession. Morpheus liked being in [Name]’s dreams and it hasn’t affected any of his duties for now.

This was another dream he liked.

Morpheus stood in the distance, dark eyes upon [Name] for the nth time. Her hands held a camera, leaning forward towards a bush of blooming light pink flowers. She moved on to another bush, this time with purple shaded flowers. His eyes moved from her hands to her clothes. She donned a flowing summer dress, one covered in little blue patterns among a canvas of white and there was a sun hat on her head. He looked down on himself, the shade of his clothes was boring compared to hers. [Name] was beautiful, that Morpheus has noted over a million times. He wanted to approach her but how could he? What was he going to say? How would she react if she knew the brooding man from her dreams was real? He didn’t want to drive her away, no. He wanted her to come willingly to him, to run to him just so he could catch her in his arms.

Morpheus took a step forward and another until he passed by [Name] as a gust of wind. Her hat flew off.

“Oh!” She cried, the hat, carried by the wind, led her on a short chase until she was close to it and before she could catch it, someone else got it first. [Name] panted softly, adjusting the camera around her neck to ease up the weight of it. She looked up.

“Oh thank you, thank you so much,” She breathed out, reaching for her hat.

Huh..he looked familiar.

[Name] shook her head, wearing the sun hat and making sure it stays on her head this time.

“You’re welcome,” He replied, finally mustering that long lost courage.

Oh..he had such a deep voice that it took her unexpectedly. In a good way, obviously. The blush appeared again, her throat bobbing lightly as she swallowed. Once again, [Name] moved past Morpheus and he was forced to watch his woman leave.

Morpheus realised he had reached the 20th step. Only 15 more to go until he was at the top. Back to his mindless drifting..

Morpheus recalled his favourite dream, one where he would always revisit again and again in his mind. This time, he found himself on the island of Bali, located close to Indonesia. Apparently, [Name] was dreaming about her synchronous time of her journey in Bali just as she was at the moment. A holiday, it seemed.

Morpheus found [Name] reading on a lounger. He licked his lips, eyes moving down her exposed body. Only clad in a pair of bikini wear with a beach wrap covering her waist below. He wanted her. He wanted her so, fucking badly. He wanted her badly enough that he ensured no nightmares would touch her and that he was always there wherever she went.

Morpheus turned and left for [Name]’s room. The door creaked quietly and he stepped in. Morpheus closed his eyes, nose flared as he took in a deep breath of her scent. The smell of lavender from the body soap she used, the vanilla from the perfume, the scent of flowers stuck to her clothes from working with flowers every day. It sent shivers down his spine, jaw tight as he explored the room.

His fingers grazed the cabinet as he approached her bed. He leaned down, sniffing lightly. Even as he had memorised her scent, he could not get enough. He was beyond intoxicated and his mind screamed more, more and more.

Morpheus entered the bathroom, fingers tangled in [Name]’s towel. The soft fabric tickled the pads of his fingers as he brought it up to his nose. His eyes fluttered close, allowing his mind to register more of the lavender smell and once he had enough, he pulled away.

He left the bathroom, looking around the room until his eyes landed on her luggage.

He smiled, kneeling down to flip the top open. Clothes and each one of them wore the same vanilla smell and various blooms of flowers.

Morpheus forced himself to pull away or else he may lose control. He grunted, disappearing from her room to reappear back to where [Name] was and as always, there was never a bad bone in her body. She was helping a family with setting up their beach mat, the children were giggling about as they played in the sand nearby and she was talking to their mother. He didn’t see the father and he could only assume he was busy parking the car because the children were too excited for the beach. He turned away, disappearing from the dream and just as he did, [Name] was looking in his former direction, apparently thinking she had seen something.

Ever since [Name] saw that dark man in her dreams, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even when she was awake. She found it odd that he was in her dreams because she has never met the man before. Then again, she remembered reading somewhere online that dream people were meant to be people whom she has never met before or simply, never existed. Even so, she tried to shake it off and she did. For now.

The feeling only returned when the dark man came back in her dream. She was snapping photos of flowers to put up on her blog when her hat flew off. The very same man caught it and it triggered her. He looked the same and it made her heart skip a beat. He was a looker too and she wished he was real. When she wakes, disappointment fills her chest, knowing the man of her dreams was only, well, a dream.

Then, she felt paranoid. This sense of paranoia came out of nowhere but [Name] felt it came to be because of the constant feeling of someone watching her. Every turn she took, every step she took, everything she did. It felt as if someone was watching her. She confided her paranoia to her best friend, Rose. One thing led to another and [Name] found herself staying over at Rose’s house until the feeling passed.

Except it didn’t.

One time, [Name] swore she saw something that almost made her hairs stand on end. It was in the middle of the night. Minimal light poured in through the windows as she made her way to the kitchen for a drink. Her steps were quiet as she opened the fridge door, reaching for a bottle of water. When she closed it, she felt something watching her again.

[Name] turned to look and annoyingly, she didn’t have her glasses on but two white dots were seated on a chair in the living room. The figure was shaped similarly to a man but he had white dots for eyes..or something. [Name] rubbed her eyes to look again but found nothing. She swallowed, briskly walking back to her room.

As she went back to sleep and her mind went into dreaming, there was him again. The dark man, watching her silently.

Morpheus took another step up. 31..32..33..His mind was torn between finally acting on his impulses or letting it be. He couldn’t stop thinking about [Name]. He wanted her. He needed her. Morpheus wanted everything about her. So, before he could reach the final step, he let out a low growl and disappeared from his palace.

The waking world was dark, a bright, luminous moon shining over the city. However, dark clouds soon covered the dark skies, rolling thunder shook the buildings and rain fell heavily.

Lightning flashed, there stood Morpheus behind [Name] as she slept. His cool fingers gently brushed her cheek, leaning down as his lips brushed her ear. Her scent tickled his nose and he hummed lowly. His arms hooked under her neck and her knees.

Inside [Name]’s dream, the green meadows melted away into nothingness. She gasped, eyes wide as she looked around at the sudden change of scene. “What..”

“You’re mine now,” A deep voice whispered. [Name] jumped in shock, turning around to find no one there. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut in hopes of getting out of this nightmare or trying to get the green meadows back. But, nothing came.

A hand moved up from her lower back, trailing slowly and sensually upwards until it stopped on her elbow. [Name] felt her shoulders pressed against a firm chest and she tensed, eyes widening as the hand moved to her neck, tilting it back slowly.

Lips pressed to her ears, brushing gently in a caressing manner.

Three words. Three words was enough to send shivers down [Name]’s spine and for goosebumps to appear on her skin.

“Finally, you’re mine,”

Back in reality, the curtains flew wildly. Stray papers from [Name]’s desk flew around in a mess with strong wind howling eerily through the open windows.

A piece of paper landed on the empty bed with cursive handwriting on it.

I need a monster, One who would love me better than most Should he take me away one day, Just know I am where I belong, dear Rose.

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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ahhh I saw you added sandman to your list of characters for requests, so i hope this is ok! I have (predictably) fallen completely for dream of the endless, and would love to see something where he meets you in the waking world for the first time after originally only knowing him in the dreaming. maybe you’ve been dreaming about him for awhile and falling in love but you never actually thought you’d meet him while you were awake

of course, love!! bear with me bc this is the first time i've written for him so the characterization may be a little off!! <3

warnings || a little angst, fluff

"Morpheus?"

He stood tall—flowing black coat cascaded against his stature. His alabaster skin glowed beneath the moonlights gaze and you swore your heart stopped.

"Hello, dreamer."

The affectionate name flowed easily off of his lips and the rumbling sound of his voice prickled his skin. His eyes were soft, unknowlingly only reserved for you, as your own eyes locked with his.

You couldn't help but rush toward him in a hurry and crash your body against his.

He's real.

He's here.

He's in the waking world to see you for the first time—to see the flesh of your own skin reflect under the night's sky. He felt his endless heart surge with joy, the pitter patter was something he hadn't felt in quite some time.

Ever since he found himself in your dreams, Morpheus had grown to enjoy your soft and gentle presence. Soon enough, he found himself infatuated with every waking and dreaming thought of you.

His arms wrapped around you in an instance, finding himself finally at peace to truly be in your arms. Your face was pushed onto his chest and you were enveloped by him.

"You—You're here." It was only a whisper, but Morpheus had heard it.

He stayed quiet, though, resting his chin on the top of your head. He let his eyes close as he took in every essence of your being—your heart beat, your sighs, your smell—everything.

A part of you had always thought that the subconscious of your mind had made him up, even if there was another part of you that knew we was real. You were never really sure—the dreaming state could be quite complicated and tricky.

"I'm here. I'll always be here." The words left on his lips like a promise—an assurance toward you and himself that he'll always be there for you.

He wants to be there for you.

You strain every part of your being to lift your head and look up into his eyes. A ghost of a smile raises upon his lips and your eyes seemed to only shine brighter.

"You're here."

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Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 1: Daydream

Masterlist - Playlist

best to read the *preview* first before this one

previously on Ineffable....

"Listen. I have a... request. And as such, it is up to you whether you will accept it or not," he mutters deeply, his voice a mere whisper yet I have a feeling it can reach the farthest corner of this room.

My eyes stays locked onto his blue, and I realize I've held my breath for a minute, reeling from what he said.

"Go on," I implore. I want to add, For you - anything.

But I bite my tongue, and wait.

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He pauses, as if rethinking his decision. I wonder what it could possibly be concerning, if he did not bring it up with the others in the room.

"You're not getting rid of me, are you?" I jest, although there is a tinge of worry in the pit of my stomach, some part of me thinking that he would actually do that.

Well...even if he does, I certainly won't go without a fight. I am valuable here. I belong here. For once, I no longer feel as if I'm running away from something, or towards some impossible goal. I've got my feet firmly planted in place, and I know who I am.

A year ago, I was just a normal student living in a shared house in the London suburbs. As normal as can be, that is. For someone like me, that was a feat. It all started when I was 5, one afternoon when I spoke to my father. Nothing out of sorts there, one would think. But I was speaking to him without uttering a single word, while I was in the room upstairs with my door shut.

"C'mooon Dad, I wish you'd please bring back pizza next time. I'm bored of the salads and all that."

"Sure thing, hon." his voice echoed in the kitchen, "Although, you still have to get some greens every now and th..."

He had whirled around, expecting me to be there. But I wasn't.

I came downstairs an hour later, and he'd chocked the incident off to exhaustion. I was too young to understand what I'd done, but the more it happened, the more wary dad got around me. Thankfully, he didn't really end up treating me any differently. My dad said I was special and it reminded him of my mom. And soon thereafter, we developed a game out of it. I'd figured out that in order to communicate through thoughts, I have to be the one to first direct a message into another person's head. Then, I can hear their responses to me. It's not the same as reading minds, no, and I for one am utterly grateful that it isn't. Not long after, I developed other... powers too - which initially did not manifest in the best way, and so I tried to stifle them for a long time.

It came as second nature to me, I thought other kids could do it too. Up until 1st grade, when I repeatedly asked Marianne if I could borrow her crayons, and she'd started crying and yelling at me to get my voice out of her head. Since then, I'd learned to reel in my thoughts and not cross into other people's heads. But I do slip up sometimes. The results of which are either comical or downright infuriating, on my behalf and theirs.

And at 21, while trying to make ends meet as a student and bookshop clerk in London, I met Fiddler's Green. Gilbert, he called himself.

He had walked in the shop, his towering stature and curious demeanor appearing to announce his entrance. I tiredly looked up from my post, and took him in as he tipped his hat in my direction.

He strolled over to Fiction, and began his perusing. I let him take his time, looking over at him again a few minutes later, and noticing Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys in his hands.

"Hmmm... sadly I haven't read that one, but I have to say Good Omens and Coraline were impeccable works of his. I'd happily recommend this author..." I sat up, startled, my thoughts had clearly pushed over to him. Please be busy, I thought to myself. You did not hear me. I am simply thinking to myself, that's all there is to it...

"Is that so?" he thought out to me, "Well, I suppose I'll be giving this one a try then."

I wanted to apologize, or to give some sort of excuse, anything. But something told me that he didn't mind. He had this steady smile that was just comforting, that I nearly forgot about my slip-up altogether.

Until... "Don't worry about it, dear. Our thoughts can escape us sometimes. That does not necessarily have to be a bad thing. On the contrary, your advice truly helped. I'm in for a great read, indeed," He jovially comes up to the counter, "So I'll be taking this one, please."

It's safe to say that nothing was ever the same after that day. And I had Gilbert to thank for it. I'd ended up moving in with him, and his wonderfully eccentric collection of flatmates after I was shortly kicked out of my flat, and never looked back.

From then on, I'd learned more about myself and my abilities. Rose Walker and Gilbert were the first people, after my father, to truly see me and accept me for who I was. They understood my abilities, for they too were like me.

And so, if Morpheus thinks I am going to give up this life easily, he is sorely mistaken.

But...

"No," he seems surprised, "Why would you think that?"

Oh, I don't know. You barely speak to me, for one. Apart from when we discuss important matters that relate to the safekeeping of the Dreaming, or when I throw a question your way that you act like you're answering purely out of courtesy.

"I just... what do you really think of me?"

"I...," he starts, and I can see that he was caught off guard, but in plain Morpheus fashion, he tries to appear unaffected.

I stare him down, not letting the question dissipate between us.

"I find you... intriguing," he says after what seemed like the longest pause, "I mean... you're certainly someone who has become important to the Dreaming. I know Lucienne, among others, has grown quite fond of you. And her judgment is one that I hold in the highest regard."

"Hmmm," I am pleased at this, but dare I press on? "But, have you?"

"Have I what?" He asks slowly. Did I stray too far? I may have gotten cocky there, but I hold my ground.

"What I mean is... I have made friends here. No... family. Lucienne, Merv, Matthew, Rose, Gilbert...." I search his face, "Almost everyone, but... you."

His expression loses its signature stoicism, and he gives me a look that is tortured and amused at the same time.

"Am I not a part of that?" The corner of his lips lift slightly.

"Of course you are." You may be the most important of them all. The most captivating. The most perplexing. I add, "But sometimes I feel as if... you'd rather not be."

The silence weighs heavy afterward. But for some reason, I don't feel weary. Not even anxious. I've said what I wanted, and simply being able to be so candid with him like this, strangely gives me calm.

"I... apologize if I've been rather... cold... towards you. If you've felt overlooked or unwanted, it was not my intention," He whispers, "You are...important... to me."

I feel arrested in my seat, all the blood rushing to my head making me feel lightheaded, if that were even possible in this realm.

"Thank you," I manage, "It's okay..."

"No.. you have to know that..," he pauses, "that it's not easy for me. It never has been. These...things."

He stands much closer now, looking down at me, his gaze keeping me in place. When did he get up from his seat?

I take a deep breath, and rise, decreasing the gap between us further.

His eyes flit from my own to my nose to my... lips. He looks pained.

"Especially with you... I...can't..." His words are barely discernible.

"Can't what?"

Another pregnant pause. He rests a tentative hand on my shoulder, as if testing the waters.

And as if this moment was never so pressing, he turns away.

Well, that was something. Nevertheless, this is probably all he can give me right now. In my time around him, I can see how being the literal Lord over an important aspect of the human condition can take its toll.

"You had a request for me?" I try to steer the conversation into a neutral area, "Is it about the mission I have with Gault?"

"About that. I've just decided that I will come with you instead. I need to show you something."

This was a surprise. The two of us have only gone on a mission alone once before, and this resulted from all the others being occupied with their own thing.

"But it can wait," He turns back to look at me, "You should rest."

"Well, technically, I am dreaming," I smile at him.

"You know what I mean," He gives me just a hint of a smile and then starts to leave.

"Morpheus," I voice out in his thoughts, he pauses in his step, "You're important to me too."

He turns back halfway, and I swear I can glimpse a full smile over his shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, y/n."

End of chapter one.

Neil Gaiman reference! I just had to..

Thinking of adding some *spice* to the main plot, and seeing as I'm a sucker for some jealous!Dreamboat or jealous!Reader-- which do y'all prefer? A bit of Corinthian x Reader, or slight Dream x OFC??

Worry not! The Reader's abilities/background will be more fleshed out in the coming chapters.

Also, this fic WILL contain angst. However, I want their relationship to develop healthily and naturally, to some extent. We'll see!

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a deal with dream | morpheus x f!reader

[summary: y/n makes a deal with the captured dream that if she sets him free. he’ll take her away from the waking world]

[warning: angst | blood | fluff if you squint]

the next shift of guard were late so [y/n] offered; to watch the captured Dream until they arrived. she’d seen him before they’ve locked eyes, a numerous of times. She felt pity for him being trapped in a glass cage.

Making her way down the stairs and into the large basement. the glass sphere in the center of the room. the immortal being looked down in silence not acknowledge her presence in the room.

“hello.” she says revealing herself to him, walking closer to the glass sphere.

“it’s me again, y/n.” she says stepping closer. he looked at her unfazed by her friendly demeanor.

“I’d ask you how your day is going but it been pretty much the same for the past decade.” she says, chuckling nervously. then coughed slightly knowing the joke was bad.

“my days been pretty much shit.” she says, walking back and forth.

“my entire life has been shit. from my mother leaving me here. my father being roderick burgess.” she rambled on and Dream wished she had an off button .

“yet, I’ve always of visiting other places and other worlds.” she says, looking at him and he stared at her.

“you are dream of the endless as in Morpheus of Dreams.” she says, and he looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ve been studying Greek Mythology since I was little.” She says, looking at him. A sighs escaped her lips, “I want to make a deal.” She says, looking at him.

“I’ll free you if you promise to show me new worlds.” she said, and he looked at her still raising his eyebrow.

“honestly, I’ll still set you free even if you don’t.” She says, looking to the side.

“but I’m risking my life here.” she says, looking at him.

“I set you free you show me new worlds.” she says again, and he looks at her and into her [e/c] eyes. he could tell she was telling the truth.

“so is it a de-” she gasped a loud gunshot echoed throughout the room. another rang out. she collapsed on the ground blood seeping through her clothes.

she outstretched arm to smudge the binding circle. when another shot rang out and she whimpered in pain. as she smudge the circle.

the light fading from her eyes as dream broke free of his prison. taking care of roderick burgess and alex. he scooped her body up and into his arms. carrying her lifeless body into the dreaming.

to a new world

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Gone

Dream of the Endless x FemReader

I was going to make this longer but I'm honestly just dipping my toes in the water with writing right now.

Summary- Y/n is gone but Dream can't seem accept that.

Warnings- Mentions of death, hallucinations, lost grip on reality. I guess you could count this as angst-no-comfort.

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Y/n had been gone for weeks now, and Morpheus was beginning to lose his grip on reality. The once-majestic palace of the Dreaming was now in disarray, with books and papers strewn about haphazardly.

Matthew flew around the room, trying to find his master's attention. "Morpheus, you must eat something. You haven't left this room in days," he screeched. Morpheus barely looked up from his large chair before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "I don't feel hunger," he muttered, his voice rough and cracked.

At that moment, Y/n appeared before him. She was just as she always looked - her hair pulled into a low braid, oversized sweater draped over her shoulders, and a wide smile on her face. If Morpheus didn't know better, he would think she was still alive.

"Heya!" she exclaimed cheerily. "What's all this mess about?" She gestured to the piles of books before glancing back at Morpheus with concern in her eyes.

"Morpheus…" Her voice turned serious as she lowered her voice so only they could hear one another. "You know I'm not actually here."

"I don't want to talk about it," Morpheus said curtly before standing up from his chair.

"We can't keep doing this," Y/n pressed, following behind him as if they were always walking together side by side. "You can't keep denying my death."

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westdoesnotsleep · 2 years

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A New Day

One-shot

Content Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2561

You find that in one of your many peaceful days; days filled with all sorts of dreams, and the loving care of your lover, Morpheus, that there is something different within you. In a matter of minutes, the realization hits you with the news that you are pregnant. You must break the news to Morpheus and when the day comes, he must learn how to pass the time, as new father.

Your love had gotten you where you needed to be. On a lazy Sunday, when the yellow sun hung high and you sat on your porch swing with a book, there came a sudden feeling, a realization that something within you was happening. And you curled up, setting down your book and then gently placed the thin blanket over yourself as you felt a cool breeze wash over your skin. It was a perfect day, with the most voluptuous clouds and the whispers of sweet rains to come later in the afternoon. For that moment you enjoyed the calm dance of the trees and the shade that pulled into its embrace and then into slumber.

You were grateful for how easily sleep came to your tired body. Because in a moment's notice you opened your eyes and found yourself at home.

It was then that you felt that strange feeling overwhelm you again, it was so subtle. But it was hard to miss. You had to find Morpheus at once. Quickly you rose from the bed of flowers that you’d woken up in, noticing quickly that you were already outside his castle. With haste you dusted your dress off and headed inside.

“Morpheus!” You called. There weren’t many people around and your voice echoed off the walls. “Morpheus!” You repeated yourself, this time more anxiously.

You continued down the hall and found yourself at the library, Lucienne was there, features sharp and concentrated on the task at hand as always. She hadn’t heard your footsteps make themselves known, but your voice cracking through the silence, she did hear.

“Morpheus!” You cried out again.

She stood up from your chair and looked at you with concern in her eyes, “my Lady, is everything alright?”

You shook your head, “I can’t find him Lucienne, where is he?”

“Ah that, he’s around, he’s very focused on his work,” her features dropped the heavy concern, “is something the matter?”

“I have very urgent news to discuss with him.”

She quirked a brow at your response before placing a soft hand on your shoulder, “alright Miss, I’ll lead you to Lord Morpheus.”

You relaxed under her touch and walked beside her. “Has he been working for a while?”

“I’ll be honest Miss, I lose track of time in the library. But I do believe he has been working for msome time now.” She said, and though she knew it might not be the right call, she decided to ask one more time. “Is something the matter, Miss?”

You took a deep breath and stopped in your tracks, “I- I think I might…” And you may have continued that thought but before you could you heard his voice calling softly to you. You turned to face him immediately. His figure loomed overhead, you found your heart beating fast and before you knew it you were speeding down the corridor in the direction of his welcoming arms.

He left out a quiet huff when your bodies collided, but he collected you into his arms as you made yourself at home in him.

“I heard you call for me?”

Face buried in his chest, you nodded and squeezed him. You felt words get caught in your chest.

He brought a hand up to your head, holding you against him, “what troubles you my love?”

You turned to look up into those wonderful eyes of his, star filled and full of light.

“You,” a sigh left you, brave, you needed to be brave, “you are going to be a father.”

He looked dazed as the words escaped you. As if he could not fathom the idea of fatherhood yet again. Lips pursed into a line, he just met your gaze and thought a million things at once. “Are you certain?” But he, too, could feel it. He shook his head, “Do you wish to see this through?”

You broke his gaze and nuzzled into him, then you nodded slightly, “can we?”

‘Can we?’

Those words buzzed in his ears. Nothing could prepare him for the joy. He took your face into his hands and pressed a kiss on your lips, desperate and full of love.

“Anything for you my love.”

Resting with sweat covering every inch of your body you watched as Morpheus stared with curious carefulness, at the small bundle in your arms.

“You can come closer,” you said, your eyes looking down at the sleeping baby and then back up at him. “He looks like you.”

His lips quirked into a faint smile, “does he?” He slowly climbed into the bed making his way closer and closer to you. Once at your side he looked at you expectantly, “may I?”

It dawned on you that the softness from his voice sounded different. It filled you with a kind of love that you were not quite ready for yet, as it overwhelmed your senses, the manner in which it seemed that the child in your arms could turn him into perfectly melted butter in an instant. The kindness in his tone was sugary honey, cascading into your being, taking a hold of you. He was yours, he loved you. He held your son in his arms so carefully, as if a single touch may break or shatter its small light body. The galaxies in his eyes awakened as a new purpose and consciousness stirred into his very soul. He felt as though he too was born anew, the child stirred in his arms, little gurgles of sleep broke from his rest, a smile continued to grow on Morpheus. He held the child closer and he reached for his tiny hands holding it delicately in his. He had forgotten how small babies were. He now had another being to whom his heart belonged to.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. Seconds later, your eyes closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

Morpheus got up from the bed, seeing his sleeping son stir in his arms. “When you wake, I shall show you your home,” he whispered. Then he turned to look at your sleeping figure as a sneeze escaped you. But you turned and continued to sleep.

He walked over to the window, the sun was raining down on him. In the light he watched, as those wide round eyes opened slowly and stared back at him with an equal amount of amazement and marvel. He smiled, he could really see what you meant in that moment, when those bright eyes looked into his soul he felt as if lost in his own reflection.

“We named you some time ago,” he mumbled, his thumb caressing the baby’s cheek tenderly. “Aster,” he said into the air, “she said that you would be a star and we must name you accordingly.”

He felt understood by his son for a moment. In his arms he felt like he carried the universe and the universe stared back at him. That until a cry tore the air and rattled his nerves to his very core. Panicked, Morpheus turned to look in your direction. Did the child suddenly hate him? He was by no means incompetent but he was unerved at the crying that came from the lungs of such a small creature. Determined to not fail as a father, in a blur of sand he exited the room and found himself in the kitchen. Food, maybe his son was hungry. He saw that you had already meticulously prepared bottles of formula. He remembered your worried features, as the anxiety of your child rejecting you and not having formula ran through your head with a million other worse case scenarios.

He took the bottle and found that his attempt to feed his child would prove to be nothing but futile. With some sort of manic strength, the child took one sip from it and then pushed it away from Morpheus’ grip. In his head he smiled, that could count as an endearing moment, but with the crying, he found himself disturbed that he could not, without his magic lull his own son into a state of calm.

He frowned and that seemed to make the child cry more and more. He took a deep breath and thought, he knew it would be wrong to wake you… He tried to rock the baby, gently, “shhhh,” he began so slowly, the gentleness of his heart pouring out. “Dearest, you must rest,” his eyes twinkled. The rocking seemed to work ever so slightly.

He turned to look around in the small space they had, one glimpse at the trees outside, and he knew just what to do. In one more swirl of sand, he traveled from the kitchen into the lush grounds of Fiddler’s Green. The sturdy trees stretched magically ahead.

“This is our realm,” he said, and turned to the still crying child, “it is as much yours as it is mine.”

Morpheus waved his arm in front of him and from the ground, made out of twisted branches and sprinkled with leaves, sprouted a seat in which he sat. Another wave of his hand and butterflies swarmed the area, fluttering in their bright colors, painting the world just for his son. “Your mother loves it here,” he started, and noticed that Aster’s eyes had gone wide and his wails had faded from the air. “This is where she told me she loved me,” he smiled. He was smiling so much, those smiles reserved for the little, unknowing bundle in his arms. “I was smitten by her courage, as I’d been a coward. But she…” his voice faded, those eyes looked at him expectantly, “she faced me head on, called me unaware, pathetic- she completely seized my heart that day.”

Little by little, as he continued to speak, he noticed that you and Aster shared a peculiar similarity. His eyes, which had looked just about everywhere they could, came to a slow descending close. And in minutes, slowed rhythmic breathing left the sleeping baby’s lungs. It seems as his voice had the power to lure even the two most stubborn beings he knew into a deep sleep.

He cradled him, his eyes filled with the utmost adoration. Overhead, the sky was darkening and the stars began to show their glittering bodies in the inky blackness. He felt that warmth fill him. That night he would grant all the dreamers the gentlest of dreams. It was a night for peace.

Sensing that you would wake soon, he left in a sprinkle of sand, returning once more to your side.

You were slowly coming out of the drowsiness and once he appeared next to you on the bed, you reached for your son, even in sleep you had the sense he was much too far from your side. Morpheus smiled, he knew you needed your turn in the moment, but he was slow to do so. Fully and utterly attached to the beautiful baby that you and him had created.

He laid next to you both, thus becoming the big spoon. His hands traced your shoulders and arms, his head found a comfortable spot atop your head where he placed one of many kisses. In your loving sanctuary, though he did not feel tired, he did feel at peace. So Morpheus closed his eyes, finding himself right where he needed to be, and he slept. With your back pressed against him, he felt a tingle in his mind, reminding him that there were a myriad of days ahead and he need not face them alone ever again.

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