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arcade-writing · 2 years

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SWEET AS HONEY

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: Morpheus (dream) x AFAB! Reader

Warning: aphrodisiac used - both parties consenting, flood play, outdoor sex but in a private area, oral, face sitting, blow jobs, desperate sex, nipple play, overstimulation, established relationship, AFAB but gender not stated, french kissing, cum play, Cream pie, aftercare, porn with fluff, minor smelling kink from dream, implied both of you are switches, slight praise kink, LOTS of dirty talk

Absolutely obsessed with sandman at the moment. Morpheus owns my heart. My pathetic soggy meow meow. Been enjoying reading the fics on Tumblr and A03 and decided to give my hand at writing some smut for him!

"My lord, I am requesting your company in the gardens, it's been awhile since we've been able to enjoy a nice stroll."

Dream looked down at you from his throne. Tilting his head as he rested it in his palm. "Oh? And when are you expecting my company?"

"In 2 hours, I am assuming you're accepting my request."

"Always, it would be my pleasure."

You smiled. Turning on your heel as you marched out of throne room. Going straight to the kitchen to prepare some meals for the two of you, whilst dreams don't need to eat you weren't always a being of the dream realm. Once a human just like any other until you crossed paths with Morpheus. Gifted the abilities to walk through both realms as a guide to dreamers when he is away to important matters.

So whilst eating was not necessary, it gave you comfort. It was familiar.

But what was new was the small jar of honey by your hand. A gift. You gossiped with Desire whenever you could, they loved knowing every detail of your embarassing life. Listening to your worries and lack of confidence concerning their brother despite the two of you being together. And so, they gifted a jar of sweet aphrodisiac. A gentle one. One to give you a boost and spark your confidence. Strong enough to even effect an endless like themselves.

You needed to ask Dream before you opened it. You intended it to be for the both of you. And so you hurried along, getting your date ready.

You changed into something light, the sun beaming down on the realm was warm. The breeze cool. Perfect weather as always. You brushed out the blanket on the lush green field, admiring the fountain not too far away. A cobble path leading towards it and outwards, covered in moss and vines. The sound of the rushing water eased you nodded to yourself. Trying to calm down your racing heart.

You jogged back to the back of the castle, instantly colliding with the chest of the very man you were looking for. Looking up to see Dream offering you a smile. Small and warmer than the sun.

"Lead the way." Was all he said, linking his arms with yours.

You two took your time. It was peaceful back here. No one ever came out here unless it was for maintenance. It was the perfect place to be undisturbed.

"I have a gift for you but I want to know if you'll accept it." Your eyes flickered towards him. Your palms growing sweaty as you brows knitted. Worried he wouldn't approve.

"It's from Desire, up their mischief I assume."

He kept his eyes trained ahead. You just caught the small tug on the corner of his lips. Trying not to show his distain for his sibling. But he knew your relationship with them was friendly, Desire was kind in their way when they wanted to be. Even if there's always a catch.

Your eyes widened. A flash of surprise hitting you before you shook your head. "Of course you know." Looking up at him once more to watch his expression. "I was curious to try it but I need your permission, My lord."

"It is granted, i trust you."

Those words made your heart grow fuzzy. Trust from a being such as Morpheus was not easily gained. Often times it was given reluctantly. But you knew him, he was being honest. He truely trusted you and that was all you needed.

Once you two arrived at the picnic, you were first to move. Taking off your shoes and he did the same. Not wanting to track mud on the blanket. Sitting down and patted the spot beside. He followed you and sat down, elbows leaning on his propped up knees. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. His eyes snapped to your direction, a smile tugging ever so slightly on his lips.

"What amuses you?"

"Just you, my Lord."

You grinned. Eyes trailing down to his lips. So pouty. So soft. No Matter how many times you've kissed you still couldn't stop imagining how they would feel. Wanting it imprinted on your memory until you couldn't think of anything else.

"We are alone, starlight, I wish to hear my name from your lips."

"Would you like some tea, Morpheus?" Straying from your thoughts as you tried to not focus on the heat rising up your neck.

He nodded. Finding words not necessary as he helped you take out the tea set you put in the basket. Carefully pouring out the misty tea from the flask as you grabbed the jar of honey. Looking at him, waiting for him to say anything. Wanting to give him another chance to consider his decision but he just took it from your hands. Stirring a glob of honey in each of your cups.

You pulled out the box of chocolates you made the night before then strawberries.

"How fitting, starlight." He mused, grabbing the heart shaped fruit. It was a vibrant red, plump too. Perfect. Watching as you pulled out more fruit, blueberry and cherries. You made sure they were seedless.

Happily stretching out your legs as you got comfortable. Leaning on your elbows as you took a cherry from its container. Biting down with a soft groan. Dream mirrored your position and plucked the cherry from your fingers. His tongue poking where you bit before he ate the rest.

Your cheeks flushed as you watched him smile once more. "Very sweet." He sucked the juices off his thumb, not daring to break eye contact.

Finding your mouth parting, wishing to say something but unable to find the words. You took your cup of tea, taking a long sip avoiding his intense gaze. He chuckled as he used two fingers to push down your drink.

"Slow down, take it in small portions or you'll be too overwhelmed."

You nodded. Feeling a fuzz run through your veins. Trying to calm yourself as you took a chocolate. Shaped as a ball with a cream filling. Shyly pushing it to his lips, which parted eagerly to try what you made. His tongue poking the tip of your finger. That fuzz spiked into a shock of electricity. Already feeling it's effects creep through your system.

He took a small gulp of his own drink trying to even out your situation. A warm flush spread from his throat down to his stomach. His muscles beginning to relax as the heat caressed him.

You grabbed another chocolate, he did the same. Copying you like an inexperienced actor. This ordeal unfamiliar to him as he's never had to eat before, not like you. But he felt a small twinge of magic flow back into him everytime. After all, he made the trees bloom in your little garden, the kitchen you found yourself in made by him. His efforts to make you feel more at home.

Whilst he went to eating it whole, letting it melt on his tongue as he watched you. You took a small bite out of it, lapping up the white moose filling. Eyes looking up at him to watch his expression twitch. You felt pride swell knowing you were effecting him.

Dream took another gulp of his tea but this time a bigger one. His eyes darkening, trained on your every movement as you plucked more food into your mouth. His brows scrunching, holding back a noise as he pressed his stomach to the blanket. The slight friction felt like lightening.

You noticed. Looking down at the small tent, licking your lips. Of course he saw. He hasn't stopped staring at you since this picnic started.

"Hungry, my love?"

"Starved." You croaked out. Crawling towards him, careful not to knock anything over, your hands shakily reaching for his chest as you pushed him onto his back. Dream let you do as you please, enjoying the way you trembled. Your eyes frantic to soak in the sight of him.

Your body sunk lower, finding your place between his legs. Raking your nails over the fabric making his breath hitch. His muscles flexed under your touch as you began to unbutton his trousers. Tugging them down to his knees along with his underwear. Your hand dragging up his thigh to his toned stomach, lifting his shirt in the process. Each touch felt like fire on his skin, his breathing becoming more heavy. His fingers digging into the blanket as he tried to stay still. Trying to keep up his front of control.

He was dream of the endless. The nightmare king. The ruler of this realm and your king. The personification of the dreaming.

He was-

He was putty in your hands.

You slowly pumped his aching cock, relishing in the way it hardened in your grasp. Running your thumb over the vein that run along the underside. Your mind was becoming foggy with every twitch. Your own arousal becoming more apparent to you.

Suddenly, an idea struck your mind. Morpheus knew that look all too well. Biting back his groans as he tugged on your arm, wanting your focus back on him.

"What is that mind of yours conjuring?"

"Desire did tell me there were multiple ways to take this, I wanted to see what would be more effective." You chewed on your lower lip, still thinking of your next move. Trying to not get giddy with excitement knowing you were leaving him so desperate.

Dream had enough paitence to wait thousand's of centuries just to see the solar shower that happened across his families realms. But yet, here he was straining his body to not chase his own pleasure. His lips pulled into a small snarl as he wanted nothing more than you to move your hand.

"And how do you plan to do that, starlight?"

You grabbed the spoon with your free hand, your other than squeezing the base of his cock. He let out a shaky gasp as he jerked his hips up. Humming as you tasted the honey, it was sweeter than you expected. Sharp on your tongue as you kept it on your tongue.

Moving back between his legs and laid on your stomach. Holding his hips as your mouth swallowed around the tip of his cock. The honey dripping down as you sucked, coating his sex completely. His sensitivity going from 5 to 100. Choking out a cry as he throw his head back. Thrusting up into your mouth as you greedily took in as much as you could. Using one of your hands to squeeze and twist the base.

You sucked on the head. Swirling your tongue over the slit making him groan. His fingers ripping at the blanket, your hand kept jerking as you could see he was getting closer.

"You can take all of it, I know you can my love, Take it." It was not a command but a plea. His gorgeous eyes shimmering with tears. Just needing that push to the edge.

And who were you to deny your king?

You removed your hand making him curse under his breath. Forcing his hips to stay down with both hands as you slowly bobbed your head. Taking more inches each time as you loosened your jaw. Feeling him slide into your throat as you adjusted your head, pulling his cock more towards you.

The warmth of your mouth surrounded him. Feeling your tongue drag as you moved your head once more. Up and down. Taking everything right down to the base. He choked on his breath. Feeling himself tip. Throwing his head back as he thrusted harshly into your mouth, cum squirting in thick ropes.

You came off with a wet pop. Panting as your nails dug into his hips. The arousal between your legs was pooling. Dream watched you closely as you crawled up. Sitting between his legs as you rolled out your tongue. Showing off the mixture of spit, honey and his cum. It was filthy. You felt it but seeing his eyes widen only made you shiver. His large hands grabbing at your body as he yanked you towards him.

His lips crashing against yours. His tongue prying through your parted lips. Groaning as your tongues glided against each other. Able to taste himself fully. It was bitter yet intoxicatingly sweet from the honey. You could feel his hand on your neck, squeezing as he tried to pull you closer. You pawed at his chest and shoulder. Pressing your body against him as much as you could. But it wasn't enough.

His fingers making you squirm as they grabbed at your shirt. Only leaning back to remove, throwing it to who knows where. Your clothed heat flush against his cock. Both of you letting out a groan. You let out a squealed laugh as he started kicking off his pants. Reaching back to help him. Why he always insisted on wearing such tight clothing you'll never understand.

You let out a gasp as your back hit the blanket. He tugged down your pants, throwing them to the pile of your scattered clothes. Only leaving with your underwear.

Completely weak beneath him. Trapped under his form as he took in the sight of you. Rubbing your thighs together as you sought out your own pleasure. You needed him. Needing to hear more of his noises. To feel his hands on you. To be inside you.

All you could do was whine. "Touch me"

"I'll do more than that, starlight, I'll kiss every inch of your body as you squirm underneath me."

And true to his word, He held your waist. Caressing your sides as his head dunked down. Kissing along your jaw as he spoke. You rolled your hips up, trying to seek out his body but it was futile. Gasping as his knee pressed against your sex.

"I'll caress and mark your body, you are mine, I will make sure every being understands that." He kissed you down to your chest, sucking on the skin just above it.

His fingers swiped at the honey, taking as much as he could. Spreading it to both hands as he kept kissing your collar bones. Smearing the sticky treat across your chest as he fondled the flesh. Rolling your nipples between two fingers. Pinching them as the honey coated them.

You let out a loud moan, your sensitivity flying. It felt so warm. Like electricity was sparking on your nerves. Mewling as he tugged them. His usual stoic expression morphed into a smirk. Completely smug.

"Taste you until you're trembling and gasping-"

He grabbed as your side, kissing down to your nipple before taking it in his mouth. You couldn't help but grind against his knee. Growing more desperate as the aphrodisiac flooded your system. Already feeling it's sparks from the tea and now feeling it ten fold.

His other hand moved from your other nipple and now Infront of your parted lips. Honey coated them still as you took it in your mouth. Humming as your swirled your tongue around his digits. Your eyes trailing down to see his cock still hard. Straining against him. The head was blushing a dark red as pre cum spilled.

Releasing your nipple he continued his descent down your body. His fingers leaving your mouth with a string of salvia connecting to to them.

"Stealing every chance of breath as I devour you." He moved his body to lay down. His nose nudging your clit. Taking in a deep inhale, smelling your arousal. You wanted to force Your legs shut, embarrassed but he kept them open with his shoulders.

A scream was ripped from you as he tore off the only piece of cloth you had left. Leaving it tattered on the ground as he grabbed your legs. His back slamming down on the grass whilst you sat on his chest. You clutched at the ground trying to stabilize yourself after the sudden movement. Shaking as he just let out a deep chuckle.

Gliding his hands up your thighs as he tugged them forward. You hovered over him, thinking you were crushing him but he guided you over his face. You clenched air as you grabbed his head. "Morpheus...."

"Are you not my lover? Do you not deserve your very own throne? Sit on my face, my love, let me please you."

With that you let yourself lower. Clenching his head between your thighs as he licked a long strip up your folds.

"I could feel how wet you were but now I'm tasting you? You're more addicting than any aphrodisiac."

His words were going straight down to your core. His tongue lapping up what he could. Groaning as he tried to bury his face deeper.

"You've done this to me before-"

"And everytime I can't get enough." He breathed out. Pulling your hips down, putting more of your weight on him. Whining as his noses pressed against your sensative bud.

His tongue squirming between your folds, starting to tongue fuck. You squirmed at the sensation, moving your hips to chase your pleasure. Anything he tried to say was muffled. The vibrations sending you reeling as you moaned.

You let out a cry as he tried to shove your sex even closer. His senses were entirely filled with you. But he insisted. Wanting more. Needing more. Drunk on your taste.

"Morpheus - please -"

Your hands weaved through his block locks. Tugging them rightly in shaky fists. He groaned as he finally moved his head. Sucking on your clit, gently rolling it between his teeth before he lapped it up. Your body heaved as it struck you. Feeling your release get closer and closer.

His eyes locked with yours. Knowing you were hanging on the edge. Parting from your throbbing sex for only a second. "Come for me."

It hit you like a storm. Crying out as your body flinched from how hard you came. But Morpheus didn't stop. Humming as he lapped up your juices. You tugged at his hair again trying to squirm away from his vicious mouth. Greedily taking every last drop from you.

"Too much-!"

Yet it felt so good. Your back arching as you melwed. Rolling your hips to get more but everytime you did it made you tremble. The pleasure becoming unbearable. You sobbed as he licked your clit.

"Morpheus-!" You screamed as a second orgasm crashed against you. Gasping for air as tears ran down your face.

He finally pried himself off you. His eyes were fixed on you. Hazy. Eyelids fluttering as he panted. You crawled back, sitting on his stomach as his hands caressed moved from your hips now to your back. Caressing your spine. Hugging you close to him. Smiling to himself as you shook in his arms. Feeling every twitch in your legs.

"You are cruel...." You whined. Hiding your face in his chest. He could feel your smile as you kissed his pale skin.

"That was mercy, my love, if you allowed it I would spend the rest of entirety with your thighs around my head."

You moaned at his words but as tempting as it was you needed to feel him. Unable to cool the fire souring through your body. As soon as your high ended you were coiled tight in need. Your desire only growing stronger as you grinded back on his sex. Sitting up as you positioned yourself over his thighs.

"I need...I need you to-"

You couldn't wait anymore. The fire consumed you. Clawing at your insides as all of it screamed for him. Morpheus sat up, leaning on his elbows. Only lifting one hand to cup your face. Making you look at him as you shuddered.

"Take what you need, I am your servant, use me."

You gripped his cock, your thumb pressing down on the slit as you guided him towards you. Groaning when he brushed against your aching bud. Unable to stop yourself as you rolled your hips, bouncing up and down as you kept him flush to your sex. The veins running up his dick rubbing against you deliciously.

Squeezing the head as you coated the underside with your juices. Your brain too far gone to feel ashamed. Just desperate for more pleasure.

"And you say I am cruel." He breathed out. Only able to watch. Twitching in your grasp. Your pleasure was his, seeing you so desperate made his head spin.

"Please keep talking...."

You whimpered out. Nuzzling your face into his hand, using your free hand to keep it close. Seeking out more of his warmth.

He was not as cruel as you think. More than happy to guide you to your orgasm. After all, was that not his job? To help those who appear in his realm, seeking out their dreams.

"So desperate, chasing pleasure only I can give you."

His voice was consuming your brain. It was so soft yet so loud. Rattling in your head like thunder but feeling as gentle as rain. It was as rich as the chocolate you ate earlier. It was one of the things you loved so much about him. Ever since you heard it in your dreams you were always seeking it out. To hear every emotion he could muster.

And that needy breathless tone he was using now? Oh - it made your whole body burn up.

"I can feel how wet you are, completely covering me in your arousal, my love, I bet you'd feel so good clenching around me, do you want that? To no longer feel so empty?"

You nodded, feverishly jerking the head of his cock as you kept bouncing. Unable to reach the spike you needed. You couldn't bring yourself to stop. Too lost in the aggravating slow build of it all. It felt so good yet wasn't enough but you couldn't bare to strip yourself away from this pleasure.

"Morpheus, please fuck me, claim me all over again - I need you-!"

He bucked into your grip. Grabbing your chin as he pulled your face down. Forcing you to stare into his eyes.

"Keep begging for me like that, you sound so sweet."

"Please Dream, please my love, I'm already yours so just take me-! You feel so good- please! Fuck me." You let out a sharp shaky breath as you tried to muster your words. "Fuck me until I can't walk, be good for me, you're always my good boy- please-"

He let out a stuttered groan as he suddenly came. His cum spilling all over your hand as his back hit the ground once again. You gasped as you clenched the head of his cock.

Morpheus grabbed your hips, rolling you both over, aligning your sexes together as he glared down at you.

"I'm going to ravish you."

You didn't even get to say a word. He slowly thrusted in, letting out a soft moan. Shocked at how easily he was able to slid in. Bottoming out instantly as he did one rough thrust. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to keep him as close as possible.

Dream couldn't keep his hands off you. Grabbing at your body as he fucked into you. Your hands turning into fists either side your head, tugging and pulling at the grass below. Your lover desperately trying to ground himself as he lost himself in the feel of your warmth. Feeling every twitch and clench. The lewd squelching that came from between your bodies. It was all too much.

His hands finding their way to your chest, holding you just under your armpits as his thumbs rolled your nipples. Your body was glistening under the sun, still sticky with honey. Just as quick as they came, they were gone. His hands back on your hips as he kept you steady. You pawed at his hands and dream happily took them. Your fingers threaded together as he pounded into you.

You clenched as he hit that certain spot. He knew your body all too well. Knowing exactly how to make you see stars.

One of his hands left yours and moved to your clit. Rolling it in tight circles as he puffed out his chest. His head bowing as he let out a strangled cry. Your walls clenching around him more as your pleasure rose.

"So warm.... hugging me so tight- That's it, feels so good when I touch you here, doesn't it?"

You nodded. "Feels....so...good." Drool was now on the corner of your lips. Eyes wet from how intense everything felt. Your mind was going blank as speaking became a challenge.

Each thrust hitting exactly where you needed. His thumb working you up. That peak coming into your mind's eye as he rolled faster. Adding more pressure. Your eyes rolling back as you screamed. Unable to keep yourself to the ground as your back was stuck arched.

With your free hand you pulled him down by the neck. Grabbing a large chunk of dream's hair as your mouths crashed together. Swallowing each others noises as he kept his brutal pace. You could feel it; he was close too. You needed to cum with him.

Dream felt dizzy. Clenching your hand tight. You felt too good- sometimes he wondered if you were real. So perfect for him. Everytime you two delved into this ocean of pleasure he found himself reluctant to swim. Wanting to drown in every fibre of your being. You were his anchor and hardest temptation.

You were practically choking his cock. Even as his tongue pushed into your mouth you were loud. He could hear every gasp, moan and hitch. What has he done to deserve such a wonderful lover?

Morpheus couldn't keep himself together much longer. Feeling his release dangle Infront of him. His thrusts becoming sloppy as you mewled and whined. Knowing you were hanging on just like him.

Your legs wrapped around him tighter, pushing his hips forward. Wanting him just as desperately as he wanted you. Dream finally parted the kiss. Burying his face in your shoulder as he let out a loud moan. Slamming himself into you as your walls twitched. He trembled as small gasps of air left him. Little whines threading through them as he came.

The sheer force drove you over the edge. Milking every last drop out of him as your orgasm hit you. You hugged him tight as your hands pulled at his hair.

You both panted as your hearts slowly went back to their normal pace. He stayed buried inside you as he slumped. Laying ontop of you as you kept him in a tight hug like a koala. Your fingers now weaving through his hair. Soothing the dull ache he felt in the back of his head. He hummed as he let his muscles completely melt.

"That.....was amazing." You beamed. Nuzzling your face into the mop of darkness on his head.

"You were just as spectacular as always, my love." He kissed your neck. Morpheus mused. His voice somehow becoming even deeper. You let out a small laugh as you kissed his head. Thanking him for his kind words.

"Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?"

"No, it was perfect - what about you? How are you feeling?"

"Just as content." He hummed.

With that you smiled. Letting your eyes flutter, enjoying having him so close. The world blurring as you closed your eyes. Embracing the blanket of heat the sun gave the two of you. This was better than any dream you could think of.

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yettobedetermined7 · 1 year

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Imagine going to a Sooners game with Dream and Sapnap

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grrw--boy · 10 months

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•Sweat dreams•

Morpheus takes care of his sleepless lover♡ (morpheus x gn!reader)

Prompt: so many things got pilled up so you're unable to sleep properly for the last days, and morpheus decides it has been enough.

Tw: anxiety, trauma(?, fluff, comfort.

Its has been a hell of a month, maybe even a hell of years.

You'd haved never had a peacefull life, but lately life seems harder than ever, days feel longer and even more tiring, that not even the soft carress of my lover seems to erase the frown on my face.

Morpheus, dream, my love, he has always helped me feel normal, calm, wanted. So i cant help but feel guilty of being so distant from him lately, knowing full well he always tries to help me in any way he can.

But i cant really help it, can't i?

Work has been anything but gentle, with the amount of late doing work i have, im almost restless, not really taking breaks ethier.

Morpheus was anxious, scared even, he knew your work was tiring but this looks extreme.

Its been days since he saw you in your dreams before youd woken up a few hours later, and even in your own dreams you looked exhausted with dark eyebags and a marked scowl on your pretty face

So he had enough

Everyone has bad days so he though youll be okay in a few days, but it has been weeks, so he decided to visit you when he finally had time to. As this not only worried your fisical state but your mental state too.

He remebers years ago when youll end breaking down in his arms, telling him how you couldnt go on like this in tears.

He'd never wish to see you so sadly lonely again, it would personaly pain him too much.

So after he had remotily finished his work he was running to see you.

You where comsuded by another work fit at 3 am when you heard a knock to your aparment door, in confusion of who might be visiting, you shouted a wait to the door while stoping your work and rushing to the door*

"Who is it?" You move your hair to look more presentable trough your stress.

"Its me dear,-" at hearing his voice after so much time you open the door without second thougth, not letting him finish his phrase, seeing your certain tall, blue eyed lover.

"-morpheus." He chuckles at your eageress to see him, but quickly noticed your tired look, unsurpsingly.

"My dea-" "morpheus!, what are you doing here?, so late... is everything alright?" Your voice quickly changes to worry while you question the reason of his visit.

"No, no, dear, everything its okay i just..." he sighes before saying "missed you, we havent seen eachother in a few weeks and i have noticed you havent being coming to the dreaming a lot ethier" he finishes while coming inside as you opened the door more for him to come in.

"Yes i- i have been busy lately, im sorry love, i think i didnt realise we havent seen eachothee in that much..."

"Theres nothing to be sorry about my dear, i know you're stressed, i want to help you" he notices the amount of work in your desk "and its quite late too, you need rest, and love. come on to bed now" he holds your arm to the bedroom.

"B-but morpheus! Theres to much to fini-" "no, to bed now, tomorrow youll finish your chores, when you're well rested"

You sigh giving up, as you cant convice the dream lord of anything especially about your care, and because the offer didnt sound so bad.

Morpheus gides you into bed before turning of the lights in the office, going to laid with you and give you your well needed rest. He goes to hold you as you get more comfortable next to him, already feeling sleep taking over you while feeling dream kissing your forehead and rubbing your head as you cuddle with him.

Before you knew it you were magicly falling asleep in your lovers embrace, feeling some beat of calmness in a long time, before hearing some soft whispers of your lover, knowing youll get some enticing dreams tonight

"Sleep well my love, ill see you in a moment".

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enzoluvsyou · 7 months

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ITS SO HOT

KINTOBER DAY FOUR

TW: biting, lots of use of “ slick “, omega dream

🎃: WEREWOLF! DREAM X VAMPIRE! MALE READER

dreams pants as he calls you. his hips grinding into the pillow harshly. he whines as you take forever to answer. “ dream? what’s up it’s late “ he hears you shuffle over the phone “ come over? please i need you, it’s so hot “ your brows furrow, shit. “ dream baby are you in rut? “ he nods his head stupidly. “ yes- please hurry “

dream whines more it feels like forever since he called you- it’s only been about 15 minutes. you throw his door open in a hurry- fuck does it smell good. his head flies up in a hurry “ y/n.. please “

you rush over to the bed hurriedly taking your clothes off and kicking off your shoes. climbing into his bed you kiss him softly. “ what do you want me to do baby? “ he just whines in return grinding onto your thigh. you reach over and grope his ass, you realize he’s not wearing any clothes. poor baby he must feel so hot.

your fingers toy with his hole, he’s loose already his slick drooling down his thighs. “ your so wet “ you whisper kissing down his chest. “ fuck me? please i need it “ dream begs moaning. you turn him around so his back is to your chest.

your fingers slip into his hole, thrusting them in easy, he’s so loose. pulling your fingers out it’s covered in slick, you start jerking off your cock “ hear this baby? im jerking off with your slick “ you whisper into his ear, he moans burrowing his head into his pillow “ hurry please “ he whines. you line you cock up with his hole pushing in slowly it slips in with no problem. you still try to go slow just in case you hurt him but dreams impatient, he pushes back fully taking you in.

you wrap your arms around his waist thrusting deeper into him “ feels so good “ he slurs moaning as he shifts his hips backwards fucking himself on your cock.

“ good boy keep going “ you mutter softly biting at his neck

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cc!Dream x male reader

Dream streaming and his fans notice a load of purple marks on his neck and start going crazy. Twitter and his chat are blowing up with questions and Dream tries to play it off as a big bunch of bug bites but no one’s having it.

Over the next week people do some digging, trying to find out who the mystery person is, they’re just so curious they can’t help it. A few people think it’s George but that wouldn’t make sense since he’s in England at the moment so that theory soon becomes a bust.

As time goes on you just watch the whole thing unfold and get the brunt of Dreams annoyance by having to endure him whining about you not leaving the purple marks in areas that he could hide with ease. You only smiled and ran your fingers through his hair sighing as the smell of coconut filled your lungs.

“Don’t you think we should just come out? We’ve been in a secret relationship for ages you know and-” you paused not wanting to come off as too pushy but Dream only hummed for you to continue “I just wanna show everyone that you’re mine” the last sentence made the other blush and smile, he soon silently agreed.

It wasn’t long before the video of you both sharing a quick kiss with the caption “he was the big bite y’all ;)” uploaded to Dreams twitter and almost immediately went viral, a mix of positive and negative reactions engulfed you two but to be fair you both were just happy to be out and happy together.

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Lord Morpheus X Male Reader X Winchester Brothers

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Authors Note: ITS FINISHED 😩 Took my sometime to complete it but here is the supernatural and sandman crossover that I said I was going to write! I hope you enjoy it because I sure did!

Summary: Sam and Dean are struggling with saving a child’s life who had fallen into a coma, causing Reader to look into it and help the brothers out, only to find out that this situation is needed by Dreams help, the only one who can know and help the child.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of Matthew, Sam and Dean being chaotic, past trauma, mentions of death, gault the dream, mentions of the Corinthian, Jack is god, Dean never dies and Lives a happy life, Johanna Constantine, Reader is a mage, judgmental dream.

Word count: 5k

It was snowing in London, winter had arrived and the streets were full of snow. Not many people went out due to the cold weather, remaining indoors and away from the harsh cold winds. Y/n had flown from the states to London in order to help an old friend out. A necromancer that only asked for his help whenever it came towards certain artifacts or creatures that needed to be dealt with. He was the only one who’d come to help that old friend of his, the two splitting up the pay and having enough to fly back home after his work was done.

“Men of letters.” He hears Johanna scoff, tossing some things aside in her office as she rummaged through the mess. Y/n had grown used to her dirty office and the amount of stuff that she kept was ridiculous but he had no way of judging her.

“What about them?” It’s been a few years since he was claimed as a men of letters, working with the Winchester brothers on hunting down such vile creatures that hurt others, sometimes allowing them to live if they deserved it. After Jack took over as god the amount of supernatural disasters have died down, focusing on clearing up the world and making changes. The kid was busy with his own duties but still made time to visit the brothers every once a while, remembering that they took care of him and raised him together.

Johanna Constantine chuckles, on her hands and knees as she looks underneath her desk, shoving books aside along with other material. Y/n rolls his eyes at her messy stare again. “I met one of them a few years back—never wanted to kill someone so bad.” She grunts, pulling a book out and smiling in victory. “Anyways, I didn’t trust them at all but I can say that I trust you now.” The necromancer stands from the floor, dusting the book in her hands as she hands it to him. “Your reward.”

Y/n takes the book in his hand, smiling softly as he reads the tile and checks the inside pages. The book was in good condition and he won it over after his job with Johanna. “Thank you, Constantine. I’ll let the boys know that you miss them.”

“Please—tell that to either of the two and I will kill you.” She threatens, pointing a finger at him. Not wanting to admit that she too, cared for the boys. “Run along now, before your flight takes off without you.” She ushered him out of her office and towards the front door of her flat. Y/n laughs under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief as he tucks the book in his own bag, keeping it secured.

“If you ever need my help again, don’t be afraid to call.” Y/n reminds her, giving her a quick wave and leaving her flat before she decides to change her mind and take the book back. When he steps out of the building he takes notice of the snow falling, extending his hand out as the small flakes land on the palm of his hand, quickly melting in his warm hands. He smiles softly to himself, stepping into the empty streets, street lights on as they guided him down the dark streets. Y/n’s flight back home was a private one, having enough to afford the flight in order to return back home to the Winchesters. He had invited the brothers to join him but Dean still had a fear for flying and Sam couldn’t leave his brother behind, the two were a package deal and if neither could him then they’ll have to stay. Y/n didn’t mind their decision and understood why they would stay behind, after everything they’ve been through they deserved a break, finally.

Y/n continued to do his own work, helping out necromancer or any other magic user that asked for his help. He couldn’t refuse their pleading and would jump into the task, getting things done and getting paid enough to afford his living and some food too. If he was generous he’d sometimes finish the task for free without any charge, not really needing the money.

When he reaches the bus stop he’s quick to check the time, making sure that he didn’t miss it since he was alone, waiting. He lets out a breath, pulling his coat tight against his body, trying to escape the cold and find some warmth in his own clothes. His gaze is focused on the falling snow that he doesn’t hear the sound of flapping wings.

“I found you.”

Y/n is startled at the cheerful voice, looking over his shoulder to see Jack Kline sitting on the bench, arms crossed over his chest as he shivers from the cold. Y/n chuckles and slips his coat off, sacrificing his only coat in order to keep the god warm. He steps over and placed his coat over Jacks shoulders, smiling at him from underneath his scarf. “What brings you here, Jack? Shouldn’t you be back in heaven managing work?” He questions, raising a brow.

Jack sniffles, slipping his arms through the coat sleeves and adjusting. “Actually, I wanted to check up on you—you see, while you were gone both Sam and Dean were struggling with a hunt—I would jump in and help but I’ve been busy so, I wanted to see if you’d like a ride back to the brothers? Perhaps help them?”

Y/n stares at him with a shocked expression not knowing what to say. He’s seems the brothers deal with many hunts before, good and bad, nothing ever stopped them from finishing the job and never gave up. But, with Jack appearing and asking for his help caused him to worry, afraid that it was something they aren’t able to finish.

“Is it bad? Are either of them hurt?” He’s quick to question, thinking of any possible way that they’d be hurt or in trouble.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad just—difficult to solve.” Jack shrugs his shoulders, reaching out to take his hand into his own, giving a shy smile. “Let me take you home.” He offers again.

Y/n sighs in defeat, how could he refuse him? Before, Jack took the title of god he was the one who helped the poor kid with his abilities, become his only close friend and someone he could trust and talk too. Jack always approached him when it came towards human life, asking about the way humans function and what he can do to be like them. The kid was still new to everything and to suddenly become god must be weighing him down a little.

“Of course.” Y/n says with a faint smile.

In a blink of an eye he’s standing outside the bunker, back in Kansas. It wasn’t snowing there yet but the night was still cold, harsh winds blowing the two. Jack had returned his coat back to him, wrapping it around him as he gives a cheerful smile. “Take care of them, please? They’re all I have.” Jack cared deeply for the brothers, the two raised him and taught him everything. He sees them more as parents then brothers, loving them deeply and caring for them too.

“I will.” Y/n promises, giving Jack one last smile before the god disappears. He shivers from the wind, standing alone in the empty street as he makes his way inside the bunker, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He’s greeted by the warm air, sighing in relief as his tense shoulders relax. Once he closed the door behind him he’s quick to remove the scarf and coat, opening the second door that stood in his way and into the bunker where he stands on top of the stairs, looking down at the two brothers who sat on the table, surrounded by books and open computers.

“Hello boys.” He calls out, getting their attention. Sam is the first to sit up from his seat, smiling at his presence. “Welcome back!” He greets in return as Y/n walks down the steps, setting his coat and bag on the empty chair next to Dean. “It’s good to be back—actually I have to make a quick call.” He reminds himself that he’s to cancel his private flight and to pay the pilot too.

“So, what you do in London?” Dean is the first to ask, shutting the book in front of him and tossing it on the table.

“The usual.” Y/n responds, texting away in his phone and sending a message to his private pilot instead and sending the money through before turning to face Dean, smiling at him. “Johanna says Hi.” Both Sam and Dean had only met Johanna a couple of times, usually by coincidence but her and Dean got along very well.

“Did she gets me anything?” Dean grins, wiggling his brows as he holds his hands out, expecting a gift from the necromancer but instead is handed a dollar from Y/n. “Mm, nope.” He pops the P, smirking at Dean. “But, I did get something for Sam.”

This gets the youngest brothers attention. “You got me something?” He’s confused but also surprised by this gesture. Y/n unzips his bag and pulls out the book that Johanna gave him as part of the reward. He hands Sam the large book as he explains. “Johanna found another book by the men of letters during her own time. As you know she despises them—expect us, of course.” He chuckles. “She wanted me to take it and thought you’d like it.”

Sam holds the book in his hands, flipping through the pages that are full of records and information about the groups previous hunting and research. “Wow, thank you.”

“Nerd.” Dean mumbled out, pocketing the dollar as he focused back on his own reading. Sam rolled his own eyes, attention back to the book that he was given. Y/n hums in satisfaction and glanced at their work, raising a brow at what they were researching. “What’s all this about?” He takes one of the books, reading through the open pages and looking up at the two brothers.

Dean is the first to speak up. “We got a call from an old friend, telling us that one of his kids was having strange dreams—probably nightmares. We thought it was something normal since everyone dreams until the Kid fell into a coma.” The older Winchester sighs deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Before she fell in a coma she told her parents that she kept seeing a lady with butterfly wings and an hour glass that slowly counted the hours.”

Y/n tilts his head, confused but also intrigued. “How long had this child been in a coma?”

“About a month.” Sam cuts in. “She wasn’t sick or showed any signs of being put in a coma. The kid was perfectly healthy and the next day she’s in a coma.”

“They think it’s a Baku,” Dean shows him another open book of an animal like creature. “That can’t be right, a Baku protects the dreamers and leaves once the evil is gone. No, that can’t be it.” He mumbled, reading the passage and frowning at the research. “No, this is something else it’s not a Baku it has to be something else.”

“Well, what else could it be?”

Y/n thinks and asks himself what else it could be that is causing the child to fall into a coma. His eyes widen, coma, that’s it! He scrambled to take Sam’s laptop without asking, getting a surprised ‘hey’ from him as he types away. “Is it possible that she has the sleepy sickness?”

“The what?”

“The sleepy sickness, it happened back in 1926. Hundreds of children including men and women fell into a deep sleep, never waking up. Not a single doctor or nurses could wake them up.” He explains, shaking the brothers the Research he pulled up online.

“Do you know what caused the sickness.” Sam asks, interested but still confused.

Y/n sets the laptop down, frowning deeply. “Yes.” He knows what caused the sickness and realization brings a deep worry in him. “I need to contact someone—if I even can.”

“Whoa, slow down.” Dean placed his hands on his shoulders, stopping him from going anywhere. “Who do you need, Sam and I can help.”

“Yeah, we promised this friend that will help his daughter.”

Y/n sighs to himself. “It’s complicated.”

“Come on, y/n. It’s us—“ Dean gestured to himself and Sam. “What isn’t ever complicated that we can’t understand.”

Dean was right, both brothers have seen and been through everything and knowing about something new wouldn’t change their perspective about everything. The two were always up for a challenge and knowing about this issue that they suddenly had a hard time handling.

Y/n looks at the two brothers, nodding at them as he sits down, gesturing to the empty seats that the two brothers take, sitting down and ready to listen.

“Rodrick Burgess was a magic user back in 1926, using his books and spells to try and summon death. Rumor says that he didn’t capture death but instead something far more evil and dangerous—people claimed that he captured the devil himself, keeping it locked away in his basement and being granted immortality.” He explains to the brothers. “Burgess was known and famous for the capture of the devil, but not everyone knew that his words and stories were all lies. He never captured the devil nor death, instead he captured something far more different and powerful.”

“What did he capture?” Sam asks.

Y/n glanced at him, grinning a little. “A dream.”

“A dream?” Dean raised a brow, not buying it.

“Well, not exactly a dream, but The dream—Dream of the Endless, Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, The Sandman.” Y/n takes notice of Deans expression changing into a surprised one before laughing. “The sandman? Seriously.” He wasn’t believing him.

“Yes Dean, the sandman. Rodrick Burgess captured Lord Morpheus for a hundred years and during that time the sleepy sickness came to be in the twenties, because of Burgess greed and foolish acts he endangered humanity causing the death of many innocent lives. Without Dreams humanity can crumble.” His soft eyes harden, sharply turning to Sam. “Sam when you first started hunting with your father and Dean you had nightmares constantly, right?”

Sam swallows nervously. “Yes.”

“And did they ever go away?”

“I—not really no.”

“That’s because Morpheus wasn’t released until recently, returning back to his realm after a hundred years. Your nightmares remained—tell me, what did this nightmare look like?” Y/n leans forward, elbows on the table as he propped his chin on his hand, eyeing Sam as the poor brother grows uncomfortable.

“I don’t know.” He’s quick to say.

“Did he wear sunglasses? Perhaps wore a tailored white suit who came up to the victims and threatened them with a knife. What color were their eyes?”

Sam’s eyes widen at the memory of the nightmare, shocked that Y/n knew exactly how they looked liked. “He didn’t have eyes he had—“

“Mouth as eyes.” The two day in unison, shocking the younger brother. “How did you know that?”

“Because I met him, his name was Corinthian. A very troublesome nightmare.” Y/n remembers the Corinthian, pesky little nightmare who brought terror to many dreamers but he couldn’t do anything to stop the nightmare. He was Morpheus greatest creation and who knew if the Corinthian will ever be created again after the disaster and trouble he caused.

“Look, If you want my help with this child then I have to find Morpheus or get his attention somehow.” He stands from his seat and collects the books around him, hoping to use them to find a way to summon Morpheus. “Out of curiosity, did you see or feel anything when you saw this child?” He hopes to find something that’ll get his attention and help them faster.

“Nothing really, room showed nothing unusual. Parents were doing fine.” Said Dean, shrugging his shoulders at the younger man. “There was a crow though.”

“A Raven.” Sam corrected Dean. “Same thing.” Dean shot back but Sam glares at his own brothers. “No it’s not—“

“A raven you say?” Y/n cuts in, earning a nod from both brothers. This causes a smile to grow on his face, dropping the books and collecting his coat. “Drive me there.” He demands the two brothers, not giving them time to protest as he makes his way to the garage where he finds the impala and quickly jumps into the back. Both brothers quickly get some warm clothes on and start up the impala, Dean driving them out of the garage and onto the road, driving them to their friends house.

It was mid afternoon and the streets were empty, humans working and doing their own things while they continued on with their hunt. The ride their took a few minutes, giving Y/n the time to think about his next step. It’s been awhile since he’s last spoken or seen Morpheus, the dream lord far too busy handling his realm and duties. After Y/n heard about the Burgess stories he grew curious to know more, leaving the Winchesters brothers on their own, parting ways and finding his way to London. Finding out that the stories and rumors told were semi-true as an Endless stayed trapped in the old man’s basement.

Y/n had found a way to slither inside the manor, taking a job and sneaking into the basement where he finds Dream of the endless, locked away in a glass globe with no clothes on, exposed to the guards that watched over him every night and day. That same night that he found Dream was the same night that he freed him, knowing that the endless wouldn’t hurt him unless given a good reason. After Dream was given his freedom again he had disappeared from his life only to show up again in less than a day to ask for his help on finding his tools and repairing his kingdom.

During their time together they grew close, changing dreams perspective of humans and how not everyone was considered cruel. He stuck by Dreams side until it was his time to return back to the Winchesters.

“Will I see you again?” Morpheus was the one to ask him.

“Perhaps in my dreams.” Was his only response before the two went their separate ways.

It’s been months now since they’ve last spoken and Y/n had seen Morpheus in his dreams, perhaps the endless was far too busy to pay him a visit but hopefully he’s able to see him now that a friend is in trouble. When they arrive to the house, impala parked on the side of the road as Y/n steps out, followed by the two brothers as he looks at his surroundings.

“What are you looking for, exactly?” Dean asks, slipping his hands in the pockets of his coat and leaning against the car as he watched him. Sam does the same, crossing his leg over the other and leans over to whisper to Dean. “Sure he hasn’t gone crazy?” Dean snorts.

“For a raven.” Y/n answers, eyes casting from the trees to the roof of the house, stepping closer as he squints his eyes to see a familiar black raven perched in front of a window hiding behind a tree. “Matthew?” He calls out.

The ravens head perks up at the sound of his name, head turning and tilting.

“Matthew!” He calls out again, waving his hand at the raven. The creature doesn’t think twice as he flies away from the window and towards Y/n, landing in the white wooden fence. “Well, well, I didn’t think I’d see you again, mage.” The raven ruffled his feathers while Y/n chuckles at Matthews words. “Mage?” He questions.

“What? I don’t know what else to call a magic user let alone a cool one that actually knows how to use magic, unlike Constantine.” Matthews voice is full of dislike towards the name, still not having a liking towards Johanna after the struggle they had with regaining Morpheus’ sand.

Y/n rolls his eyes at the raven. “I’ll accept mage, for now.” He challenged the raven to find him a suitable name the next time they meet. “Anyways, I’m here to speak with Morpheus, is he to see by any chance?” His eyes gaze into the ravens dark eyes, hoping to find a trace of the dream lord.

As Matthew concentrated on seeking Morpheus both Winchester brothers watched with wide eyes while Dean opened and closed his mouth when he heard the raven speak with Y/n. “Are we going to ignore the talking raven?!” He exclaims, startling Matthew as he shakes his head. “I can feel him in my head—still not use to it.” He caws at Y/n, glancing at the two brothers. “They with you? If not then I made a huge mistake and the boss won’t be to happy.”

“They are with me.” Y/n reassured the raven not wanting him to get into any trouble. Matthew caws again. “Good, don’t want to be in any trouble…again.” Even though Morpheus had grown to like his new companion it still didn’t mean that he couldn’t get into an trouble and get away with it.

“It’s alright, if Morpheus is too busy then I understand i won’t bother him anymore.” Y/n gives the raven a faint smile, not wanting to pressure Matthew into focusing his boss to see him.

“I’ll never be to busy to see you.”

The familiar deep and soothing voice gets his attention, turning around to see Lord Morpheus himself standing only a few feet away from him. His hands inside his black coat and with a rare faint smile on his face, one that he’s only seen once. “Morpheus.” Y/n says his name like a prayer.

“Y/n.” Morpheus says back, letting the familiar name slip from his lips as the two finally reunite after some time apart. “You called for my help.”

“I did.” He turns to the two brothers, clearing his throat as he introduced them. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester, family and close friends of mine.”

“Yes, I know who they are.” Morpheus narrows his eyes at them. “I’ve read their stories and dreams various times, one of my dreams has a liking towards that one.” His main focus is on Dean who squirms in place. “I’m sorry, but did you say Dream?”

Morpheus doesn’t respond, stoic face coming back again as he eyes the brother up and down. His intimidating gaze frightening him even more until they shift to the older one, Sam Winchester. Morpheus had also read his dreams, gaze softening, the dream lord had seen his dreams and nightmares, mainly nightmares and couldn’t help but grow a little disappointed at the taller man. He was shown his true nightmares by the Corinthian for years, hoping to encourage Sam into confronting them in his real life but he never did. In the end he continued to fear, taking up years of courage to finally face them.

“What kind of help were you seeking?” Morpheus ignores the brothers and focused back on Y/n, ready to help him in any way possible. “There is a child who I need to look into.” Y/n starts. “She fell into a coma a few days ago but before she did she mentioned a dream she was having—a women with the wings of a butterfly.”

Morpheus huffs out a faint chuckle, turning to face the house where the child lies in bed, sleeping. Matthew had flown to his side, landing on his shoulder after gaining the trust of the dream lord and granted permission to do so. “Gault.” He simply says.

“Your nightmare?”

“Not anymore, I have turned her into a dream for it is something that she wished, wanting a new change.”

“Wait, what exactly this dream doing to the kid?” Sam is the first to ask, getting the dream lords attention. “Gault has the ability to shift into any form, taking the shape of what the dreamer desires most. She brings them good dreams.” Morpheus sighs. “Gault reports me the dreams that she gives the child and she is happy and at peace within the dreaming.”

“I thought dreamers couldn’t enter the dreaming and that only powerful beings and your creations were welcomed.” Y/n is confused by this. Yes, he had the chance to visit the dreaming a few times due to Morpheus permission but why was this child granted permission? Did this child hold something special inside of them that caught the dream lords attention?

Morpheus agrees with Y/n. “My creations and whoever else I welcome is allowed into the dreaming but this is something different, something out of my control.” He explains.

“Is there a way that we can wake her up?” Asked Dean, standing next to Y/n as the three spoke to the dream lord.

Morpheus sighs deeply, gaze turning to Matthew who only lowered his head, getting the message that the child is never to wake up. “No.” Morpheus says. “The child cannot be woken up nor will she ever be woken up.”

“Why not?”

“Because, the child’s time is up.” Another soft voice cuts in as Death stands behind her brother, giving them all a sad smile.

“Who are you?” Dean glares at death, having no idea that he’s staring down death herself.

Death laughs at the Winchester brothers. “You two are slippery and always escaping my grasp, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far.” She points out, raising even more questions between the brothers until Y/n leans over to whisper to the two. “This is Death, Morpheus oldest sister.”

“This is death?!” Shouted Dean, earning an embarrassed blush from the mage who avoids his gaze while death smiles. “Yes I am, now. Again, you two are slippery—always cheating me. You aren’t using anything to stop me are you?”

“Would the god of heaven count?” Y/n asks, curious to know. At the mention of heaven the sudden memory of Jack come to the brothers, wondering if it’s Jack that’s preventing them from dying and escaping death everyday, could Jack even do that?

“God himself?” Death thinks, “I’ve only met him once when I was allowed to visit the Silver city. Heard rumors the a new god had taken over the city and I can help it but say that this new god is a lot better than the last.”

“That’s our Jack.” Dean says with pride, smiling proudly as he nudged Y/n while the mage rolled his eyes. “I doubt Jack would break the rules for you two, perhaps it’s pure coincidence that you escape Death everyday.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Their conversation is broken when Matthew caws, flying on the sky as he circled the small crowd. Morpheus looks up at his raven and frowns, lowering his head to focus his gaze on Y/n who understood his expression. “I’m guessing it’s almost time.” He whispers.

“Time? No—isn’t their a way?” Sam understanding the meaning of time and knows why this was all happening. “She’s just a kid—her parents are in there and waiting.” He pleads, eyes full of desperation as he looks at the two Endless siblings.

“I’m sorry Sam, but there is nothing that can be done.” Death tells him, giving him small pat in his arm, comforting him and letting him know that this was her duty and she couldn’t change it.

“The child won’t be alone, Death will be with her and she is in the dreaming where she enjoys her last moments in a world that she creates.” Morpheus lets the brothers know that the child won’t die in vein. “She will be at peace, I’m sorry that I couldn’t help.” He directs his last sentence to Y/n who already knew about their duties. They had no control over it and could not break the rules for a child who’s time was approaching. “It’s not your fault, it’s understandable.” He reassured morpheus.

Death gives them all one last smile before sighing to herself, approaching the house and entering the home, welcoming herself inside as she continues with her own duties. Morpheus had seen his sisters work and knew that she’d bring the child to a much better realm with far better peace. When his sister disappeared into the home he turns back to Y/n, giving him a small nod. “I apologize that I wasn’t much help.”

“Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault. These things happen, it was her time and you gave her the best dreams as a farewell.” Y/n smiles at Morpheus. “I’m proud of you, Morpheus. For making a change.” He knew that the dream lord was adjusting to changes in himself and his realm, improving his methods and providing new dreams and nightmares.

Y/n stands next to his side, shoulder to shoulder as they stared at the house, waiting for death to finish up. “You never did visit my dreams.” He suddenly blurts out, pulling a laugh from the lord. “I owe you an apology, my duties kept me busy but I’ll make sure to visit tonight.”

“Promise?”

Morpheus leans forward, pressing his forehead against the mages. “Always.”

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writeshite · 2 years

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Hi! Would it be possible to see more of the Fallen Angel/son of Lucifer character with Morpheus?? Their dynamic is stellar!

Dream Not Of The Morning

Summary:

“You look horrid.” It’s early morning, well you assume it is, judging by how grouchy Morpheus seems waking up. His face remains stubbornly tucked away from the outside light; you stretch your wings, arms still wrapped around your lover, and chuckle at his resolve to stay in bed.

Pairings:

Morpheus x Male!Reader

Tags:

Fallen Angel!Reader | Fluff

Words: 832

Author's Note:

I had no direction for their dynamic in the original fic, but glad to see you enjoy it.

“You look horrid.”

It’s early morning, well you assume it is, judging by how grouchy Morpheus seems waking up. His face remains stubbornly tucked away from the outside light; you stretch your wings, arms still wrapped around your lover, and chuckle at his resolve to stay in bed.

“You tend to have the effect on people,” he mumbles. You spread your wings, and the feathers part to allow the light to shine on his face; he just burrows closer to you, turning his head into the pillows. “Do be a dear and cuddle me, will you?”

You grin, moving to lie on your back; you drag him atop you, staring up into the endless dark of his eyes; they’re half-lidded, portraying mock irritation at having been moved from a comfortable position. He places his arms on your chest, crossed over each other as his head looks up; his hair is unkempt, skewed in the various directions you pulled it last night. “Hellborne of the Morningstar, would you be so kind as to allow me another hour of blissful sleep?” he quips.

You pretend to ponder the question, lips pursed, “Perhaps for a kiss,” you respond, “I might consider giving you peace of mind.” You pucker your lips, and he rolls his eyes; leaning forward, he pecks your lips, but you scrunch up your face. “One more?” He repeats the action, and you ask for another kiss, leading him into soft brief kisses exchanged lazily as his fingers thread through your tangled feathers. “I do so enjoy the taste of you,” you mutter on his lips.

Morpheus grins in response, “What do I taste of?”

“Stars,” you begin, shifting to sit up; you bring him to sit between your legs, holding him close as you trace your hands on his arms, “the endless expanse of nothingness and forever. You leave wonder in my mind, and every touch,” you kiss his hand, “brings me that and more.”

“Poetic this morning, aren’t we?”

“A consequence of being around your wretched self,” you stick your tongue out, and he pushes your head away with a laugh.

Your mother had once said hell would freeze over before she’d ever allow Morpheus to so much as grace your presence, and you took that as a challenge - freezing one of the circles yourself, with the same mischievous smile she was familiar with before announcing the fact that you’d defiled Morpheus in one of your grandfather’s holy houses. “I’m not sure if I should be angry or impressed.”

“I’d choose both; after all, what else would you expect from the son of the Morningstar?”

You chuckled to yourself, drawing Morpheus from his half-dozed state, “What amuses you?”

“Nothing of importance,” you replied, “Should we join Lucienne for breakfast?”

Morpheus shook his head, “I’ll never understand your obsession with eating; it’s hardly necessary,” he complains, yet follows suit when you move from the bed, slipping on one of his dark robes; he threads your fingers together, folding one of your wings closer to his side.

“Well, my dream, some of us do so enjoy the taste of human delicacies,” you tell him. The stairs shift from sand to solid stone as you trek down, the ceiling of his castle opens to allow light inside, and you find Lucienne dining with Death - the other endless rushes towards you when you enter, a smile on her face as she greets you.

“It’s been too long,” she said, “I hope Dream hasn’t been keeping you all to himself all this time.”

“Unfortunately so, he’s rather selfish for my attention,” you whisper not so subtly, earning yourself an elbow from Morpheus and laughing from Death and Lucienne.

A tray display of scones and various treats are on the table; jam, tea, and sugar are there as well; Lucienne has a book open and nibbles on one of the pastries. You join them for breakfast, dragging Morpheus to sit beside you as you catch up with Death, “I see you’ve gotten a lot closer since the last time I saw the two of you,” she comments.

Lucienne scoffs, “I’d say.”

Morpheus squints his eyes at her, and she shrugs. You converse lightly, but even a prince of hell must return to his duties sooner or later; this is evident when a hellhound treks its way into the castle - fire and brimstone trialing after, it deposits a scorched piece of parchment on your lap, then sits, tail wagging as it waits. Morpheus tries not to pout when you stand to leave, “Come now, sweet dream, no need to frown,” you tell him, cupping his face; you kiss his nose, “I’ll return to bother you soon enough.” You peck his lips, tilting his head to the side; you only part when the hellhound drags you by your cloth, teeth sinking into your pants.

You wave goodbye to Lucienne and Death, wings spread, you step out the door and ascend, leaving a trail of feathers and a dopey Morpheus.

End Note:

Morpheus joins my long list of fictional characters that have captured my heart. Stay Hydrated.

#morpheus x male reader #morpheus x reader #dream x male reader #dream x reader #the sandman imagine #shiterequests

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sunflowerdaisybee · 1 year

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Hello there!

So I saw your posts and I absolutely fell in love with your blog and I wanted to request something

Like feral boys with a reader who has low self-esteem (they/them please!) and they think they are not good enough for them and one night they wake up from a nightmare of them leaving the reader and just kind of have a breakdown?

Not me calling myself out-🥴✌️

Hope you have a nice day or night where ever on the world you may be 🧍

And feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with writing this or sumn-

I have no idea how old this ask is, and I'm terribly sorry it took me this long to get to your ask. Hopefully, I've done this ask justice, and despite it being so late I hope you still enjoy it! :]

Pairing: Feral Boys (Individual) X Reader

Pronouns: No specifics used but Gender Neutral intended

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

Dream:

→He wakes up shortly after you startle awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up to comfort you. His focus is on getting you to calm down enough to talk to him so he can help you through whatever it was that was upsetting you.

→He’ll hold you close and run his hand over your back, rubbing circles into the expanse of skin as he helps you focus on deep breaths. His other arm wrapped securely around you, holding you as close to him as he can manage.

→“It’s alright Love, just focus on deep breaths right now.” His hand rubs slowly over your back, the tips of his fingers leaving a tingling sensation across your skin. You didn’t deserve this, you weren’t good enough for his comfort or any of his love. That seemed to be the only thing your brain could focus on, quickly losing track of your deep breaths.

→“You’re ok Love, I’m right here with you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, you’re safe now Bubs.” It was his voice to drag you back to reality, to what had startled you so badly in the first place.

→Dream always knew of your insecurities, it was something he had picked up on in the early stages of the relationship, but it never occurred to him that it was this severe.

→When you had finally calmed down enough to explain what had brought you to tears, it nearly broke Dream’s heart. Because not only had you been feeling so unworthy in the relationship, but you had been bottling it up this whole time and he had no idea.

→“There’s no one I love more than you, in fact, no one even comes close. I asked you to be my partner because you’re the one I love. The one who I want to wake up beside every morning, who I want to spend forever with. There’s only one of you and I’m so lucky to have you.”

George:

→When you startle yourself awake, you also startle George awake. As soon as he sees you beginning to cry from whatever woke you, he’s reaching out for you. One hand holds yours while the other reaches for your face, his thumb slowly wiping tears as his hand cradles your face.

→He whispers softly as he does his best to comfort you, letting you slowly lean into him as he focuses on you. His hand holding yours runs his fingers slowly over your knuckles, tracing shapes into the back of your palms.

→“Hey you’re ok Babe, I’m right here. Just take deep breaths ok?” His eyes dance over your figure, watching for any nonverbal confirmation that you understood him. George was always so good to you, he deserved someone better, someone who wasn’t you. A taunting voice echoes in the back of your mind, sending you even deeper into the mess of tears you had become.

→“Deep breaths Sweetness, you’re ok now.” His voice was like a life ring in the ocean of tears and insecurity you had been drowning in. The soothing sound pulling you slowly back to land.

→Being insecure was something you and George had shared in the beginning of the relationship. When things were fairly new and you were both still figuring out how things worked.

→It wasn’t until you were able to speak and expressed how your insecurity had only grown over the time that George finally understood what had you so upset.

→“If it meant telling you one hundred times a day how much I loved you to get you to understand even a fraction of how deeply I feel, I’d do it. I love you like no other and will always be here because there’s nothing that will make me want to walk away. You’re the only one I want, the only one I need.”

Karl:

→Karl wakes up to find you already sniffling, having cried to your heart's content and drowned your sorrows in tears. It breaks his heart a little that you hadn’t woken him for comfort or that he hadn’t woken sooner.

→He immediately pulls you in for a hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he holds you close. His hug reassuring and comforting as he wraps his arms around you, pouring every ounce of love he holds into it.

→“You don’t have to tell me why you were crying, it’s ok. Next time, wake me up so I can help you, I don’t want you to be sad alone.” Curse Karl and his big heart, how could someone so sweet and loving fall for you? Like a snake up a tree, the thoughts slowly begin to creep back into your mind, overtaking any previous thought you had there previously. It’s almost enough to start the waterworks again as you bury yourself deeper into Karl’s hold.

→“It’s alright Sugar, let it all out. Crying shouldn’t be held back, just let all your tears go.” Karl was always one to encourage you to cry, his shoulders always available for whenever you ended them.

→Your insecurities were something Karl had been very aware of since you two had met, even in day-to-day life your thoughts shone through in ways he picked up on.

→When you’ve stopped crying for good and explained to him how these kinds of thoughts had been bothering you and the dream you had, he listens to every word and makes mental note of it all. He’s determined to shower you in as much love and patience as you need to help squash these thoughts for good.

→“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need, whenever you need it. We’ll work through this together and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that my love is stronger than those dumb thoughts. I want nothing more than for you to feel happy and loved every second we’re together.”

Sapnap:

→Chances are that when you awake from the terrors of the dream, that he’s already awake. Even if it isn’t that often he has streamed in the early morning hours before and if it happened to be on the night you had the nightmare then he’ll likely be settling into bed right as you awake.

→Immediately his attention is on you, he begins to fuss over you, even more, when your eyes well up with tears. He’s pulling you into his chest as he runs his fingers over your scalp, his other hand resting gently against your side as he holds you close.

→“You’re alright Babe, I’ve got you now My Love.” To think this man loved you, of all the people begging for even a second of his time, and he chose you. You were a nobody compared to him, what kind of selfish person were you to keep him to yourself? Like moth to a flame, the thoughts that had invaded your dream began to once again find their way into the forefront of your thoughts.

→“Hey, hey you’re alright Babe, I’ve got ya.” Not the best with words, it’s Sapnap’s actions that help ground you, reminding you of when and where you were.

→Sapnap knew you struggled with insecurities in the relationship, and while he did his best to combat them, he could only help when you told him you were feeling that way.

→Hearing that your insecurities had gotten so bad that you couldn’t even have peaceful dreams sent searing pain through Sapnap’s chest. How could he not have noticed? In that moment, he vowed to love you so thoroughly that you’d never for a second doubt a thing.

→“You mean the world to me, I love every little thing about you. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that you wake up every day and go to bed every night knowing that you’re the only one for me, that there’s no one else I love as much as you, and that I only want you, for the rest of time.”

Quackity:

→He wakes a few seconds before you, having been awoken by your tossing and turning in your sleep. Catching the moment you suddenly awake and being there to comfort and reassure you before you start crying.

→By the time your tears begin to fall, he’s already got you in his arms, cradled gently to his chest as his head rests on yours. His hands rub up and down your side, soothing you and helping you to calm down in a quiet manner.

→“It’s ok hon, you’re safe now. I'm here for you my dear.” Quackity, always the caring partner to you. He was always there for you, always having to deal with your problems and insecurities. You were such a burden to him, weren’t you? Like a deep, dark ooze, the insecure-bred thoughts slowly crept back into your mind, filling up and taking over any rational thought.

→“Cry it all out hon, we can talk about it when you’re feeling better ok?” Quackity was there for you every second he could be, he never wanted you to feel like he was too busy for you.

→Your insecurities were something Quackity had been fighting since you first brought them to his attention. He was always loving and doting on you and making compromises to accommodate how you felt.

→Hearing that they had only gotten worse and were invading your dreams was upsetting. He felt like he could’ve done better and that he should’ve done better.

→“I promise you will never spend another day doubting my love for you, or how I only need you. I will make sure that every moment I am given with you, I will spend loving you and showing you how worthy you are of all my love.”

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ludoval · 2 years

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The Son of Hell

Morpheus x Male!Reader

Summary: Morpheus had been absent for a week in the usual secret gathering that you both had agreed to do, yet you still waited.

Tags: Making up, a bit angst oop, or maybe actually angst, you are the son of hell and pretty much intense-ish, implied pyromancy.

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You were held under a weather that spoke of a future pouring. Upon a public bench you brandished a bitter face all the while your eyebrows growled low—and below a certainty, your nostrils would often twitch with an utmost anger.

If not with control, you would’ve thawed the earth with fire.

It had been a hellish week without Morpheus attempting to stay true to his and your accordance: a hush-hush meeting at the earthly park, precisely within the middle of a busy London. It was agreed upon, both of you had even uttered the sacred promises to always arrive in the field of sun-bathed to converse everyday, to catch up, as mortals put it. You knew the creeping risks of shielding your whereabouts from your mother, to slither your lie regarding your motives to walk the human world, yet you accepted the compromises to yield your beloved. And now it felt wholly like Morpheus did not give an inkling thought for you. For a whole week, that.

Regardless, you still waited, as a lonesome burning man in each midday. For every minute Morpheus left by.

Today’s all the same, the tell-tale signs of Morpheus’ frigid arrival was absent, but you were too thorny to admit defeat that maybe, just maybe, he may have cursed both of your circling hearts to fall from grace. Your original glower twisted more excessively at the thought, crossing your hands—on par to what you were feeling, crossed out. This was unacceptable, if Morpheus declared to part ways, he should have come face to face to confess such a thing—

“Your scowl could use a gentle caress,” Morpheus comforted.

You blanched backward, clothing of yours scrapping the wooden bench, so harshly pressed upon each other. You focused heavenward, to the place where you could witness the perfection that cradled Morpheus’s face. You were about to declare his name like yearnful prayers, it sat sacred on the tip of your tied tongue before your consciousness unraveled you right back to your anger. An anger toward Morpheus.

In contrast, the Endless being before you was nothing like anger, he was rather joyful under the passive expressions he always gave out. His steely eyes embraced a longing as he perceived his lover after all the vanishing he had to deal with for Rose and Corinthian. Right at this moment, it felt right to be beside the man who called to his heart. “I take it that you are vengeful of me?”

“Undeniably so,” you muttered with such hardened teeth—might as well be carnassials. your red heart felt as if slain to dots, you didn’t hold any idea to the reason of Morpheus’ absences, every form shifted and ever-changing for you to truly come up with an answer. For all you knew, he was absolutely done with you. “I have stalled for so long, stoned here waiting for you—”

Morpheus smiled, eyes glimmering despite the lack of sunlight under thundering skies. He’s finally here.

“I do not wish to see you smile, Morpheus. I’m far from being done.”

“I know.” His heart tenderized within the exchange, still smiling that gentle smile. His lover was always so honest in voicing his emotions, and Morpheus, at all times, would unfailingly reach out his hands to soften any sadness that fell off of you like tears—so he listened: to every tremble, every heartbeat, every heartbreak.

He sat beside your stony figure with fingers wanting to feel, yet he willed his muscles to rest upon his lap instead. There will be time for that.

“I was worried. You weren’t here for so long—I know I know it has been only a week yet, I couldn’t help that your disappearance felt like a damned century.” You snarled like the hounds of hell, pain twisting with despair that you found it hard to breathe for a second. “I was steps away from praying to your sigil so that—” you swallowed, voice dropping wearier “— so that I could grasp a chance to see you again. But mother was nearby. As she always would.”

Morpheus narrowed his smile, the bent of his striking eyebrows began to slip with sadness; as much as he cherished seeing his lover again, even his subconsciousness omitted his usual gloom, the blue which drowned his man was becoming unbearable. “I deeply apologize. . . it was never my inten—”

“Your reasons better be justified.” The way you beheld the regret on his face was cut-sharp, fingers placed beside each of your thigh grumping the seat’s edge to filth. Severance was almost. “Do tell me something worthwhile.”

He glanced down, nodded, then, “There was a Vortex,” He looked toward you. “To make matters worse, a nightmare of mine rumpled the situation further by walking the Waking world, manipulating everything.”

You didn’t muster any word, just a stare which would burrow fears to the mightiest of men. But under the thundering emotions you shield yourself in—laid a want to hold Morpheus against your body, to feel his solidity and soul uniting as one with yours again.

“Other than his ordeal, I finally found out Desire were. . . they were almost the face to every hardship that was stirring upon my realm.” The sadness which laced his raspy voice thrummed to your heart, searing it to sense the similar pain that he so felt. “My own sibling. . . were in the frontline of what could be my demise. I had to care for the problems, you see?”

“By sidelining me in the proc—”

“No, no, I know, I was at fault for that. I could have told you, yet I didn’t. And I apologize for that.” So carefully he brought his hand to your indurated one, which hadn’t changed in position from the seat, slipping his fingers to the indentations in between yours, to soothe you, calm you from your mad. And he did. Your hand began to soften from his skin, and with time his fingers slept upon yours.

“I’m sorry. . .” He looked into your eyes with countless genuinities that you could see that he wasn’t lying, he never did anyway, such a thing tipped the blue from your body down and down, reddening your soul with love. “I will never repeat what I have caused to you, I learned a thing or two while I was away.” The intertwined hands of yours and his were warming, leading you to turn over your hand so he could snuggle his fingers more comfortably against your palm. You breathed out.

Your frost was weeping from his warmth, heartbeats seemed to shake the ribs like usual. You yearned to tuck him in your arms. But for now, your wound was still fresh. “Lucienne?”

“Lucienne.”

You nodded, softly, never leaving his dark presence from your sight. Soaring flames which once crowned your face were no more but neutralities. Nonetheless, Morpheus witnessed the adoration that never left you even since the first second he’d arrived.

“Well, I am still crossed with you.” A shrug shook your body, eyes crawling over the span of the park instead of showing how much you craved him. Aside from the indifference that you felt, the tangling hands were still as latched as ever, showing a sign of forever. But God, he made you feel so at home.

“Is that so?” You could hear him spoke, his hand tightening the united grasp to notify you of his apology, fondness.

Although you were uncaring at the moment, or, at least tried to mirror him with your disappointment, you found it hard to be harsh with him. He was yours as much as you were his. And you didn’t hurt what you dearly love.

“Correct. I could’ve aided you in your journey. Ended whatever that harmed you.” A little less staring wouldn’t be alright, but you alternatively further focused on a passing border collie and its owner. Morpheus’ adoring stare, it was weighing the side of your face.

“You would disregard your mother’s order to ban me from your existence, to aid me?”

This time seriousness did take you, eyes suddenly in pair to his. You tilted your head just a little, serious shaping to care, then you uttered, “I would decimate the seven of hells for you,”

#idk if this is good yall #its the first ever fic ive ever written after so so long im cryingg #morpheus x male reader #dream of the endless x male reader #dream x male reader #the sandman #my fic #male reader

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years

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Morpheus x Male!reader

Summary: Morpheus hasn't heard from his lover in a few days. At first he thinks (Y/N) is busy, but soon realizes that somebody took him. Morpheus is not happy.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, fluff,

Morpheus had a bad feeling about his lover. He didn't hear from him in a couple of days and just a few moments ago, he couldn't enter his dreams. He knew, well he thought that (Y/N) would be asleep, so he tried to enter (Y/N)'s dreams. No luck.

Unfortunately, he had some problems with the Corinthian recently, so he had to deal with him and clean up the mess. Because of it, he didn't have the time to visit his lover, but now, he was in front of his apartment. He knocked, but didn't hear anything from the inside. Morpheus was confused beyond belief now. It's night, he should be sleeping in his bed, waiting for Morpheus. He entered the apartment.

Morpheus didn't like this one bit. He walked further in and stopped in the living room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but when the glass coffee table was shattered and there was some blood. He didn't want to think about an abduction, but this has confirmed his worst fears. For the first time in centuries he felt fear like this. Morpheus didn't want his lover to go through the same thing as he did.

He took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. He needs to think about how to approach this. He doesn't want to get (Y/N) hurt even more. He doesn't even know where to start looking. Could it be Corinthian? Sure, he hates Morpheus, but would he go this far to spite Morpheus?

Would he really kidnap his lover? Did he kill him already? No.

Morpheus shook his head and took a deep breath. He needs to approach this calmly, rationally and thoughtfully. He is not going to rush into things. He can't...

Who would kidnap his lover? Somebody dumb, obviously. if it's a human perpetrator then it's obvious that they can't know who he Morpheus, but if it's somebody from his world... May God help them if they are. May God help them.

" Matthew. "

" Yes sir? Where is- Oh no. " Matthew said once he saw the shattered glass. " Do you need me to survey the area to look for signs of him? "

" Yes. I will have to wait for him to fall asleep in order to find him. "

" I will let you know if I see something sir. "

Morpheus nodded and let some tears fall after Matthew left. He didn't feel this hopeless in so long. He could only hope that (Y/N) was alive and some what well.

(Y/N) was tired. It has been a couple of days since he was kidnapped by one of the rouge nightmares. That nightmare idolized Corinthian and hated Morpheus just as Corinthian did. He was telling (Y/N) how Morpheus won't be coming for him, that he doesn't care about him. He knew that what the nightmare was saying was bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit and he knew it, but his mind was saying to him just what if.

(Y/N) shifted a bit, whimpering from the pain that he was put through. Being put through a glass table is no joke. His body was screaming for him to sleep, but the nightmare was a sneaky little bitch and wouldn't let him. The amount of sleep he would get once Morpheus finds him... And Morpheus? What is he doing now? Does he even know he is missing? Sure, Morpheus was busy with Corinthian and (Y/N) understood the importance of finding Corinthian, but now he wondered. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He knew that was the only way that Morpheus would be able to find him.

(Y/N) gasped. He did it. He fell asleep. He was at a big beautiful meadow, the one that Morpheus created for them. It was calming and soothing.

" (Y/N)? " That deep, soothing voice from behind.

" Morpheus... " (Y/N) called out, tears brimming in his eyes and his knees giving out.

Morpheus rushed to his lover and embraced him tightly. (Y/N) sobbed into Morpheus's shoulder.

" Are you okay darling? Are you hurt? "

" Not really. "

" I am going to get you out of that hell you are in. Just a little longer. "

" Okay. "

Morpheus gave him a small smile and kissed his forehead. (Y/N) melted in Morpheus's arms, feeling content and happy to see Morpheus.

" Now, I don't want you to see what I am about to do to that nightmare, so I will use my sand to make sure you rest and don't see what I am about to do. Okay? "

" Okay. "

(Y/N) woke up, relaxing once he saw Morpheus kneeling in front of him, taking off (Y/N)'s restraints. He took his pouch and blowed some sand, making (Y/N) fall asleep, just as he promised. Now, it was time to punish the nightmare.

(Y/N) woke up in a familiar bed. It was Morpheus's and (Y/N) knew that he was safe now. Unfortunately, Morpheus wasn't with him. Maybe he was in the throne room an- (Y/N) looked at the door once he heard the door opening. He tensed up, but relaxed once he saw Morpheus walking in.

" How are you feeling love? "

" I feel a bit better. How long was I out? "

" About 3 days in the Waking world. A healer made sure you were okay and treated any injuries you had. I had to take care of some business so that I could spend a lot of time with you. "

Then Morpheus laid next to (Y/N) and brought him into his embrace. (Y/N) nuzzled his head into Morpheus's chest and sighed in happiness.

" I love you (Y/N). "

" I love you too Morpheus. Thank you for coming for me. "

" I will always come for you, whatever that nightmare said to you, they are wrong. I will always come to your aid. No matter where you are. "

(Y/N) hummed and gently touched Morpheus's face. Morpheus leaned down and kissed him gently, making sure to pour all the love he had.

" Would you like to sleep more? " Morpheus asked against (Y/N)'s lips.

" I would like to stay like this for as long as possible. "

" Wish granted. "

(Y/N) smiled and moved even closer. Morpheus was now at ease and allowed himself to relax. They were together now and that is all that matters.

#tom sturridge #dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #the sandman x male reader #netflix sandman #dream x male reader #lord morpheus x male reader #sandman x y/n

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