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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dating Dream of the Endless Would Include...

Thank you all so much for being so sweet about my last two Dream headcanons, here are the dating ones to complete the set (and also the longest ones)!

Also shock horror I know, but I still have about three episodes of the show left so sorry if this is suddenly very out of character lmao I just love him to the moon and back my petty king

This got much longer than I thought it would oops, so any and all comments are much appreciated!! Thank you ily guys I hope you liked my silly similes lmaoooo

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @thekingofkawaii.)

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Since people seem to love these opening sentences so much and I adore writing them lmao... Dream you pathetic ass cape draping eyeliner scrungle of a wet hissing cat, living for the drama dumbass with the smile of a brick I literally love you in every single way you are impeccable. He’s so stupid bless I want to bonk him with a baguette and give him a big ‘ol hug until he awkwardly shoves me off and mopes away. Well guess what sir, this time you are NOT running away from your feelings you’re happy and in love now biss so guess what you’re getting ALL the fluff ‘cause it’s what y’all deserve.

Dream introduced you to everyone as fellow ruler of his realm pretty much straight after your first kiss (my man intense). As soon as he took you by the hand and led you back to the throne room, his hands settled on your shoulders and turned you to face the erratic shards of the stained glass windows. ‘Everything I have’, you feel him whisper against your ear as soft as mist, ‘everything I am... it is also yours.’ He reaches round to tilt your cheek up, until the back of your head is flush against his chest and he’s able to run his finger down the curve of your neck. ‘If you so wish. I will be yours forever... in both dreams and the waking world. Wherever you need me, or want me. I will be there.’

To be completely honest, too many times he’s been afraid that you’ve still left him, so overwhelmed by everything. All that panic twisting in his gut, only to find you talking over Rose Walker’s dream journal in the library. You’re standing near ear to ear with Lucienne, the two of you bumping fingers and pouring over the contents to understand where exactly her poor brother is, the whole time Mervyn yapping at your side. I mean, they all adore you from the get go: they’ve seen over the last few decades how the mere thought of you has been the only thing stopping Morpheus from spiralling too far into despair. As soon as your feet stepped down onto the whirling sand, you were marked as a pretty integral part of the dreaming, human or not.

Plus, all the ravens that you’ve found encroaching on your roof and landing to hop on your shoulders in the waking world finally make sense. Lucienne was under strict orders to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe at all times.

Or you’ll wander off, and Dream will come sauntering away from the palace and down the winding path towards the House of Secrets, knowing from instinct that it’s where he'll find you. That same tide tugs him forwards forward into the suffocating mists, until he emerges in front of a pile of crumbling dirt and sees your smile alight the dusk, as piercing and ruinous as the sun. Goldie is perched upon your shoulder, squawking and sneezing into your eyes from time to time. You just laugh, and the sound is enough to double Dream over in grievous endearment. Abel is sitting by your right, still half-leaning in the pit as he giggles and continues his wild story about the King of Dreams from long ago. You turn around only when you hear a rare chuckle, finally spotting Dream standing with his eyes crossed behind you, and an amused eyebrow raised at you and your friends’ antics.

You expect him to ask you to leave, or to at least lead you inside, but to your surprise he sweeps his coat behind him and takes a seat on the squishing dirt beside you. He doesn’t settle until he feels his knee rest against your own, doesn’t feel comfortable while Abel continues spouting his story, until you take his hand and cradle it in your lap. It’s cold, almost contorted like the first dawn’s mist against your skin, but even now it shakes in your hold. It almost makes you laugh: the mystical, awe-striking, beyond marvel King of Dreams so terrified of loving you that he’s shaking like a barn mouse hiding from the overwhelming world around it. The same man who had spent over one hundred years locked like a Greek statue behind solid glass, only to be finally brought to his knees by the one thing he could never escape: his soul’s serendipity.

Eventually the clouds begin to roll over the stars, as if the sky’s painter had thrown buckets of brown paint over her canvas and left the streaks of ribbed sand to sparkle across the gloominess. Yet the King of Dreams just sits there, still as stone, not even daring to look down at you despite how much fondness tugs him too. Sometime during the night your head has fallen against his shoulder and you’ve fallen asleep against the warmth of his coat. He doesn’t want to move you, until eventually he leans down to kiss your head. He joins you in some of the sweetest dreams he can muster: the two of you lounging out amidst a field of flowers on the eve of spring. The firecracker reds and warm sugar plum violets frame his smiling face and the glimmer in his eyes as he lies admits the reeds, gazing up at you. He begrudgingly allows you to weave daisy petals into his hair, after a while of him running after you through the meadows and picking you up, holding you hostage in his arms until you promise not to tell his family about it.

Speaking of, when you eventually get to meet his sister Death, she loves you just as much (or even more) than her brother does straight away!!! She just immediately wraps you up in a big, excited, squealing, full body hug before tugging you off by the arm and leading you off towards the coastal market. She leaves a very confused and huffy Dream to fend for himself for a while, or perhaps gives him the time to visit his old friend Hob at the New Inn. She leads you to her favourite quaint ice cream parlour, where the two of you spend the afternoon sharing a sundae as siblings do, out on the arching thatch seats. Eventually she squints through the sunlight to look at you a little more seriously. ‘That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen my brother, like... ever I think! Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. He’s had enough time to sulk about, it’s good to see him look himself again.’

You and Dream reconvene in the square and spend the rest of the day feeding his treasured pigeons. He keeps looking at you out of the corner of his eyes with that twitching-lip smirk, with all the stars and constellations in the universe burning in them. He tries to be smooth, stealing a pinch of your baguette and throwing the crumbs at you, just to be able to wipe them off. His slender fingers brush over the pulse point on your neck like butterfly wings flitting over the dawning petals of a blooming rose. Then up to your chin, then gliding upwards till they’re hunched, tracing over the outline of your lips. Your heart fizzes as he leans down to kiss you for the first time ever in public, his frame shadowing you, yet bottom lip so welcoming and caressing as he brushes between your own.

Too often has Lucienne walked into the throne room, only to have to clear her throat to try and get Morpheus’ attention. He has his coat wrapped around the two of you like an inky bat like cocoon, sitting together on his throne as you read through the latest census. He stops every so often out of wild amusement when you gasp and point out a new entity. In pride at how well accustomed you’re becoming to his work that he carefully kisses your forehead and leans his own against it.

When it’s raining he’s the type to look confused at first as to why you’re shivering under your jacket and trying to run under London arches. Eventually it finally clocks in his head and he takes his coat off, holding it over your head during the whole journey to your destination, getting soaked himself by the smacking downpour nonchalantly. It’s a kind of second nature, to protect you, that he doesn’t even bat an eyeliner lined eyelid anymore. It’s innate and as natural, easy to him as dreaming.

Sometimes you’ll find Dream skulking around the palace steps like a disgruntled skunk recently kicked out of a bin, still upset after the events with John Dee. Lucienne and Matthew have attempted every possible solution to talk him out of it, but you’re the only one who can bring him back round. The only presence in any realm that feels more like himself than he does. The only one that understand his every idiosyncrasy, every twitch of his face, until you’re sitting by his side as one entity. He’s too stubborn to ever admit it, but he does indeed like it when you trace your pointer finger down the tip of his nose before tapping twice against his lips as if mockingly chiding him. He always peers down above his bottom lashes with wide, almost crossed eyes as he tries to follow you, but it does ground him again. Eventually, without anything even being said, he groans and jumps up to a stand with a ‘thank you, you’re right... of course... my dream’, and then saunters off again as if he owns the catwalk.

He tries to take you out to visit other dreams, even though you’re still terrified of the waters. He slides his fingers between your own, pulling them up to rest above his heart on the docks. He carefully and calmly talks you through everything that’s about to happen, and how he will be in control of every whiff and whim that could occur. He’s still a dramatic ass though, so before he’s even finished counting down to one he’s pulled you off the decking and into the swirling depths. In the darkness, you grasp onto him like a lifeline as he pulls you further down into the macrocosm than you ever thought possible.

It is worth it though... perhaps after a lot of snuggling and apologies from Dream. You end up in the dreams of young Irish man: one who hopes to become a zoologist after his time at university. You get to enjoy a peaceful night in a canopy beneath the stars, lying side by side with Dream as he points out the constellations that swirl gold like koi fish in the grand pond of the sky. He’s still not quite used to physical touch, which is why he seems to start and flinch back when you wind your arm to rest and rub above his abdomen. He’s spent so long... so so long never really getting much attention, or care from his family, so you’ll have to coax him into realising he can trust and relax in your presence. He does eventually let his guard down after a few hours of cuddles, until he eventually slides to sit up and falls dramatically over your knees. It’s the first time he’s ever allowed you to play with his hair, lying there in the darkness as normal lovers set alight do.

I mean, you’re family, right??? Dream begs you to come along to the family get together dinner (mainly so he can have a sparring partner of equal wit and finally get one up on his sibling Desire). He swaps the placards said sibling placed around the fire-lit table so you’re sitting next to him instead of Delirium. Between meals Dream takes your hand under the table and places it on his knee, stroking his thumb over your palm to try and calm himself down. Desire catches wind (thanks to an eagle eyed Despair), and makes some bitter laced remark with a growl of their lips, flick of their hand and sip of their red wine. This ends up with you lunging for him over the candelabra, with Death barely holding you back and Dream leaning back in his seat with a grin so wide on his face he looks like a smug, satisfied cat lmao

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sunnitheapollokid · 4 days

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☕️ ┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂’𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘

↳ leo valdez x daughter of oizys blurb! <3

☀️ sunni’s notes : OKAY OKAY. SO WHOEVER REQUESTED THE FIRST OIZYS ONESHOT ABOUT how it’s a shy daughter of oizys! and I MISTAKENLY TOOK IT AS A MORPHEUS DAUGHTER. i am so sorry love, HERE’S THE REAL ONE BSHSHAH, guys i’m not this unreliable i promise i just had a really hardcore brain fart. ALRIGHT ILL SHUT UP,, sunkisses!!!

“OH, IN olmypus name.” (name) murmured to herself as she stepped inside the camp’s annual gala. it was being held in the big house.

chiron thinking it was a good idea for campers to unwind and relax after all the wars, battles, quest, yada-yada.

(name) was merely forced by her other siblings, which took a lot out of them. she just hoped she wouldn’t find —

“sunshine!”

danggabit. (name) bit her lip as a certain curly-haired made his way towards her, his smile ever so bright and wide.

she wore her black gown, her hair down and some pretty jewelry on. nothing too grand, but enough for a gala such as this.

(name) had managed to stay in the shadows for as long as she could remember. but when leo had found her, it seemed like he made it his lifelong quest to always bother her.

she didn’t mind it, to say the least, she liked leo’s company.

but she was always so nervous around him.

“leooo..” she trembled a laugh, trying to find assistance from her siblings, but split up as soon as they got inside.

leo looked at her up and down, “my. my. very pretty.” he took her hand and kissed the back of her black-gloved hand. she rolled her eyes, “hello to you too.” she replied, shyly taking her hand back.

leo looked.. clean. is all that (name) could think of. but not half bad, with his brown tux and his hair falling very nicely on his face.

the boy merely laughed. “come on, chiron’s just about to make those boring ‘ol speeches.”

“oh, enticing.”

“tell me about it.”

he extended his arm to her, and without thinking, she took the arm and slinged it around her own.

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“.. AND THAT’S how, i almost got my head stuck in the campers’ toilet.” chiron finished off. (name) yawned, but leo chuckled softly beside her at the counselor’s story.

it was relatively quiet after the speech, most campers we’re just in their own world.

(name) admitted, she liked the quiet, but this was.. weird quiet.

leo had caught her thought, taking her hand as he stood up, “come on. i got an idea.” he whispered as he leaned in by her ear.

she flushed, taking her to the dance floor. “hey, play us something?” he called out to the dj. the masked dj nodded, playing something more upbeat and fun to cover the silence.

leo danced and swayed to the beat, hitting every rhythm satisfyingly, his best friend sadly standing awkwardly on the floor.

he frowned, “come on sunshine! just feel the music! not that hard!” he took her hand and spun her around, “wo-aah.” she picked up her feet from crashing.

she leaned her hands on his arms for support, “feel, the music.” he mouthed. she smiled, finally feeling more comfortable and following leo’s steps.

“yeah— yeah, you’re doing it!” he called out, giving her another twirl. the campers, very inspired, picked up their own feet and began dancing on the floor as well.

quickly, the dance floor was packed with other campers, all laughing and singing together. she was awe-strucked. had they really done that?

“feels good, huh?” leo nudged her hip with his own. she giggled, “yeah.. i guess so.” she smiled. leo had mirrored her smile, kissing her cheek.

she flushed again, stopping her tracks and rubbing her cheek in shock. leo laughed again, “dance with me, (name)!”

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THE NIGHT ended off with leo walking (name) back to her cabin, since well,, her siblings knocked out hours prior. he held her heels in his hands while she wore his shoes, leaving leo in his socks.

not that he really mind.

she continued to sling her arm over his, “so..” she trailed.

“so..?” he chuckled softly. “are.. we?” she tilted her head to him. “yeah, if you, well— if you wanna.” he smiled. she gleamed, “mm.. i’ll have to think about it.” she rubbed her chin teasingly as she watched leo pout,

“hey now wait a minute!” he exclaimed, “shh!” she covered his mouth with her palm as she looked around the dark camp. leo laughed again his lips covered by the girl’s hand.

“i carried your shoes for you and was the first to break you out of your comfort zone— the least you could do is be my girlfriend, little miss misery.” he rolled his eyes, watching her remove her palm from his face.

she giggled again, “then you have a deal fireboy.”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez x reader oneshot #pjoverse #pjo #pjo fanfic #heroes of olympus x reader

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seiya-starsniper · 2 months

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For Fluffy February 15 Dreamling

SOMEHOW, I managed to finish this before February ending 🤣🤣

Enjoy the shamless fluff anon!

Fluffbruary Prompt List || AO3 Link Here

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“Oh! Let’s look at this stall, Hob!”

Morpheus looks up from his crafting table and is met with the sight of a couple in their early thirties approaching his shop. Or rather, the woman is dragging her partner towards his shop. Morpheus thinks he recognizes her, a thought that is later confirmed as he slowly recognizes the various pieces of her outfit from other vendors on the fairgrounds. She’s adorned in one of Lucienne’s gorgeous handmade corsets, and Morpheus is pretty certain her peasant blouse and skirt are from Matthew and Jessamy’s pirate themed shop. The flower crown expertly woven into her bright blonde hair confirms that the woman is definitely a dedicated attendee. One with plenty of money to spend.

Her partner though, he’s wearing a rented costume so Morpheus thinks it’s probably his first time here. She did call him Hob though. How period accurate for the Renaissance Faire.

“Good morrow my friends,” Morpheus greets them, falling easily into his shopkeeper persona. “How may I assist the Lord and Lady today?” The woman giggles at being addressed as a lady.

“I’ve heard,” she stage-whispers, holding her hand up to her cheek, “that you are the best jeweler in all the lands, good sir.” Her face is full of delight as she says this, and Morpheus cannot help but play along.

“I dare say you have heard the truth m’lady,” Morpheus answers with his own conspiratorial smile. “Shall I show you my collection of wares?” he asks, gesturing to the glass display case just underneath his hands. The woman squeals in delight.

“Oh Hob, they’re so beautiful!” she croons as she dips her head to look at the jewelry displayed inside. She points at a few items she’s interested in, some necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, but decidedly foregoes the rings. Interesting.

“Did you hand make all of these yourself?” the woman asks as she and Hob try on a matching set of Celtic knot necklaces.

“Aye, milady,” Morpheus answers. “We can also customize any piece, and also resize, if needed,” he adds.

“Pretty handy,” the man, Hob, says, finally joining the conversation. He smiles at Morpheus, who feels his face grow warm at the compliment.

Though he hadn’t paid attention to the man as much as the woman when they’d first entered the shop, upon closer inspection, Morpheus realizes that Hob is quite attractive. He was maybe an inch or two taller than Morpheus, with broad shoulders and muscled thighs that were clearly on display in his rented Faire outfit. His chin-length brown hair framed a kind face with thick brows and a full mouth that looked like it had been built for laughing.

And oh, that smile. Hob smiled with his entire face, creasing his brows, eyes, cheeks, and mouth all at once as he appreciates the look of Morpheus’s work around his neck in the mirror. It makes Morpheus’s fingers itch. He wants to dress this man in the finest jewelry he could craft. He wants that smile, that radiance, that warmth, to be directed at Morpheus instead of the woman he’d come here with, even though she’d done nothing to deserve such a fate. But Morpheus has never been looked at the way Hob looks at his girlfriend. He’s rather certain he hasn’t seen many men look at any of their partners that way. It tugs at Morpheus’s freshly broken heart, and he has to force himself to refocus his attention on her instead of her partner, who seemed to have his own gravitational pull.

They eventually leave with the matching necklaces, and the woman, Eleanor, signs up for his mailing list, promising to buy more jewelry on his website. Morpheus believes her too. In addition to the necklaces, she’d bought a set of earrings and bracelets for herself, insisting that Hob not pay for her purchase. Her independence makes Morpheus smile, despite his jealousy. He wonders if next year, he might convince them to upgrade to the engagement, or even the wedding bands.

Morpheus forgets all about the couple by the end of the day, but he feels a sense of melancholy and longing that he cannot quite explain as he packs up his shop for the night. He wonders if maybe he should take up Matthew and Jessamy’s offer for drinks tonight. If only to break out of his monotonous routine.

It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting at home for him anymore, after all.

Morpheus doesn’t recognize Hob at first when the man wanders into his shop a year later with a rowdy group of friends. They’re all clearly drunk, and Morpheus is curious as to what about his shop could have possibly caught this group’s eye.

But then he sees the Celtic knot hanging from Hob’s neck, resting on a very hairy chest, and recognition dawns on Morpheus.

“I’d recognize that pendant and chain anywhere,” Morpheus greets with a smile, which causes a rowdy set of encouraging shouts and playful ribbing to erupt from the group.

“You do, do you?” Hob asks, his words only a little bit slurred as he smiles at Morpheus, a tankard of what smells like mead and beer in his hand.

“I do,” Morpheus answers with his own smile. “But it seems to be missing its partner. Tell me, where is the Lady this lovely afternoon?”

Morpheus knows immediately he’s asked the wrong thing when Hob’s face falls.

“Oy mate, don’t bring up the man’s ex like that!” one of Hob’s friends scolds Morpheus, which makes Morpheus wince. A small chorus of boos erupts from the group as well.

“Ignore them,” Hob says, waving at his friends to shut up. “They mean well but I walked in here wearing one half of a set, it only makes sense you’d ask.”

“Still,” Morpheus insists. “I’m sorry about—er—” Morpheus is horrified to realize he has completely forgotten the woman’s name.

“Hah!” Hob laughs, clearly amused rather than offended. “Her name was Eleanor. I’m Hob by the way.”

“I know,” Morpheus says, then winces again.

“Do you, now?” Hob asks, with a cheeky grin. He places his tankard of unknown alcohol on Morpheus’s display case and then leans on it. “You remember my name, but not Eleanor’s?”

“She called you by name multiple times, and Hob isn’t exactly the most common of names used when taking on a Faire persona,” Morpheus says, hoping that his explanation doesn’t sound nearly half as creepy as he feels.

“I know, that’s why I picked it,” Hob grins. “I do use it outside of here too, you know.”

“You do not,” Morpheus replies, aghast. What man in his right mind would willingly go by the name Hob and risk endless jokes on doorknobs and stoves?

“I do,” Hob says with a wink before he bows dramatically. “Professor Hob Gadling of the Medieval Studies Department of XX University, at your service, my good sir.”

“Oy Hobsie, stop showing off!” one of Hob’s friends calls from a different part of the shop. Morpheus hadn’t even noticed they’d dispersed to look around, he had been so entranced by Hob’s reappearance.

“Yeah, are you buying anything? You’re the one that wanted to come here!”

“Ah, is the good sir looking for something new?” Morpheus asks, slipping back into character, and hoping to hide his embarrassment. “Mayhaps something to help ease a broken heart?”

“Something like that,” Hob answers, sheepishly, his fingers fiddling with his right ear. Morpheus tries to show how entranced he is by the motion. “Listen I was wondering if—uh—well, you know—if there was time—”

“He wants to know if you’re single and ready to mingle!” one of Hob’s friends shouts, followed by a loud chorus of agreement. “And if you’re into men!” another one adds.

“What the flying fuck Davey!” Hob turns and shouts at his friends, who all laugh and raise their glasses to a toast.

“Get your man Hobsie, so we can keep getting drunk!”

Hob groans and hides his face in his hands, muttering something about ‘worst wingmen ever’ and Morpheus cannot help it. He bursts into laughter, and has to clutch at the cash register behind him for support.

“I don’t suppose we can forget this whole thing ever happened?” Hob asks, once Morpheus has caught his breath. His face is red with embarrassment, and Morpheus wonders if the man blushes so prettily on other parts of his body as well.

“I’m afraid not,” Morpheus answers, shaking his head solemnly. “But my evening is available after the Faire closes tonight,” he adds with a wry smile.

Hob’s entire body perks up immediately. “Seriously? You’re interested?”

“As long as you intend for us to be alone,” Morpheus answers, his eyes falling to Hob’s posse behind him.

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Hob exclaims, nodding eagerly. Morpheus cannot help but smile as Hob’s friends continue to tease him while they exchange contact information and make plans to meet outside the Faire grounds later. He even manages to make a few sales from the group. Morpheus wishes Hob could stay longer and that they could talk more, but the post-lunch crowd that spills into the shop dashes those plans for now.

Hob doesn’t miss an opportunity to show off again though. He takes Morpheus’s hand and kisses it, bowing deeply, and causing the rest of the shop to coo and cheer at the romantic display.

“I shall miss you dearly, beloved, until we next meet again,” Hob declares loudly as he exits the shop with his friends.

“You’re seeing him tonight you dingbat!” Morpheus hears one of his friends laugh.

After the post-lunch crowd leaves, Morpheus sits at his crafting table, looking over his in-progress projects, and wonders if custom jewelry is a bit too much for a first date. Hob had worn the Celtic knot necklace though, and it was clear he needed a replacement.

Rubies, Morpheus decides. Hob would look good in rubies. Morpheus readjusts the setup of his table and gets to work, mentally counting down the minutes until he’d be able to see Hob’s smiling face again.

#dreamling #hob x dream #morpheus x hob #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamling

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withoutyouimsaskia · 7 months

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Autumn (Sandman One-Shot)

GIF: Originally posted by @thisgameissonintendo

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x gender neutral reader

Summary: One-shot. Reader self-insert. Pure fluff. Friends to more-than-friends. Morpheus has made you a dream based on one of your favourite things and you explore it together.

Warnings: Physical intimacy, kissing.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Happy First Day of Autumn Sandfam! Hope you enjoy this one, would love to hear what you think, and also to know which season is your favourite and why. All my love, Saskia <3

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"Can I open my eyes yet?" You stifle a giggle with the back of your hand, feeling very much like a person awaiting a surprise on their birthday.

"So impatient," Morpheus replies with a teasing lilt to his liquid velvet voice that sets your laughter free.

"Is that a yes?"

"I am simply adding some final touches."

Ever the perfectionist, you think with a grin.

You inhale deeply, making use of one of the only other senses you could use in this situation. The air is crisp, fresh, with an earthy undertone; you are definitely outside, but where, you have no other clues to help guess.

Morpheus had certainly not given anything away when he had found you sketching in the Dreaming's orchard, charcoal in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other. He had simply told you there was something he wanted to show you.

Curiosity mounting, you had eagerly taken your friend's outstretched hand and promised to not look until he gave the word.

Finally, there is movement in the air beside you. Morpheus' fingers ghost your upper arm to signify his proximity.

"You may open your eyes now," he speaks quietly yet authoritatively by your ear.

You look, blinking to adjust to the sunlight filtering through the swaying branches of numerous trees, before taking the view in properly.

You notice the colours first, their vivacity and variety:

Umber, sienna, scarlet, amber, saffron. All under a pale blue, wispy cloud sky.

Leaves are falling thick and fast. They swirl and undulate in the soft breeze, coming to rest on an already leaf-smothered ground.

Little collections of chestnut coloured mushrooms are dotted next to the tree line. Droplets of dew have gathered on their caps, lending a gorgeous sheen to their already lovely appearance.

Everything you saw was a showcase of autumn.

"You remembered," you say breathlessly, referring to a conversation that had taken place a few weeks ago where you had professed your love for the season and all it entailed.

You look to Morpheus with a sunbeam smile, asking for permission to explore. He nods, extending his arm, communicating that it was all yours.

Your steps into the leafy clearing are gleeful and bouncy, creating satisfying rustling and crunching noises as you go towards the well-established trees. Melodic birdsong echoes from the canopy above you. Swathes of moss begin where the layers of leaves end. You carefully hop onto it and enjoy the way your shoes sink a little into the plush, verdant carpet.

Fingertips trail over the greyish, dappled trunk of a sycamore tree before you move to the tactile, deeply ridged bark of an ash.

You slip your arms around the second tree, close your eyes and give it a big hug.

Everything feels right in this moment.

You open your eyes to see Morpheus watching you from several paces away. There is a twinkle in his deep blue eyes; clearly he finds your display amusing.

The rich autumn colours contrast beautifully against his monochrome attire. None of the falling leaves come close to his person, reminding you that even now, even when he looks to be still, there are a multitude of responsibilities ticking away inside his mind, including the control of the objects within this tranquil dreamscape.

A dreamscape that he wanted to share with you.

It is times like these that you are confronted by the truth of just how special your friendship with Morpheus is. There are fleeting moments where you wish it could be more but for now you are simply an Endless and a mortal who find solace in each other's company.

Pushing yourself away from the tree, you come back into the clearing and find a spot among the leaves to sit. Morpheus joins you after you pat the ground and call his name.

No words are exchanged for a while. You simply pick through the surrounding leaves to find the most vibrant example. A scarlet one, fallen from an aspen is what you settle on. You tuck it in your coat pocket and meet Morpheus' wistful gaze.

"Thank you, I really needed this."

He nods formally. "When you said that you found yourself missing the autumn splendours of the Waking World, I decided to make a version for you to visit at your leisure."

You are taken aback. "You made all this for me?"

"Yes," his tone starts off measured as ever but gives way to something you have never heard before. "Does it have your approval?"

The sudden insecurity is impossibly endearing. You reach sideways to touch the back of his hand.

"Approval? Morpheus, it's - well, somewhere I could only dream of."

He bows his head. "It pleases me to hear that."

"I hope it didn't take up too much of your time to make it all, I know how stretched you can get."

"I cannot deny, it has occupied me a little more than the construction of other recent dreams, however, I believe it necessary to put time and effort into making gifts for those whose pleasure and happiness you find important. You deserve to feel those things, Y/N, and being able to contribute to them in some way brings me pleasure of my own."

You don't know if it the fiery colours around you heightening your reactions but hearing Morpheus talk about pleasure is doing something to you.

It is fuel to the embers that had been smouldering within your body for a couple of months now.

It makes you feel delirious. You find your attention languidly drifting between his eyes and his lips.

Blue to pink, pink to blue.

Then he mirrors your action and it all becomes too much.

"I really want to kiss you right now," you admit, the words rushing out without proper consideration.

"Very well," he answers instantly, not allowing you even a fraction of a second to regret your sudden divulgence.

Doubling down on this approach, he turns his body to face yours and gently cups your face in his long-fingered hands.

He's staring at you so intently, his thumbs run back and forth over your cheekbones, the unwavering attention and sensation causing you to shiver and sigh.

He moves closer and his pupils blow out from anticipation.

Morpheus' perfect lips are now mere centimetres from yours. Fluttery nerves fill your insides. You are so overwhelmed that this is actually happening.

You close the gap, testing the waters with a kiss that is soft and tentative. Morpheus is instantly hooked, initiating a second one that allows you to discover just how skilled he is.

Your hands move up to tangle in Morpheus' unruly hair. At present, you cannot remember how long have you been longing to do this but you are not disappointed by how silken it feels under your palms.

The kiss between you becomes intense, his tongue joining the dance with a bone melting deftness, and soon you want to feel more of his body against yours.

You go to lay back on the bed of leaves.

He pulls away, concern etched in his brows, forehead and eyes that questions if he has gone too quickly.

You smile softly to assure him that all is well.

"Come here." You draw him backwards with you, allowing him to straddle you. During the manoeuvre, his coat falls open enough for you to see the galaxies swirling within the lining.

He wastes no time in leaning down to kiss you once more, starting at your lips and moving to your neck when he senses that you need to breathe.

The touches of his mouth, the feeling of his body covering yours protectively, the weight of his hips aligned with your own; it has you moaning appreciatively.

He withdraws but remains close, astute eyes drinking in every detail and emotion on your smiling face, the halo-like glow shimmering on your hair.

"So beautiful," Morpheus murmurs reverently.

"Your dreams always are," you say, looking past him at the translucent clouds hovering in the sky above you.

His deep voice rumbles deliciously as he speaks his reply, a false admonishment, "You know that's not what I meant."

He playfully nudges his nose against yours. "This dream pales in comparison to you."

You blush as brightly as the leaf that you had stashed within your pocket. Morpheus traces his fingers over the blossoming redness, marvelling in how the extra heat feels under his touch and how his words were the ones that put it there.

"Kiss me, please," you ask in a whisper.

He arranges his coat to cocoon you against the seasonal chill and then obliges you with a deep and passionate kiss that spreads internal warmth right out to the tips of your fingers and toes.

If your winter continues like this, with Morpheus to hold and bond with, it is shaping up to be infinitely more delightful and cosy than any that have come before.

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After wrapping yourself up in a warm sweater and sliding your feet into fleece-lined slippers, because good God is the Dreaming cold all the damn time, you set out in search of Morpheus.

The marble tiles lead you to him, reflecting your intentions. It was odd the first time you found yourself practically deposited by the castle itself in the kitchens when you wanted tea, but now you just relax and let it happen.

The throne room again. You don’t think you’ll ever stop blushing when you see Morpheus’s grand, ornately carved chair.

He’s not on it. Instead, you find him lingering on the steps to the throne, laying back as rain seeps through the ceiling to drench him in a perpetually-refilling, miserable-looking puddle. His dark hair sticks to his forehead and he stares aimlessly into space, his hands folded under his head.

The whole thing is a little pathetic, honestly.

You dance out of the way of a stray stream of rainwater before it soaks into your slippers.

“Morpheus,” You call out, stepping only where you’re sure it’s dry.

When he shoots up into a sitting position, he almost falls down a step. The puddle soaking into his black coat grows larger.

Without thinking, you giggle at Morpheus’s uncharacteristic clumsiness, making a warm, happy noise that seems to make the inside rain disappear altogether.

This is how it’s supposed to be between you and him. The realization hits you like a flash of lightning.

This is what you want your future to look like.

#treehouse #the sandman #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader #sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #lord morpheus #morpheus #lord morpheus x you #lord morpheus x reader #sandman season 2

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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Hi :D Did you see the latest episode? Morpheus as a cat was amazing! Could you write something about Morpheus interacting as a cat with human reader and / or behaving like a cat, with reader teasing him and enjoying every second of it? Thanks :)

Lord Meowpheus

WC: 2,5 k (I was inspired and had no chill) AO3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: Morpheus as a cat, established relationship, a literal cat-and-mouse game, a little spicy at the end.

Dear anon, thanks for your request, this was a blast! I hope you all enjoy.

If you've enjoyed this story, check out this prompt, this story, or the sequel.

In the Dreaming, you’ve seen wonderous creatures, enjoying how the limits of your fantasy are pushed every time you explore. Your highlight is still Cain and Abel’s baby gargoyle.

You should visit them, you muse idly as you pass through the main hall of the palace, almost missing the patch of black at the edge of your field of vision.

You turn around to see a black cat stroll around, and you tilt your head in confusion. It would make sense that the Dreaming is also home to animals, but seeing a cat just walk through the heart of the palace still surprises you.

“Hey there,” you call out softly, dropping to your knees and extending a hand. The cat turns around and you realize that it might belong in the Dreaming after all. Its eyes are gleaming gold, and as it slowly approaches, you notice that it might be bigger than usual cats.

The cat carefully nudges its head against your palm, and you marvel at the soft fur as you gently rub the right spot underneath the chin. As you continue, the cat starts to purr, a low noise that puts a smile on your face.

Far too soon, it takes a step back and you leave it be, knowing that a cat can’t be forced into something while hoping that you will see it again.

You’re quite certain that people would shake their head in disbelief if they saw you spend your time in your room inside the palace instead of pushing the boundaries of the realm, riding a unicorn, swimming through a rainbow-colored sea, or at least having a date with Morpheus.

But the King of dreams is busy, and you would never keep him from his duties. So you rest on your canopy bed, knowing from experience that one can sleep in a dream.

The door is slowly pushed open, and you sit up, expecting Morpheus or Lucienne to enter. Instead, it’s the black cat, meowling once before jumping on the bed.

“Nice to see you too,” you say, waiting for the cat to approach you. It bumps its head against your hand, sprawled on the blanket, and you raise it to stroke the soft fur. Like before, it immediately starts purring. You’re living the dream as a cat whisperer.

“That’s kind of you to keep me company,” you say, looking into the deep, mesmerizing gold of its eyes. The cat lies down on your lap, and you let out a surprised giggle before continuing to drag your fingers of its head and back.

The comfortable weight of the cat on your lap and the soft purring start to lull you into sleep, and you wonder if the cat would be offended if you go for a nap. You scratch it behind the ears, letting out a yawn when suddenly the weight shifts, becoming much heavier.

Looking down, you stare into the half-lidded eyes of Morpheus, his head resting on your lap where the cat used to be, your fingers gliding through the silky strands of his hair.

You gasp loudly, willing your body to remain seated instead of jumping up.

“Don’t stop,” Morpheus demands, and you raise one eyebrow at him. You know a secret, a very important secret. Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, king of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realm, likes physical affection.

You continue, catching a mischievous glint in his eternal blue eyes as he reaches out to link your free hand with his.

“I didn’t know you could be a cat,” you wonder aloud.

“I can take on many forms,” he explains, letting out a pleased hum as your thumb trails over the shell of his ear.

“I assume you can appear as a cat because cats dream too?” you ask, and you feel him nod.

“Animals dream too, and I visit and cross through their dreams.”

“Lord Meowpheus, ruler over cats and dreams,” you announce, keeping a stoic mine for one second before cracking, your head tilting down as you laugh. Morpheus now raises one eyebrow at you, giving you one of his small, precious smiles.

In one fluid move, he arises, all feline grace and reminding you of the former form, while pulling you upright with him.

“Now, let us walk through your dream.”

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You keep on hoping that you would see Meowpheus – you adore that name – again, but it would be odd and weird to ask the ruler of the Dreaming to be a cat for you.

Maybe you can motivate him somehow. You have half a plan as you walk to Abel and Cain’s cottage. Abel once told you in private that your visits always put Cain in a good mood, resulting in quick and painless deaths for Abel. It had really hammered in the fact that these were biblical figures, the first murderer and the first victim.

“Here to visit us and Goldie?” Cain greets you and you nod. Goldie flies towards you, croaking as it circles around you once before landing in front of you.

“You’ve grown since my last visit!” you exclaim, earning yourself a loud croak. You drop into the soft grass and let your fingers glide over the scaly skin of his head.

“Aren’t you the most adorable?” you coo loudly, hoping that somebody else in this realm hears these words.

“Goldie is our pride and joy,” Abel says, nervously glancing at his brother. You can’t imagine what it must be like to be killed by your own brother for all eternity. You once asked Morpheus if there wasn’t a way to make their lives better. There isn’t.

You don’t see him coming, but you notice how Cain and Abel’s expressions change as they start bowing.

“My Lord, what a surprise and honor to see you here,” Cain says. You’re still busy with Goldie, the little gargoyle rubbing its head against your hand.

“I have found who I am looking for,” he says, and with one last boop on its nose, you stand up. If Morpheus were Meowpheus right now, his tail would be swishing right and left. You remember your friend Sam complaining that she thinks that Mina, her Maine Coon, is destroying furniture on purpose if she doesn’t get enough attention. The picture of Morpheus breaking one of the pots around here is so hilarious that you must bite your lip to stop the giggle trying to escape your lips.

You say goodbye to Cain, Abel and Goldie and let Morpheus guide you away.

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You find yourself back inside the confines of your own dream, close to a lush forest. As you turn to marvel at the emerald leaves, you notice the black cat standing next to you.

“Lord Meowpheus, what an honor,” you bow dramatically, and you find out that even in this form, Morpheus can still roll his eyes at you.

“Is this not what you wanted?” You startle after hearing Morpheus’ voice inside your head.

“Relax, my love.” Meowpheus presses himself against your legs, and you take a deep breath. “I am simply communicating with you.”

“Of course. Stupid of me.” This is still Morpheus. You card a hand through your hair before sitting down. You hope that the Dreaming never stops surprising you. “What do you want to do?”

“I would like a chase. I haven’t had one in this form in a while,” Morpheus answers, stretching and dragging his claws over the ground.

“I don’t envy the mice here,” you joke. Sam keeps on complaining about the dead or half-alive presents Mina leaves at her doorstep. Cats are still predators.

“I would only pursue one particular mouse.” His golden gaze seems to pierce you, and the penny drops.

“Can I even be a mouse?” you ask, before mentally face-palming yourself. It’s the Dreaming, it’s your dream; anything is possible.

“Do you want to find out?” The question hangs in the air as an exhilarating mix of excitement, curiosity and a little fear rushes through you. You know that you’re perfectly safe, that Morpheus would never put you in harm’s way. But are you ready to be chased by him?

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can chicken out. “Yes.” This time you say in with determination, and Morpheus gives you a small nod.

“Close your eyes.”

After you open your eyes again, the world has changed and has become much bigger.

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Being a mouse isn’t that difficult. You’re relieved that you still can see all the colors, and the tail is less of a problem than anticipated. Moving around on four is even fun. The only real issue is that everything is so big and far away.

You’re running around under the watchful gaze of Morpheus. He’s lying down, his head resting on top of his paws. Unfortunately, just like the rest of the world, he’s big, a large, frightening menace for a small mouse like you. He doesn’t even need to stand to loom over you. As if he needs another advantage.

“Ready?” you ask in your mind, knowing that he will hear you. He stands up, suddenly baring his teeth at you and you let out a very mouse-like squeak before realizing that he’s smiling at you.

It has been decided that you will get a head start to level the playing field. You want to head straight for the forest, hoping that there will be plenty of trees and boscage to hide. If Morpheus can’t reach you, he won’t catch you.

“My love, run.” His low command makes adrenaline rush through you, and your little body brings you into the forest. You don’t want to stop to see if Morpheus has started chasing you, but the ignorance will drive you insane. Your tiny feet carry you over grass, leaves, mud, and soil as you run past flowers and hedges. You wish you could enjoy the view, but there’s a big cat chasing you, catching up on you sooner rather than later.

The rustling of leaves to your left catches your attention and you see a big shadow before you know that your time is up. You race towards the narrow, exposed roots of the tree closest to you, hoping that Morpheus can’t follow.

Your little heart is beating like a drum as you find yourself underground, standing on dry leaves, and you watch a pair of golden eyes narrow.

“Let us continue,” Morpheus asks, his voice a deep purr inside your mind, and you make one small step towards the exit before stopping.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” you reply, your voice on the edge of taunting and teasing. You stick your tiny tongue at him, only for Morpheus to let out a terrifying growl.

“Come out now and I shall give you chance.” He leaves and if you could sigh as a mouse, you would. While you’re safe here, it’s also boring, and you don’t want to take your chances as a mouse with Morpheus as a disgruntled cat.

After checking if the coast is clear, you bolt away, not knowing that this is only the first of many times.

A few times, you managed to run for so long that you started hoping that you had shaken him off, only for Morpheus to reappear. The last time, he had even pounced on you, giving you a heart attack as you saved yourself in the last second by diving into a tree hole. You had taken a very long break in your hideout, with Morpheus taking an ever longer time to coax you out, using honeyed words and his wonderful voice.

Each time Morpheus would wait in front of your hideout, either lying in wait or moving around, but never letting you out of his sight.

You’ve been following a small steam of a river, grateful for some sort of orientation in this maze of green and brown. While you’re still not physically exhausted, you’re starting to become tired, but your pride and competitive spirit are keeping you from calling quits.

Listening for any treacherous noise, you keep your gaze focused straight ahead. You’re skipping over stones and jump onto dry ground. Maybe you’re running through some sort of ravine or dry riverbed?

Your stomach twists into knots as you realize that you are stuck, a large wall of stone blocking your path. There is no way you can climb or hide.

You pray that Morpheus is still far away as you turn around to run all the way back. A black cat approaches at a leisurely pace, and you squeak again.

“Well done, my love.” His praise should put your mind at ease, but it something about his controlled steps and the cold determination in his eyes that makes you want to bolt.

You’re backed into a corner, your tail pressed against the rigid stone. Morpheus has almost reached you. This is it, your last chance; you will try to run underneath his belly and between his paws, hoping that he doesn’t expect one last, desperate move.

You wait for the right moment before pushing yourself one last time. Suddenly, your movement is cut short, and you realize that a paw is weighing down on your tail, keeping you from escaping. At least it doesn’t hurt.

Morpheus is giving you another snarling smile as he lies down, his body trapping you against the wall.

His mouth is coming closer, and you are screaming internally that you’re not in danger, your mind reminding your body that despite being a mouse this close to a cat, you won’t end up as snack. A rough tongue glides over your cheek, connecting with your whiskers.

“This was terrifying and amazing. Next time, I’ll be the cat and you’ll be the mouse,” you think, making Morpheus chuckle and you melt inside at the sound.

“Close your eyes.” One moment later, you’re human again, and it feels so good. You’re still pressed against the wall, with Morpheus resting his head on top of yours.

“Do you know what a cat usually does with a caught mouse, after it played with it?” Morpheus asks, his lips now brushing over the shell of your ear. You can only shake your head, your knees suddenly wobbly as you inhale sharply.

“It devours it.” Before you can come up with a smart reply, you feel Morpheus press his body against yours, his lips brushing against yours, stealing the air you just inhaled. This is nothing like the soft kisses you usually share, but untamed and raw, with his tongue demanding entrance as his hands roam over you. You open your lips, letting him explore and taste you, grateful for the rough wall behind you as your hands rest on the back of his neck.

His lips leave yours and you gasp for air, only for Morpheus to trail a path across your jaw, down your neck, until they are resting on your pulse point. You’re clinging to him as you wait for him to go for the kill.

Nibbling at the soft flesh, he sucks until you know that it will leave a love bite, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Thank you, lord cat,” you say breathlessly, your body and mind serene and mushy at the same time.

“Thank you, dear mouse.”

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #sandman x reader #my writing #my sandman fics #lord meowpheus

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kpopgirlbtssvt · 2 months

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WAIT!!

Morpheus peeps, imagine this!!!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

A Platonic!Dad!Morpheus x 2 year old daughter fic!!

Imagine like in Monsters inc, a 2 year old little girl somehow makes it into the Dreaming, like Boo made it into the monster world. Remember how Boo wasn’t scared of Sulley and ended up following him back? Imagine the little girl not being scared of the nightmare that is there when she’s asleep, just giggling and ends up following the nightmare back to the Dreaming, and then suddenly there is a little 2 year old human girl that is running amuck in the Dreaming? The Nightmare is panicking and can’t find her, the rest of the Nightmares and Dreams are panicking because there is a tiny human child lost in the Dreaming, and because Morpheus will not be happy.😅 Anyways, Morpheus finds her first, him having gone to search for the human presence he felt appear, and hearing giggling, he finds her happily surrounded by the cats of the Dreaming. He goes to her in cat form at first, as to not startle her, but then turns into his human body form, and the little girl excitedly starts to refer to him as “Kitty”. And he gently picks her up to bring her inside to discuss with Lucienne what they should do (and he has a conversation with the Nightmare that accidentally brought her there😅). Anyways, they find out she’s all alone, doesn’t have parents, and feels safest in her dreams, even nightmares, so Morpheus adopts the little girl as his own daughter, who has become very attached to him🥹🥹

@roguelov @gh0stsp1d3r @honeybeezgobzzzzz @missdreamofendless @dragon-kazansky @thoughtsfromlayla

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kingbonercar · 2 years

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope it’s not absolute drivel. Also I didn’t proofread it so… hey! Idk what’s gonna happen! Also it’s very long bc I just WENT FOR IT! I hope you all enjoy!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of death

Major fluff alert! Slow burn for a oneshot!

Paring: Morpheus x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: y/n is Alex Burgess’s adult Grandchild coming to visit, but they uncover the “family secret” in the basement, and they vow to release the man trapped for so many centuries.

Nature was outstretching its urgent arms and beckoning me to frolic within its verdant forests and fields. The greenery was speckled with buds of a multitude of pastel colors. I lost myself in this world of sweet-smelling daffodils and buttery rays of sunshine-

“Hey! Uh, you’re here!” The gruff cockney voice of my cab driver jolted me out of my trancelike slumber.

“Oh! Yes! Thank you!” I swallowed, shakily thumbing through my wallet to retrieve my credit card to reimburse the driver.

With a tight-lipped smile, I lugged my suitcase from the trunk with an ungraceful thud, and slammed the banana-yellow lid of it a tad too aggressively. I was still halfway prancing in the dream world like a daft idiot.

As I ambled down the cobblestone walkway of my grandfathers’ estate, I thought to myself, what a lovely dream. I lingered on this moment, as I had been pervasively afraid of the “sleepy sickness” which had affected my mother before her death just three years ago. It seemed as if no one dreamed anymore. I rapped on the door eagerly, for it had been years since I had seen my grandfathers, I had been but a mere child. The heavy door swung open to reveal the grinning face of Alex Burgess, my favorite relative.

“Oh how you’ve grown!” He cooed, beckoning me inside.

“I have a room for you upstairs, but drop your bags anywhere, we need to catch up!”

The man struggled to arise from his wheelchair, but after a few grunts, he stood tall, smiling with open arms.

“Grandpa!” I scolded, “you didn’t need to stand up!”

I embraced him, giggling through my chides.

“Ah but I did! You know that’s my favorite trick to play on people? I’ll be in my chair, looking as if I’m on Death's door, then BAM! I’ll stand up, and not only that, but I’ll rant about how some miracle has cured me! Gets ‘em every time!” Alex sung, clearly proud of his pranking achievements.

“I missed this. God, ever since mom passed away it’s like I was farther away from you. She was like an extension of you, despite being adopted, she really did reflect everything about you.” I sighed. “But I’m happy I’m here now.” I patted him on the shoulder, prompting my grandfather to settle down into his wheelchair.

“Now let me show you to your room.” He uttered.

“I believe it is time for you to learn our family secret. Venture to the basement if you wish to know. But be warned, you must keep this firmly under wraps. We cannot risk knowledge of this being getting out.

Yours,

Grandpa Alex”

A note on yellowed parchment read. I had discovered the letter on my bedside table, waiting to be discovered. I looked upon it with a perplexed demeanor.

“Well, if this is some elaborate plot to kidnap me, it’s better than paying rent in my New York apartment.” I thought.

I descended a myriad of stairs, enough to make my calves groan.

I reached a sinister looking gate barring a larger room from access. Two guards stood beside it, unyielding. I brandished my letter with a shrug.

“Uh, I was told to come down here.” I squeaked.

The individuals nodded at one another, then punched in an unseen code to a pin pad which triggered the barred doors to swing open. I cautiously stepped in. The room was a sweeping expanse of grey, dimly lit walls. If only that were the only thing within. In the center of the area, a giant glass ball was perched in the center of some strange gold circle drawn onto the concrete below. Within the sphere was a man. This person’s skin was as white as an early winter snow, and his hair was obsidian black, so black that it could devour worlds in its endless void of color. The imprisoned man was also lacking clad, he crossed his legs to preserve a shred of dignity for himself, even in this state. I was taken aback at this sight. Why would my family be harboring a human being in their basement, along with keeping this poor soul in the confines of a glass globe, with no clothing or even a blanket? A swarm of emotions floated around my head as I approached the person. I stopped my stride as I reached a safe distance from the metallic circle on the floor, thinking it to be some sort of protective spell, although I couldn’t place it. For even I, someone who dabbles in witchcraft, it was foreign to me. The pale man lifted his chin slowly to meet my gaze with his icy eyes. They narrowed, his face awash with untrusting hatred.

I stepped away, a stirring in my soul told me to avert my prying eyes. I tore my gaze from the floor to look at him again, budding tears clouding my vision.

“God, I can’t believe they did this to you.” I whispered, bringing a hand up to touch the glass empathetically.

His gaze was unfaltering.

“Um, what is your name?” I inquired gently.

His lips remained sealed.

“I-I’m going to have a word with my grandfather about this.” I stated, turning on my heel.

“So just because he hasn’t promised not to harm you, you haven’t let him out? That’s IT?” I cried after Alex had enlightened me on the story of why the man was in the basement.

“Well, yes! Can’t you understand?” He hollered hopelessly.

“Are you sure he can even hear you in that thing?”

“Of course I’m sure! He’s a stubborn bastard!”

“If I weren’t your house guest I would break that fucking glass on my own.”

“But you are my house guest, and he’s a dangerous entity, Y/N.” My grandfather's hands met his head.

“Well at least you could show him some decency. He is the lord of dreams for fucks sake.” I spat as I turned towards the basement door. “And just so it’s clear, the reason your daughter died was because of you keeping him imprisoned. Without that, we wouldn’t have any of the sleepy-sickness bullshit. So just know that.” Words dripped like venom off of my mouth.

The man looked astounded, tears began to form in his eyes as despair clouded his face. He sunk into his wheelchair and wept.

I had been attempting to get the Lord of Dreams to converse for five hours, and I was constantly unsuccessful.

The being had shifted his position so he was laying, his eyes peeking out from behind his forearm. I sat down on the cold concrete, defeated.

“I know your name now, Alex told me. But I guess I am a sucker for proper introductions.” I sighed. I fished a minuscule sketch book and a graphite pencil out of my jacket pocket and began to craft a picture of The Sandman, in all of his foreboding glory. I found his strange muscle patterns endlessly fascinating. My pencil scratched paper for an undetermined amount of time, resulting in a gorgeous piece of Dream himself. I slowly pressed the page to the glass, he gazed upon it with curiosity. He lifted his hand to meet the wall of his entrapment, almost as if to reach for the drawing. His lips parted for mere seconds, just before he slumped into the deflated position that he has been roosting in for hours. I retreated as slumber beckoned me with balmy promises. I scooted to rest against the unyielding wall, eager to submit to the realm of sleep, not caring what consequences were in store for me. My eyelids felt as if they had contracted weights, and my vision blurred as my eyes closed, immediately introducing me to a world so vibrant that it had to be the one of dreams. I stood in the field, the same one in which I had visited in my nap in the taxi. I spun, my unclad feet meshing with the fertile soil below them. I allowed a laugh to escape my lips as I tumbled onto the soft ground. I gazed at the fluffy dandelions perched atop hairy stalks, and the razor-sharp blades of grass concealing the miniature insects within. Although my wonderment was tampered by two combat-boot-adorned feet trampling on the greenery. My eyes shot up accusatorily to view none other than The Lord of Dreams. I regained my bearings and shot to my feet, standing a few inches shorter than he. The being was now wearing clothes, pervasively black ones at that.

“Hi.” I uttered breathlessly.

His presence was strong, overwhelming. I suppose it’s not surprising when one is met with a God.

“Hello. You never told me your name.” He spoke, his voice was rich like oceans of time and caves dripping with jewels. He held universes on his tongue when he crafted his words so calmly.

“My-my name? Oh, well, I’m Y/N. It’s more than a pleasure to finally meet you properly.” I extended my hand, feeling awkward and shaky.

“Y/N,” he let the syllables roll off his silver tongue. “I like that name. I’m Morphius, but you probably were told my name was Dream. Which I suppose is true to some extent.” He obliged to my offer of a handshake. His fingers were freezing, his touch was fleeting.

“Morpheus, that’s a beautiful name. What would you rather I call you?” Speaking his name ignited a flame in my soul.

“You may call me whatever you like, Y/N.” He stated, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Lord Morpheus.” I bowed shallowly, not sure what to do at that particular moment.

“No need for such formalities. I am only here to speak to you.” Morpheus tutted.

“I’m sorry. What are you wanting to speak about?” I swiftly corrected my position.

“I wanted to tell you that I haven’t beheld such bewitching beauty in a thousand years. I have been confined so wretchedly, alone, for so long. And you are the only hope I have ever seen.” The wiry man grew closer to me as he gently took my hand and planted a tender kiss to the top of it.

I was on the verge of fainting, despite being in a dream.

“I see I have made you uncomfortable. Many apologies, dear Y/N. I shall go now.” He turned with sad eyes away from me.

“Morpheus, wait!” I tapped his shoulder urgently.

He turned to meet my gaze. Those eyes held a million words. “Wait. I have never encountered a being who harbors such complex emotion, such confusing luster. But why would The Lord of the Dreamworld want a mere mortal like me?”

“Do not diminish yourself to such titles. You have touched me, Y/N, with your compassion and kindness. I used to think that every human was like Roderick Burgess, but I was wrong. You are different.” His white hands snaked up my forearms and ascended to my shoulders.

“Kiss me. Please.” I knew what I was asking of the Dream Lord and I didn’t care. Lust pervaded me completely. He bored into my eyes as he leaned in, our noses brushing, his arm coiling around my waist, and my fingers playing with his spiky hair. Our lips were almost brushing….

“DON’T FALL ASLEEP IN HIS PRESENCE!” My grandfather awoke me by shaking my shoulders urgently.

“Gah! What?” I spluttered, dazed.

“God it’s all my fault! He’s probably gotten to you now! I forgot to tell you- it’s all my FAULT!” He wailed.

I turned my attention to Morpheus in his cell. He watched, he raised an eyebrow mischievously.

“You know what? Maybe he has gotten to me. And I don’t care if it was all a ploy to get me to release him- but you can’t keep someone caged like this! It’s not right!” I screamed as I leapt towards the circle, scratching out a chunk of it with my heel.

The atmosphere in the dim basement room shifted. The air grew colder and malicious. All I remember is the force of my back hitting the wall. Then, it was silent.

My ears rang nonstop, tears leaked from my eyes uncontrollably. I opened my moistened lids to see a ceiling foreign to any that were in the house. I sat up, confused and disoriented.

“Everything is safe now. Calm yourself.” A sultry and familiar voice droned.

My view came to meet Dream, sitting on a bed adjacent to mine. I noted that we were in what appeared to be a hotel room.

“What… what happened?” I inquired groggily.

“Don’t worry about that. What matters is that we are both out of harm's way.”

“Okay.” I said plainly, not satisfied with his answer. “Um, in the dream, was that… real? Or was that just a plot so I could help you escape?” I bit my lip.

“I suppose it was both.” He arose and made his way over to me. He took my hands and knelt in between my legs. “Everything I said was true.” He uttered. His tone was enough to make me melt. “Ah nervous, are we?”

“Wherever would you get that idea?” I chuckled.

He slowly ascended from his kneeling position to stand in between my legs. His movements were leisurely and deliberate. He tilted my chin up with his thin finger.

“Now, let’s finish where we left off, yes?” He breathed, connecting his lips with mine.

He tasted like starlight and fresh mint. He felt like adoration incarnate, and he was mine; I was his.

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman #Netflix #Netflix the sandman #neil gaiman #Dream x reader #tom sturridge #oneshot #Morpheus oneshot #one shot #fanfic #x reader #x gender neutral reader #Morpheus x gender neutral reader

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a friend

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“My Lord!” You called after him. “My Lord!”

Finally, Morpheus came to a halt on the porch, looking out into the garden. “Why did you follow me Miss Bridgerton?”

You took a moment to catch your breath before answering the man who still had his back turned to you. Now you didn’t know what to say. “I…”

“If you followed me out here to give me your pity, I don’t want it.” His voice was cold like the icy chill of the winter breeze you longed for in these summer days.

“No! I don’t pity you! I just…” You fiddled with your fingers, unsure of why you followed him.

“What is it you want Miss Bridgerton?”

Morpheus was still turned facing away from you, but you made no effort to make him turn.

“I was going to ask you what was the matter, with everything Lady Death mentioned in the dining hall, but now I think it is best not.”

“Yes…that is best.”

A silence followed between you two, accompanied by the rustling of many leaves swaying in the nighttime breeze.

“If you ever need a friend…” You paused when you saw his shoulder stiffen, only relaxing when he slightly turned his body towards you.

“A friend?” Morpheus’ eyes gleamed with a sliver of hope.

You gently smiled. “Yes, a friend. I’m always available.” You turned to head back inside when a cold hand caught your wrist.

“Miss Bridgerton…” Morpheus started.

You gazed between his hand and his face, going back and forth before snapping out of your daze.

“Yes?”

A feeling of apprehension washed over Morpheus as he hesitated, but it’s now or never. “Will you perhaps be attending Lady Walsingham’s ball tomorrow evening?”

“Yes…” You replied in confusion.

The pit of anxiety Morpheus felt washed itself away with the tides of confidence before giving you a friendly smirk.

“Make sure to save a space on your dance card for me, my Lady.”

You covered your mouth to stifle a giggle and nodded, letting your hand slip into his as you made your way back inside.

Morpheus stood in awe for a while before whispering to himself.

“A friend…”

#the sandman x you #the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #morpheus x original character #morpheus headcanons #morpheus x oc #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus #morpheus #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n #dream of the endless headcanons #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #bridgerton au

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Dover, 26th December 1872

The house was quiet, as the middle of the night approached. The staff of the house was peacefully sleeping in their beds, all resting and dreaming of the past festive days as the snow outside danced away, shimmering crystal swirling in a waltzing tempo, twirling with the wind that blew from the sea, not so far away. It was a gentle snowfall, one that had enveloped the entire world in its protective cover. Dorothea had been sitting by the windowsill of her childhood bedroom in Dover for the greatest part of the evening, lost as she was in that dance that always entranced her like nothing else in the world. A book - Alice through the Looking Glass - was sitting just besides her elbow, still opened to the page where Dorothea had interrupted her reading.

She turned her eyes away from that spectacle of silent beauty, and glanced over her shoulder, finding the antique clock nestled on the mantlepiece. Almost midnight. Boxing day was almost over. Had it not it been that late, she would had taken her violin and played a merry tune. She felt her fingers tingling with impatience, her mind running as fast as wild horses in a prairie, as she chased melody after melody. She sighed in quiet resignation as she snuggled once more against the soft worn out hostelry of the old love seat that she had pushed against window, to better behold the spectacle that the wintery night was offering her. She reached out toward the window and opened it, uncaring about the cold, just so she could hear the far away crushing of the waves against the shore, a sound that always brought her peace of mind and spirit. Despite the difficulties in breathing that her swollen womb brought and the sharp pains in her legs each time she tried to rest in her bed, she was always careful in her movements, careful not to wake the little one she carried, the sweet love that was finally sleeping inside her belly. An elated smile widened on her face, her nose wrinkling with absolute mirth as her thoughts about her son started to chased one after the other . Somehow, she always saw a tiny dark haired baby, with joyous hazel eyes and beautiful freckles all over his tiny face, dimples on his chubby cheeks and a small mouth always smiling in mirth. She was never one to care about flight of fancy, but the closer she approached the estimated day of her little one’s birth, the more she found herself awake and wonder which one of her thoughts would turn out to be the truth. “You’ll catch a cold with that window opened, Goldilocks,” Dorothea turned and her smile transformed in an even sweeter one at the sight of the man standing at the door, his voice husky from sleep.

“I needed a breath of fresh air, dearest. It can be so stuffy in here,” She said, opening her arms in a silent invitation to reach her and sit with her. “What are you doing still awaken? You need to rest, love.” “ I wish. I could not find a way to be comfortable in bed, I am afraid. I have the moon in my blood tonight. What about you?” Jacob yawned, as he sat besides her and took her in his lap. “Couldn’t find a way to be comfortable either. The bed felt too empty.” he grinned, winking at her and tickling under her chin. “You were so tired after taking care of that situation in London, I did not have the heart to disturb you,” she murmured, giggling when she felt Jacob’s lips brushing against her collarbone, kissing her skin ever so gently. “You should have though, Dottie,” he whispered back not unkindly, wrapping both of them with the soft bearskin that Dorothea had been using earlier. “Wake me up, if you aren’t feeling well. I might not be able to do much, but I can at least be of company,” “Oh dearest, I was feeling perfectly fine. Just unable to enter Morpheus’ realm.” She giggled when she saw his brow raising, a skeptical light lighting up on his face. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, resting her forehead against his, allowing the warm fuzzy feeling of happiness blooming in her chest when she looked at those eyes that she loved more than anything in that world. Yes, she caught herself thinking again, she truly hoped their child would have his eyes. “I promise, I am completely fine, Jacob. Had something been wrong with me, I would have told you right away. Your son just decided that it would have been a tremendous idea trying to stretch his legs around,” Jacob’s face lit up again, sweet fondness transforming his face entirely. “Emmett’s being a little rascal?”

“No more nor less than his father usually is, I assure you,” She chuckled, as she pressed a long kiss against his temple. “He has been tumbling around all evening, poor sweetling. Not much space left in there,” Jacob’s warm hand brushed her swollen womb, resting a little longer when he could feel the soft outline of his child’s head. “It won’t be long now, little one,” he murmured, the tone of his voice sweeter than ever, despite the worried look in his eyes. Dorothea furrowed her eyebrows, her gaze turning inquisitive. “What’s wrong, Jacob?” He stood quiet for a moment, lips thinning as thoughts after thoughts mulled all over his face. “I just realized now…it really won’t be long now until Emmett’s here with us,” he started whispering, locking his gaze with his wife, trying to find some comfort in those sweet eyes that always looked at him as if he had put the Sun in the sky. “And…what if I end up being like Ethan? What if I end up making mistake after mistake, ruining our child's life because it will turn out I am not so different from…from him?“ She caressed his cheek, her knuckles following the outline of his face with delicate attention, trying as she might to give all the courage she carried in her heart through that small contact. “I know you are terrified. I know. I share your sentiment. I am petrified that I will not be able to fill my role as I should, that I will not give our child what he deserves and needs, just like my own father did to me.” She sighed, turning sad for a moment. “I cannot lie and say that we will not make mistakes, Jacob, because… we are humans. To err is in our nature. It is inevitable,” she scooted closer, now enveloping the man in her arms, bringing his head against her chest, gently kissing his dark hair. “But I also know something else, something that always gives me strength and bring me comforts when I lie in bed, and worriment takes over my senses: we are in this together. We know what our sires’ mistakes were, what they had caused us with their actions, so we already know what path not to follow. So long you hold my hand and I hold yours, so long we walk together side by side, we will not stray away. You will see.” Jacob’s lips thinned even more, his grip growing stronger around her body, as he felt his chest tightening as it always did when a particular thought squeezed his heart without mercy. “I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, allowing her perfume of orange blossom to envelope his whole being and tear him away from his biggest fear. “My father lost my mother, and it broke him. I can’t lose you, Dorothea. I can’t. I just can’t. Not after we found each other again. It-It will break me. Completely.”

Dorothea sighed, her eyes turning sad: she knew those thoughts were always there, keeping him their prisoner with their invisible chains. She had seen it in the way he had been throughout her whole pregnancy, the way he would always pace around the house whenever she wasn’t feeling as energetic or as active, the way his own sleep had become so incredibly light he would wake up at sounds so faint, she could not hear at all. With a gentle hand, she raised his chin, and as he had done earlier, now she locked her eyes with him, pure determination blazing within her chest. “It will not happen, Jacob. I promise you, it will not happen. No force on this Earth or beyond this Life will pull me away from you. My time is not up yet, and I have every intention to grow old with you, so long you will have me by your side,” she caressed a wayward lock of dark hair away from his eyes, and smiled. She felt his shoulders relaxing a little, but the tension in grip was still palpable. “How about we go back to bed together and try to sleep some more? You truly need to rest,” she suggested as she tenderly kissed his closed eyelids with all the sweetness she was capable off. “I have the feeling that tomorrow will be an eventful day,” “Will you read me something first?” he asked, still feeling the tension in the way his jaw tightened. Her voice was one of the few things that always helped soothe his nerves. “Of course, my love. Anything for you.” Carefully leaning, she took the book still standing on the windowsill when suddenly, she felt a small nudge on the side of her belly and laughed. ”Apparently, your son is awake again,” Jacob placed one hand over the spot Dorothea was pointing, and was rewarded with another nudge. A smile widened on his face once more. His worries were all still there, still swimming just beneath the surface of his composure: but he knew that Dorothea’s words were true, and they brought some peace in his soul. She was right. They would make it. Together.

“ He decided that he wants to go back to Wonderland with us, eh? We have a Alice’s admirer at our hands,” he murmured, his smile growing wider. Dorothea laughed, as she combed through the book to find the piece she was looking for. “If he is anything like you, more like a Cheshire Cat in the making,” Jacob chuckled at the thought. He felt her snuggling even more comfortably against his solid frame, as he wrapped the bearskin tighter around them. Then, with clear silvery voice, she started narrating that poem that, by now, they both knew by heart.

“'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"

SOOOOO.

I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY, BUT I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO FINISH THIS PIECE and OMG I AM SO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO DO SO, AND TO ADD ALSO A SMALL DRABBLE TO IT AS WELL. (truth to be told, my husband nudged me to finish it, so, if you see this posted, it's thanks to him and his encouragement lol)

The festivities do bring miracles, don't they?😂😂

I don't have much to add to this, just that I loved working on it and that I was truly truly happy to write for Jacob and Dorothea again, especially in this particular setting! (I mean, if you remember the info I gave a long while ago, you know what's about to happen lolol).

I honestly love doing these kind of Festive Artworks with them, I wish the festivities actually last longer, so that I would be able to draw more of them lolol.

well, I hope you will like this just as much as I loved working on it!

--Nemo

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #Jacob Frye #Dorothea Starrick #Emmett Starrick-Frye #nemo sketches #my art #my oc #Winter #Christmas #character art

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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hello, how are you?, my sandman comics haven't arrived yet, but to calm my heart, could you make a picture where the reader doesn't realize that morpheus changes height when they're dreaming, I heard several people say that morpheus changes height when he's in his dream kingdom, a little (or a lot) of kink in size hahaha, because let's admit morpheu knows how to intimidate when he wants to and knows how to make the reader thirsty for him.

Dream, The Big, Touch Deprived Puppy

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Sometimes, a man just wants to hold his lover in his hands, literally. Is that so bad?"

Word Count: >500

Warnings: BIG BOI DREAM, dense!dream, gender neutral!reader, fluff, suggestive content, typos, etc.

A/N: HI ANON IM WELL AND EXCITED COS I HAVE TWO (2) REMAINING ASSIGNEMNETS LEFT THEN IM FREE TO DIVULGE IN MY FANTASY WORLDS. Also i've been meaning to read the comics because [foams in the mouth] i *NEED* more dream content. I love your prompt SO MUCH [BARKS] I WANT HIM SO BAD I NEED HIM in light of that, here is amazing fan art i found by umikochannart on twitter Tagging: @deniixlovezelda & @pinksirensong + @shadow-pancake9

"Dream... what are you doing?"

"... nothing."

I nearly break my neck trying to look up at him, "then why are you 10 feet tall?"

"I am not. I am precisely--"

"Dream, love, it's a hyperbole-"

"--which is exactly the perfect size for me to be able to wrap my coat around your whole body and so you can nuzzle your face against my torso."

"..."

"You expressed how much you enjoy how big I am, so I thought to divulge you in further in your fantasies."

I choke on my spit, "I- W-"

Dream's face contorts at how my face drains of ever living life. His large hand grabs my tiny face and my heart begins to quicken even more than it already has.

His brow knits at my heartbeat echoing in my ribcage, in the whole of dreaming, in his ears, "my love, does the idea of this scare you?"

My wide eyes looking up at him seems to be enough of an answer when I find nothing to say. My gaze slowly falls as Dream's large form begins to shrink back into his normal height. The shock that shot up my spine at his comment melts into chuckles, but then falls into concern when Dream begins to get even smaller.

"Dream, I'm not-"

"I did not mean to frighten you," he says in a small voice as I lower my gaze on his reducing form.

"I did not anticipate this reaction."

I let out a huff, "Dream."

"Yes?"

"Get back up."

Once Dream is in his normal and notably sullen (even more than usual) state, I chuckle and take my turn to caress his face.

He looks down at me, hands coming to my sides as he presses his forehead on mine, "I apologize, my love. It was not my intenti-"

"Baby boy," I sigh deeply, rubbing his cheeks. "you totes misread me."

Dream pulls away, brows furrowing.

I nibble my lower lip before uttering my response, "I just- I didn't expect the big comment... not when I'm pretty sure I dreamt about how big you are just recently."

Dream gives me a look that screams, bitch-wtf-you-DID-dream-about-it-NO-SHIT-i'm-literally-the-king-of-dreams-MY-NAME-is dream-I-know-you-dreamt-it-WHY-DO-YOU-THINK-I'M-DOING-THIS-IN-THE-FIRST-PLACE?

I giggle at the look, knowing he still hasn't gotten it. I push myself against him and bring myself close enough to whisper like a secret, "how big you feel inside me."

His shifts immediately. His hand forces any space between us when he pulls me flush against him. Dream's lips begin to curl at the sound of the heartbeat.

"See, now you get it," I chuckle softly, biting my lower lip again.

He hums, stealing my lips before saying, "it was my mistake for forgetting how needy my pretty lover is."

My breath hitches when I begin to feel him slip out of my fingers as his form begins to grow. This time around he reaches a size bigger than what he previously was.

"D-Dr- I- am only mortal-"

I squeak when he picks me up and like a ragdoll in his arms.

I look at him as he looks ahead, heading, I knew surely, to the bedroom. I gulp as a genuine nervousness laces my voice, "what if I break in half?"

My stomach drops when he smirks, "but do you not beg me ever so often to do so?"

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless smut #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you

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jd-loves-fiction · 2 years

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Could you write one with Dream and the reader where Dream discovers he's a soft dom? 👀

🌑 probably not exactly what you were hoping but i kinda went wild and that made it vERY fluffy :)

[21:56] Dream, as an Endless, a being far beyond your human comprehension, works differently than humans. That much should be obvious, and yet it still surprises you.

If the most mundane things make you do a double take, then it's to be expected that so would his more complex traits.

Your sex life, for example, is a source of near constant surprises. There is not a night you spend together that doesn't make you pause in wonder.

The fact that Dream is still finding things out about himself greatly surprised you. Though he quickly corrected your train of thought; he's not finding new things out about himself, he's simply finding out what works best for the two of you.

Such a discovery is made one day, on one of your first times being intimate together, where Morpheus starts feeling the need to do more. To assert even more dominance. To take things just a little further.

His grip becomes just a slight bit tighter, his words a dash more demanding. You go along with it because you trust him, and it turns you on beyond belief.

And yet, even as meaner words tickle throat, ready to be spoken; even as his hand itches, ready to grip you tightly and without mercy, something holds him back. Something deep in his chest where, were he a regular human, his heart should be.

"What's wrong?" You ask him, breathless, but not gone enough to not notice his hesitation.

"Would it be a bad time to ask about your preferences?" He almost sounds sheepish, leaning back above you.

You chuckle affectionately, "It's not a bad time. Maybe a weird time but… I didn't think the King of Dreams would need to do things like ask questions."

"What do you mean?" He's so serious it makes even more affection flare up inside your chest.

"I thought you'd just know those things."

"I believe you would find it disrespectful if I were to take that information from you without your notice." His thumb rubs at the skin of your thigh as he speaks and it's a little difficult to not let both lull you to sleep. You're still getting used to that part of him.

"Fair enough, I probably would. So what exactly do you want to know?" There's an easygoing smile on your face as you ask, stretched out like a napping cat amongst a sea of black satin sheets.

"Would it bother you if I were to be gentle?” You raise a brow. What an odd question. “I mean, if I were to only be gentle. I want to worship you, treasure you, not degrade you or hurt you. Would that be alright?”

The stars in his eyes shine so gently, so warmly, enveloping you in a warm blanket of love and adoration. He’s Endless, he doesn't need to ask, not really. You’d probably go along with whatever he wished for, and yet he does ask. Despite how… troubled it seems to make him?

“Of course it would. More than alright, in fact. I don't see why you'd even need to ask that.” You giggle, running your hands through his soft trenses to mellow his serious expression.

“Perhaps I would not need to. But I want to. I want to know what would best please you.” His pale, soft hands brush your features as they warm in tenderness.

“There’s nothing you could ever do that would not please me.”

#dream of the endless #sandman x y/n #sandman x you #the sandman #sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus #morpheus x y/n

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Morpheus as "shaper of forms"

So, Morpheus is perceived as different shapes/creatures/entities depending on the context and the dreamer, right? If so, is every messed-up beast you see in your dreams just Morpheus hanging out? If yes, please consider this:

This unending sea of trees feels suffocating. In a strange and thoroughly disturbing way, it's darker than any forest you have ever seen. Black pines tower over each soul that dares to walk among them. The greyish sky seems endless, and so does the faraway horizon littered with twisted, thick shrubbery. Something about this place makes your stomach churn and throat tighten. The sky, the woods, the stillness befitting only death… it feels wrong. The whole forest is wrong. Jet black pine needles dance in the air, although no wind is blowing. Their shuffling is like an evil giggle of malice that has to live among those mahogany trees. You notice their peaks could well pierce clouds if the grey firmament had any. No matter where your curious eyes wander, it seems as if something hides from you right when you are about to see it; an old evil that has already lived in these woods before the human race was distinguishable from apes.

A rustling of needles. The loud snapping of breaking twigs. The black pines undraw only to reveal a truly monstrous creature: a wolf with three heads and three eyes on each. The nine burning yellow orbs stare at you silently. Its black fur is dense and it has an oddly regal shine to it, making the creature appear like an impenetrable cloud equipped with only those haunting eyes that were peeking at your very soul. Like the rest of this forest of terrors, the wolf-beast towers over you - the top of its head is only slightly lower compared to the pine trees.

"Who... who are you?" you manage to stutter out. Were you trespassing into its home?

"Nothing more than a dream within a dream," the beast answers in a low, booming voice despite its mouth remaining still. It's as if the wolf speaking inside your head, never letting the strange forest of twisted trees know his words. "I am travelling thoughts, the myriad of ideas lost over centuries; the personification of all hopes and horrors that were, are and perhaps will come." The wolf lowers his head and you see the three noses flare slightly as the beast takes in your smell. "Do you know who you are?"

You have nothing to answer him. Strange... you could swear you have a name but you can't recall it. Straining your memory, you can only recall a distorted echo of something that used to be your name once like a ripple on the surface of an ocean.

"You are… what curious words," the wolf speaks again. His voice is reaching the depths of your spirit. It sends vibrations through your bones. "What makes you think you are?"

Unconsciously, you furrow your eyebrows at the beast's bizarre question. What nonsense! Of course you are - the rustling of leaves resounds in your ears, the twigs under your feet break a little more when you shift your weight from one leg to another; you're speaking to him, you're here.

"Oh but isn't the dreamer as much here as someone awake?" the wolf asks. For a moment you wonder whether he can hear your thoughts but that idea is dismissed as swiftly as it appeared - it was ridiculous. "Does a corpse not appear identical to someone who is asleep? How can a dreamer know that they are dreaming? How does a fish know it swims in the water? Have you never woken up before death claimed your soul in a dream? What if you were never dreaming in the first place? What if all dreams are true? These woods are no less real than the realm you came from."

The wolf sits down, his burning eyes still examining the iron in your blood and the marrow inside your bones. Although the beast is gargantuan and strange, you feel an illogical sense of trust towards your host. The twisted pine trees still whisper of indescribable malice but their voices quiet down in the presence of the three-headed wolf. Maybe this land belongs to him.

A few minutes pass when neither of you speaks. Surprisingly, this silence is neither tense nor awkward. Despite being strangers with the lord of this dark pine forest, you have a distinct confidence that you could say anything and everything to the Wolf King and he'd never once mock your passions. The beast catches your attention when he tilts his head. "Why are you so afraid, little one?" the wolf asks.

"I don't know," you answer with a defeated sigh. You haven't the faintest idea how he learned of what lurks inside your heart but it doesn't feel violating in any way, quite the contrary - like a parent that is wonderfully tuned to their child's affect. "I can't remember any longer. I just know I should be afraid, that this anxiety is earned."

"What imprisons you is not earned but given. It was another pair of hands that put you in those shackles."

Is your fear not your own in the end? A terrible thought it is, for one's life to be a net force of choices they did not make - for misery to appear accidentally, without the victim's input. "How can you know that?" you question him in confusion.

"Because I, too, have been imprisoned."

It was beyond your imagination to picture another entity, bigger and meaner, that could subdue this giant three-headed wolf with nice pyres for eyes. "So," you draw out your voice, still pondering his words, "how did you get out?"

"Like all things wild and strange, I remained untamed, unbowed; I broke my teeth on the chains that were binding me." Although he's speaking of great plight, desperation and misery, his rich voice adds a layer of pride to those dreadful words. Can suffering truly be dignifying?

A grimace enters your face. After all, you are so incomparably small in front of him. How could you ever have as much courage or strength as this beast? "I don't think I can do that," you say in a meek voice. Your gaze falls from the wolf's faces down to your feet and the grey ground cover.

"Of course, you can," the wolf assures you. He seems to have a lot of misplaced faith in you. But why? "You are still so very young, little one. The world bows before you with all of its possibilities. There is no shame in letting nature know you're alive. It is your only purpose in this life."

Having shared his wisdom, the wolf gets up and begins walking away, the pine trees part to let him through, when he suddenly stops to look at you with those burning yellow eyes one last time:

"When you feel lonely, look at the moon, little one. Somewhere, another beast is howling at it, too."

The rustle of leaves is still ringing in your ears when you wake up. Your neighbour's dog is barking. The world is the same as it was before you fell asleep and yet, somehow, everything is different. Perhaps, you are different.

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Predator!Neo x Prey!Reader

Premise: You and Neo have both escaped the matrix, and have been working alongside each other for a while. After nights of stolen kisses and foreplay in the real world, Neo tells you he has a fantasy he wants to play out with you in the matrix. He wants to give you a head start then hunt you down there, and claim you as his in whatever way possible. Soon enough, you've snuck off together to do just that...

A/N: based on this prompt. suspend disbelief from canon, no agent smiths to disrupt you two, and you're able to both be in the matrix alone and return by yourselves. I also featured the song I had on repeat for inspo and for your viewing pleasure, hope you enjoy! :)

Tags: predator/prey, hunting, submissive reader, dom neo, feral/primal sex, biting, clawing, aggressive, breeding kink mentions, power and control, suggestive pet play, wolf coded!neo, bunny coded!Reader, resistant!reader, TEASING, raw, no condom

You and Neo are getting ready to go into the matrix. A world so different from the chill of the metal ship you two reside on. Neo has prepared a sequence to help pull you two out automatically when you're done fooling around, so no one else knows you're here. Still, you're so nervous, what if you get found out? This is not something the rest of the crew, especially Morpheus would approve of the matrix being used in such a way.

Ever since Neo joined your team, and was found out to be the 'One' however, you two just couldn't keep your hands off each other. Its as if you're two magnets, pulling, pulling, pulling...

Neo can see your concern as he helps you into your seat and begins to get you ready to plug into the Matrix. He does your straps, with care but does them firmly with a slight grin sneaking up on his lips.

"Don't worry...I won't do anything that will hurt you in the real world...at least nothing too much..." He says in a honey sweet whisper, leaning down into your ear to do so. You feel your whole body shiver, your legs clenching as your wetness begins. How easy it is for him to turn you on like this...

"Once I'm done with you, then you'll truly be mine..." He finishes with a bite to the soft arch of your neck, making you whine out into the cool night air...

Soon, he finishes plugging you in and does himself quickly. You know the rules. You are to try to escape Neo's grasp, and you get a one minute head start. You better use it wisely, you doubt there's anywhere you could hide from The One.

As soon as you open your eyes again, you're in. You look around, you're in Chicago, it's night time and you're on a busy street as unknowing people pass by. You better get started, you know Neo didn't give you that much of a head start....

You begin running down the street, your body like a tight coil of playful fear. You know Neo will be looking for you soon, and in here he can even track you by scent, like a wolf. You're feet keep bounding on the pavement, rain beginning to pour down. You better find a place to hide, fast. You know deep down, it's no use. Neo will find you and claim your body for his, infect you with his scent and fill you with his cum. He is, The One, after all...It's hardly even a fight for him to find you...

You see an abandoned apartment and head there. The rain begins to stop as you head inside, only some holes in the roof giving way to trickles of water. The dirty, abandon factor somehow turns you on more. The thought of Neo taking and taming you here makes your head go fuzzy and your thighs clench together. You have to be careful with these thoughts, they'll just make your scent stronger...

You look around, and begin going up some concrete stairs, hoping to find somewhere to hide that will make this more interesting. You go up a few floors, but soon feel exhausted from that and the running, and decide to check out a hall of apartments. You giggle a few doors til you find one that's open, and you carefully creep inside.

It's dark in here, but somehow the fear of that and Neo finding you mix into something that makes you want to whimper out with an odd pleasure. Your stomach is all butterflies and fluttering, you know he must be in the matrix by now, but you have no idea where. He could have eyes on you already, and is just toying with time as he waits to pounce. The thought keeps you looking over your shoulder.

The abandoned apartment is actually pretty well furnished, and has minimal holes to allow elements in. It almost feels as if the owners simply up and left everything behind, giving into the eerie feeling with that as well. You look for a place to hide...

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Neo has given you the allotted time before jumping into the matrix himself. When he opens his eyes and stands on the rainy streets of "Chicago", Neo can feel his muscles begin to tense, ready for the hunt...

It doesn't take long before he's on your scent, sniffing in the damp air. He can smell your want, your need...its sweet like vanilla and floral like lilac to him. He even let's you have more time to hide by simply standing there and enjoying the way your scent fills him with his own need...

Soon, Neo is tracking that scent, moving faster than you ever could here. The way he can bend this whole world to his will was always a turn on for you. You craved that power, not for you to harness it, but for him to use it upon you.

It doesn't take long at all til Neo is outside the abandoned apartment structure. He cocks an eyebrow as he looks up at the tall, decrepit building and laughs under his breath.

"Interesting scenery..." He compliments your choice.

Neo doesn't opt for going inside the building, no. He has a better idea.

He begins to scale the side of it, his body slick with rain, his black trench coat billowing. He loves how he can use powers like this here, how he can hunt you down no matter what, how is body is limitless in the ways he can fuck you.

Even just thinking about finding you, grabbing you, and pining you down gets him hard, his whole body is filled with a primal need, want for spreading his seed inside you until you can barely say his name.

He follows your scent until its so strong outside one of the windows he stops.

"You were never going to get away, my pet..." He muses as he silently slips through the broken window, creeping inside the rundown apartment slowly. He doesn't want you to try to run again. No, he wants to find you and pull you by your little bunny ears and plunge his cock deep inside of you like the wolf he is. He can't wait to sink his teeth into your soft flesh...

Neo knows you're hiding in the closet of the master bedroom, so he silently moves towards it, the anticipation building inside of him, clearly seen by his massive cock hardening beneath his black trousers. He soundlessly drops his trench coat onto the floor of the bedroom, and begins to undo his belt, getting ready.

As soon as he's down to just his pants, his chest bare and bright in the darkness, he wrenches open the closet.

Inside, is you, heart beating, pushed against the back of the closet. You were sure it would have taken longer than this, you thought you had a good hiding spot this time!

"It's cute that you tried to hide, my little bunny..." Neo snarls out softly, his eyes fixated on you in a way that makes you feel like a piece of meat. You can see his hunger for you in his eyes and in beneath his trousers. You bite your lip and try to escape, moving to get around him, but its no use.

He snatches you up by your pony tail and your waist, a bit of pain in doing so, but you can tell he's gentle, controlled.

"That's no good, bunny...you know I have to punish you for trying to run..." Neo says as he pulls your back to his torso, his voice against your ear as his hands steady your squirming waist and grip your ponytail. He is so much bigger than you, so much more powerful here there's nothing you can do.

"Why don't you be a good pet and submit to me so I can get what I want from you..." He growls low into your ear, his voice husky and full of lust.

He moves you swiftly, and positions the two of you in front of a floor length mirror that was left forgotten in the apartment. You can see him behind you now, his eyes wandering up your body in the reflection, his hands gripping your hips, clawing in practically. You can tell he's close to losing control...to taking you right here. If you only push him a little more...

As his hands begin to move, his grip on your hair loosening, to the point of him stroking your hair at this point, his grip on your hips beginning to wander. You take your chance, and try to flee again, elbowing him and hearing his soft 'oof' as you do. You can see him change in the reflection, that small bit of anger from you squirming out of his grip, if only for a second, has sent him into complete predator mode.

He doesn't even make a coherent sound, it's only a growl from his throat and he's grabbed both your arms and pinned them behind your back, pushing his massive weight onto you so you're on the ground now. You can still see yourself perfectly in the mirror as Neo begins ripping your shorts off roughly.

"If that's how you want to be, my pet, then I won't waste time taking you to the bed...." He can see you cry out in defiance as you try to fight him, but its no use, you know you're his prey and you've been caught...

"I'll fuck you right here, right into this disgusting carpet, and you'll wish you had submitted to me before..." He says low into your ear before biting into your neck, hard.

You yelp, and thrash, trying to get him off of you, but he's huge. You can feel his hard cock pressed right into your soft ass. He uses one large hand and a knee on your back to keep your elbows in his hand and you pinned to the floor. With his free hand he unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling his underwear down and freeing his massive cock. You look up into the mirror and see it bounce out, hitting your bare ass with a light slap! and beginning to paint your ass with precum. You can't help but shudder and try to surpress a moan.

Neo moves so he's in between your legs, moving your ass in the air so he can fuck you better. He has his hands keeping yours from flailing, and his legs between yours so you can't run. You can feel the heat radiating off his cock as he rubs it between your soft asscheeks. He loves teasing you before taking you...

"I want you to watch yourself, bunny...watch as I fuck you into the floor and see yourself submit to me..." He says, using one hand to begin positioning his cock to your dripping wet pussy. His fingers make sure to swipe your slit first, testing to see if you're ready for him, and you are.

"I can see how bad you want this..." He purrs, bringing his hand up and inhaling the scent of your wetness before tasting you on his own fingers.

"No..." You say through gritted teeth, trying to fight the pleasure your body so badly wants. It feels so warm down there you can barely take it.

"Your pussy doesn't lie, my pet. You're soaking wet for me. You want me to breed you until you can barely speak..." He coaxes, trying to get you to admit how badly you want him. You know if you submit now the power trip he would have from getting you so easily would be huge.

"That's...that's not true!" You try to say convincingly, but its hopeless, your tiny moans as he begins to play with your clit betraying you.

"Please, go on, tell me how you don't want me inbetween moans..." He laughs as he says this, finding your helplessness to his touch amusing. He begins using two fingers to insert himself into your wet hole, before using scissoring motions to stretch you out and play with you.

"Please...I don't...I don't want you..." You look into the mirror and see your own eyes filled with so much lust and desire it really doesn't matter what you say, the evidence of your want is clear. You look away, biting your lip and looking back at Neo, who towers over you on his knees, still playing with your pussy and holding you down.

"That's no good my dear," He tuts before releasing your arms, and grabbing your pony tail harshly, pulling you up, up, up...until you can see yourself clearly in the mirror. You can't even use your free hands to your advantage, you have to have them under you to keep some semblance of balance. Your face is so hot with heat, your chest flushed and your breasts no longer squished against the floor, but hanging freely. Neo pulls his hand from your pussy, causing you to whine out from the lack of being filled, even if you didn't want to let him hear the want from that sound.

"See, isn't this much better? You can see yourself get fucked much more clearly like this..." He says as his hand begins to wander to your breast, claiming one as his other hand keeps you suspended, back bent, by your hair. Your wetness on his hand slicks your breast as he swipes across your hard, hot nipples. His hard cock now under your pussy, moving through your soaking folds with ease, but not entering.

You can barely find it in you to speak, all your energy being either drained by the pleasure you're feeling, or holding your breath as not to moan. You can't help it, when you do breath, it shudders out of you with cries and whimpers from the pleasure of Neo's cock sliding along your pussy, and his hand squeezing and pinching your sensitive nipples. You can see yourself begin to give up as you watch the mirror, your gaze looking to Neo as well, seeing him become more and more overcome with the need to plunge his cock deep into your wetness.

"Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you..." His voice barely a whisper, trying to contain his own groans as the hot tip of his cock continues to play with your clit, driving you insane. You try to resist, drawing the experience out, your body shaking from the teasing Neo is doing to you. No, you can't... you can't tell him how badly you want his cock yet...

"Darling, look at yourself...how much longer can you resist it?" He coos, his voice trying to gently coax you.

"Say how badly you want my cock inside of you, and I'll give it to you, my dear..." He continues, your desperation for him rising as he picks up the speed on your clit and breasts. Your voice begins to whine uncontrollably.

"Please...." You say, this time wanting him to take you. But that's not what he wants to hear, he pulls on your nipple enough to make you gasp.

"You know the magic words are 'Neo, I want your cock' not 'please'..." He scolds lightly, chuckling as you cry out from his touch.

"Fuck...Neo...please...I-" you're so close to admitting it, the pleasure of Neo's teasing rocking waves through your body, the pain of his pulling on your hair turning into something more.

"That's it, my pet..." He groans as his cock moves between your folds, positioning himself directly at your entrance, basically betting on the fact that you're going to break and submit to him.

"I-...Neo...I want your cock deep inside me, please..." You finally whimper out, your breath leaving your lungs as you look at yourself in the mirror, completely gone from how badly you want this, how badly you need this now.

"That's all I needed to hear, bunny..." Neo says as doesn't wait, plunging deep into your pussy, filling you inch by inch by inch until the head of his cock hits his limit inside you before stretching for more. You cry out, as Neo groans, his eyes clodsing, his hands now gripping your hips like his life depends on it. He's completely lost control, giving into his primal instincts to fuck and breed you.

Your hands grasp the carpet and you fall forward since he's let go of your hair, your entire body shuddering as he continues to stretch you until he's at the hilt of his cock, completely filling you up now. He's so big, you've never been with anyone this big and girthy, you can barely breath as he begins to move after savoring the heat of your pussy over his entire cock.

"Fuck, Neo!" You cry as he begins to pull back before slamming back into you, beginning to pound your pussy sloppily, with disregard. You can barely take it, it fills you with a type of pleasure you never knew you needed. You grit your teeth as he begins to claim you, begins to take your body for his own, his little pet...his little prey...

"God...." Neo groans out, his grip on your hips beginning to claw into you, his hands moving to run his nails over your ass, leaving behind claw marks. "You're pussy is so tight...." He admits, completely drunk on your pussy now.

You watch as you are claimed by Neo, looking into the mirror and seeing as he fucks you like an animal, taking you fiercely. The two of you are all sweaty bodies, huffing, and moans, completely lost in the feeling of filling and being filled. Of dominating and submitting. Of claiming and being claimed...

You can barely take it as Neo's raw cock continues its crusade inside your tight pussy, you dare to move, getting a hand underneath yourself and to your clit. Neo growls as you do this, taking your movement as a threat and pushing one hand against the back of your neck and pinning you to the floor, his massive body now moving to lean over you entirely, his face so much closer to yours now as he has your bent and smushed against the floor. Your just pleased to be able to rub your enlarged, needy clit. As you work yourself, your fingers slipping a few times from how wet you are and how Neo pounds you, causing you to whimper out with want and frustration as you can't find purchase, you feel your pussy begin to clench around Neo's huge cock.

The sensation pulls a low growl from Neo, his mouth clamping teeth down onto your shoulder as he locks you into place, your breath hitching as he sinks his teeth into your tender flesh. You know he will leave a mark on your real body, letting the rest of the crew know he's finally claimed you as his.

You continue you push yourself towards climax, your lower stomach a bundle of nerves, butterflies filling you as well as heat. You can't stop, you glance in the mirror and see yourself as someone you barely recognize you're so out of it. So entirely taken by Neo and the need to cum. What really begins to send you over the edge is seeing Neo, teeth sunk into your shoulder, body covering yours, his eyes closed with pleasure, completely lost by the need to fill your pussy deep with his hot, sticky cum. You feel yourself begin to climax, your pussy quivering and finally clenching down as hard as possible around his cock, a long, shuddering moan escaping your mouth as you do.

With that, Neo feels himself leak out inside you, he knows he can't last with your pussy so tight. He growls as he bites deeper, his hand on your neck clawing into the flesh, and his cock pumping harder than you ever thought possible. Finally he bursts with his own howl, his semen filling you up until you think you can take no more, your breath leaving you, and your legs shaking and giving out. Neo finishes inside you, slowing his thrusts until he finally just leaves his cock in, and collapses onto you.

Both of you are breathless, unmoving, for a few minutes. All you hear is his heart beat and yours, beating fast before after a while, slowing. God...you can't believe how full you are of his cum, the aftershocks of the whole thing make your pussy and your clot twitch.

Eventually, Neo pulls his teeth from you, and then laps at the bit of blood he caused, enjoying the taste of you. His hot breath moves across your aching, sweaty shoulder. Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, his cum leaking onto the floor. His strong arms pick you up off the floor, and pull you close. Your sweaty bodies stick to each other, and you're grateful for his embrace. You feel yourself limp, and completely as his whim, but he knows its time to hold you gently. He pulls your hair out of its tie, and pets your head as he leans back until you're laying on his chest. Your muscles ache, not wanting to move, but you flip so you can snuggle into his neck. The two of you remain here until you both feel calm enough to exit the matrix.

When you do, Neo is already getting out of his chair and walking over to yours with a look of care and bit of worry. He wants to make sure he didn't harm you in anyway you didn't like. He takes your face into his large hands and his deep brown eyes gaze into yours, looking for any sign that he went to far.

Your face softens in his hands, and you reach up to hold the outside of one of his hands, softly pulling your thumb across the back of it. You smile gently, and Neo knows that you're happy with what transpired. He reaches down and picks your whole body up with ease, and you snuggle into his chest, taking hold of his shirt he's still wearing since you're outside the matrix now. He takes you back to his quarters and gets you under the covers in his bed gently, but swiftly. It's clear all the two of you want to do is snuggle up and fall asleep together.

"Neo...?" You say softly into the dark of the room, Neo's deep breathing and body curled against you, so much bigger than you.

"Yes...?" He responds, his voice tired and weary.

"I love you..." You whisper out, knowing it's the first time either of you have admitted such deep feelings for each other, but also knowing after tonight how could you not? You can feel Neo smile into your neck, kissing you everywhere slowly, his throat giving way to a sort of hum or purr.

"I love you so, so, soooo....much...." He says between kisses and holding you tighter, his breath heavy with sleep. It's clear he never wants to let you go. You are his now after all. But you also have a hunch that he's yours just as much...

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treehouse 🔞 (also available on ao3)

tags: smut, pregnancy, 🔞, mental illness, trauma, eventual happy ending

Dream of the Endless | Lord Morpheus x reader

It's a common story; you meet a tall, dark, and handsome man outside of a club and take him home that night. When he leaves, you don't think you'll ever see him again.

Now, what's less common is what happens a couple of weeks later, when you realize you're pregnant. But you only know his name, if that even is his real name: "Dream".

What exactly are you going to do now?

(title from the song Treehouse by Alex G) (originally posted on AO3)

You don’t usually do this kind of thing.

‘Thing’ here refers to venturing out of your apartment, alone, dressed to the nines and in search of trouble. The kind of thing that every other twenty-something you know does on a regular basis.

But it’s always been too hard for you to gather up the energy for such an effort. Depression can do that.

Tonight, though, you’re trying, even though you’re definitely the only person in this club without anyone else to accompany them.

The party feels like something out of that new Batman movie; bass reverberating through the soles of your sneakers and smoke curling through the air, heavy-fingered and tinged blood red from the colored lights.

You had choked down a panic attack on the walk from the train to the club, only making it down those few blocks of sidewalk by reminding yourself that you can leave whenever it stops being fun, over and over.

The ice in your drink is fully melted and in the whole hour you’ve wandered around, you’ve really only spoken to the very pretty bartender. She complimented your dress, and you would’ve complimented her eyes in return, but you’re aware that she was only being polite and doing her job.

Without much fanfare, you abandon your glass filled halfway with water and halfway with vodka sour next to all the other discarded glasses. This has officially stopped being fun, though whether or not it was ever fun to begin with is up for debate, and you take that as your cue to dip.

Once you’re outside, the cool air a pleasant balm on your sweat-sticky cheeks, you quickly snag a cigarette out of the carton in your purse. A raven watches you struggle to light it.

He’s a curious bird, calm as any human, and you win the staring contest between the two of you. When he cocks his head at the sound of your laughter, you swear he can practically understand you. You keep giggling as you crouch down and offer your shitty lighter to the raven. “Well? Are you gonna help me or just stand there making fun?”

“Matthew has always had a sense of humor.” At the sound of someone’s accented voice, as rich and deep as whiskey, you stand and turn to see a man looking at you and your new corvus buddy.

Oh fuck, he’s beautiful.

You go with beautiful as handsome is definitely the wrong word. The stranger is beautiful in a way that doesn’t quite seem humanly possible, like it breaks your brain a little bit to look at his brilliant eyes, to take in his high, sweeping cheekbones and plush mouth.

“The raven’s name is Matthew?”

“Yes.” You’re tempted to ask him if he, like, has a podcast or maybe records audiobooks. If he doesn’t, he should. He’d do super well.

Seriously. It’s catnip to you. The sound unfurls from his throat with a touch of rasp, but still purer and more resonant than any other voice you can recall.

You’re reminded of what priests say the voice of God sounds like. This is a very weird thing to come to mind when a random guy talks, especially as you aren’t really religious like that. He definitely could get a whole lot of people to do as he wished just by asking, you think. A God needs to have that quality. Or a cult leader.

You swallow down the heat inside that stokes hotter with every moment his bright gaze clings to your face, to the curve of your lips. His structured black coat fits across his proud shoulders well; it looks expensive and he appears to have an awfully good tailor.

You decide to go along with the bit. Bits are fun and talking to this man is exactly the kind of shenanigan you were hoping to stumble across. “That’s a good name. Did you give him that?”

He smiles knowingly. “He named himself.”

That’s funny. It makes sense; ravens are as clever as any person, the Internet says, so someone looking at one of those birds and feeling as though it named itself isn’t totally out of left field.

You hope he elaborates on that, but the stranger doesn’t seem inclined to help you out there. But you don’t want the silence to settle much longer. It might drive him away, and you’d like him to stick around longer. Maybe get his number. “Well, I hope he knows it suits him. Hey. You think you could light this for me? You saw me try it with Matthew, but I don’t think he has enough claws to make it work.” You hold out the lighter with shaky fingers, nervousness fighting desire in your veins.

When he takes it from you, his skin brushes yours. It’s almost electric. “…of course.”

You’ve never felt attracted to someone so fast. The wanting hits you like an avalanche; a dream of his palms on your hips and red marks on your skin from his teeth pours through your mind.

The man cups his other hand over the flame as you lean in, at last lighting your neglected smoke. Your lungs fill with him, not tobacco smoke. His scent, sharp and comforting all at once, makes you just as woozy, just as lightheaded as the nicotine does. “Thank you, I, um, appreciate it. Do you have a name, too?”

“You may call me Dream.”

Your best friend would appreciate his excellent grammar. Clever of him to use ‘might’; if you were a Fae trying to get his real name, he’s answered in exactly the way someone trying to not get fairy abducted should. These are the kinds of tidbits that amuse you, even if you won’t ever use them. So you’ve spent your life hoarding random information like this, just for funsies.

“Your choice of words there is noted, ‘Dream’.” Your smile warms your voice and he steps in a little closer, close enough that you have to tilt your head up a bit to maintain eye contact. Like staring at an eclipse. That’s bad for your eyesight, you tell yourself. But you can’t look away.

His lashes are as black as his thick, undone hair, framing a lidded and darkening gaze.“Were you just leaving?”

Oh fuck yeah. “Um, yeah, not really my scene. Kinda boring, at least for me. It’s a shame; I was hoping to actually make getting out of the house tonight worth it, but. No dice.” You haven’t done this game in quite awhile, but you still remember the rules. A bit of a tease at the end, just to imply that you’re interested. What can you do? He makes you bold, bolder than normal. You want him to want you.

“Pity.” A pause stretches between you and you feel your heart sink into your stomach, your anxiety revving up again. What if he just walks away and leaves you here, embarrassed and in your head for believing someone like you could attract someone like him?

“Do you still wish to make getting out of the house tonight worth it?” Your words sound out of place in his mouth, too modern.

What’s that joke about how some actors in period dramas clearly look like they know what an iPhone is? Dream is apparently the opposite of that. He seems entirely above petty concerns like lamenting the lack of decent hookups.

The discordance has you stifling a giggle.

You dream some more about his hand tangling in your hair and his body covering yours, his knee between your thighs. And the fire, deep in your belly, burns brighter and brighter. “Depends on what we’re doing.”

When Dream smiles, it’s beautiful and uncanny. He looks like a predator, and you’ve stumbled right where he wants you. It’s hot. You’re good with that. “You know what.”

“…yes.”

You can’t really remember how you got back to your apartment - Dream has been far too busy pressing his mouth to yours, devouring the heady, saliva-slick kisses you’re freely offering up, for you to pay attention to something like that.

As soon as you’ve made it inside the front door, he pins you against the wall to wrap an elegant, long-fingered hand in your hair, tipping your face towards him so he can nip at your bottom lip with sharp teeth. “You are… exquisite,” He murmurs against your lips, pupils blown so large that his eyes look like galaxies with an endless black hole in the center, pulling you towards his gravity.

You grow wetter at the sound of the lust roughening up the edges of his polished voice, at the awe in his words. “Please,” you moan as he bites aching marks into the column of your throat that are sure to bruise purple and red tomorrow. You want them to bruise, you want to have something left behind after this hookup ends, proof he was there.

You’re not even sure how to articulate what exactly you’re begging for. That’s beyond what your mind is capable of right now, as his hand fists in your hair and tightens until it’s the perfect amount of slightly painful and you’re gasping, desperate for more. Your hands have twisted into the collar of his coat this whole time and you don’t let go. The feeling of the cloth rounds you and more than anything, you don’t want him to back away.

Dream seems to understand your pleading - he lathes the bruises with his tongue and you would do anything he wanted, as long as he would do that between your thighs. His other hand trails against the swell of your breast, gently caressing them through your thin dress. You arch into his touch, his fingers rolling over your nipple, plucking at it before palming your chest once more.

You’re greedy - you want even more. With a frustrated groan, you shove your dress off about as fast as you’re capable of doing so, getting tangled in the sleeves in your enthusiasm. A whine escapes your chest - seriously?

You’re so horny at this point that any fumbling delay like this might cause a meltdown, especially in front of someone as hot as Dream, but he simply smiles affectionately and untangles you, soothing your ruffled feathers with his calm, steady touch. The dress flutters to the ground in a heap. “Be still,” He admonishes you, before sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of your body bared to him. “Fuck.”

Your underwear is soaked through and it clings to your thighs as you shift, desperately trying to relieve the yearning need inside.

Dream seems transfixed by you, utterly enraptured by your full breasts and the dip of your waist, the soft curves of your hips. Those pretty, blinding eyes almost glow in the dim light of your living room lamp and as his fingers leave your hair to trail down your neck, a line down your clavicle, his touch relishing in the softness of your skin, you’ve never felt more desired.

Then, he meets your round, hungry eyes. “Do you want this?”

“Yes. Yes. Of course,” You pant. He’s moving too slow for you; you yank him towards you again, your mouth vicious as you kiss him. Dream’s still fully clothed, which seems a bit unfair, but there’s something about the intentional vulnerability of standing before him mostly-naked that you secretly enjoy. He has the upper hand at the moment, and you’re actually pretty okay with that.

Impatience and a bratty touch of mischief briefly win out over the urge to please him, to revel in his affections, so you quickly slip away from his grasp and flee towards your bedroom, with Dream hot on your trail.

Before you make it all the way to your bed, still unmade from earlier today, he catches you by your waist, wrapping his hand around your jaw tight enough to leave fingerprints so he can expose the side of your neck to the burn of his lips.

You fully expect him to toss you down on the bed and have his way with you, but Dream lowers you down carefully with one hand cradling the back of your head and his eyes fixed on your face, possession and lust blossoming in his terrifyingly beautiful smile

You need him.

He peels off his clothes quickly. Underneath all those dark, rich fabrics, his lean, muscle-bound torso gleams in the moonlight like a marble statue of some old god. You’ve always loved Ancient Greece and their perfectly-sculpted effigies.

Then Dream is on you again. He sinks to his knees before you and his position doesn’t feel like submission, not when you’ve fully surrendered to him. His mouth trails down your body and his hands can’t stop touching you; you gasp as you writhe in his steady embrace holding you still.

Your underwear gets discarded in some corner of your room - you’ll look for it later, when your hookup leaves.

He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder and buries his head between your thighs. He’s like, really good at eating you out. You’re sort of shocked, because you haven’t had great experiences with this, but his tongue traces your clit and the overwhelming pleasure from Dream’s touch forces a desperate cry out of you.

He chuckles against your pussy, now teasing intentionally as he traces around your clit, around your dripping core, before returning to his task. Dream carefully sinks two fingers inside of you and his groan at how your cunt flutters around his fingers vibrates through you. You’re so full already, the pressure pinching a little, and he’s careful, so careful when he starts to move in and out of you, sucking at your clit to soothe the ache from the stretch.

You’re moaning, and you can’t even breathe, can’t catch your breath; it’s so fucking good, and you feel the beginning of an orgasm coiling inside you already.

Any pain completely dissipates as Dream’s mouth indulges you, tastes you like he wants nothing more than to eat you out for the rest of time. Your body instinctively twitches away, hips trying to escape his touch. The pleasure burns through your body like a wildfire, and the intensity is almost too much, especially when the pads of his fingers find a sensitive spot inside your trembling, hypersensitive cunt. “Fuck, Dream, fuck-“

When he pulls away from you, his mouth is slick with your arousal, and you watch him lick it from his lips. “Did I not say to be still?” He speaks quietly, evenly, a contrast to the needy whines you make at the loss of contact.

But his fingers don’t let up. Dream keeps moving them inside of you, and it’s hard to find the capacity to answer him when he intentionally brushes against that delicate, tender place.

You’d do anything for him to keep going. Anything. “No, you did, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry.”

He does nothing for a moment; even his fingers pause as you spasm around him. And just when you think he’s going to completely withdraw and punish you for not following his instructions, he absolves you. “Good girl.”

Dream braces his other arm against your hips so you can’t escape how he pleasures you, and even as your body jerks when he enters you again, picking up the pace and fucking you open, you can’t move away. He replaces his tongue on your clit with his thumb, pressing even circles into your sensitive flesh so he can watch your face twisted in ecstasy and the brilliant flush crawling up your tits towards your throat with hungry, star-bright eyes.

Dream needs you undone before him just much as you want him to take you apart.

You’re so wet that it’s obscene, his fingers dripping with you, and the sound your pussy makes with every movement is embarrassingly loud, almost as loud as your moans.

Your impending orgasm sparks back to life as he patiently builds you back up, your thighs trembling and eyes rolling at a particularly forceful thrust. When he fits another finger inside your soaked core, your eyes roll back in your head as you cry out in surprise. It’s too good, the pain and pleasure bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Fuck, you can feel it, right there, feel it threatening to pull you under like a riptide, and each movement pushes the breath out of your lungs. It takes a minute to realize Dream is matching his thumb teasing your clit with his careful, gentle pushes against that spot inside your pussy. He knows your body so well for someone you’ve never met before, and in his capable, clever hands, you’re so close to coming apart.

He’s still looking at you, completely enraptured by your back arching off the end and your eyes hazy with lust. Dream takes your clit into his mouth once more, tongue flicking against you as he chases your orgasm.

“Thank you, oh my god, I’m gonna come,” You beg helplessly, writhing and squirming against him, your body wound up so tight that it hurts.

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

He commands, and you obey, coming around his fingers with a drawn-out cry. You’re coming, and it eats you alive, the fall flooding through you like lightning. Dream helps you through it, bearing down, so your pussy trembles through your orgasm on his firm, clever hands. You feel yourself gush around him, and he groans at the feeling of it, slowing his fingers pumping in and out of you without stopping altogether, eking out every last bit of your pleasure that he can.

And Dream instinctively knows when you’re done, when you can’t give him any more, so he finally withdraws and licks his fingers clean of your cum.

You can’t totally feel your legs, and you need to finally catch your breath, but you look at him, pleased and benevolent and still desirous of you, and you know you can go another round.

You prop yourself up on shaky arms to meet his filthy, messy kiss; the taste of your salty musk blooms on your tongue, and he wraps his arms around your sweaty, heated body. “Will you fuck me? Please? I want it,” You ask when you break the kiss. You’re a quick study, and Dream seems to like it when you tell him that you want him.

His eyes are almost completely black when he answers you. “Yes.” Dream’s tone is menacing and dark, and fuck, if you don’t drip on your blankets at the promise in his voice.

You like submitting to him, like how he handles your body like it’s his, and before he can push you down, you flip over and sink down on your knees, back arched and face pressed into the bed. “Like this?” You realize you’re asking for permission, which is something maybe you should’ve negotiated beforehand.

But you shouldn’t have worried; he’s very much on the same page. “Yes.”

You wait for him to shift behind you. You can’t see Dream, and the anticipation sends a thrill down your spine. You’re exposed and vulnerable in this position, and he could do anything.

His hands caress your ass, your thighs, your curves, lingering indulgently. It’s as if you’re precious, as if you’re the most holy thing he’s ever touched.

After pressing a single, sweet kiss on the base of your spine, Dream kneels behind you, and you can feel his hips against your ass. He seems intent on soothing the tension out of you, patiently stroking your heated skin until you melt at his touch.

And when you’re soft and pliant, he pushes in.

He’s pretty big, big enough that even after three fingers and an orgasm, you still feel a pinch as he thrusts deeper. You involuntarily make a soft noise of discomfort; you don’t want him to think you’re not enjoying this, to draw away from you. But Dream takes his time, gently opening you up on his dick as you start to relax.

When he finally seats himself inside you, that slight noise of discomfort turns into a deep, contented sigh. You’re so full, your pussy stretched comfortably to its limits, and you go slack against the sheets. Your cum from your last orgasm is soon matched by a new well of arousal from the feeling of his dick in you, heavy and hard and incredible.

And when he starts moving, your pillow muffles your loud moans. He fucks you slowly at first, mindful of how tight you are. It’s so caring, and it works; you enjoy the leisurely build-up much more. Before long, you’re aching for everything else he can give you.

He doesn’t have you entirely out of your mind yet, so you slot your hips back against his to meet his thrusts. And when you clench particularly hard around his cock, Dream also groans. “Alright,” he says with a hint of amusement. “You can have it.”

He fucks you in earnest now, one hand fisted in your hair and holding you down as he moves in you faster and faster, tears forming in your eyes from how ridiculously good it feels. With each push, he takes pieces of your higher functioning abilities with him, so all that’s left is your body responding to his touches, your mind drunk on his dick. Dream is addictive and so completely good at this; he hits just the right angle that torments you with pleasure.

“Holy shit, fuck, that feels-“ you cut yourself off with a long moan as his dick presses against your most sensitive places. But Dream is fed up with the pillow muffling your sounds. He wants to hear them, wants you to scream and moan and cry out as much as you want, and he draws you up off the bed by your hair as he keeps pounding into you.

Your shaky arms barely support you, but you manage.

Dream keeps moving as he hisses into your ear. You can barely focus on what he’s saying, not when he’s stretching you out with each furious push and forcing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. “I need to hear you. You’ll let me hear you,” He promises before biting at your throat, sucking in another mark on your skin where you’ll struggle to conceal it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You chant. Anything. Anything he wants.

Dream keeps hold of your hair to arch your spine in such a way that every time he enters you, his cock thrusts against that tender bit inside, and your cunt spasms around him.

He wants to hear you. And you let him. Wailing with every brutal thrust, eyes rolling back in your head. God, you don’t want this to end, but you’re not sure you can take much more; he’s already maxed you to your limits with how good Dream can make you feel at once. You can hear his deep grunts as you start fucking yourself back on his dick.

Your clit aches at the lack of contact, and he gently lets you slump against the bed once more so he can slip his hand around your hips and gently play with the sensitive nub.

Your orgasm is back with a vengeance. You edge towards it so quickly that it takes you by surprise, encouraged and beckoned by his fingers moving on your clit in tandem with his cock ruining you. You keep waiting and waiting to go over the edge before realizing that Dream is gatekeeping you from it, cleverly changing up how he fucks you to stave off your orgasm. To torture you. If you were capable of thought, you’d tell Dream he’s being cruel and beg him to let you come.

But you’re cock-drunk and boneless under him, so you take what he gives you with a pained, longing moan. No more pushing back against him, no more pleading. You just lie there and take it, and there’s maybe some saliva dripping out of the corner of your slack mouth. Yikes - hopefully, he doesn’t notice.

Dream can tell you’ve just about hit your limit. “Can I come inside you, sweet girl? Do you want me to?” You probably should’ve asked him about that before you started throwing down; maybe gotten out a condom or checked to see if he was clean.

But you’re on birth control, and really if he pulls out of you now, you think you might start crying for real. You want him to come inside you, to fill up your twitching cunt until he spills out of your spent body. Like. That’s hot as fuck. Suddenly, you need it as badly as you need to come.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

Dream begins fucking you in earnest again, and his fingers never let up between your legs. “Then I need you to come one more time. Do it for me.”

“I- I can’t-“

It’s just out of reach. Even though his cock feels incredible in you, even though your legs are quivering and tears run down your face from the pleasure he forces through your body, you can’t quite come. It’s driving you insane.

You get to the point where you stop making any noise at all, so twisted up in the sensations rushing through you that you don’t have the strength to do anything else besides tremble around him.

And then Dream tips you right over into it with a single, soft sentence, murmured into your ear. “I know you can.”

You come with a choked sound, blood rushing in your ears as you spill over around his dick. He rides you through it, fucking you through this orgasm that’s brutally wrecking you, that’s washed you clean of anything other than feeling Dream deep inside your quaking pussy.

He pounds into you once, then twice, before coming from the sensation of you fluttering around him. You feel his warmth fill you up inside, slick and silky. His cum spills a bit from your spent core when Dream finally pulls out.

He’s shaking, too, as he draws you into a tender embrace. You curl up into him on your side, body aching after it all. “You’re good at that. Like, really good.”

Dream smiles into your shoulder, where he has started pressing fond butterfly kisses into your sweaty, flushed skin. “And you are very good. You were very, very good for me, my dear.” You like being good for him. You have a praise kink in general, but being good for Dream somehow feels better, more meaningful, more special.

Just when you open your mouth to ask if he has any plans for the rest of the evening, he cuts you off with a voice undercut by regret and longing. “I cannot stay, unfortunately. My apologies; I don’t wish to leave you here so suddenly. But I have… to go.”

Oh.

You swallow down the quick flash of sadness.

You’re always a bit emotional after sex, and you like cuddling, but Dream doesn’t owe you any of that. He’s been nothing but polite and considerate, and you’ve just met him tonight. Even if you want him to stay, there’s no reason he should.

You know that the sadness and accompanying feelings of loss and inadequacy will soon build into something more substantial, messed up, and all-encompassing. And you’d rather not have Dream around when the dam breaks. He doesn’t have to do anything, and you have no right to make demands on his time.

You should get his phone number or something. But your phone is somewhere in the living room where you dropped your purse, and you really don’t feel like getting up.

Already your body is starting to crash now that the endorphins are gone, and you realize just how exhausted you are. A stroke of genius comes to mind. “It’s all good, don’t worry about it. You’ll leave your number for me? On the notepad by the door?”

“I- yes, I‘ll do that.” He looks at you for a long moment as if he wishes he could stay longer. Dream’s genuine remorse softens your heart. He’s a good guy, and it’s unfortunate that your time together had to be so short.

“I’ll see you around then,” You murmur quietly, asleep before you get to see him out.

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