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arthurcantsleep · 2 years

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Hob has always been very tactile.

When he was a young man, he would hug his sisters and kiss his mother before leaving the house. He always pulled his mates in for a hug. He had a fond memory of grabbing the face of his commander and planting a firm kiss after surviving his first battle.

Over the years he grows up some, still affectionate to those close to him, maybe a little flirtatious to his friends, but he knows some sense of boundary. Especially as the decades go by he pulls in a little. He longs to reach out for his stranger at every meeting.

Eleanor was wonderful and more than happy to receive his affections. Robyn, sweet golden boy that he was, also adored hugs and obnoxious forehead kisses. He adored them until the very end. And what an end.

The next 80 years made Hob a cautious man. He became guarded, pulled away from any touch offered or taken. The next time he saw his stranger, it hadn't even occured to him to reach out for the comfort he desperately wanted.

And then, at the very end of the night, as he took his leave, his stranger paid for a room and bath.

Things began looking up. The next meeting, his stranger, wise and stern as always, told him to find a new line of work. And when Hob protected him, he seemed - almost demure in his appreciation. And Hob took a chance; asked his stranger to continue their centennial date. His stranger almost seemed heartbroken to decline.

The next century went well. He had found a gentlemen's literature club that was more senseless wild sex than actual discussion, and he met many a promising writer. It helped fill the need to touch. Something that became more dirty and scandalous to "proper society" as the years went on.

His stranger was a vision that century. Dressed to the nines, ruby shimmering at that beautiful throat. All Hob could think about was how desperately he had wanted. How badly he wanted to reach out and offer his affection and hope it was returned.

It was not.

He was an optimist though. Always able to move on. He only drank himself sick over it for a week. And maybe kept the gloves and hat left behind.

He had learned his lesson. He would offer his insight and not his love and hope for one of those sweet smiles again. When 1989 rolled around he was hopeful and ready to apologize for his missteps. His stranger would be stern as always and Hob would try not to show how absolutely smitten he was. But his stranger never showed.

He needed something to look forward to. Perhaps his stranger needed another century, but their pub was closing. So Hob did what any reasonable man would do to show his devotion, and he built one just for them.

Over the years the sting of rejection eased and Hob could get by on short relationships and casual sex. His Inn thrived and his new career path as a teacher did too. He felt fulfilled in teaching and the adoration he received from his students. He could almost pretend he didn't feel empty every time he awoke from a dreamless sleep alone.

And then.

His stranger was back.

His stranger apologized.

Hob was still careful. Did not offer touch, pulled away at the chance of brushed fingertips. It hurt. But it was enough to see his stranger again.

And his stranger kept coming back. Kept visiting him at the place he built just for them. They walked in the park together. They got coffee together. Sometimes, late at night when Hob felt desperate to see his stranger's smile, he would appear as if he could feel his longing. So Hob decides to risk it and offer his arm on walks, brush hands at the pub, maybe even risking holding hands.

And his Stranger accepts these acts of affection. Doesn't pull away. Tucking his had into the crook of Hob's arm, reaches out his fingers, pulls him closer when their hands intertwine.

And Hob is so, so in love.

#dream of the endless #dreamling #the sandman #dream x hob #morpheus #hob gadling #hob x dream #touch starved dream #touch starved hob #your honor they're in love #and then they kiss #idk man #dreamling fic #ficlet

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voukkake · 10 months

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Idk but I really like fanfics where Hob fcks Dream so hard and so yummy that Dream just laids there and sobs at how good he is.

#ferdinand kingsley #dreamling #morpheus x hob #tom sturridge #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #neil gaiman #the sandman #touchstarved #I love touch starved Dream of Endless #it makes me go feral #and insane #like #WOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK #grrrrr

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a-wine-dark-sea · 2 years

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the way morpheus closed his eyes when calliope touched him. crying

#he's so touch starved #bless #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #sandman ep 11 #sandman spoilers #calliope x dream

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emptyscrolls · 1 year

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Lord Morpheus and accepting affections

#(In which he only fully accepts from his human boyfriend)#'Whats got you in a good mood' Hes touch starved and ppl have been hugging him #Dreamling #corintheus #dc #dcu #the sandman #Dream of the Endless #Desire of the Endless #Death of the Endless #Morpheus #Teleute #Hob Gadling #Robert Gadling #The Corinthian

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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do you think Morpheus would handle it well if reader/Y/n for some time apart? like she wants to be alone for a bit. or would it depend on before dream's capture or after dream's capture

Honestly :) Morpheus would be touch starved nonetheless, I just imagine before and after dream’s capture he be waiting for Y/n like hades waits for Persephone to return to the underworld.

He would go to Y/n himself in the waking realm either way it’s cute 🥰

Scenario one

*Moroheus sulking and lonely on his throne for weeks*

*Y/n returns to the dreaming*

Y/n: Dream, I’m back-

*Morpheus immediately teleports to them and embraces them in a long hug*

Morpheus: I missed you…

*Y/n heart melts and gets fuzzy inside*

Y/n: aw! I miss you too! 🥰🥰 *hugs back*

Scenario two

*Y/n straight up chilling on their couch just listening to music as they read/ watch TV*

*Morpheus appears out of nowhere*

Y/n: Ah! Dream?! What are you doing here, I said I needed space-

*Morpheus holds Y/n close and helds their cheek*

Morpheus: Y/n…please you’re torturing me my love. I need your embrace…I missed you’re warmth.

*Y/n blushing red as Morpheus puts his face in their hair*

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus #y/n #dream x reader #i am a simp #morpheus x y/n #lord morpheus #the sandman x reader #hades and persephone au!#touch starved #dream x fem!reader

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soutcftime · 2 years

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Dreamling but it's flufftober (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

It's Saturday night and Hob is already asleep when he feel something pushing in his left side of the bed. He doesn't open his eyes at first, he rolled over and take a deep breath before opened his eyes.

Dream is just right there, with eyes closed and a very tired expression. Hob covers him with the sheet, slide closer and kisses his forehead while hug him.

The next morning Hob is the first in wake up, he has had the most beautiful dream of all the times and it makes him smile like a fool for a while. Of course, he take his phone to check out his email and answer some questions that his students have. His free hand playing with Morpheus' hair.

"what are you doing?" the deep voice grabs his attention out of his phone. Hob looks down and found Dream's eyes closed.

"oh, you know. working a little bit" he say looking back to the mobile, running a hand through Dream's hair.

"but it's Saturday, stop working" he purred hugging his waist.

"just a little bit" Hob promise, scratching Dream's neck.

Morpheus nods, kissing Hob's jaw before cuddle at his side.

#touch starved dream of the endless #touch as love language hob gadling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #morpheus #dreamling #hob x morpheus #dream x hob #hob x dream #the sandman

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archergray · 2 years

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So. Consider this.

We all know that Dream is pretty much touch-starved after sitting in a snow globe since 1916 and I'm definitely on board with this hc, but what if. What if he was touch-starved even earlier, by his own "making"? Like, what if his touch makes people sleepy if he doesn't try to reign it in? Like, you're holding his hand and your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, because he forgot he kind of does that?

Enter Hob Gadling.

Hob Gadling, who's a teacher and therefore he's swimming in tests and essays and other things because nobody in this damn country care about teachers being overworked and underpaid. But it's alright, he doesn't mind, he likes the responsibility and quiet pride that comes with teaching, with helping to shape young minds into something clever, something beautiful, something brilliant. And he really likes the kids he's teaching.

But he has so much paperwork and not enough hours in the day. So, Hob drinks way too much caffeinated beverages and pushes himself to make it done (he can't let his kids down, right?). He sips on a long cold earl grey and pushes himself past the point of tiredness and now, when he finally decided that some sleep might be good, he. can't. fucking. sleep. It doesn't seem like Dream being grumpy, it's his body that's suddenly not tired enough even if his mind is, and his thoughts can't stop racing, so he finds himself turning and turning and only getting more and more frustrated.

Dream finally notices. He enters the bedroom quietly, like a hundred other times and crawls into bed, because he's been tired too. And Hob's arms welcome him, like they always do, tenderly, with endless love. His body already relaxes, maybe from Dream's proximity or him not being as fully in control as he'd like to be. But Hob never cared about waves of drowsiness when they cuddled – there was nothing more pleasant than to take a nap in the arms of his lover.

Neither of them say anything, but when Dream lays a tender kiss on Hob's forehead, he knows, he'd meet him in The Dreaming soon.

#hob gadling #morpheus of the endless #the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #dreamling #hob really could use a hug #so does dream #honestly this post is kind of a mess i just had one chaotic thought and went with it #all because i couldn't sleep and bed was getting terribly uncomfortable #headcanon #touch-starved dream #anyway I'm going to do a sensible thing and go to sleep while I'm actually sleepy #because pushing past your body's limitations is not nice at all and I'm doing it a lot because uni sucks #clean your sleep schedules darlings I'm begging you

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masterofmariokart · 1 year

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Dream is like a cat he cuddle up into a ball. Theres no way this man is not touchstarved, hob hugs him once and now he wont leave him alone, so silly of him.

☆Bonus:

Dream realises he has found the sun to his moon 🌅🌌

#touch starved dream #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #hob gadling #dream the sandman #the sandman #dreamling #digital art

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ohraicodoll · 2 years

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Sandman Masterlist

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Fragments | AO3 (6 Works) | Not Complete Sandman Netflix/Sandman Comics Relationship: Dream of the Endless x Original Female Character/Reader 18+, Minors DNI, 1st POV

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Figment | Story Tag 7 Chapters | Mature Content (18+ Minors DNI) |

She had only been able to enter other's dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules. Don't interfere with the dream. Don't create anything in another's dream. Don't destroy anything in another's dream. But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain

Snippets/One-Shots:

Prompt: Settling an argument/taste Prompt: Four Letter Word Prompt: Taste/Dream’s Food Aversion (18+ Minors DNI) Prompt: Sick Orpheus Prompt: Dream with baby Orpheus Prompt: The Office Holiday Party ( 18+ Minors DNI) Prompt: New Year’s Eve

Non-Story Compliant Dream/OFC/Hob:

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th3archivist · 2 years

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Yall, This fic killed me. Read it.

READ IT

#crying screaming throwing up #legit crying #please read #it’s fucking amazing #touch starved dream for everyone #dreamling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #centennial husbands #the sandman #hob x dream #hob gadling #lord morpheus #hob x morpheus #the sandman 2022

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weirdfishy · 2 years

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who let me be a person that could just post random shit at midnight (me)

anyway touch starved dream, hob rescues dream from the fishbowl, it's soft and yearn-y and shit, fuck around and find out (and maybe just go read my other sandman fics, they're certainly better)

enjoy or whatever :)

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #morpheus #touch starved dream of the endless #touch starved morpheus #protective hob #ao3 #fanfic #the sandman fanfic #dreamling #like adjacent right now idk what i want them to be not yet #can anyone tell i'm in my obsessing over i'll cover you & i'll cover you reprise season #i wanted to have meowpheus have a spot of time but i decided that is for a different future fic #fishy's fics

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thoughtsfromlayla · 2 months

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26 Ways of Taking You: B for Breeding

Summary: You, Swan Maiden of the Lake become King Morpheus's favorite concubine, but it's not enough.

Notes: ~1.7k words, this is just straight-up depressing. Also, don't have a child because you think it would be unconditional love.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it seriously), p in v, minor fingering, unrequited love, toxic love (from both parties honestly), manipulative love, slight AU? I don't really know, angst no comfort

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The grandfather clock strikes 12 when the door to your bedroom opens. He comes, always, on the last strike of midnight. His footsteps are quiet when he enters your space but just loud enough for you to hear him. You sit slowly from your lying position on your large bed. You’re decorated head to toe in silk and lace, just how he likes it.

The Dream King has one queen that he is devoted to only in marriage. In his spare time, he has six concubines to satisfy his needs whenever he needs them, wherever he needs them. Politics was never a subject you understood much, but you understood enough as to why your parents all but gave you to him when he first saw you. He thought that there was no other creature as beautiful as you.

The first time he saw you, you were a swan swimming languidly in a pond far off in the Dreaming. When you come to the surface, soft white feathers retract, your neck shortens, and your legs lengthen until you stand naked in your human form. You didn’t even notice the Dream King staring at you as you brushed your wet hair with your fingers and admired your reflection on the pond’s surface.

From that day forth you were nothing but a concubine in Morpheus’ harem. He showered you in gifts, courted you, and wooed you all in an effort to decrease the sting of missing home. You never came in contact with the other five concubines, unknown to you that they kept their distance on purpose. Their disdain for you comes from spite as jealousy wraps its hands around them like a parasite. You were his majesty’s favorite and each moment he spent with you means less time with them instead. The Queen never visited you either, neither did she the other concubines, insisting she was simply better than common whores. She could produce an heir to the throne, you could not.

Life in the palace gets lonely, so you learn to latch onto Lord Morpheus quickly. If you performed well then perhaps he will stay the night. Talk to you until your eyes are closed or take you out for more than 10 minutes to walk to the palace gardens. You put on a smile when he comes near you, kneeling by the bed so you two are the same height.

“My sweetness,” He calls to you and caresses your cheek.

You lean into the touch, starved for attention as you have been stuck in your room for the past few days, alone. He chuckles at your reaction as he retracts, your face chasing him but stops quickly. He keeps his eyes on you when he strips himself of his robes, the fabric creasing against itself as it slumps onto the cold floor. His cold hand comes into contact with your shoulder, wasting no time, as he guides you to lie down under him.

“Forgive me for neglecting you, my dear,” He murmurs against your soft skin, followed by a bruising kiss to the junction of your neck. You only respond with a whimper, your fists clenching at the satin sheets below you. The love bruises he gave you a few days ago still haven’t healed and new ones always appeared. Your once pure skin is now always stained with his love.

Your legs rub against each other as you try to satiate the gnawing arousal that is growing in your core. You kept your eyes on him when his fingers traced lightly over your clothed breast. The pleasure of it is just as good as the time before. Good enough to close your eyes and feel it all, but he doesn’t like it when you close your eyes, you remind yourself.

His hands bring the bottom of your camisole over your hip and the night air hits your legs. He hikes it higher and removes it over your head and throws it on the floor near his clothes. Shivers run down your spine, goosebumps prickling at your thighs and hardening your breasts. Your hands go to his upper arm and squeeze at the muscle underneath. His knee prys your legs apart and pushes onto your cunt, which elicits another whine from you and you grind yourself onto him.

“Patience, dear,” He whispers, his lips leave your neck, and trail slow kisses down to close his mouth over your tit.

His hand wanders closer to your core, tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before pressing his palm into your clit. He looks at you again when he does it and a smug smile grows on his face seeing the way your face contorts to his feverish touch. Your hands trail upwards and trace his jawline, admiring his face lovingly.

His eyes grow darker as his lust continues to grow and you swallow down your fear. You lean your face closer to his, his soft lips within your reach. Lord Morpheus ducks away instead and focuses his attention on giving you more love bites, not bothering to soothe the pain after he clamps his teeth on your skin. You swallow again, willing the loneliness of his actions to the bottom of your stomach, to will it never to show its ugly face again.

Instead, you run your fingers through his unruly hair as his hands now take your underwear off. He throws it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. This time, when his fingers return, they tease your aroused entrance. The wetness of you aiding him as his fingers enter, your needy cunt sucking the finger in.

Your breath grows rapid and heavy as his fingers move deliberately, its sole purpose to get you opened and ready for him. He guides your legs and rests one over his hip and presses himself into your core, his arousal slipping across your slit.

He presses his lips to your collarbone before fully sheathing himself into you, grinning as he feels the way your body trembles underneath him. He doesn’t find the patience to wait and removes his cock and fills you again. Your head is thrown back by the familiar pleasure and you clamp your mouth shut, embarrassed to make noise at such a late hour.

“No, my treasure,” Morpheus voices with displeasure on the tip of his tongue. “I want you to scream my name. I want everyone in the palace to know who the King’s favorite concubine is. Can you do that for me?”

You nod quickly as another forceful thrust enters you.

“With words,” He commands, leering down at your flushed body. Your hair was starting to get tangled amongst itself and your lips dry from heavy breath.

“Yes, my King,” You weep out, thoughts preoccupied with what he was giving you and your nails run down his back, leaving red streaks of pleasure across his pale skin.

The Dream King hums in satisfaction before he turns his attention to your skin again, trying to find unmarked spots to mark you again. Your pleasure becomes overwhelming and almost on the verge of pain. His next stroke hits the deepest part of you and you can’t help the scream that is ripped from your throat. Your cries of ecstasy echoed in the large room and slipped through the hallways of the castle.

“Mhm, just like that,” He praises and you turn into jelly under his words. He murmurs his worship about your skin, your hair, how beautifully glowing you looked underneath him, skin dewy, and muscles trembling.

His hand caresses between your two bodies, pressing down on your lower stomach. The action causes your sensual pleasure to increase tenfold and your skin feels feverish. He rubs a small circle just under your stomach and hums above you again.

“I want to see you round with my child, to see you glow with the effects of pregnancy,” He voices and in the back of your head you’re shaking your head no.

You knew the consequences of siring a bastard. You may be the King’s favorite but that would not protect you against the wrath of her majesty, the Queen. Yet, another part of you silences the doubt quickly. Your child would be something of both you and the king’s. With a tear sliding down your cheek you wished for your child to love you in a way that Lord Morpheus never would. To give you the attention you deserved, to give you something to love.

Your body spasms and your cunt clenches as your orgasm comes to you unexpectedly, another wonton cry leaves your lips. Morpheus groans at the sudden tightness before emptying himself into you. The only sound that fills the room is the panting of your heavy breaths. Your arms hang behind his neck again and you look at him with adoration.

“My king,” You whisper like a prayer to him. “Will you keep true to your wish?”

He cocks an eyebrow at your sudden words. “Do not think too deeply about it, my treasure.” His pet names for you feel empty to you now.

Your arms drop from his neck at the abrupt change in attitude. You suddenly feel very self-aware of your vulnerable body and cross your arms over your chest to both cover and ground yourself.

Morpheus removes his body from yours and the cold night air takes his place instead. Your thighs are sore and sticky from your coupling but all it does is make you feel dirty.

“Your child would be of no use to me, it was only said in the moment.” He picks up his clothes from the floor, leaving yours untouched.

He leaves you just as he came to you, quietly and without warning. The soft click of the closing door brings you back to the presence. His words hang heavy in the air and swim around your head just like the little tetra that used to swim around your body in the lake.

Your hand delicately swipes across your lower stomach and you clench your thighs closed. If you hope to become with child this time around, then you wouldn’t need Morpheus. Silent tears run down your cheeks and you hug yourself.

He wouldn’t spend the night again, leaving you in an empty bed of your combined lovemaking. The satin sheets under you suddenly feel too rough, the air too cold, and the shadows in the room dance as they point and mock at you.

As if the king could love you back.

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Is it unhinged of me to say that that gif of Dream crying is hot? No? What's that? I'm just ovulating? Oh, ok.

♡ Yours, Layla

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #sandman x reader #dream x reader smut #the sandman x reader smut #morpheus x reader smut #smut #morpheus smut #angst #angst no comfort

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netherfeildren · 10 months

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The Cassandra Complex : Masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Summary: Enter: A man who is not so much a man, but an effigy, a wound of steel and armor and Creed – secrecy and masked faces, above all else.

Enter: A girl who is not a girl, but a creature helmed in darkness and spit out unto the galaxy broken and unmoored.

Enter: The creation of myth.

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the dark sider/mandalorian au no one knew they needed

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence; Graphic depictions of violence; Canon divergence; Themes of redemption; And forgiveness; THE RAZOR CREST LIVES BITCH!!!!; Soft!Dom Din Djarin; Protective behavior; Possessive behavior; Unprotected sex; Creampie; Breeding kink; Size difference; Size kink; Rough sex; Spanking; Overstimulation; Brat taming; Touched-Starved Din Djarin; Angst with a happy ending; Hurt/comfort; Fluff and smut; Inappropriate Use Of the Force; Discussions of infertility; References to Greek Mythology; Past abuse; Not safe to read if triggered by pregnancy; Violence as a metaphor for desire and intimacy; Other additional tags to be added

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PART I :

Chapter I: Apollo

Chapter II: Prometheus

Chapter III: Psyche

Chapter IV: Aite

Chapter V: Morpheus

Chapter VI : Sisyphus

Chapter VII : Hysminai

Chapter VIII : Melpomene

Interlude : Tartarus

PART II :

Chapter IX : Persephone

Chapter X: Geryon

Chapter XI: Lethe

Chapter XII: Venus

Chapter XIII: Eros

Chapter XIV: Dionysus

Chapter XV:

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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it's you and me (that's my whole world)- day 1 of keeks's lover house series♡

Day 1 of my Lover House Series♡

♡rockstar!eddie munson x famous!fem!reader♡

allusion of smut, r and eddie are in a secret relationship, disgustingly fluffy, kinda sad and angsty<3

"the whole school is rolling fake dice/ you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"

You don't know how much longer you can go on with this lie.

"A PR Relationship for the ages" it was called on every single tabloid, everyone knew it was fake. Yet, you deluded yourself nobody did.

You deluded yourself that nobody knew it was to cover up the disastrous encounter with the paparazzi, catching you stumbling out of a dingy club hand in hand with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson- your secret boyfriend. In those pictures he sported various lipstick marks on his face and neck. Your management team was furious.

To keep up the "American Sweetheart" image, you'd been persuaded to date some airhead quarterback, up and coming NFL star. And you'd tried, tried to hard to be able to establish something with this guy, but there wasn't much there there to begin with.

But you catch yourself running back to him. Every Wednesday night, he meets you at his New York apartment, adrenaline and fear thrumming within you as you enter through the back alley of his building.

Feeling safe in the comfort of his home, it's like a fortress where no one can reach you, a place where you can forget about the rest of the world and their demands and lay in his arms.

It's a swirl of lips, hands, tongues and limbs once you step foot in his door. The desperation to feel him as close as possible, starved for his touch, needing to feel him close. You seem to crave him with every fiber of your being as you often waste no time getting each other's clothes off.

Feeling the warmth of his skin, tracing the ink of his tattooed chest. He handles you with such gentleness and care that you can't fathom how a man like him could easily tarnish your image.

"Beautiful girl, missed you so much this week" he mumbles against the soft skin of your abdomen as he kisses down your body "Wednesday never comes fast enough, does it?" he chuckles, caressing the sides of your thighs, peppering kisses from the arch of your foot to your knee.

A slow tease, as it may seem, but in reality, it's just a way to make time go by more slowly, an illusion to grant yourself a longer night with him. A prayer to make your Wednesday nights never ending.

That's why you're tangled in sheets at 3 AM, while Eddie draws circles on your arm. "Y'know I don't mind having to hide, right?"

You sigh "I know, I just wish we could come clean, so I don't have to fake date that piece of shit" a gentle kiss is placed on your forehead.

"Soon, angel, I promise. M'fixing my image for you, so we can show up to your fancy events hand in hand. Everyone's gonna wish they didn't make shit up about us" he smiles, cradling your face in his hands. He is fighting sleep tooth and nail to be able to steal a glimpse, one more look, see how beautiful you look in the glowing yellow light of his side lamp.

"It's always gonna be you and me, baby" that's what he'd often say. A promise that things will eventually go your way.

It's too late to turn on the big light. So he allows himself one more touch, one more look, a caress.

Damning himself for falling victim to sleep, he looks at you one last time, already in the arms of Morpheus, as he lets himself sleep.

He doesn't hear you stir at 6 am, like clockwork. You grab your clothes and make your journey down the back stairs of the building, where your driver is waiting for you.

You look up. One day you'll get to wake up with him.

Day 2 is Reputation! Find the form here!

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #keeks's lover house series

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why-what-no · 11 months

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Morpheus With a Touch Starved Partner Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Touch Starvation, Past loneliness

Notes: None

Requested by: @wonderwinchester

Morpheus always knew you were shy.

The way you would lower your gaze whenever someone looked over at you. The way that you would fall silent when someone you didn’t know entered a room.

Morpheus didn’t mind. He appreciated you. Both hating groups of people, of useless interactions, of ridiculous social conventions and requirements

He knew that you weren’t close to many people other than him. Knew that he was the closest person in your life

Still, he hadn’t seen the extent of that until weeks after the two of you got together.

As he observed you sink into his embraces with pure happiness, when you reach for his hand every time you are close.

When your aura immediately gets warmer when he was touching you.

He didn’t understand it at first. Not knowing why his touch was as precious to you as it was. But he didn’t complain nor dislike it.

Your happiness was his priority. And you being in his arms was proof that you were safe and with him.

He touched you with such gentleness, tenderly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand when your fingers were interlinked with his.

Your soft smile when he did so brightened up each day.

When he eventually found out from you that it was touch starvation, his heart broke for you. The idea that you had been so deprived of touch that you ate it up like a famished creature from him.

He couldn’t believe that you hadn’t gotten the love that you deserved before you met him.

After than, he made a promise to himself to keep the two of you connected as much as possible.

You would be with him as much as possible. His hand in yours, or on your back, or in your hair. Hugs and kisses whenever he say you

You would never be starved of touch again, he vowed

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