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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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from dusk till dawn | morpheus x ancient vampire!reader

pairing: morpheus x ancient vampire!reader summary: Morpheus journeys to Hell to reclaim what is his...and his helm, he supposed. Lucifer is disgusted. warning: mentions of bl o o d, slight accidental d a ddy k*nk tbh, no beta we die like jessamy. a/n: also someone tell me why do I keep pairing Dream with unhinged women? lmao altho ngl this is giving brat tamer dream oopsie

“You have recovered your helm, dear Morpheus, I wonder why you linger still?” Lucifer Morningstar was arguably one of the most beautiful beings in existence – their graceful countenance marred only by the transparent derision they held for the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Or daughter-stealer as they would often call him in the privacy of their chambers. “I guarantee you safe conduct. You are free to return to your realm and sort your affairs, I’m certain there is much to do after…a century, was it?”

Morpheus merely smiled, ever serene and somewhat nonchalant, “You still yet possess another that which belongs to me.” He knew the result those words would bring, and he watched with slight amusement when black wings rippled with indignation. “I have also come to rectify that.”

“The gall.” The words came in a snarl through trembling lips and gritted teeth, laced with pure venomous intent. How this grim and fatalistic cradle robber succeeded in charming Hell’s progeny, the apple of their eye, escapes Lucifer even to this day. “You overstep, Dream lord. What you claim to be yours is beyond that even of the Endless.” For you were not a small existence to be trifled with, even if you were foolish enough to give your heart to one so beneath you.

With pursed lips, Morpheus looked on coldly, “Do you intend to keep me from her, Lightbringer?” He challenged with a raised brow, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I assure you that would be unwise.”

Lucifer considered the Endless, watched with scrutinizing eyes for any sign of deception. Any sign of a ruse to lead him to you. “And pray tell, Dream of the Endless, why that would be?” They allowed a hint of amusement to slip into their tone, mocking almost. As if anything in the universe could justify such a reunion.

“Has she fed as of late?” The certainty in which those words were delivered, and the accompanying smirk startled the Ruler of Hell. No, no you have not. You have refused all offerings and has secluded yourself in your palace, alone. This has baffled your progenitor to near madness for almost a century—

Morpheus watched the realization dawn on their face, his own smile widening at the very sight of it. One does not simply elude a child of the All-Mighty and to do so successfully was a high on its own. He shouldn’t enjoy it too much – especially when he intends to make a family out of Lucifer Morningstar yet. “Well, Lightbringer?” He mocked.

“What does that have to do you with you?” Gone were all false courtesies, replaced with such coldness it could very well freeze Hell over.

Morpheus dropped his smile then, features shifting to that of great solemnity, “We each took a vow. I pledged to surrender to her mercy, and she pledged to feed no more on innocent blood.” The explanation was simple, too simple, but true, “It seems she has kept her word.” There was pride in his voice as well as affection, proud for what you have endured to keep your oath. He intends to keep his.

Lucifer couldn’t decide whether to rage at the fact that you have entered such a covenant or at the fact that you have not disclosed your hold over the King of Dreams and Nightmares to them. Foolish child. If only they did not adore you so. “You will right this, Morpheus.” They commanded in a tone that brokered no argument.

Dream of the Endless, accompanied by Lucifer themselves, followed the black marbled floors and cavernous walls of your palace. A quick glance through one of the lancet windows dotted along on either side of him showed the familiar sight of the eternal night of your realm with the moon perpetually high and full in the midnight skies.

At the end of this coiling halls was what seemed to be an ordinary wall adorned with a stained glass depicting the fable of Lilith, the rebellious first wife of Adam. How very fitting for you, indeed. He took a moment to ponder over an image of you as a rebellious wife and couldn’t stop the smile curling his lips. He was certain you would fight him tooth and nail over anything simply for the thrill of fighting him.

Lucifer to his side, however, could only roll their eyes at the Endless’ soft countenance. They didn’t need to be a mind reader to know his thoughts. “Make no mistake, Morpheus. You are here to end this juvenile accord with my daughter.”

Morpheus refused to acknowledge the warning and merely kept his eyes forward as they came to a stop before the decorated wall.

“Sanguis vita est.” As the commanding voice of the fallen divine filled the silent halls – a large, crystalized serpent rose from the marbled floors and slithered its way along the stained glass to form an arch and reveal an intricate set of doors that towered above them.

“I tire of your offerings, your grace.” Came a hoarse voice from behind the doors, dry and strained, before either could make their presence known.

Lucifer let out a resigned sigh at your usual display of indomitable will. It would have been admirable if they weren’t so anguished by your self-inflicted suffering.

Morpheus, on the other hand, felt himself freeze on the spot. There was a time when he thought he may never see you again and yet here you were with only a wall to impede your union. Without a word, he pushed open the doors to your chambers and allowed his eyes to wander – slowly taking in the high ceiling and the enormous rose window facing the four-poster bed against the wall with red velvet covers and fluffy pillows haphazardly thrown here and everywhere. His eyes rest on the black velvet chaise situated in the centre of the room where he found you on your back, head hanging over the edge and your tresses pooling on the floor like a river, blood shot eyes staring directly at him.

You let out a derisive laugh at the sight of your unwanted visitors, “That,” You raised a finger to point at what looked to be identical to your lover, “is low, even for you.”

“That,” Mimicked your progenitor, “is not my doing.”

Morpheus watched you rise and turn to prowl with practiced grace, “The resemblance— is frightfully uncanny.” He noted the dark circles in the banks of your eyes, a stark contrast to the ghostly pallor of your complexion, but dare he say the way you purred could bring him to his knees. His eyes remained firmly on you as you leaned forward and audibly inhaled, moaning at the scent of him, “You smell just like him—” He could see the conflict reflected in the glassy sheen of your eyes, dry lips parted slightly as though drinking him in as your hands reached hesitantly for his face, pausing just an inch away.

Then you wrenched yourself away, crashing against the furniture in your way until you felt the cold, hard wall pressed against your back. “Leave!” You roared, angry and pained, sliding down to the floor and pulling your knees against your chest, “Take your temptation with you! I have no want nor need for it!”

He never once doubted you, but to witness the decisive rejection of the chance to quench what Morpheus could only imagine to be immense hunger left him feeling the true weight of his absence. To witness you in this state, so far from the proud, preening princess of Hell –- there was no pride or boost to his ego, just an ever-present ache in his chest.

Lucifer merely looked weary, like a parent forced to endure their offspring’s childish outburst. A tantrum.

Morpheus turned to address the winged being beside him, “Perhaps you should give us a moment, Lightbringer.”

Lucifer looked ready to challenge him at first, but a look of consideration flashed on their features before they rolled their eyes and made to leave, though not without another warning, “Do not test my generosity, Morpheus.”

Dream reached inside the darkness of his robes and produced an ornate dagger, “You have endured well, my stars.” He wrapped one hand around the blade while the other pulled the hilt in one swift motion, Endless ichor oozing and dripping from the wound. He dropped his hands to his side as he approached you, leaving a trail of his essence to drip behind him and fill the space with his scent, tempting you away from your defensive pose on the floor.

You recognized him then despite the haziness in your vision – his scent was singular, unlike any other, so much so you were willing to give up all and any but his. You longed to give in, to rush into his arms and devour him whole. A century, however, was not so easily forgotten.

Morpheus blinked only once before he felt himself thrown across the room, his neck held in a chokehold by a pale hand attached to his snarling lover, “You abandoned me!” You cried, launching him once more to the furthest wall. “You traitorous bastard!” His heart ached at the unadulterated hurt in your voice – though he didn’t have to wait long before your entire countenance shifted back to raging fury. He watched you break a post off your bed and could only dodge when you hurled it at him. “H-How could you—” Angry tears broke through your defences, your hands clawing at the spot where your heart should be until the skin there was red and raw, “I-I waited for you—like a fool! You—” and in a small voice, vulnerable and broken, you whispered, “—you never came for me.”

He murdered Roderick Burgess a hundred thousand times in his mind’s eye in that very moment, in the few seconds it took to watch you fall to your knees in utter devastation. His mortal death was not enough for this transgression -- he deserved the deepest, darkest parts of Hell that even Lucifer Morningstar themselves would not dare to thread.

Morpheus took slow, but sure, measured steps towards you, feeling his own eyes burning, “Do you truly believe I would forsake you so?” The pain betrayed the edge in his voice. “—that my love and devotion to you are frivolous? That I did not ache and hunger for you also?” He was angry, frustrated, with you, with himself, even with fucking Destiny – him and his stupid book.

Dream hardened his heart at the face of your stubborn refusal to look at him – obstinate as ever, he would take comfort in that at least. “Cease your childish tantrums. You have not fed for a century.” He pointed out coldly, retreating behind a callous exterior – a poor attempt, really, for the tender way he scooped you up into his arms soothed the sting of his words. He moved to sit down on the chaise you previously occupied and situated you on his lap so you would be straddling him, his arms tight around your waist. “Will you feed yourself or must I force you?”

You huffed petulantly, looking away momentarily before catching his gaze again just to blatantly roll your eyes. “I should have taken Desire up on their offer, I’m certain they’d quench my thirst well eno—.” You yelped in surprise when his palm landed on your bottom while his other hand pulled the roots of your hair until it was your throat that was exposed to him.

“I should like to see you try, my stars. I would very much enjoy making them watch me claim what they will never have.” His words achieved their intended purpose when he heard you let out a breathy moan. “Will you behave?” He growled against your throat, purring when you whispered a submissive yes. “There’s my princess.” He praised affectionately, releasing his hold on your hair to tenderly brush his fingers through them instead. Morpheus leaned back slightly, tilting his head to the side to present his neck to you.

Being this close to his warmth had your mouth quite literally watering, your insides clenching in anticipation for that first gulp. You leaned forward until the tip of your nose touched the tender flesh on his neck, ever so soft and unblemished. Your tongue darted out to blindly search for that special spot you knew would taste the sweetest, letting out a triumphant hum when you found it instinctively. You moaned his name, wanton and needy, before you bit down and ruptured the skin on his neck until you felt and tasted that thick, syrup-like substance.

He watched you curled over him, suckling softly at the wound while emitting a purr from the back of your throat. He may never admit it aloud, but he found you most beautiful in moments like these, when your hunger and desperation for him was at its highest. When you were so lost in his taste that you don’t even notice the slight rocking motions you made against him while sat on his lap.

This has always been an intimate act between you both, either resulting in making love or was the result of making love. To experience it again after a century, when he once thought all hope was lost, was simply euphoric. Morpheus made no attempt to hide his arousal, tightening his grip around you as he sinks further into the chaise, eyes drifting close to savour this moment, this feeling. There would be time for explanations and apologies later.

Meanwhile outside your chambers…

I may vomit, Lucifer thought.

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elle-eedee · 2 years

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tagged by @peikonlainen !!! hiiii 🥰🤩

favorite color:

love love LOVE really saturated artificial greens, but also any green when paired with the primaries. obligatory shoutout to the color combo of all time, No Heart Purple and No Heart Teal

currently reading:

this bastard 🙄 for class

last movie:

yesterday i watched Godmothered (2020) with my mom for her birthday!!! it........ was fine. really fun to see a mid and/or plus size actress as the lead though :’) and oh my GOD her dress.................. her dress

last song:

vitamin string quartet cover of kanye west power :) vsq is my I Have To Read Something Long And I Don’t Want To Have Idle Thoughts music

sweet, spice, or savory:

usually my go-to is that i’m a sweets guy (cause im a... sweet guy. is that anything) but recently i have gotten SO sick of sugary sweets bc theyre all i have stockpiled in the dorm. so rn im a savorysalty guy

currently working on:

a washi tape collage of my back fat B) i got new tapes at the mall yesterday and i was SO excited to try them out but then i got sleebpy.... would like to finish this when im not drowing in homework

i tag:

my roommates because i’m in a silly goofy mood @artisadieside @raretreeoctopi . the second i hit post i am going to run into their room and tell them they are under no obligation to do this

#tag game #THANK UUUUU FOR THINKING OF ME THIS WAS FUN!!! :)

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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Don't Blame Me | Dark!Morpheus Headcanon

pairing: dark!morpheus x human!reader warning: dark themes, yandere tendencies, major gaslighting a/n: a continuation of this request and an actual attempt at a headcanon this time. honestly idk how i got here lmao i was trying something new but the writing style is just all over the place :'D i might just stick to what i know but it's done so have it anyway fml you can actually pinpoint the exact moment i gave the fuck up lmao

Morpheus, true to his word, will never refuse you – bar leaving him. That isn’t to say he won’t bargain with you in exchange for your affection. You want freedom to explore The Dreaming? Sit on lap for an hour every day. You want to visit your friends or your family through their dreams? Grant him a kiss. You want to visit the waking world for a day? Spend an entire day with him.

You are to address him as ‘Husband’ or ‘My Love’ at all times. He won’t accept any other terms and if you don’t want him pouty and sulky for days you will learn to oblige him.

He will never force you to lay with him against your will. He will be very tactile with you, of course, run his fingers through your hair, brush his thumb over your lips, pepper your shoulders with innocent kisses – but he will heed you without question as soon as you say ‘No’.

You will never escape him. The sooner you realize that the sooner you’ll see you are, in fact, the one with power over him. He will do anything to please you and gain your love again.

If you have yet to accept him, he will be extra possessive of you and any being he sees to be closer to you than him will be perceived as a threat to his position in your heart.

You learned this the hard way after visiting a friend through their dream and openly expressed how much you missed them. It wasn’t particularly intimate or affectionate, but Morpheus had been most displeased.

“What more must I do to gain even a sliver of your affection?!” He roared then. You remember walking into the heart of his palace to see him sat at the bottom step of his throne, eyes shining with resentment and his lips pursed petulantly. “I have disappointed you, I admit, in keeping you here but what can the waking world give you that I cannot?”

You stared at him in disbelief. Disappointed? Does he truly think you are merely disappointed? “You know what will make me happy.”

Rising to his full height to tower over your from, Dream of the Endless hardens his countenance as well as his heart in the face of his love, “Freedom? You think freedom will make you happy?” You hated the clear mockery in his voice as though you were asking for the impossible. “Very well then, my love.” That should have been the first red flag. Morpheus has never once relented when it came to the subject of your freedom. He bends down to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the top of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

The King of Dreams then moved his open palm close to his mouth. He merely returned your look of confusion with a small smile before he exhaled a deep breath, sending a flurry of sand your way. The last thing you heard was “I exist only to serve you.”

Then…freedom. You remembered waking up in your bed, in your room, in your flat. It was bliss. Things were as you left them. You had your friends and your family. At first you feared Morpheus would make himself known to you again and rob you of the joy mundane life brought you. But he never came. Not even in your dreams. That should have been the second red flag.

Things remained the same for a long time – until it wasn’t. It started with little things, like your friends having dreams of you being unkind or inconsiderate. Silly things like that. At the beginning they would share it with you, and you’d all laugh about it. But the dreams would persist, later extending to you being violent to them. Then they’d wake up with physical evidence. What if they weren’t just dreams? They’d all wonder to themselves.

It wasn’t much different for your family – only their dreams would be memories of you. At first, they’d recognize the little changes made in the dream, but they’d experience it each night that eventually it would subconsciously replace their memory and perception of you.

Like that time you went swimming with your cousins when you were all teenagers and one of them almost drown through no fault of yours. Well, now it was your fault.

Or that time your grandmother fell down the stairs and you were definitely at work when it occurred. Well, someone recalled seeing you at the top of the stairs, looking down in delight.

In time your family and friends would slowly turn against you no matter how many times you would try to refute their claims. No, you did not try to seduce your sister’s fiancée. No, you did not hit your nephew. No, you did not kill the neighbour’s cat.

You felt everyone’s stares and heard their whispers, in your hometown; at work; in your building. You felt the weight of their judgement.

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t do any of it!” But the more you insisted the more it sounded like the ramblings of a mad woman. “You have to believe me!” They didn’t believe you.

Your family later institutionalised you, thinking it for the best. Poor Y/N. What happened to her? They’d gossip amongst themselves.

It was when you were sitting in the middle of a padded room with a straight jack forced upon you, a punishment for your misbehaviour, that you finally called out to Morpheus. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Oh, my beloved wife” you heard him say not long after, voice far too sweet to be genuine but you didn’t even care to notice in your grief, “What have they done to you, my sweet” you’d feel a ghost of a hand brush down your cheek, “The Dreaming weeps for its Queen, as do I. Mortals do not deserve you.”

“Please, Morpheus, I want…to go home.”

You thought you heard him purr, but Morpheus had yet to show himself. “Is that truly what you want, my love? I do not want to deprive of you of your…freedom.”

“I was wrong.” You could only continue to sob, so utterly betrayed, “I-I thought they cared…I thought they loved me.”

He materialized in front of you then in a swirl of sand, clad in his glorious robes of black, “Oh, but none could love you as much as I.” He bent down to cup your face in both hands, “Let me worship you, my Queen, as you rightly deserve.”

If you enjoyed this you might enjoy Fire on Fire, a Morpheus and Scarlet Witch!Reader. Very 'you and i against the world' with a dash of 'villain will sacrifice the world for you' vibes lmao (morpheus is not a villain, but he could be for you 👀)

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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Do you do headcanons? If so can I request a dark!morpheus with human reader headcanons please?

i'm sorry this ended up more like a short drabble, i'll attempt a headcanon again later 🙈. this got a bit yandere-ish but i mean homeboy literally sent nada to hell for 'rejecting' him so 🥲.

Morpheus may not be infallible, but he is a quick learner – and what can one learn from falling in love with a mortal who deserted him despite his devotion? Many things, you realized.

“Be my Queen.” He would whisper to you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “I would defend you. My realm would defend its Queen. Nothing will ever touch you.” Such sweet promises, like a gentle finger stroking the space between your eyes to lull you to sleep. A false sense of security as you would later understand.

“You would be loved – so loved. I would worship you.” He made no effort to hide his desperation, his thirst and craving for you. He wants you to choose him of your own accord – it would be easier, or was it kinder? His head so full of you often muddles his thoughts.

At first the way you almost sink into him gives him hope that you would abandon all logic and simply drown in his love for you. Then you go rigid, back taut like the strings of a bow. He sighs then, resignedly almost. You needn’t even say a word – he knows you well enough.

A choice was made then. “Oh, my love…” The sound of regret was there, but the tightness of his arms around your waist and the dark glint in his eyes raised the hair on the back of your neck, a clear warning. “Know that I shall endeavour to never defy your wishes again beyond this transgression.” The quickness in which he extinguished your attempt to pull away at this left you breathless, your head shaking in disbelief.

“You may hate me now, but I swear I shall make you love me again.” One arm slithers up to hold the side of your face as a soft whimper escaped you, directing his thumb to brush lazily over your parted lips. You watch his brows furrow, as though in self-reproach, overshadowed only by the resolve in his eyes.

“My Queen.” It was never a question, you realized. He never asked.

He plants a tender kiss on the corner of your lips, not quite where he hungers the most right this moment, but it’ll do for now. He will be the light drizzle of rain that seeps into your clothes and before you know it you will be fully engulfed by him.

He's patient. He can wait.

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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love made me do it | dark!morpheus headcanons

pairing: dark!morpheus x human!reader warning: dark!morpheus ig, yandere behaviour, dark themes, still no beta we die like jessamy. heed the warning, it gets pretty dark– don't let the fluff fool you. a/n: requested & continuation of don't blame me headcanons.

Should you return to the Dreaming know that you are unlikely to ever leave it again. Morpheus would absolutely make certain of it. Letting you go the first time was a like an experiment for him, and he learned he simply wouldn’t do without his wife and queen.

Morpheus wouldn’t punish you, no, what you went through was punishment enough. His heart ached watching you endure your trial and though he admired your perseverance he wished you asked for his help much, much earlier.

Without your family and friends as his leverage Morpheus will be forced you give you more space in the Dreaming, will try to be as less needy as he possibly could, and will leave you to initiate physical contact. He would visit your rooms every day, of course, just to get his daily dose of you, but he won’t be as pushy as he was prior to your little adventure in the waking world.

In the Dreaming you’re just…numb. Unable to process whether to be miserable over your fate with Morpheus or the betrayal by your loved ones. So much to process that your mind just completely shuts down. You ignore the issues and just keep to yourself in your rooms or in Lucienne’s library. Sometimes you’ll speak to Matthew about the human world and what you both miss about it. Like, pizza. Or Game of Thrones. But you both ignore the elephant in the room.

When loneliness starts to creep in, you’ll approach the other residents in the palace for quick conversations until eventually it develops into friendships. They’re sympathetic to your cause, but you understand there isn’t much they can do for you.

Morpheus will continue to give you whatever you want – even things you never asked for. Books, trinkets from the waking world, clothes, takes you to wonderous places in the Dreaming for dates or just to take you out of the palace. He once mimicked the Paris from the waking world for you, thinking it would cheer you up, but it only made you cry instead – knowing you’ll never see the real thing. Morpheus was at a loss at this point.

Morpheus will 100% ask Lucienne for advice. Lucienne would be 100% tired of his shit, but what can she do? She’ll advise him to continue giving you space as, quote, “you’ve done quite enough, your majesty”

When one day you approach him of your own accord while he’s moping on his throne it’ll be comparable to the sun shining upon him for the first time in centuries, “I was wondering…” You’d start, eyes on the ground, not seeing the hopeful look on his face. “Matthew said it’s December in the waking world. So—so, I was wondering if we could decorate the palace for Christmas?”

Oh, the look this man will give you. It’ll be a mixture of surprise, love, and relief, all because finally, finally you asked him for something he could actually grant you (and that didn’t involve you leaving). “Of course, my love.” This man will be so utterly smitten. “Whatever you want, you need only ask.”

There will be a very awkward pause between you afterwards, but Morpheus won’t let it get to him. You approached him. You spoke to him. You wanted to decorate the palace, your home, for Christmas. This man was high, and he relished every second of it.

He will go all out. He will put Father Christmas and all his elves to shame with how merry and jolly he’ll deck the palace and the Dreaming for Christmas, complete with snow and everything. He’ll grill Matthew on Christmas traditions and the poor raven will be at a complete loss because what the fuck.

You’ll throw a Christmas dinner for all the people at the palace as well as Cain and Abel – turkey, roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, even brussels sprouts. Of course, there’s presents! At first you thought it was one sided, but it turned out everyone was also familiar with human traditions, and they also got presents for you and everyone else. They knew you were not here of your own volition and though they couldn’t rectify that they wanted to make you happy and make things easier for you.

Morpheus will briefly make an appearance at the dinner to give you his present – a snow globe that’ll take you wherever and whenever you want in the waking world, but it’ll automatically take you back to the Dreaming after 5 hours and you must stay in the Dreaming for at least a day before you can use it again. “I know it is not what you want nor is it the true freedom you deserve, but I hope…this will give you some comfort.” Then he’ll greet you a warm Merry Christmas before making his excuses to leave, thinking his presence will only make everyone behave too formally.

“Wait— maybe you can join us for pudding?” You don’t know whether it was the look of resignation on his face or your own feeling of resignation that made you ask, but you stood by your words.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” He’d say, but his eyes glistened with longing.

“This is your home; you wouldn’t be intruding.”

You haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time, you’d think to yourself. “I hope it’ll be your home one day too.” You’d hear him say, but you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you take his hand in yours and lead him to the long table where the others were conversing and taking turns teasing Matthew about being the centre piece next year.

Matthew’s “screw you guys” and everyone’s laughter was the last thing you remembered clearly before turning your mind off and drowning yourself in the moment.

There’s a tentative peace in the Dreaming afterwards, a mutual understanding between its rulers. Morpheus doesn’t push and neither do you.

When the King of Dreams asked to join you on your daily walk, he steeled himself for disappointment, but was pleasantly surprised when you obliged him.

As you both followed the well-kept trail in the garden, Morpheus used the silence to ponder over your relationship. Though he regrets the actions he has taken, he knew he was well past the point of no return.

He thought back on happier times – before he broached the subject of marriage, a time before you broke his heart by hastily refusing.

“It is my fault, I know—” His sombered voice broke the peace and made you both pause in your steps to stand stiffly next to each other. You wanted to keep walking, to keep pretending, to live in your little bubble. “I should have walked away the second I realized I would fall for you.” You turn to look at him, your eyes full of resentment. Why didn’t you, you wanted to ask. But that wouldn’t have been fair – for there was a time when you also loved Morpheus, when you would have happily chased him until you broke down his walls and loved you back.

Morpheus dared to step in front of you, hands reaching out to hold both of yours in his, a look of absolute desperation and yearning etched across his face, “I have hurt you, I hurt you still, I know, but I—” The unspoken words hang in the air, I can’t let you go. “I can make you happy, I can make the Dreaming a home for you…if you but give me a chance. You loved me once; you can love me again.”

HAPPY ENDING (?):

Try as he might, Morpheus couldn’t ignore the ache in his chest as he waited for your response. Your sentence upon his soul.

You pull your hand from his grasp and reached up to cup his jaw, watching curiously as he sinks into your touch, eyes fluttering close to savour the warmth of you, lips parting as though hungry for more, both his hands holding onto your wrist for dear life – fearful you might end the moment too soon.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore.” You whispered tiredly, “I don’t want to keep hurting each other.”

“Then let us heal together, my love.”

DARK ENDING (TW):

You could only stare at him in disbelief, “How—How can you think we could ever go back?” You shove his hands away, back taut like a bowstring just shy from snapping in two, “Did you think because I have not actively fought you that I wish to be here? That I have magically forgiven you for what you’ve done?” You could almost see the regret wash over your former love.

“You have made certain I will never have a place anywhere else but by your side.” You were exhausted, resigned to your fate “I will sit tight. Sit pretty. But know that I will never love you again.” You felt powerful, felt in control for the first time since he brought you here against your will. Morpheus could direct his subject and even you to a certain degree – but he could never direct your feelings. That will always be your leverage over him.

You watch the tears well up in his eyes, the same resignation you felt painted inside them. “Everything I do—it is only because I love you. And I want you to be happy, here, by my side.” His words doesn’t move you and you waste no energy to hide it.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he begins to approach you, single-minded and resolute in his steps. “What are you doin—” Just as the words left your mouth, Morpheus reached for your temples with both hands and though gentle and kind in his touch he was unyielding in intent. “Morpheus, what—”

“I’m sorry, my love.” were the last words you heard before a screeching sound filled your ears and an excruciating pain shot through your head. The feeling felt as though it lasted forever that when it was finally cleared it left you gasping for air. “W-What was what?” You asked brokenly, eyes aimless and tearful.

You felt the familiar arms of your lover engulf your form, his fingers brushing through your hair as a silent offer of comfort. “What happened, my love?” You relished the tenderness in his voice, pressing yourself closer into to him.

“I-I don’t know. It—It felt like a nightmare. It hurt so much, but—was I sleeping?” You were dazed and confused, words slurred and in fragments.

“Perhaps a loose nightmare. They are known to misbehave. I will have Lucienne look into it.” He assured you, tightening his arms around your quivering form. “I do not know how many times I must ask you to stay by my side so such things doesn’t happen.” He chides softly, but you smile knowing there was no bite behind his words. He loved you far too much to not indulge your wandering habits.

You’re certain all will be well.

a/n: I didn't want the happy ending to be too happy considering the context of their relationship. So that's all you get, I'm afraid. But it did get pretty dark at the end there–😳

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fire on fire | chapter. 04 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader

pairing: morpheus x scarlet witch!reader (she/her) warning: sm*t, br*eding k*ink, no beta we die like jessamy a/n: you gotta listen to sam smith's fire on fire, i based their entire relationship on that one song lmao aa/n: my sincerest apologies to neil gaiman, please know that i wrote this with alot of love 😭🙏🏽 previous chapters: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 | chapter. 03

“Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire.” – Fire on Fire, Sam Smith

Your relationship with the King of Dreams and Nightmares has always been a much-disputed subject amongst his siblings with the majority in opposition. If there was one thing, however, to unite them all it was the fact that Morpheus absolutely worshipped you. “Fire on fire, dear Morpheus, will kill you.” He recalled the unsolicited caution from his eldest sibling, voice as soul destroying as ever. Morpheus merely rolled his eyes at the time, petulant and arrogant, but this very moment, as he cradled your face in both hands with his lips in a desperate quest to claim yours, he couldn’t help but agree. You may kill him, indeed. To die between your thighs would be glorious – a life well spent, he thought.

His hands moved to rest on your waist as his lips slithers away from yours to leave a burning trail along your jaw down to the pulse on your neck, barely holding back a shudder from overtaking him at the way you sighed at his attentions. “We are not to be disturbed, Lucienne.” The order came from against your skin, unwilling to move and uncaring to ensure Lucienne gave them the privacy he demanded.

You heard the soft lulling sound of whirling sand before you felt the solid edge of his throne hit the back of your knees. “I thought I would never hold you again.” Morpheus whispered along the column of your throat, a touch of vulnerability overshadowing the deep hunger he felt building in the pit of his stomach. “I feared for humanity – for what I would have done to them.” Though the Endless restrained his whimpers rather well the wetness against your skin gave him away. “This madness you inspire in me would not have been merciful.” You slide your hand over the back of his neck until your fingers were partly obscured by his jet-black hair, tugging slightly at a handful as if to ground him back – back to you.

“For centuries I have denied who and what I am—“ Despair and anger bubbled in your throat in equal measure, “…pushed you away in my fear of the inevitable. Deprived myself of what rightfully belongs to me.” At this your free hand slides over his chest, clawing at the spot where his heart should be. You felt his growl ripple under your hand. “No more.” You murmured, low and airy with lust.

Morpheus truly intended to be gentle at first – but the way your scent, your warmth flooded his senses made it nigh impossible. His lips devoured yours in unrestrained lust, feeding selfishly on the soft, quivering moans that slipped past your lips. Your taste was so decadent and rare that his hunger only grew with each second, fuelling his madness. His fingers gripped the silky materials of your nightdress and with one quick tug had it discarded to the ground without even a single glance.

It thrilled him that you matched his lust, his bites, his growls with your own. Even in his war for dominance over you he couldn’t stop the way his heart swelled with love and delight. It filled him with so much pride that you refused to surrender. You were so beautiful, he thought. Untouched and unsullied for a century. A blank canvas, if you will – and oh how he ached to paint you with his marks again to further solidify his claim over your entire body and soul. There was no hope that this would be a tender lovemaking. He was far too starved for far too long.

The Endless allowed his hands to wander over the newly exposed flesh, growling as he rediscovered how soft and pliable you were. His hands moved up to trace the curves of your waist until they reached the roundness of your breast, his thumbs reaching out to draw teasing little circles over your hardened peaks, drawing out a soft cry from you.

When his ministrations suddenly stopped, he felt as well as heard your disappointment – but the Endless merely gave you a knowing smile before moving his hands to slide down your body, caressing from the dip of your waist to the flare of your hips, down, down, and down he went until he felt the wetness between your legs.

You were so wet. Morpheus could only snarl as the scent of your arousal hit his nose, completely and utterly intoxicating him. He parts your folds, searching for that sensitive little pearl that he knew would drive you to the same madness you rouse in him. He leans down to latch his mouth onto your breast as his fingers prevailed in its quest, circling the little nub until he felt your fingers dig into his shoulders, relishing the thought of your own markings on him. He would make good on his promise this day – fill you until you were full of his flesh and blood.

Morpheus felt his concentration escape him when the tip of his middle finger slipped inside your obscenely wet tightness. The heat of you almost sent him to his knees – no, heat was too mild a word. You were fire, a blazing inferno, and he craved, needed to feel you around him.

“I could scarcely think of little else all these years—” He gasped into your ear. “You feel…” Perfect, exquisite, all consuming, the words were simply far too inadequate to convey the true extent of his sentiment in regard to your sheath like quim. His finger starts its own rhythm, lazily moving in and out of your heat while his thumb amused itself by circling and flicking at your clit. Though he desired to hear your screams he contented himself with the way you seemed to be currently incapable of much else besides chanting his name like a prayer. A whisper at first, then a whine, soon a growl as your hips crashed against his fingers relentlessly as you attempt to chase your release.

He watched in absolute awe as your face twist with pleasure, eyes fluttering close, swollen, bruised lips parting to let a desperate, wordless scream. Glorious.

Granting you no time to recover, Morpheus spun you both around and sat himself on his throne, pulling you to straddle over him. He needed to see it again lest he truly lose himself to his madness. Needed to see you come undone. On his cock.

“Tell me, my love,” He started with a teasing lilt to his voice, reaching down with one hand to free himself from his trousers, “In the imagined world I found you in, did my proxy please you?” He leans forward, pulling you impossibly closer with his other arm until you were chest to chest.

“Never.” You avowed without hesitation. Though you were deep in your delusions you could never betray Morpheus like that – your magic wouldn’t let you even if you tried. He was not just your paramour; he was one half of you. “But I did pleasure myself, if you were wondering.” At this you smirk, writhing on his lap to adjust yourself and then raising your hips slightly to hover above his cock until you felt the width of his hardness slide between your legs. “I only had to think of you, of our mischief, in this very spot in fact, or at the centre of Stonehenge, even the rather quick one against one of Lucienne’s many shelves,” You teased, eyes dancing with mischievous amusement.

“That was not a ‘quick one’.” Morpheus glared at you for that, taking mock offense at your implication. He did not take his time as he normally would in that particular memory, he admits, but he recalled being so desperate and hungry for a taste of you that he had you up and against a shelf, tomes forgotten on the table, and ate you out like a beggar at a feast.

You merely chuckled in response, deliberately ignoring his interruption, and continued with your teasing, “My point is—I do not need a poorly made substitute of you to come undone. Just the thought of you is enough to end me.” You felt him harden even more at that – if that was even possible. He could probably leave a dent in your insides in his current state of arousal.

“Put an end to my misery, Y/N.” He begged hoarsely, and you obliged. You raised your hips, one hand sneaking between your bodies to guide his cock inside you. You watched as the King of Dreams threw his head back in pleasure, lips parted, eyes closed, savouring this feeling, this moment of being one with you once more. Inch by inch, taking your sweet time.

Morpheus could feel you twitch and stretch to accommodate his length, and the feeling of it could have consumed him – killed him, as Destiny so kindly cautioned him. Perhaps not quite the context meant, but he could have died happily like this. He felt you shudder when he was finally fully hilted inside you, your cunt rippling and shaping to his cock.

“You, my love, are the embodiment of sin.” The growl came rough and broken, his nails digging into the flesh on your hips, barely holding onto what sanity he had left to fend off the madness that threatened to take you like an animal. He didn’t have to wait long, it seems, as he could see the same desperation in him distorting your features. You tried to tease him and prolong his suffering, but he knew by the way you increased the beat of your movement that you were chasing your high as much as him. Not yet. Not until you’ve ridden him to his satisfaction, a compensation for your mischief.

Morpheus watched his beloved sob in frustration, riding him furiously and wildly, breasts bouncing with your every movement and beguiling him to suckle on a pebbled flesh, causing you to let out wonderful little whimpers. “P-Please, Morpheus—” You begged. At last, he felt you approaching your pinnacle, felt the familiar way your walls tightened around him. He slid one arm around your waist and grabbed a fistful of your hair with the other as he met your enthusiasm with equal fervour.

“Take it, my Queen.” Whether it was the relentless way he was thrusting into you or the sultry, throaty tone in which he uttered your soon to be title, but you came with a strangled cry, gasping and trembling violently. You heard him hiss into your ear as he too came spilling inside you, hissing through gritted teeth before you felt them clamp down on your shoulder. You sink into him, panting and relishing your high.

You heard that familiar sound of sand again and soon you felt the luxurious sensation of velvet hit your naked back. Above you was your lover, only better – without an inch of clothing on him.

“Again.” He demanded darkly; voice low yet no less commanding. The moment of confusion was soon clarified by the way his cock started to stiffen inside you again, as if that too was at his directive. “You will take my seed as many times as it’ll take.” He flipped you over and lured you onto your knees. “Morpheus—” You moaned, eyes hazy and vulnerable, but before you could say more you felt him pull you to the hilt of his cock. Your chanting of his name resumed, bracing yourself on your forearms and widening your stance. Yes, yes, yes, this—this felt like home. You felt his growl more than you heard it; your senses utterly skewed from his unwavering pounding. “You will be positively divine when you are round with our children.” He was incessant, single-minded in his quest to fill you with as much seed as your body could take.

Morpheus held you firmly in place by the hips as he fucked you with deep, claiming thrust, each movement hitting that throbbing bundle of nerves inside you. He would see you ruined for anyone but him. He jerked your head against his chest by the hair as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You will make me a father, won’t you, my love?” When nothing came out of you but a strangled moan, Morpheus pulled harder, “Yes?”

“Y-Yes,” He delighted in the clear, wanton desperation lacing your voice, “Let no one doubt I am yours.” Morpheus growled at this, in absolute euphoria at the thought of marking you this way. His pounding slowed, purposeful and deep, grunting each time your flesh slapped against the base of his cock. Once. Then twice. The third one was what ended him, and you, as you both threw your heads back in unison and howled each other’s names.

Dream of the Endless watched his future Queen collapse tiredly on the bed, admiring your body flushed with desire, covered in a sheen of sweat, before gathering you gently in his arms and engulfing you in his warm embrace. He smiled adoringly as you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and returned the same smile, thoroughly sated.

“I hope it’s a girl.” You said quietly, shyly, then settled back against him with your face pressed against his heaving chest.

Morpheus didn’t think his heart could swell anymore for you, yet as he stared at you for the longest time, he was glad to be proven wrong.

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fire on fire | chapter. 03 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader

pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 a/n: no beta we die like jessamy

Sat on his throne, overlooking the heart of his palace, Morpheus has never felt so small – so without power. The King of Dreams and Nightmares they called him and yet he was bested by a bumbling amateur with a delusion of grandeur, seeking to prevent that is which is the most natural thing in existence and as a result has committed a graver offense. He has half a mind to demand his sister relinquish Roderick Burgess to him so that he may throw the mortal on his knees before you and beg for your forgiveness.

He felt his heart swell at the mere thought of you, his sweet Y/N. His mind at ease and free of thoughts of mortal men and their greed for what they do not deserve. Such were the effects you had on him. Perhaps it should be a concern that you had such sway over a sovereign and in extension his realm – yet the Dream Lord could not bring himself to care for why would you seek to possess what already belongs to you? You possessed all of him and all that entailed.

“My Lord,” The courteous voice of his librarian pulled Morpheus out of his musings, “If I may ask…” He looked over to see Lucienne shifting uncertainly at the bottom of his throne, a thick volume clutched against her as she peered over her spectacles, “Now that you have recovered your tools of power as well as have reunited with her ladyship, where do we go from here?”

“Nowhere for the time being.” Morpheus stated simply and in a tone that brokered no argument, “I endeavour to heal with my love and rebuild my realm.”

The silence from his subject was telling but Morpheus waited to hear it himself, “And…what of the prophecy, my lord?”

Lucienne could only blink as her king disappeared in a swirl of sand and materialize before her in a matter of a millisecond, towering over her with his face a picture of the calm before a storm. “Know that I am fond of you Lucienne, but I will not hear more of this damned prophecy.” He declared in a low growl, head tilting slightly to the side, “Y/N will one day be your Queen, and nothing will ever change that.”

“I do not seek to change that or sow doubt in you, your grace, however we have to acknowledge the consequences of your union.” This placated the Endless slightly, leaning back to reward her loyalty with some distance from him, “Your…siblings will not stand for it. Perhaps her grace Death, but the rest will attempt to either claim the Scarlet Witch for themselves or seek to destroy her.”

The Scarlet Witch was but one facet of you and yet it seems to be the only thing that mattered to others outside of him – as if that was the only thing you were. As if the fact that you were, perhaps, the most beautiful being in existence didn’t matter. The notion was simply lost on the Dream Lord.

“Your words have merit.” Morpheus conceded, unable to refute her caution. Endless were the embodiment of absolute order. Him and his siblings directed the fundamental forces of the universe and ensured they fulfilled their purpose. Your existence, however, was the antithesis of theirs. It was as if the universe wanted to break free and manifested you to break its chains. You were not written on the Book of Destiny nor were you one day arranged to enter the Sunless Lands. Even your dreams were not influenced by the Dreaming. You simply existed.

“I will not lose you again.”

Lord and subject turned to see you approaching, the look of determination on your face matching the unwavering manner in which you delivered your declaration.

Lucienne took a step back as Morpheus moved to meet you, “You will not lose me again, my love.” He spoke softly, his entire countenance shifting to that of complete affection. While he believed those words wholeheartedly it was evident from the way you pursed your lips that you did not, heart still fresh from your loss of him as if it happened yesterday. In a way it did, he supposed, for your magic never truly allowed you to grieve him.

“They robbed me of you.” The words left you through gritted teeth, “Of a life we will never have. Of a version of myself I will never know.” You kept your eyes on his despite the crack in your voice brought upon by the hatred in your heart.

The words of warning from the prophecy echoed in his mind. 'The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged.' Perhaps humanity, in its arrogance, inadvertently forged its greatest threat.

Morpheus watched as, in your anger, your magic begins to manifest just above your eyes and slowly unfurl to form a crown of pure red energy – angry and vengeful. It does not deter him, however, as he reached out to cup your face with both hands and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Heal with me, my love.” He whispered, unable to hide the plea in his voice, “Roderick Burgess is no more as well as his cowardly son who stood by and did nothing. They will never take me from you again – this I promise you.” He felt your magic dissipate and calm even if your breathing continued to be shallow.

“Should my siblings dare to interfere in our love I will defend you as staunchly as I know you will defend me.” He pulled away then to gaze adoringly at you, so utterly deep in his devotion to you. “All will know of my intention to make you my Queen.” His voice, like liquid seduction, caressed your face. When he leaned down this time it was to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, “When I plant my children inside you no one will ever dispute the fact that you are of the Endless.” His lips moved to caress the corner of your lips, “Wife of an Endless,” He whispered an inch away from your lips, “Mother of my children.” He caught your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. A century in the making.

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Fire on Fire | chapter. 02 | Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) Summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? Note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | A/N: no beta we die like jessamy

Dream of the Endless stood outside a quaint red brick house on a quiet street at the edge of a small village not too far from London. Ordinary and terribly common, blending in with the rest of the houses on either side of it and even the ones across. Why would his search lead him here?

A flashing image in his mind’s eye had him sucking in a sharp breath – an image of you and a dull stranger living out your lives in such an unremarkable home, in domesticated bliss – with a dog perhaps? Or a few offspring? His face darkened at the implication of that thought.

“Cursed they be who would dare to tear us asunder.” He recalled the vow he made to you – one he fully intends to keep.

Morpheus followed the stone path dotted on the ground leading up to the red door atop a small set of steps. Millenniums of courtly etiquette compelled him to knock out of instinct and by the time he realized what he’d done it was too late. So – he waited.

“Darling, is that you?” A bout of relief and horror washed over him in equal measure at the familiar ring of your voice. Relief for the rather joyful colour in your tone. Horror for the heart-rending realization that you had moved on as he feared – with the dull stranger so beneath him, so beneath you.

The Lord of Dreams considered turning back, retreat to his realm where he could lick his wounds and nurse his pride. Just as he took a step back, however, the red door swung open to unveil a face he hungered for all these years. He felt his eyes sting then.

Your face scrunched in concern, reaching out to cup the side of his face, tenderly stroking the damp skin there, “Hey…” you cooed, eyes roving over his tearful face, “Come inside and tell me what happened.”

Morpheus felt his body move along with you in a trance-like state, eyes glassy and vulnerable. The only feeling was the burning warmth of your hand in his as you led him through the corridor and into a homely kitchen bespeckled with hints of you – from the mismatched mugs seen through the glass window of your cupboard to the opened copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien laid out on the table by the window with the dark green curtains.

You sit him down at the table before taking your place across from him, hands still interlocked, “Speak to me, my love.”

It was here that Morpheus observed something amiss. So overcome was he by his loss of you and the natural way in which you held him so sweetly that he unconsciously turned a blind eye to the glaring fact that you have not seen him for a century.

This was most certainly you. He had no doubt of it. That only baffles him further, however.

“Morpheus?”

“How…” He started aimlessly, unsure where to go from here, “How can you be…” His free hand gestured towards you, “…like this – after what I’ve done?”

The corner of your lips quirked up in a mixture of confusion and amusement, “What are you talking about? And what have you done, my love?”

“I abandoned you!” He exclaimed with a tortured heart as his hand held in yours swiftly retreated back to his side, “I—” before he could go off on a tangent of self-hatred, he noticed the swirls of red in your eyes. Oh.

“Oh, Y/N, what have you done?”

Your eyes narrowed then, full of suspicion and distrust. You rose from your seat at the table and added some distance between you and the Dream Lord, “You are not my Dream.” You stated, calm and absolute in your claim. One hand by your side shaped an orb of red energy into being with tendrils of loose magic curling between your fingers, “Is that you, Desire? Have you come to torment us again?”

Morpheus moved to stand slowly and carefully, hands held out in front of him as if in surrender, “It is I, my sweet, your Sandman,” He implored cajolingly, “You must let me hel—” He felt an immediate tightness on his throat, your magic reaching out for his neck for an unfaltering grip. His hands clawed at nothing while keeping his eyes steadfastly locked to yours. “I—I wo—uld ne…er—” despite the struggle, Morpheus persevered, “—lie…to you.” His eyes watered from the pressure of your magic, “Lo—ok…inside.”

You understood what he meant, and it threatened your resolve.

Morpheus felt the invasion not long after, flipping through his memories and every thought he has ever had. Sometimes he would feel you pause at some– like the stunt in the throne room after a verbal foreplay gone too far; then you moved to the tender moment in a hidden alcove in his library, his head on your lap as you read to him the story of one Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy; then to the evening of your first fight, when jealousy got the better of him.

As you ransacked his mind it gave Morpheus an opening to enter yours and there he saw your life for the last hundred years. He saw you beg Death, made whatever promises you thought would appease the Endless enough to bring you to him. He saw his beloved sister turn you away. He watched Desire took his form to twist your longing for your Dream Lord. He watched you fall to your knees when it finally dawned on you that he was never coming back. He watched as your magic fully engulfed your being and manifested this delusion you have imprisoned yourself in.

He felt the pressure leave his throat and his hands landed right on the table to support his physical form from keeling over. He raised his head to look at you piece the pieces together – watching as your face shift from confusion to utter devastation. As if the feeling of abandonment for a hundred years rushed to you all at once.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You chanted like a prayer, knees buckling until they hit the tiled floor, your hands clutching your aching heart, “I—I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” You could only sob.

Your Dream moved around the table to approach you without hesitation, falling to his knees in front of you to drown you in his embrace, “No, my love,” He cooed, his fingers brushing through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“Cursed they be who would dare to tear us asunder.” Here, with you in his arms, he vowed anew.

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Just wanted you to know that Dusk Till Dawn lives rent free in my head! I'm still not over it and I can't count how many times I've read it. I was wondering if I could request for more bratty vampire reader? Is Dream more of a soft or hard dom? How does brat reader act up? Like this has me on a chokehold and I just need content tbh even if you just talk about it! I'm just so curious!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy it as much as you do. It's honestly the result of too much caffeine at 2AM in the morning lmao also I'm blaming you why I never finished the fic I was working on today because this ask wouldn't leave my head!! I hope you enjoy the few headcanons below <3

warning: It got a little spicy at the end. n s f w.

Morpheus is a soft d om! I mean don't get me wrong if you step out of line he will absolutely bruise your a ss, but generally he likes to spoil you and will often give in to you.

You make him sigh alot lmao like "why don't you just do as your told" kind of sigh.

Secretly loves it when you defy him. It amuses and arous es him in equal measure.

Will normally give you a warning first when you act out, “Behave, princess.” Will be his first warning; this usually mean he’s still in the amused stage but still wants you to listen. His punishment at this stage is usually a light reprimand. “That’s enough.” Is his ‘you’re pushing your luck’ warning and your punishment will either be a spanking or denial. It’s when he goes quiet and gives you that look that you should worry. He will absolutely wreck you. Lots of edging, denial, spankings, scolding, light humiliation perhaps. Trust that you will be bed ridden the next day.

He loves the aftercare. He loves giving you a bath, brushing your hair dry next to the fireplace, soft kisses, praises and maybe gently eat you out before you fall asleep, depending on your behaviour. You’re usually fucked out at this point that you’re very obliging lmao

One thing he will never do is to punish you by withholding blood. That is your source of life, and he wouldn’t make light of it. If anything, Morpheus gets a kick out of overfeeding you with his blood as he knows from experience that it sends your senses into overdrive. It’s like an aphrodisiac for you almost, leaving you absolutely wanton and desperate for him.

Your bratty tendencies often vary. Sometimes you just want attention and Morpheus is quite attuned to your moods that you won’t have to ask. Other times you just feel like being a bitch and pester him. “I don’t really want to.” Is when your feeling mild. “You can’t make me.” Is when you’re really asking for it. You know he will absolutely make you.

You roll your eyes too much according to him. If you’re lucky enough to be across the room, you’ll just earn a dry look but if you’re within arm’s reach it’ll either be a pinch on the waist or a growl in your ear “One more. I dare you, my darling.”

He will often give you presents, like dresses and trinkets. But he especially loves to deck you in jewellery and will 100% fuck you while decked head to toe in shining jewels. Fucking you on his throne while you’re wearing a crown? He would absolutely FOLD. You’re a princess after all, in every sense of the word. He would never admit it but that alone is probably a kink to him.

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