#the sandman smut
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬)
Pairing: Morpheus / Dream x (female) Reader
Summary: being reunited with your lover, Morpheus, after he’d been captured for nearly a century
Warnings: angst, smut, tiny bit of dry humping I guess?, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), multiple orgasms, minors DNI
A/N: here we are adding another pale emo boy to my never ending list of men I’d like to fuck lmao! title is of course from Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics! I hope you guys like this <33
p.s. this was not properly proofread bc I was in a rush to post it before I left for holiday so I’m so sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes, hopefully it’s still readable lmao
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Here’s here! He’s back!” Lucienne pants as she barges through your door, or what was left of it at least.
You sit upright from where you were lying on the bed.
“What?” You squeak.
“He’s back. Morpheus. He’s here. He’s back at last,” she smiles at you, elation and sadness both mixing in her eyes.
You waste no time in following her, the two of you running through the ruins of your once beautiful castle until you reached the throne room. Your breathing fast and shallow, your heart pounding ferociously in your chest.
“Morpheus!” You all but sigh in relief as you finally lay your eyes on your lover.
He was standing by his throne, one hand rested on its back, dressed in his usual dark attire. For a moment your breath hitches in your throat. For a moment it was almost as if he’d never left, as if he’d been there, where he belonged, all this time. But your reverie is quickly broken when you feel the pang in your chest, the pain as it hit you again just how long your lover had been kept from you.
“My love,” he calls back quietly, his tone as serious and calm as it ever was.
He descends the stairs slowly, making his way towards you. You didn’t have it in you to be as calm and reserved as him. You raced towards him, closing the the distance between you as quickly as you could. You almost don’t stop when you reach him, you just crash into him. Your arms fling desperately around his neck, pulling him down into you. His hands snake around your waist and pull you flush against him, his palms flattening against your body, his fingers digging into your back.
You bury your face into his chest, titling upwards to nuzzle against his neck. He buries his own face into your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, making your hair stand on end. Your hands wander up his neck, moving to run through his hair, tugging it tightly, afraid that if you let go he’d somehow disappear again. You’re so lost in the moment, of having Morpheus back in your arms, you almost completely forget about Lucienne until she clears her throat lightly.
“I’ll, er, let you have some time alone,” she murmurs.
Morpheus raises his head slightly to nod an acknowledgment at her. As soon as she’s exited the throne room you tug him down by his hair, crashing his lips against yours. You both moan desperately into the kiss as your mouth greedily devours his, as if you could somehow make up for a century of having his lips parted from yours.
You didn’t need to talk, to say anything. There were no words to comprehend this moment. Instead you let all your feelings pass to him though your lips; a century of torment parted from your lover, a century of aching for him, of feeling so empty and incomplete. ‘I missed you’ simply wasn’t enough.
You moan softly again as you push your body against his even harder, arching your back and curving yourself into him. You feel a gentle smile tug at Morpheus’ lips as his hands hold you even tighter against him. Your hands move to tug at his long coat, pushing it off his shoulders. He lets the coat slip off his body before he presses into you even harder than before, walking you back a few paces.
You gasp in surprise against his lips when you feel something hit the back of your knees. You twist your head to suddenly see a magnificently large bed placed behind you. The sheets were black silk, it’s frame made from darkest of brown woods, gothic twists and turns carved into it’s structure.
It was beautiful. It was Morpheus.
“I almost forgot how much I missed that trick,” you smirk, referring to Morpheus’ ability to manipulate everything around you in the dreamworld.
Morpheus just hums deeply against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as he tilts you further backwards, gently lying you down on the grand bed. He moves to kneel at the edge of the mattress, pausing briefly to slip off his black t-shirt and toss it to the floor. You feel your heart flutter with a mix of pain and excitement as your eyes take in the sight of his pale torso. He looked exactly the same, exactly as you remembered him. The nostalgic familiarity of his body causes a flood of emotions to surge through you, a tear blinking in your eye.
Morpheus notices your tears as he leans down over you, positioning himself above you, his hips against yours. He shushes you gently, bringing a hand to cup your face, his thumb swiping at your fallen tears.
“Shh, I’m here now, my love. I’m here,” he whispers before kissing you gently again.
Suddenly the messy urgency of before dissipates, melting into a languid and lazy kiss, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. Your hands roam over his torso, revelling in the smooth skin you hadn’t touched for a century. You feel the soft contours of his body, the ripple of his muscles as he holds himself above you. You scratch your nails down his stomach, eliciting a deep groan from Morpheus. You stop your movement just short of the small trial of dark hairs on his lower abdomen, sliding your hands back up his body until they clasped around the back of his neck once again.
As Morpheus kisses you his body starts to slowly rut against yours. You can feel the buckle of his belt dig into your lower belly as he grinds himself on top of you. Another moan passes your lips when you feel how hard he is; his cock straining against his dark jeans and poking between your thighs. You shiver and whimper when he moves his hips further forwards, pushing against your clothed pussy, providing the tiniest amount of friction.
Your hips buck up into the movement, humping him just as fervently as he was humping you. Your back arches, your covered chest pushing against his bare one. Slowly the urgency and desperation from before starts to creep back into your kiss, into your bodies. His mouth starts to attack yours more hungrily again, his lips moving faster and more greedily against your own. Your hands tug on his hair again, silently pleading him for more. His hands run down your body, grabbing at your hips and giving them an almost painful squeeze.
“Morpheus please,” you whisper. “I need you,” you whine, pushing your hips up against his for emphasis. “I need you to fuck me.”
He groans deeply again at your words, his fingers almost trembling where they held onto your hips. His eyebrows furrow, his face twisting in contemplation, almost as if he was fighting with himself, or fighting to control himself.
“I- I want to take my time with you, love,” he murmurs against your lips.
You shake your head lightly, your nose bumping against his.
“We can take our time later. We have all the time in the world now you’re back,” your sigh against his lips. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me. Please. Please,” you plead with him.
You continue to murmur the word ‘please’ against his skin as you kiss down his jaw, along his throat. You make your way to the spot just below his ear, the one you knew always drove him absolutely wild. Once you find the spot you bite gently at his pale skin, sucking quickly to pull a bruise to the surface; you were determined to show the worlds, dreaming and waking alike, who Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams himself, really belonged to.
Morpheus grunts when you suck harshly on that sensitive spot. His hands run up your body quickly again, snagging on the hem of your shirt and hurriedly lifting it free of your body. He groans deeply when he realises you weren’t wearing a bra, his gaze burning as he takes in the sight of your perfect tits. It seems he practically has to force his gaze away as he sits up and begins to make quick work of undoing the fastenings of your jeans. You shimmy your hips, helping him as he tosses them aside. You sit up, ferociously crashing your lips against Morpheus’s again as your shaky hands fumble desperately with the fastenings of his own jeans.
But he pulls your hands away, not so gently shoving you back down onto the mattress. He looks down at you with a commanding glare in his eyes. You move to sit up again but he grabs your jaw in his hand, pushing you back yet again until you were lying hapless on the bed.
“Morph-“ you whine, cut off when he squeezes your jaw.
“I will take my time with you, my love,” his voice is a whisper and yet it holds all the command and authority of a king.
A whimper lodges in your throat as Morpheus starts to drag his hand down your body. He gives your throat a gentle squeeze before his hand is trialing down your chest, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, right down until he reached your navel. His gaze follows his hand, his eyes mapping your entire body as you squirm naked beneath his stare.
“I’ve missed this body,” he muses to himself, his eyes glazed, drunk on the sight of you. His eyes snap back up to yours before he adds; “I’ve missed you.”
He looks at you with such an intense and sad gaze that you feel your heart twinge again, a tear pricking your eye. You take one of your hands and place it over his where it still rested on your lower abdomen.
“I’ve missed you too,” you squeak, giving his hand a squeeze.
He flashes a soft smile, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips so that he could place a chaste kiss to your knuckles. Your heart twists at the gesture; it was something he used to do frequently before he’d disappeared. He bumps his nose against your knuckles before gently placing your hand back on your stomach. His small smile twists into a smirk when he finally leans forwards again, hovering over you. His lips land on your chest and begin following the same trail he’d just made with his hand.
You shiver as he kisses down your body, his lips somehow cold and yet burning like fire as they sear down onto your skin. You bite your lip as you look down at him, his eyes trained on yours even as he kisses lower and lower down your body.
When he finally reaches the apex of your thighs he first places a gentle kiss to your pussy lips. His hands move to tuck under your thighs, helping to hold you open. He flashes you that tiny beautiful smirk again before he finally licks a stripe up through your folds. You shiver at the sensation, throwing your head back immediately. It was almost outrageous how just the lightest of touches was already driving you wild; you are simply just horrendously desperate for your lover’s touch. And he was more than happy to oblige.
Morpheus licks through your folds a few more times, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his saliva all through your slit. A strained profanity slips past your lips when he finally starts to focus his attention on your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling it languidly. Your hips buck, your body jerking under his touch as the feeling almost overwhelms you. You swear you can still feel his smirk as he brings one of his hands from under your thighs, moving it to splay across your lower belly again, pushing you down and pinning your hips to the mattress. You whine, a sound somewhere between frustration and pleasure.
“Mmm, I’ve missed your taste,” he groans against your cunt. “You always taste so exquisite. Just heavenly,” he hums.
You whimper, his name falling from your lips in a sinful moan. He reciprocates your moan, the noise vibrating through to your clit as he sucks it back into his mouth. Pleasure sears through your body, a fire inside that you’d not felt for over a century. Your head almost feels dizzy, your breathing shallow and fast, your skin tingling, your fingers and toes almost going numb as all feeling is focused in your core.
“M-Moprheus,” you whine, twisting your head to hide in the sheets, almost embarrassed by how quickly your orgasm was building.
Your thighs tremble and shake on either side of his head, your toes curling and pushing against his shoulders. He moans against you again as he feel you start to buck your hips more fervently against his face. He glances up at you and sees how you’ve twisted to cover your face, hiding the heat in your cheeks as your body surged closer and closer towards your climax.
“It’s okay, my love, just let go. I want you to let go,” he whispers gently.
You mewl, your fingers knotting harshly in his hair, your back arching and your neck twisting even further away from his stare.
“Look at me, lover, please. I want to see your face,” he pleads quietly. “I need to see how good I make you feel.”
Though he may be pleading there’s still that edge of command in his tone that lets you know it wasn’t really a request and there really wasn’t any room for arguing. You bite your quivering bottom lip as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You moan lewdly as you catch the sight of him between your thighs. His gentle blue eyes are somehow dark with lust, his hair even messier than usual from where your fingers were gripping it. You can just about see, as well as feel, the smirk on his lips as he keeps his tongue swirling over your clit, sucking softly at the same time. The sight and sensation of it all is finally enough to tip you over the edge.
“O-oh, fuck,” you barely manage to choke out as pleasure races through your entire body, spreading from your core right into the tips of your fingers and your toes.
You fight the urge to toss your head back and arch your spine as you desperately try to keep your eyes on his. You feel his smirk grow into a small grin of pride as he continues to just lightly suck on your clit, enough to prolong your orgasm without making you go too sensitive. When your body has finally given every ounce of pleasure it had to offer, for the moment anyway, he removes his mouth from your cunt and starts kissing your inner thighs again lightly.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, placing another kiss to your thigh. “You did so well for me,” he praises gently.
You slump back against the mattress again, your chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath. Morpheus just continues to kiss all over your thighs as he gives you a moment to recover, occasionally biting and sucking a hickey into your skin. Feeling the wetness of your euphoria on his chin and lips as he kisses over your skin feels deliciously filthy.
His hands stroke the back of your thighs and your ass, grazing over your hips, causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh, a shiver running through your whole body. Your hands loosen their grip on his hair, instead just stroking his head lightly as you try to relax and just revel in the feeling of being with your lover once again.
But it’s not long before you start to feel the ache build in your core again, your cunt clenching desperately over nothing as Morpheus kisses tantalisingly close to your pussy.
“Please,” you beg quietly, your head lulling to the side again. “Please Morpheus, I need you inside me,” you almost cry, your voice pitching in tone.
“Shhh,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “All in good time, my love,” he promises.
He continues to kiss at your thighs for a short while before you feel one of fingers gently brush through your folds. You mewl at the feeling, at the promise of more. He swipes his finger through your slit, gathering the wet mixture of his spit and your cum. It’s like fireworks explode in your chest when you finally feel his finger push into you, slowly and gently stretching you open. You swear your body was about to combust when he’s quickly able to add another finger, your wetness making it all too easy for him to pump his two fingers in and out of you.
Your fingers knot tighter in his hair, yanking hard as he starts to curl his fingers, searching for that sweet spot inside you. He hums in satisfaction, kissing your thigh again when he hears a squeaky moan lodge in your throat, knowing he’d found the right spot.
“O-oh fuck. Yes...” you whisper with a shaky breath as he adds his mouth back into the mix, his tongue smothering over your clit again.
He curls his fingers in time with his tongue, stroking your sweet spot with the pads of his fingers as his tongue swirls circles around your swollen clit. Your body feels impossibly hot, the pleasure making you feel tingly as it races through you. Your orgasm builds even faster than before, rushing to the surface and breaking over your body. You can barely moan Morpheus’ name as he pumps and sucks you through your second high. You convulse and shake, your body almost twitching from the pleasure, your pussy clamping over his fingers as he slowly continues to curl them against that spot inside you.
Morpheus hums in satisfaction again as he steadily slows down his movements, slowly bringing you down from your high. He sits up, his eyes never leaving yours, before he gently pulls his fingers free from you. You gasp at the loss of contact but the sound quickly develops into a full blown moan when you see Morpheus bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices as he continues to stare you down.
You can’t wait any more; you needed this man to fuck you.
You didn’t even care how sensitive you were from your first two orgasms. You sit up and grab him by the back of his neck, yanking him harshly down until his lips collided with yours. Another moan escapes you as you taste yourself in his mouth, the tang of your arousal coating his tongue as it roamed over yours. You pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, arching your back and pushing your chest up against his, your perked nipples brushing against his skin.
Morpheus groans into the kiss as his body starts to move against yours, his still clothed hips slotting between yours. The tent in his dark jeans rubs against your pussy and sends a flare of euphoria through you again.
But it still just wasn’t enough.
Your fingers quiver as they fumble once again with the fastenings of his jeans; only this time he doesn’t move to stop you. You moan greedily into the kiss, your lips moving with an even more urgent hunger against his as you start to push his jeans and boxers down his hips. He breaks the kiss briefly as he shifts to remove his jeans completely, throwing them to join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor.
The sound that leaves your throat when you’re finally able to take in the glory of his naked body is almost indescribable. He was just so painstakingly beautiful it genuinely made your chest ache. You can’t bring yourself to wait any longer as you reach forwards to grab his glorious cock in your hand. You swipe your thumb over his red and swollen tip, gathering the pre-cum and swirling it around his head. Morpheus all but shudders as you do so, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep himself under control.
You’re just about to start stroking him properly when his hand clamps over your wrist, giving a quick but firm shake of his head. You release his cock as he gently guides you to lie back on the bed, his body crawling over yours. His nose bumps yours as he gives you a desperate and messy kiss before you feel the wet and warm tip of his cock nudge against your folds. Your fingers curl and dig into his shoulders as you desperately try to pull him against you.
Morpheus grabs his cock and helps guide it through your slit, gathering the mixture of his spit and your cum and coating himself with it. Then, at long last, you finally feel him start to push inside you. A whimper escapes traitorously past your lips as you feel the dull ache of him stretching you open. You could feel just how tight you were around him as he slowly pushes himself into you, slowly slotting himself to the hilt, until you could feel his hips flush against yours again.
You feel the light tremor in Morpheus’ body, the slight tremble in his arms as he holds himself above you. His eyes close and his face twists with pleasure, and with concentration, as if he was pouring all of his focus into not cumming almost immediately at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him after a century apart. His head hangs low, his fringe ticking your forehead as he pauses there for a moment, giving you a second to adjust, or giving himself a moment to gather himself before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you.
He takes a deep shuddering breath, searching your face. You nod quickly, bucking your hips again as you silently give him permission to move. He nods shortly himself before he obliges your request from the beginning and slowly but surely starts to fuck himself into you.
He’s barely started to move and already you can feel fireworks explode throughout your body. Your hips buck to meet his, your tits pushing up against his chest, your nails tearing at the skin of his shoulders. He shudders and groans as he feels you pulse around him, hugging his cock impossibly tight.
“Oh, my love, I’ve missed how good you feel,” he whispers with a deep groan, “how tight and perfect you are for me.”
HIs voice is so quiet, almost as if he’s rambling more to himself than to you. You can feel his breath tickling your face as he hovers just above you. His one hand holds himself up, resting just next to your head. His other travels across your waist, caressing the soft curves of your body. That same hand trails higher up your body, grazing the side of your breast until he reaches the apex of your arm.
You shiver, more goosebumps beginning to litter your skin as his fingers dance back down your arm. You mewl softly when his hand reaches yours, dancing over your palm until his fingers interlock with your own. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before he lifts it above your head, pinning it to the mattress behind you.
His name escapes your lips in a plea as he squeezes your hand again. At the same time he begins to speed up his thrusts. His pace is still relatively slow and steady; he puts all his effort is focused on trusting deep inside you, the tip of his cock brushing that spot inside you with each snap of his hips. With each thrust another cacophony of moans fly from your lips.
“I think most of all,” he continues through his shaky breathing, “I’ve missed the sounds you make. The way my name falls from your lips,” he pants hotly, his breath fanning over your face. “You are divine,” he groans through gritted teeth, “like the sweetest dream there ever was.”
You moan his name again as you feel your body coil again, the fire burning and building in your core with each brush of his cock inside you. Morpheus pushes his forehead down against your own, his nose bumping against yours as his own moans start to increase in frequency. You almost smile as you feel a small jolt of joy swell in your chest. His moans grow higher in pitch and you knew it was his telltale sign that he was close to finishing himself.
But you also knew he never let himself finish first. And, as you expected, as he always used to do, he brings his hand, the one not holding onto yours, down between your bodies. His fingers find your clit quickly, wasting no time in circling it with expert precision.
His eyes search yours desperately, a century of unspoken emotions passing between the two of you. You knew there were no words to describe how you both felt. No amount of letters would ever be able to encapsulate the enormity of torment that had been your time apart.
Instead you just let your bodies do the talking. The glaze of tears in his eyes letting you know how much he loved you. The hunger of his lips when they moved with yours showing you much he missed you. The tight grip on your hand signalling that he would never let you go; a silent promise that you’d never be parted again.
You lose yourself in the moment. Nothing else exists other than here and now. You pay no mind to the crumbling castle around you, the vast and empty space that stretches on forever. All you see, all you feel, is Morpheus. Your senses are clouded and overwhelmed by him. The sight his ethereal blue eyes boring into yours. The smell of him, light and clean, refreshing and comforting. The feeling of his smooth skin under your palms are you claw at his back. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. The gentle sounds of his heavy breathing and soft groans in your ear.
“Morpheus, I- I’m close,” you breathe, nudging your nose up against his.
He nods lightly; “let go for me, baby.”
You whimper, something akin to a sob, when you hear him call you ‘baby’. He hardly ever called you that despite knowing how much you actually loved it. The pet name, his fingers circling your clit, and another deep thrust of his cock inside you, finally work to tip you over the edge once again.
This climax was different to the others; it was more intense but not in a way that felt overwhelming or too much. It was just the prefect amount of pleasure and you swear your vision goes blurry as you reel from the sensation. Your eyes roll back slightly, your head lulling onto the pillow, your jaw going slack as your mouth hangs open in a silent O.
“Oh how I’ve missed that view; how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me,” Morpheus groans lowly as he keeps fucking into you slowly.
His hips jut raggedly against yours, his pace faltering and his thrusts turning sloppy as he fucks himself towards his own climax. You paw at his back with your free hand desperately as you encourage him to let go. You slide your hand up his neck and fist his dark hair again, pulling tightly in the way you knew he liked. And it worked, as not a second later his hips still completely as he lurches deeply against you, finally climaxing himself.
He pants shakily, deep groans falling from his parted lips as his cock twitches inside you. You sigh his name contently as you feel the warmth of his release flood inside you. His hand shakes where it still holds onto your own. His other hand had moved to squeeze your hip as he slowly rocks you both through the remnants of your highs.
The two of you just stare at each other for a second, the both of you trying to make this moment last for a century, as if this could make up for the century spent apart.
Morpheus smiles gently down at you, his hand moving from your hip to palm your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. You reach up to cup his face in return, your fingers softly tracing over his features. His eyebrows furrow when he sees a slight sadness behind your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, twisting his face to place a gentle kiss to your palm.
“It’s nothing,” you shake your head slightly.
You sigh defeatedly before explaining further, warmth rising to your cheeks with a slight embarrassment.
“I want to say 'I love you', but the words seem somehow so small and insignificant, like they’d never be big enough to capture how I actually feel,” you whisper.
Morpheus just smiles gently, leaning down until his lips connected with yours in a gentle kiss. You both smile softly into the kiss when you feel the silent message pass from his lips to yours.
Perhaps words would never be enough to encapsulate how you felt about each other. But it didn’t matter. You could feel it in your heart. And, somehow, you just knew that he could feel it in his heart too.
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A/N: just gonna tag my babies @mothdruid and @siempre-bucky as well bc I know how much they love this pale emo too!! I really hope you all liked this <33
p.s this will be my final fic for a short while as I’ll be away on holiday and taking a short hiatus from Friday onwards!
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hello, can i request
the reader is getting frustrated because she is having trouble coming, so she tries to fake it. Morpheus figures out what she's trying to do because he knows how her pussy feels when she's tight around him, so he gets mad and stops, leaving her wanting for the next few days....then when he finally gives in , is she sharpened all night as punishment? I hope this makes some kind of sense.
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Dream of the Endless x Reader
Summary: Lord Morpheus does not appreciate you faking it and your sweet dream turns into a nightmare.
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: fem!reader, petty!dream, MDNI, smut (pwp, free use, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, light sadism, vaginal penetration, edging, temperature play, cunninglingus), typos, etc.
A/N: this has been in my drafts for ages T_T me so sorry. but ya know nonnie, what was so wild, when you sent this i was reading an aemond targaryen fic with he exact same prompt i was sent into orbit
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
I squirm as I am hoisted on his lap. I feel Dream's hot breath on my neck. My flesh was spilling between his fingers as he kneaded them. My hands were shaking as they latched around his neck.
He felt good. He felt so good-- he really did. But I was exhausted.
Dream brushes his nose against me, palms by the curve of my hips as he maneuvered me in sync with his movements. He snapped into me with a need that could not be quelled. His thighs and abdomen were hot and sticky with my slick. My whole body was burning with sweat and remnants of the multiple orgasms he's left me, he's left in me. He mutters against my ear, his deep voice making my shaky one even more unstable, "one more, my love."
One more.
But see, he's been saying this for hours.
And when I say hours, I mean there's no sense of time in the Dreaming, and he's taken fuck me to oblivion way to fuckin' seriously. And yet -
"I assure you," he crooned as he clutched the back of my head when it got too heavy for me to keep up, "my sister will not touch you. I will not let her take what's mine. She will not come near you," he sucks on my skin, "not when I have you in such a servile state."
Fuck me.
And he did.
And he was.
Still is.
My head rested on his shoulder. My body jolted with each of his thrusts. I felt my eyes water all over again, and now even my mouth was crying. I dribble on his skin as I whine, "D-Dream."
"Shhh," he kisses my head, "let me relax," he holds me firm in my place, "we have an arrangement, don't we? You want me to do this, don't you?"
I whimper when his thumb rubs on my oversensitive nub, "p-please-"
"I know," he tuts, "I know," he purrs, claiming my mouth with his, "just one more. Can you not give your beloved king one more sweet orgasm? Don't you want me to relax, darling? You said you'd let me do anything I want-"
"Dream-"
He sits up straighter, "and I want to feel you take pleasure in my love making."
A tired cry leaves my mouth.
"I need you to feel how much I love you, my jewel," he licks my neck and nips on my skin, "one more time."
"B-but you've been s-saying that-- for hours," I feel tears streak my cheeks.
He nods and licks my tears, "I swear to you, my love," his fingers dig into my flesh, "one last rupture is all I will ask of you now."
"Promise?" I blurt desperately.
Dream peppers kisses on my neck, "you have my word."
And fair enough, fair enough, he did promise me relief after. The words of an Endless were not fickle and I should have trusted in him. I mean I did! I do! But my mortal body could only take so much and so, I did what I had to do.
I faked it.
I faked it and immediately he stopped.
Thank. Goodness.
At least... it was a thank goodness in that moment.
I caught my breath as I melted like putty on him, allowing my body to bathe in its exhaustion though I did not feel pleasure from the squirming show I just put on.
Dream's hold on me relaxes. His hands come to my thighs as he adjusted me on him.
"T-thank you," I mutter.
"What was that?"
I heave as I look at him, "I said t-"
"You did not finish," he cuts, one hand coming to my back to keep me in place as he pulled back to scowl at me.
My silence proved me guilty. My stutter decided my sentence.
Dream's nostril flare and his jaw hardens, "hmmm." He reaches out for my face and pushes back my sweat soaked hair, "did you think I would not realize?"
I squeak when he pulls me off him and sets me down on his side. I fidget as I feel the cushion of the bed on my swollen, dampened thighs. I reposition myself uncomfortably as he leans on his knees and sighs.
"Dream-"
"I will not forget this."
"... w-what?"
Dream turns to me, eyes darker than normal, face tense and clearly irritated, "you will learn not to resort to trickery with me, insolent girl."
Well, fuck. "My love-"
I don't get to speak as he stands and eyes me in disdain, "if you do not want me to touch you-"
"I didn't say I don't want you to touch-"
"-then I shall have my leave and keep my hands to myself."
I sigh in frustration as I watch him walk away from me. I crumble on the bed and slam my head on the sheets. I look up and see he's already by the door, his clothing already manifested on him, "Dream. Dream, please-"
Dream reaches for the knob and slams the door shut on his way out.
For the next week, the whole Dreaming would be walking on eggshells around their king and it was all my doing.
A harsh winter fell on the Dreaming. Everyone was fighting for their life in the cold and I could no longer let them suffer because of my unintended offence and his exaggerated pettiness.
I manage to get Mervyn make Dream go to the throne room.
The throne room echoes, "so, you've resorted to trickery once more, brat."
I turn over my shoulder and jolt when I see Dream already looming over me. I clutch my chest as I look up at him, "don't be ridiculous. Am I not guest who can ask for the attention of the king?"
"No," he rebuts.
The windows of the throne room begin to get battered by hail. I flinch when a large, icy stone breaks through the glass. I turn to the thing on the floor, back to the being that was the reason why there was an eternal frost, "Dream, please-"
"So, I do not please you?" his voice reverberates through my rib cage as his form is obscured and grows larger.
My heart races as I reach out and try to touch him. My hands go through his form and I whimper, "my love."
He growls.
I gasp when his icy hand takes my cheek.
"You have offended me beyond reparation."
I flinch at his touch. Cold begins to creep up on me. I bite back the quip lingering on my tongue. How dramatic of him.
I try to reach out to him again and this time, he lets me touch him. I feel something like shoulders and I pull on him, "puppy, please-"
"Do not insult me," he barks, face coming into view as he looks down on me, "I've had enough of you."
A shiver runs down my spine.
His hand dig into the roots of my hair. He pulls my locks back and tilts my head up, "so..." he inhales deeply, "how shall I get retribution? What will you to to appease me?"
My pulse quickens. I bite my lip, "anything."
He scoffs, "and have you trick me again?"
"I -" I shudder when he circles around me, "I promise I won't complain. I'll be a good girl."
"I do not believe you," he leans into my neck from behind, "insect."
Goosebumps form on my skin, "Dream-"
He places a hand on my mouth, "silence."
I squeal into his hand and do my best not to squirm at the ice cold of his palm now scouring my body. He breathes against my skin and I flinch at the cold.
"Oh," he mocks, hand coming off my mouth, "are you cold, my love?"
I suck in a sharp breath, "y-yes."
He hums and kisses my jaw. His lips are ice cold, "my poor girl."
I flinch when his hands trace upward underneath my shirt, "perhaps removing your clothes will help you," he pulls my top off, "don't you agree?"
I shiver and pant at the notion.
"Well?" he coaxes.
I find myself nodding, "y-yes."
Dream kisses my cheek repeatedly, "very good."
He turns me around and begins to strip me naked. I begin to shiver more violently when I'm left bare. I feel my nose begin to clog.
Fuck, I'm going to die.
"D-D-Dream," I shudder, "I'm fre-eezing."
He pulls me into his chest. He is an icicle. He caresses my cheeks, "shhh," he leans in and kisses me, "you're mine. Nothing else will touch you but me," he lifts me up, "isn't that right?"
"R-r-r-r-ight," I wrap my legs around him.
I let out a hiss when I am upon a cold surface. I realize then that I was sat on his throne.
I continue to shiver as he pulls away and looks down on me. He tilts his head as snow begins to powder the room, "you will not touch me," he bends down, "am I understood?"
I nod quickly as I watch him drop to his knees.
He sighs, steam wafting up from his lips, "good girl."
I hiss, nails digging into the armrest, when his suddenly hot fingers touch my shaking knees and part them, "sweet Mary- fuck-"
He snorts, steam coming out of his nostrils, "you will not say any other name but mine."
I pant heavily as he takes my legs and throw them over his shoulder. I whine and so badly want to grab at him when I feel how warm he is. I lean into him and cry out when his mouth connects with my freezing skin. My belly quakes for multiple reasons when his large hand rubs my skin. My nails scrape the wood on the armrest. I scream his name out helplessly.
He sighs in satisfaction. I hear him in my head: very good.
I screw my eyes shut and rut into him, "please let me touch you."
"Never," he rather instantaneously retorts.
It continues like this. I tremble at his ministrations while snow continues to build all over the throne room, save for the area around him.
"Fuck," I shake off snow from my shoulder. I flinch when I feel his tongue working on me. I could barely feel my fingers though my lower half was warm, "p-please, my hands-"
My cries fall deaf on his ears.
It continues like this up until my voice is hoarse and my calves are shaking at the feel of him eating me up.
"F-fu- D-Dream-"
"Mmm," he finally looks up at me, face wet with slick and saliva.
Fuck, I hate him but he was so pretty. "P-please- m-my hands," I shudder."
I could see the warmth radiating off him, "what of your hands, little bug?"
"T-they're so cold-"
I whimper when he takes my hands and places them on his cheeks, "better?"
I nod, "thank y-you."
Dream smiles softly, placing a burning kiss on the inside of my thigh, "good girl."
My belly spasms when I feel his hot breath on my core again, "tell me. Will my beautiful toy trick her master again?"
I let out a overwhelmed sound when he slowly sinks his teeth into my aching core. I arch my back and dig my fingers in his hair, pulling firmly. My toes curl as I whimper, "n-no."
He hums against me. It makes me squeal.
He takes my legs and pushes me back, hanging my legs on the armrest, "you swear it to me?"
I whimper when he pulls away from my thighs and rises to his feet to kiss me. I bring him close and relish the feel of his warmth, "yes," I sink my face into his neck and rub my cheek on his skin, "yes! I swear, I swear-"
"Mmm," he places his arms around me, "I believe you."
Dream rubs his hands down my shoulders then my thighs and pulls back.
I look up at him as snowflakes fall onto his hair and lashes. He smiles at me then rubs my cheek with his warm hand, "best find your clothes in the snow, my love. It would be unfortunate if you caught a cold."
"W-What?"
With that, he retreats and wraps his coat around himself.
I shiver and watch my breath condense in the air Dream walks off, treading easily through the snow.
When I realize what was happening, I curl into myself and feel my body shake. Was it the cold? Anger? Betrayal? Who knew.
"Come quick, pretty girl. I will prepare a cup of tea for you in the kitchen," he calls over his shoulder, licking his lips as he heads for the door.
I hiss when I attempt to step into the snow. I whimper and look up as I clutch my chest, "you're not seriously leaving me? Dream?! DREAM!"
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What about a morpheus x reader where morpheus realises the reader has a thing for his voice. Love your writinggggg
thank you, love! i hope you like this, it's slightly smutty. also - don't we all have a thing for his voice?
the following blurp is nsfw (smut, 18+!)
His voice was like a drug to you. Sweet and heavy, dark-honey, thunder in a lightning storm. It was clear as day why a being like Dream carried a voice like that. You’d follow it everywhere. Into every world, every realm, would voluntarily stay among nightmares only to hear him talk again.
Safe to say, it really did something to you.
You never told him that … explicitly. You thought it was obvious from the way you shuddered and trembled when he whispered into your ear how good you were for him, how beautiful you looked writhing underneath him as you took his cock. You thought he had noticed how your breath hitched when he moaned and how you almost came when he murmured against your inner thighs.
But apparently, he had not noticed.
A being who held the entire unconsciousness of the universe had not noticed that his voice drove you crazy.
At least that’s the only explanation for the frown on his face when he saw you sitting on the stairs to his throne.
“Enough!” He had told another dream just moments earlier and his voice rumbled through you, resonated within your goddamn soul. “This ends now.”
And shit, was it hot. It was a side he usually hid well from his lover as he didn’t allow you to be around when he was working and well, you realized that you missed out on something. So, when the dream left and he turned, apology already on his lips, he saw something in your eyes that didn’t belong here … in the throne room … in public.
“Really?” Amusement dripped from his voice.
“Always,” you said cheekily.
He lowered himself to you on the stairs, hand gripping your jaw tightly. “Mhh, what was it, my love?” His tone was low and shit, it was exactly …
“That,” you whispered.
The frown was still there, even as he stroked with his thumb over your lips.
“Your voice.” You couldn’t believe you had to actually say it.
His eyes darted up, grip still tight and then the frown was gone, replaced by a … smirk. “My voice?”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. He’s doing this on purpose, you thought, he has to. Well, you decided to play along.
“I believe your voice alone could get me to come, my King.” It was a shy statement, almost playful. But it had the desired effect – the darkening of his eyes that you knew all too well. That was usually followed by the doors to the throne room falling shut and locking themselves.
“Why don’t we find out?”
send me an ask for a little blurp
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Now playing... I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys
Thinking about lazy makeout sessions with morpheus.
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“Dream stop we’ll get caught.” You whispered anxiously into your dear husband's ear while trying not to moan loudly.
“I don't currently care my queen.” He stated smirking into your neck, sucking harder. You moved around slightly in his lap to give him better access causing you to accidentally touch his clothed hard-on, unknowingly making it harder for him to not take you over his lap.
Making out on his throne was a terrible idea. Anyone could walk in, how did he not seem to care? Before you could ask him anything, he had pulled himself out of your neck and was placing his swollen lips onto yours.
His hands eagerly went down to your tits squeezing them through the fabric. You tugged on his hair making him moan lightly into your mouth, his plump lips were moving with urgency against yours devouring you with every breath. Before he could explore you any further you pulled back panting with spit smeared all over your rosy lips. He smiled looking at you with nothing but sheer love in his eyes.
You took your thumb and slowly wiped his spit-covered lips, wishing they would be on yours again soon. Without saying another word, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered, “I love you, my lord.”
He had never felt this lucky in his entire life. He had an angel all to himself.
“I love you more, my beloved queen.”
And with that, he once again crashed his lips onto yours.
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Candlelight
Lucifer Morningstar x Dom!reader
A/n: this was like a 4 month long wild-ass ride. But certainly very fun.
Warnings: sub!lucifer, semi-public (throne room), whiny Lucifer, praise, lil worship, minimal fingering, lots of lil touches, cunnulings, slight hair pulling.
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“You are absolutely gorgeous, my sweet devil…” words like honey whispered in their ear as your hands wandered under their robe. Their skin covered in goosebumps. Your fingertips barely grazing over their chest and torso, enough to make them shiver and let out a shaky breath.
You hummed, moving your hands up to cup their face, bringing their gaze up to yours. Their tongue wetting their lips as they looked at you with obvious desire, even adoration. “You’re gorgeous too… so perfect.” A smile grazed your lips at that, leaving them rather proud of themselves, but they couldn’t figure out exactly what you wanted from them. Lightly caressing their cheek with your thumb as you looked down at them, Lucifer wondered if you’d touch them, or kiss them, or do anything at all to sedate their burning need for you.
“Just what are you up to, my pet?” Usually a sentence like that would go accompanied with an amused or challenging tone, something that seeped dominance and confidence, but no. Not today. It was whimpered out, a plead. “Mm.. just looking at your pretty eyes, enjoying the way you look at me like I hung the moon…” you heard them whine at your words.
“Kiss me, please my angel…” a plead through their soft lips. But you wouldn’t. Not yet.
“Can’t I appreciate my lord without being demanded of..?” You felt them suck in a breath as your hands wandered their breasts, not truly providing any sort of true pleasure, pleasure that they needed so badly. “Oh my... my lovely devil, you’re shivering..” you murmured softly, as your hands reached their soft stomach, featherlight touch igniting a heat between their plush thighs.
Their mind was being completely over taken by you. Your soft words and caresses enough to have them blissfully trusted into your complete control.
And you moved lower, trailing their perfect skin with light kisses and bites, having a goal in mind to mark them as your own. “Breathe.. and just enjoy it, hm? Can you do that just for me, my sweet devil..?” your lips wrap around Lucifer’s nipples, sucking and licking the sensitive buds. Being met with a wonderful whine tumbling from their lips at the action, and a quick nod to your questions.
What a view you had.. their head lazily tilted back in pleasure as they went along with your instructions, at this distance you could hear their heart beating wildly in their chest, their lungs struggling to keep up with such a simple touch, it seems that all that teasing did it’s job.
The only lighting in the room were candles mounted on each corner of the walls, creating a beautiful incandescent glow on their pale skin. Oh how beautiful they look bathed in the candlelight.
“What if I want to worship you, hm?” You knelt in front of them now, your knees uncomfortable against the cold hard floor, and you wished you would have waited until they got back to your shared chambers so that you would at least be protected by the carpeted floors. But where’s the fun in that when you could take them in their throne? Just the idea of the ruler of hell being made to fall apart in the very place that symbolizes their power, made you squirm and press your thighs together even more.
Ever so gently their hand brushed through your hair as they looked down at you. Their cheeks flushed a light pink, their eyes glassy with need and chest heaving. “And.. how is it you wish to worship me, my pet?” Lucifer asked with a slight tilt of their head and a breathless voice, and how you love when they do that, such a simple thing, so horribly attractive.
The little smirk they got in response was really enough said paired with that look in your eyes, but you never miss an opportunity to tease. “Well.. I was thinking of.. using my mouth, maybe leaving my sweet devil completely marked as mine as I take my time bruising every inch of this soft skin of yours..” Sultry and teasing are the only words Lucifer could use to describe you at the moment. As you took your sweet time talking, whispering all the filthy ideas running through your head and your hands so softly wandered over their bare thighs, only exposed by the opening in their robe which you didn’t bother to move.
“And.. you’d like us to stay here?” They asked almost hesitantly, like they already knew the answer, which was confirmed by the look in your eyes. “Right here.”
Lucifer nodded eagerly in agreement, they wouldn’t dare go against you, not in their current state. And maybe, though they’d never admit it.. it was something they’ve been wanting to do for quite some time. “Is that a yes, my devil?” You rested your head on their thigh, nuzzling against it as you looked up at them with a slight tilt of your head. And you swore you could see tears gathering in their eyes.
“I- yes. You’re so perfect, my angel. So perfect, I’m so so lucky to have your beautiful eyes looking at me in such a way, in any way-“ Lucifer began to ramble desperately, like all the praise and worship would make you finally touch them. But you let them continue. The more they talked, their voice became choked up. The feeling of the muscles on their thighs tensing and flexing under you was delightful.
It was almost like you didn’t need to do a thing, as Lucifer was getting themselves worked up, but you didn’t have the heart to let them continue any longer without a little help, well, not today.
You shut them up instantly as you pried their thighs apart, which wasn’t at all difficult. They whined and whimpered as you cararessed and inched closer to where they really needed you, and then completely silenced them as your lips met their soaking heat.
Lucifer’s hips bucked and you immediately forced them down, with a stern glare right after, enough to make them grip on the throne to stabilize themselves, apologies tumbling out their lips. “Sorry- ‘m sorry angel, I’ll behave I promise!”
You weren’t even truly upset at their squirming, but their desperate apologies were definitely always welcome. To have the powerful lightbringer themselves, submitting to you was nothing less than perfect. “Very good, my sweet devil. I guess I have no reason to punish you after such sweet apologies, hm?”
Not bothering to wait for a reply, you resumed your tight grasp on their hips. Licking a line up from their entrance to their pulsing clit, you wrapped your lips around it once again, suckling on the sensitive bud, earning a breathy moan in return.
For Lucifer, the red robe was starting to feel constricting. Soft silk surrounding their burning body, only making them feel more heated as your ministrations continued at a harsher pace. The material gathered as it fell down their shoulders messily, making them look even more ethereal, if that was even possible. It would be hard to find anything more perfect than the flustered look on their face. A light blush scattered from their cheeks down their neck and chest, paired with the unsteady breathing and tensing muscles, you thought it would be impossible for them to look any better. And you stand corrected.
You take a moment to admire their disheveled look, only to be scolded by them with a whine, reminding you to continue with your so-called worship.
A borderline pornographic moan escaping their lips once you pushed two fingers slowly into them and teased their clit with your tongue. The soft ruffling of their wings behind them reached your ears and you couldn’t help but give into their every need now.
Their breathing grew ragged as you set a quick pace. You gave them a few seconds to adjust to the feeling as you added a third, before returning to the precious pace. Their bucking hips settled slightly as they moved in favor of your thrusts now, fucking themselves on your fingers, subtly grinding against your tongue.
As a hand messily tangled and gripped on your hair, you felt their movements get a little more intentional. Like they somehow needed more and more of you. A gentle squeeze on their thigh from your hand was enough to make them losen their tight grip, reminding them of their place.
You might be currently dominant, but you certainly can’t deny how perfect it is to have them use you for their own pleasure. Seeing them get lost in the feeling with their needy and desperate movements.
After a moment lost in your own admiration for your lover, you heard them cry out your name so pitifully. Soft thighs tightened around your head, forcing you in place for a moment as you took your time drinking up every drop of their sweet release, finishing with a kiss on their twitching thighs.
“So messy.., my lord. Did I successfully satisfy you? Do you feel worshiped?” You said in a playful tone as you resumed your place over their lap. You hummed as you cupped their cheeks ever so gently, pulling them into a messy kiss. “Finally got your kiss, hm?”
They let their head tilt back again in pure bliss, a satisfied, dizzy little smile on their face. “I can’t quite remember. I think you may have to do it all again.. just to make sure.”
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Remember Me
Summary: On a trip to the Waking, Dream returned but, with something missing. He had no memories of you, of his love. So, you may have an idea on how to get his memories back.
Word Count: ~4k
Reader: Afab
Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, riding, minor oral (male!receiving), minor dirty talk), slight angst in beginning, lots of fluff at the end
Requested by the lovely @duckland
MINORS DNI/ 18+ ONLY
“I’m sorry.”
It was the same repetitive drone - an annoying buzz in your ears.
Who were they sorry for?
You? Or Morpheus, your sweet Morpheus?
Morpheus had taken a trip to the Waking only to return broken - or at least broken to you. You were not sure how, why, or who did it, but Morpheus could not remember you. He could not remember any aspect, not any of the time spent together, not even your name.
Everyone - the entirety of the Waking and even a few of Dream’s siblings - tried to help. They tried anything and everything to return his memories, but it all ended in failure. Now, you were left with pointless apologies, apology after apology each one grating on your nerves.
So, you hid.
Hiding from the pitiful stares, hiding from the insurmountable heartache, hiding from the one person who you cherished more than creation itself.
However, you couldn’t - and shouldn’t - hide forever. And before you worked up the courage, your feet had already carried you to him, carried you home. You knocked on the bedroom door, knocked on your own bedroom door.
A voice, so soothing and resounding, spoke from the other side. “You may enter.”
You opened the door, peeking your head in.
Morpheus sat perfectly straight on the edge of the vast bed draped in his signature midnight color. His eyes, those beautiful twinkling blue, stared off emotionless as he retreated deep within his thoughts searching through his shattered memories. His hands clasped together, yet he mindlessly twisted a ring - a ring he cannot recall giving nor receiving, a matching ring you wore on your hand.
His eyes slid over to you, blank and reserved.
Eyes of a forgotten life.
He stopped fidgeting with his hands, and placed them in his lap. He nodded, respectfully. “Hello.”
“Hi.” You hovered by the door. “Is it okay if I come in?”
“This is your place, just as it is mine so please do not feel you cannot enter because of my sake.”
You nodded, closing the door behind you. You shuffled over, and plopped down on the bed with a sizable space between the two of you. Swallowing down the pain, you whispered. “Did any of it help? Being in here? Seeing our life together?”
Morpheus paused, then solemnly shook his head. “I am truly sorry, but I cannot recall you nor our life together.”
Your throat constricted. You blinked back a few tears and nodded, turning away from him.
“I wish I could.” He confessed in a soft voice. His attention was back on the ring. “I cannot remember anything, but it does pain me to see such a sullen look on your face” - his eyes flickered over, connecting with yours “- and if such feelings reside in me then maybe not all hope is lost.”
You blinked.
And surprisingly, you laughed. A short bubble of laughter.
“What?” His eyebrows furrowed together.
“You,” you smiled softly at him, “you are still my Dream; still hopeful despite it all.”
His eyes widened slightly, taken back by your statement. Yet, his shock vanished, giving way to a kind, gentle smile. A loving smile only you ever saw. “I am beginning to see why you are part of my life.”
You laughed again, a true loud laugh filled with joy and hope.
Oh, it was like an old melody to Morpheus. One he had rediscovered after centuries, and nearly lost to time. His heart skipped - a quick flutter. He truly loved such thrilling feelings - feelings that he deeply missed, feelings that apparently came true again with you.
“What?” He breathed out, wishing to hear the reason for your honey rich laughter.
“Sorry,” your laughter faded, but a wide grin was left behind, “you always said you couldn’t imagine a life without me. I guess hearing you say that just proves that your memories of us are still inside you just locked away somehow.”
“Ah.”
You smiled. “You know, you called me your North Star once, that I was the one thing always guiding you back home.”
“My star.” He whispered, tasting how the words were familiar on his lips.
Your breath hitched. “Yeah, your star.”
A frown tugged on the corner of his lips. Questions surged. Why did this happen? How could it be fixed? Why did his heart ache in your presence? Why were his thoughts scrambled and confusing? How could he forget his love?
How could he forget his beautiful star?
Seeing his frown, you leaned over and clasped his hand. His eyes fell to your hand. Hesitantly, unsure of himself, he turned his hand, offering his palm. You instantly, like all the times before, intertwined your fingers with his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We will figure this out.”
He continued to stare at your hand in his, stare at the set of matching rings. He wordlessly nodded.
“Morpheus.”
His eyes trailed up.
You tilted your head and smiled, trying to ease any of his worries and pains. With your free hand, you reached out to cup his face, but froze. Your hand hovered awkwardly beside his face. He was Dream, your Dream, but you weren’t his - you were still a stranger.
“You may touch me.” His voice was low, oddly thick with uncertain emotions.
You cupped his face.
He immediately leaned into your touch, and sighed in relief. Odd, how a stranger brought such comfort.
But how can I unlock his memories? You thought.
You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “Can … can I try something?”
“What?”
“Could,” you nervously licked your lips, “could I kiss you? I … I don’t know if it could help or -“
“You may.” He answered.
Anything, he thought. Anything to remember you.
You blinked, surprised by his eagerness. You mumbled a shaky ‘okay’. You scooted closer, and drew his face towards yours. Your eyes dropped to his lovely pink lips. Leaning in, your lips brushed over his, almost waiting for him to tell you to stop. Nothing, no objections. You closed your eyes and pressed a gentle chaste kiss.
However, Morpheus stared, rigid. Somehow overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at once.
Just a hollow ache.
You began to pull back.
“Is that how you greet your husband?” Morpheus amused by your short fleeting kiss.
You hummed, smiling. “If you want something, then ask my dear husband.”
His heart leapt into his throat.
A memory, just a passing snippet, but one memory had returned. You backed away, but he soon quickly chased after you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. “Again,” he muttered against your lips, “please, kiss me again.
You didn’t hesitate, and you didn’t hold back.
You kissed him with more passion - with more desperation.
Please, bring him back to me.
You threw your arms over his shoulders, and carded your fingers through the ends of his hair. He sighed, fluttering his eyes closed. Your lips moved in sync, in this wondrous dance of take and give. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. Your tongue grazed over his bottom lip. It ached for entry, and you could only pray he would answer. And he did, he relinquished all control.
Your lips curled into a giddy smile. Your tongue slipped in, tasting him just as you’ve done so many times before. Your nails scraped against his head. He shivered. You tugged on his soft raven locks.
Morpheus hummed.
He was thrilled by how well you knew his body, and how easily he reacted to your touch.
Without thinking, he moved you. He brought you onto his lap.
It was instinctual, completely out of habit.
Your hands slid out of his hair, dragging your nails down his neck, down his shoulders, and rested on his chest. You bunched up his shirt. Needs and pleasure clouded you. You gently pushed on him. He fell back onto the blankets and pillows.
His chest heaved - all his air was stolen by you. Not only the air in his lungs, but his thoughts were stolen too.
Stolen by a not quite stranger.
Breathless, you stared down at Morpheus. His eyes showed no signs of recognition, only hints of wonder and confusion for the stranger who knew him so well. Did I take it too far? Am I overstepping? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -“
“It’s okay,” he said. “I asked for that, did I not?”
You nodded and quietly asked, “So, did … did it help? Did you remember anything?”
“I did.”
“You did?” You tried not to let your excitement overtake you.
“It was small, a simple conversation.”
“Okay, uh, that’s good,” you whispered.
Your lips still tingled with the ghost of his, and you could still taste him on your tongue. Nervously, you adjusted yourself to comfortably straddle his waist. Your hands still laid on his chest, resting above his beating heart.
Should you keep going?
God, you wanted to.
But.
“We can keep going or we can stop. Just tell me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You said.
Morpheus’s hands skimmed up your thighs, and curled around your hips. Again, it was such a natural act - it was what felt right.
You smirked down at him. The sunlight from Fiddler’s Green haloed around you. “What do you want, my king?”
“You.” He answered. His hands latched onto your hips, not wishing for you to be anywhere else. “You and only you, my love - my star.”
Morpheus blinked.
Another memory, another wonderful memory. His back itched at the faint memory of the prickly blades of grass, and his skin was warmed by the nonexistent sun.
It was all here. All the memories of you were still here.
“Morpheus?” You asked, concerned by his silence.
He swallowed, tightening his grip on you. “Do not stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to remember.”
You smiled. You bent down, and kissed him softly. “As you wish, my king.”
My king.
He loved how it rolled off your tongue.
Yours.
You trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He instantly craned his head, surprised by how his body simply acted.
“I will never grow tired of marking your skin,” you whispered the confession into the crook of his neck. Your teeth grazed over his flawless skin, making him shiver. You enjoyed - immensely - marking his skin, enjoyed how easily he bruised, and how quickly he healed to repeat the process all over again the next night. “And you may not remember now, but I know you love it when I do.”
“Louder,” you murmured. You nipped at his neck, adding to the countless amount of love bites you created. “I want the whole kingdom to hear you.”
Morpheus groaned.
“Again.”
A moan, faint and soft, rumbled in the back of his throat. Memories and reality clashed together, fueling his growing pleasure.
You sat back, and ran your hands down his chest. Biting your lip, you slipped your hands under his shirt.
His breath stuttered.
Your delicate fingers traced over every curve, every taunt muscle, every inch of his body. To you, his body was an instrument. You knew where to touch to draw out such lovely sounds, to create a symphony of pleasure. Slowly, you lifted up his shirt, revealing the body you had seen dozens upon dozens times before. The body of a friend, the body of a lover, the body of your husband.
Before you could ask, Morpheus sat up, shucked off his coat and shirt then tossed it all onto the floor.
Excited, you started to remove your shirt, when his hands stopped you.
“May I?” He asked.
You smiled. “Of course.”
Taking the hem of your shirt, he carefully lifted it up and over your head, throwing it into the pile he created. His eyes fell to your body - a body he had not seen before, but his hands knew of it. They danced over your skin, running over your curves and edges. Like muscle memory.
Yet, he did not touch you where you wanted him to. You swiftly unclipped your bra, adding it to the pile on the floor.
Morpheus, however, stared, transfixed by you.
“You can touch me,” you whispered. “I want you to touch me.”
His hands brushed up your sides and cupped your bare breasts. You let out a breathy sigh, and dropped your head forward. He gently played with them, kneading and occasionally pinching your hardened nipples. He was more enthralled by your soft moans that constantly tumbled out of your parted lips.
But, he quickly moved on.
One hand glided up your chest, and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you to him.
Your lips.
He could not get enough of your lips.
“Morpheus,” you mumbled as his lips left yours. “What are you doing?”
He smiled, one that hid secrets. “Can I not kiss the one I love?”
You huffed, smiling back at him. “You can, but here? In the library?“
He swooped in again, stealing another kiss. “I wish to kiss you wherever and whenever I please.”
Morpheus parted his lips, and slipped his tongue in your mouth. It swirled around, savoring each second. He knew without thinking exactly how to render you into a mess.
And a mess you were becoming.
You whimpered, and clung to him. You rolled your hips, needing just a bit of friction.
Morpheus moaned in your mouth.
Empowered by it, you rolled your hips again.
He swiftly broke the kiss, releasing a shaky breath. All of this was insanity, but he wouldn’t stop - couldn’t.
And neither could you.
You were becoming relentless.
You kissed up and down his neck, and soon nipped at him. The first of many marks to come. He hummed, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You bit him again, and again, sucking on his bruisable skin. He groaned, holding you tighter.
“I will make you remember me,” you promised.
He shivered. Such an exciting promise.
You pushed him back down. And he willingly complied.
Smiling, you then began to kiss down his chest. Occasionally, biting and sucking at his skin.
He sighed, closing his eyes.
Marking up his chest, you moved farther and farther downwards. You kissed each of his hips, then paused - paused at the waistband of his pants, clearly in the way. You peered up at him.
He cracked open his eyes, glancing down at you. His heart soared at such a sight: you peering up through your lashes with a teasing smile on your swollen lips. Licking his lips, he nodded - a quick jerk.
Your smile widened.
Undoing his pants, you swiftly discarded all the layers of confining fabrics, including his underwear. The King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realm laid completely bare before you, with red splotches dotted over his once perfect skin, just like so many times before.
Your eyes fell to his hardened cock. Biting back a smile, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it.
He tilted his chin back, groaning through clenched teeth. With the barest feathery touch, pleasure - unadulterated pleasure - surged through him. Pleasure he didn’t know of, but his body certainly did.
“Remember all of our nights spent together.” You teasingly stroked him. His mouth fell open, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Remember how some of those nights I had you begging.”
“Say it, Morpheus.”
Morpheus sprawled out on his back. Sweat covered his forehead, making his usually chaotic hair lay down flat. He was left utterly breathless. His hand was tangled in your hair, tugging on it in a silent plea to keep going. He licked his lips, and mumbled, “Please.”
You smirked, peering up at him with your face nestled between his legs. You peppered butterfly kisses up his cock. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
Morpheus moaned.
Your thumb ran over his tip collecting his precum. Your movements were painstakingly slow, easing him - or torturing him in his case - to his high.
He greedily bucked his hips.
“Patience,” you purred, “I need you to remember all of it.”
You let go of him, and he nearly whined.
“Remember how my lips feel against your skin.” You nipped his hip, bruising him further. “Remember how my hands trail over your body.” Your hands skimmed up his sides, sending waves of goosebumps. “Remember how I whisper and moan in your ear.” You crawled on top of him, and ducked your head and gently blew at his ear. He shivered. “Remember how much you mean to me.”
“I love you.”
Morpheus froze. He slowly turned, looking at you. You were gaping like a fish, stunned by your own sudden confession.
“I … I do,” you mumbled, finding your voice again, “and you don’t have to say anything right now. I just … I just thought you should know. I love you, Morpheus.”
He stayed silent, his expression was blank.
Embarrassed, you glanced away.
“Love … love is something I know of fondly, and I also know of the heartbreak and ruin that inevitably follows.” His voice was barely above a whisper as the truth spilled out.
You peered back over at him.
His expression was now soft, and full of love and adoration. He gently cupped your face, bringing you close to him. He pressed his forehead to yours, letting his world be consumed by you. He smiled, “But with you, it feels … different. I know it will be. You keep me grounded, and I am safe and home with you by my side. You, my love, are my guiding star - my North Star, always bringing me back to you. So yes, I do love you. I love you more than you could ever fathom.”
You pulled away from him, looking down at his lust filled eyes - the dark void overtaking the pristine blue galaxies.
You quickly shimmed out of your pants and underwear, wanting to fill his needs, wanting him to come back to you.
You hovered over him. The tip of his cock skimmed over your wet folds. You cursed under your breath. While, Morpheus’s hands latched onto your hips, excited and relieved. He almost pushed you down himself. But, thankfully, you finally gave in.
You sank down on him, enjoying how he stretched and filled you.
His jaw clenched. Heavenly, would be one word to describe such a sensation. Addicting, would be another.
Your hands rested on his chest. You began to move your hips up and down - savoring it, memorizing it. How deliciously full you felt, how easily he meddled with your body.
Countless nights spent like this, countless nights of love and passion, countless nights of whispered confessions. You wouldn’t lose him, you couldn’t.
Your nailed dragged down his chest as you found a steady rhythm.
A moan rumbled in his throat.
His hands moved up and splayed across your back. He then, surprising himself, sat up. He was so desperate to have you closer. It was cold without your skin pressed up against his.
Cold and lonely.
Smiling at him, your hands moved to his shoulders for support. You continued to bounce, an easy languid pace, watching as pleasure washed over his features. Your fingers played with the edges of his hair, occasionally tugging on him sending shivers down his spine.
Then, you rolled your hips.
Waves of pleasure coursed through Morpheus. He dropped his head, nuzzling his face into your neck. His heavy breath fanned over your hot skin.
“Look at me, Morpheus, please.” His head fell back, staring up at you with dazed eyes. You smiled, and pressed your forehead to his. “I’m right here. I got you.”
Looking into your eyes, he was lost within them.
Lost within the surge of memories.
Each one zipped by, each one beautiful and loving, from the moment you met to the last one - him kissing you goodbye before he left for the Waking. It was a chaotic whirlwind, leaving him dizzying and his heart pounding.
He blinked as tears welled up, he matched your smile and cupped your face. “My star.”
Your heart skipped. Is he -
“My sweet star,” he pressed his lips to yours, “how could I forget you.”
You laughed, almost about to cry with absolute joy. “Morpheus, my Dream, welcome back.”
He kissed you again, loving how your lips fit against his. The perfect puzzle piece, his other half, his guiding star.
He carefully flipped you around, gently laying you on your back. He smiled down at you, brushing away a tear that escaped your eye. Your smile was wide, and beautiful as ever. He loved your smile, loved how you lit up a room with it.
He rolled his hips, and his cock slid out and back in.
Your smile dropped as you let out a breathy moan.
He also loved to hear such sounds from you.
He buried his face into your neck. “My star, my love. Forgive me.”
You grabbed his face, making him look at you, “There is nothing to apologize for.”
Smiling, he took your hand, kissing your knuckles - kissing your ring. “Then allow me, your loving husband, to take care of you.”
He rocked his hips again.
You sighed in wonderful bliss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down to you. Each stroke filled you, each one hit all the right spots. Oh, it was great to have him back.
His hand trailed down your side, stopping at your thigh. In an instant, he swiftly hooked your leg up and over his shoulder. An intense bloom of pleasure coursed through you. You moaned loudly and unabashedly as you arched your back.
“How could I forget such beautiful sounds,” Morpheus hummed.
He snapped his hips.
You whimpered. Your nails clawed at his back. Ribbons of red slashed over his already bruised skin. He moved at a new, deliciously, unforgiving pace. Each stroke you saw stars. You barely could catch your breath.
“Morpheus,” you moaned.
“Hmm, how could I forget such beauty.” He lifted your hips, hitting a new spot.
You gasped.
The sinful sounds of skin smacking together, the sounds of him sliding in and out, the sounds of his heavy breathing and deep soothing voice - it was nearly too much. His hands re-explored what he had almost forgotten. He needed to touch you, touch every part of you. They grazed up your sides, and pinched one of your nipples.
You moaned.
“Never again.” He whispered.
He mercilessly pounded into you, committing every second to memory. He dared not forget a single second.
Your walls clamped around him, you would not last much longer. “Morpheus,” you warned him.
“Let me see it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Let me see what I’ve nearly forgotten.”
He would not forget you.
He would not forget how your lips fell apart as you cried out in pleasure, how your head tilted back into the pillows, how your eyes fluttered close and bliss overtook you. Smirking, he fiercely continued to work you through your orgasm, remembering how he loved to watch as you withered in overwhelming pleasure, as you clung to him whispering his name over and over. All of it was divine. Sweet bliss. He quickly followed, reaching his own end, as your name tumbled off his lips.
But, you swallowed up his sounds. You hungrily kissed him, drawing him down to you.
Morphues chuckled in the back of his throat.
You pulled away, cupping his face as he hovered over you. “Don’t you dare let something like that happen again.”
He smiled sweetly. “I promise.”
He bent down kissing you again. You hummed, thankful the cruel nightmare was over. Your Dream was back.
He whispered into your lips, “But, I will not object if this is how to regain my memories of you.”
You huffed through your nose. You brought him down onto the bed, so you could hold him properly, to have your husband back in your arms. “Later. Right now, I just want to stay right here like this.”
He wrapped his arms around you, grateful to be back. “As you wish, my star.”
Never again.
He will remember you, forever and always.
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Kinktober Prompts #12
Prompt: Somnophilia
Dream of the Endless x The Corinthian x fem!reader
WC: 500
Additional tags: biting, double penetration
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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You sat in a lush green garden with a pomegranate in hand.
“Allow me,” Dream offered before plucking it from you; he pried the fruit apart, red juice oozing down his hands. You shared the treat with him, eyes glued to his mouth as it flushed red.
You jolted in your sleep, Dream’s face buried between your thighs as his tongue circled lazily around your clit. A soft moan spilled from your parted lips before you drifted back to the Dreaming.
Gray began to bleed into the azure skies. With juice still dripping down your chin, you lifted your head as the Corinthian traced his thumb over your lips.
“Seems you’ve made a mess,” he grinned, teeth dazzling white and sharp.
You whined as Cori sank his teeth into your shoulder hard enough to break your skin, and hot blood bubbled to the surface. The sweet elixir of life.
The two advanced on you, fingers ripping at your clothing until you laid bare before them. Hands roaming and squeezing your supple flesh. You felt brazen, consumed by burning desire as you greedily kissed both.
“Take me,” you begged, yearning for them to break you apart and swallow you whole.
Heat prickled your skin, trapped between each man. Fingers working you open.
“You’re gonna take us both, baby, won’t that feel nice? Stuffed nice and full,” Corinthian whispered into your ear.
You merely mewled in response, caught in the hazy space of slumber and the waking world. Your body felt heavy as pleasure throbbed through you. You ached for everything they gave you.
Your fingers ran through Dream’s silken, raven locks as his mouth wrapped around your nipple. Corinthian nipped at the tender skin of your inner thighs. Blue and gray skies swirled overhead. Blond and Black. Dark and Light.
Need surging through you, clit throbbing.
“More,” you begged.
Dream chuckled darkly against your neck.
“Greedy girl, huh?” Cori mused.
Fingers crooked inside you, pressing against that sweet spot that almost sent you toppling over the edge. Dream guided your leg to rest across Cori’s hip.
“Relax and breathe.” The rich timbre of his voice vibrated through you.
Gnawing need. Voracious hunger. It all blurred into one as you grasped their flesh and left burning kisses behind. You could no longer tell where your body ended and where theirs began—bleeding into one as three consumed each other in debauched pleasure. A depraved Garden of Eden.
Sweat beaded on your neck as you took them both inside. Stretched wide by a sweet, delicious burning.
“You’re taking us so well, sweetling,” Dream praised.
Your nose pressed against Cori’s dark sunglasses, breath leaving a fog behind. Your hands splayed out, gripping at their flesh as best you could as their cocks split you open. Unsure if you were in the dream or reality. The overwhelming sensation overtook you as you toppled into an orgasm.
Enveloped between a nightmare and a dream, filled to the brim by each, is where you finally succumbed to slumber.
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Of Nightmares and Darkness | Morpheus x fem!reader
Description: your infatuation with Morpheus starts with a nightmare, how will it end?
Warnings: +18, Filthy SMUT, angst, nightmare description, claustrophobia (confined spaces), nyctophobia (fear of dark), praising kink, degrading kink, fem!masturbation, oral (male receiving), Dom!Morpheus, sub!reader. Fluff at the end.
Words: +5k! Got extremely carried out, felt Tumblr needed much more Morpheus smut.
Song suggestion: Crazy in love - Sofia karlberg.
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Every night, falling asleep was the hardest thing you had to do. Not because you had trouble sleeping, but because of the nightmares that haunted you.
Every. Single. Night.
Sighing, you plopped on your bed staring at the ceiling, you fell asleep easily every night worn out from work, but you always woke up in the middle of your sleep panting, heavily sweating, clutching your chest to ease the tightness that's crushing your lungs. It could happen several times in one night. Different nightmares. Different stories.
You -like many of other people- suffered from some phobias, but you bet not all people dream about them.
In your room you always had a small light on, you didn't dare sleep -or sit- in a completely dark room. Your room was noticably wide, making the rest of the apartment look small, but you also couldn't bear the idea of staying in a small or closed space. You felt like you couldn't breathe or think.
Trying to stay awake, you grabbed your phone and started to look up "Dreams". Every other night you choose a topic to read about, and today was dreams, since you scarcely had a nice one.
Link after link, site after site, there was one thing that caught your attention as you yawned, a quote, or rather a poem? You didn't know, it said:
"Call for Morpheus,
He shall save you from the dark,
Call for Morpheus,
He shall guide you to your light"
Sitting upright in your bed, your stomach churning, you didn't know why you had this feeling in your gut that you were meant to see this.
Hesitating, your fingers hovered over the search bar, you took a deep breath then wrote: Morpheus.
Morpheus
God of dreams and nightmares, king of the dreaming.
God of dreams? And nightmares? You didn't want to believe this. No, you really didn't. But we all know the saying.
Curiosity.
You started digging more into the matter, searching deep, you found a sketch drawn, you didn't know to whom it belonged, if it's real or not. A sketch of a slender, pale man, high cheekbones, ruffled black hair, long black coat with a raven on his shoulder, a ruby adorning his neck, and a leather pouch in his hand. Underneath the image you saw the name: Morpheus.
Checking the time you found it nearing midnight, you exhaled loudly, closing all the tabs, not wanting to read anymore or let the matter get into your mind. Switching on the little lamp, you pulled up the covers and slept on your side, facing the window in your room.
Darkness. Tight space.
You felt trapped in a coffin. It was pitch black, you couldn't see your own hand, your breathing quickened, feeling your hands tremble and your legs shake, you started gasping loudly, feeling the adrenaline going so high you thought you'd pass out. That'd be more merciful than what you're feeling now. You knew it was a nightmare, but you could feel it in every sense of the word, as if it was really happening to you. Your bones weakening, hands grasping your shirt fighting to breathe. Suddenly you remembered the words you read:
"Call for Morpheus,
He shall save you from the dark,
Call for Morpheus,
He shall guide you to your light."
Fighting to speak and breathe, you started saying his name as much as you could.
"Morpheus." Gasping.
"Morpheus." Panting.
"Morpheus."
You felt darkness swallow you until you couldn't breathe anymore, your sight fading...
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Morpheus opened his eyes abruptly, sitting on his throne, he heard his name being called. He thought it was chanting or, perhaps, someone praying. But then he heard the desperation in the voice, the pants, hard intakes of breaths. Morpheus found himself in your nightmare, everything dark. He saw you struggling to move, clutching your chest desperately, your other hand on your imagined coffin trying to steady yourself, you kept calling his name until he thought you'd faint. Swaying his coat, stars littered the darkness around you, small light dots swirled around you, the darkness lightening bit by bit.
Swiping his hand, galaxies and bright, big stars erupted in fire works as the coffin turned into a vast space, the universe itself surrounding you, you almost felt like floating..
Eyes watering from the intensity, your breathing evened, your lungs were full of oxygen again, adrenaline lessining, you sat upright looking in front of you, seeing a hazy figure, no matter how hard you squinted you couldn't see him...
You woke up with a startle. Looking at the clock you saw it was nearly 5 in the morning. For your usual non-existing sleeping program, that was progress.
Pulling off the covers, you went into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, you weren't used to sleeping for long periods anyway. Having eaten, you took a bath to relax, today was your day off anyways and you didn't want to waste it moping at home. Wearing your sneakers you went out for a run. Mind wandering to Morpheus, you remembered your nightmare, the words you read, the name you called for and the epic change from the worst nightmare to the most beautiful of dreams. You remembered the hazy figure you saw in front of you. Passing the library you halted your tracks. Entering it, you started searching through the books, not really knowing what you're searching for. Passing by Greek Mythology books, you saw a dark blue cover, golden letters carved into the leather: Morpheus.
Your breath hitched and your pulse quickened, your shaky hands extended to get the book. Opening it, you found some pages in Greek while others were in English, which was probably impossible to find.
Sitting, you started reading:
"In the darkness, Morpheus, the God of Dreams, awakened to a world where he and only he wielded power. As the Son of Hypnos and Pasithea, Morpheus is very powerful. The fact he was able to put the Gods of Olympus and most of Greece to sleep with little effort, he is a force to be reckoned with. Morpheus is able to put mortals and gods to sleep. As the God of dreams, Morpheus has the power to manipulate the dreams of others, both Gods and mortals. Morpheus creates both dreams and nightmares. Everything in the dreaming world is under his command. In your sleep, you belong to him."
Your body shivered to the words, other pages had sketches to what Morpheus might look like, some sketched him as a demon, some with wings, but the most fascinating were his sketches as human. His face was sharp, body covered in his black coat, eyes shining with golden specks, similar to the sketch you saw yesterday, you suspected he was the one in your dream.
Weeks passed by as your infatuation with Morpheus grew heavy, by the time you almost had no nightmares, all your dreams were about him and him only. You knew you had gone insane, all this sleep loss made you obsessed with the God of dreams. When you slept, you pictured him standing in front of you, tormentingly close, his cool breath almost fanning your face, plush pink lips hovering slightly over yours. Every time you move to touch him, you wake up.
The lights went out one night, the whole street was dark, moon light wasn't that strong.
You were so restless you couldn't close your eyes, you started writhing in the bed, what if you're late to work tomorrow? Will they finally fire you? How will you find another job? Are you always gonna be this lonely? When will the light return? Why is it so dark? Why does the room feel so small?
Thought swirled quickly in your mind, panick immensed inside of you, making it hard for you to lay on your bed, you got up feeling light headed. Your head pounding, legs weak, you didn't know what to do.
"Morpheus" You panted in the air as you leaned into the wall, your lungs collapsing as anxiety took over you.
"Look at me" A deep, rough voice echoed through your room, barely reached your ringing ears. Arms held your hands as you clung tightly to the man in front of you. Feeling yourself being seated, your hold tightening on the man's arms.
"Look me in the eyes." You raised your head slowly, gasping softly as you were met with the face that conquered your dreams for many nights.
He sat you on the bed, kneeling in front of you, holding you in your place, his hands leaving your arms to plant themselves on both sides of your bed.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked. His voice melody to your ears, raspy and deep, it shook your heart violently. Your head spinning, not knowing how to answer you nodded, way too slow for him to believe so. He kept his gaze focused on you, your eyes studying him, his features, his hands, long fingers graced the bed sheets, marble white body clad in black clothes, the famous black coat that you dreamt of countless times.
He noticed your eyes travelling all over him. Standing up, he walked around your room, studying it. His eyes fell on a book, Morpheus.
He glanced at you, watching you fiddle with your hands in your lap, biting your lip nervously. He almost smirked, but he wouldn't yet give you that satisfaction. Morpheus knew how infatuated with him you were, your dreams of him, your fantasies of his coat, his body. He saw it all and he knew you knew that. Skimming the pages of the book, he wondered if you'll ever break the silence.
You eagerly eyed him, his stance powerful in the dark room, now lit by a small white lantern in the corner, which you were sure belonged to Morpheus. Your heart beat rapidly, you remembered your dreams. There's one sinful dream you were ashamed of.
His coat splayed on the bed, you sleeping naked over it, your legs wide open, you were so horny and wet that you had floods between your legs, covering your folds, your clit, dripping down your inner thighs. You were in your room, dimly lit, a scent of magic and stardust in the air, your hands moving from your neck down to your breasts in a teasing motion, your fingers twirling both your nipples making your pussy gush juices, you moaned at the feeling, you wanted them to be Morpheus', not yours. You sighed as your right hand moved down your waist, gripping your hip bone making your back arch, knowing this is a soft spot. Travelling lower, your fingers started massaging your folds agonizingly slow, imagining them to be Morpheus' fingers teasing you, edging you. Picturing his face between your legs, you entered one finger into your cunt, followed by another, wanting to feel full to the brim, you started imagining his throbbing cock, tip red and swollen, you moaned at the thought. You brought your other hand to play with your clit as you started moving your fingers faster, circling your clit in rhythm with your fingers.
"Oh, God yes." You panted, feeling your walls flutter around your fingers. "Morpheus" you moaned loudly, "Morpheus, please. I need you." You whined loudly, feeling your pussy clench. "Need your mouth on my lips, my tits, fuck yes," you arched your back as you felt his coat brush against it, intensifying your pleasure. "Need to feel you inside of me," you sigh dreamily as you felt your pleasure coming to an end. "Need to feel your mouth between my legs, fuck me raw until I can't breathe. Ruin me for all men." You gasped as you started rocking your hips into your fingers. "Morpheus, fuck yes, Morpheus please." You moaned sinfully as your orgasm washed over you, your body shook over the coat, your fingers thrusting inside of you helping yourself ride your orgasm, the finger on your clit moved to your left tit to grip it tightly. Your body stilled, heavy breaths filled the air as your room screamed sex.
Blushing furiously after remembering your dream, your eyes followed Morpheus' every move, until he turned to face you, walking to where you're sitting, coming to a stop directly in front of you. He was very tall, compared to you sitting, he hovered over you, your face meeting his torso, you felt ashamed you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.
"Eyes on me." You heard him. He wasn't asking, it was an order.
Your eyes travelled slowly up until they fell on his.
"Isn't it rude not to greet who you've sinfully longed for?" He looked down at you, feeling his breath fan your face your body shuddered in delight.
"It is." You answered.
"So you can speak." He said, faking amusement.
"I wondered when will that pretty voice of yours come out, considering that day my whole realm heard you screaming my name. Begging for me." His voice lowered even more, eyes daring you to deny. Your cheeks fired, hands felt sweaty, you felt trapped. His gaze was a hunting one, a predator's gaze to his prey.
"I'm sorry" you said, feeling nervous but aroused, your wetness soaking your shorts.
He clicked his tongue, fingers grazing your cheek. "That's not the answer I am looking for." The back of his hand travelled down to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. Your skin lit fire in the places he caressed.
"What was it the answer you're looking for?" You asked. His eyes snapped up to yours.
"This." Lips dipping to the curve of your neck, he kissed you very lightly, then he started sucking the spot making your body jerk towards his as the loudest of moans left your mouth. Your moans were slutty to say the least, and he didn't even do anything to you yet.
"So eager. So hungry for me. Tell me, what is it you crave in me?" He leaned back, standing straight as he looked at you. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving as you felt your blood raging to your core.
"I," you shut yourself. This was your chance. Choose your words wisely. "I need all of you. I want you to give me everything you have." You said as excitement filled your eyes.
He chuckled.
"You can't handle that."
"I can. Try me."
"Are you daring me, mortal?" Challenge covered his eyes. You felt your nipples harden, your hands shaking as you felt the seam of your shorts against your clit, you craved friction.
"Yes." You hoped you won't regret that.
In a second, you found yourself spread on the bed, completely naked, all your clothes lost. You gasped, mind clouding with heat, needing friction between your thighs, you rubbed them.
Morpheus hands came down on your knees, pushing your legs apart so wide to the point you felt them strain, you felt his long coat under you, as he rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up.
"You. Need a lesson in discipline." You instantly moaned at his words.
"Such a dirty woman." He said, eyes hungry.
Morpheus licked his lips eagerly, eating your body with his eyes.
"Lay down on your front, ass up." Commanded his voice. Your core was dripping by now and the position you're about to take will make you completely exposed to him.
You did as he asked feeling shy all of a sudden, you kept squirming under his gaze, trying to close your legs so he won't see how wet you are.
You felt his heat behind without him touching you, so close to you feeling the ghost of his pants.
You felt one of his hands caress your inner thigh.
You felt him lean forward until his mouth was beside your ear, his breath fanning your neck.
"Open those legs for me, this position was not made for you to hide from my eyes." Each word felt like a sin coming out of his mouth, you kept from moaning as you nodded your head. His right hand caressed your ass gently, travelling up to squeeze your hip, waist, reaching the curve of your breast, Morpheus caught your tit in his hand kneading it slowly feeling you shiver under him, his eyes glued to your side as your mouth hung open, eyes closed.
"Looking so good for me" he said almost lovingly, you whimpered as his fingers took turns rolling your nipple and rubbing it, God you could cum like that.
"Please" you whispered trying to buck your hips backwards but the hand on your inner thigh gripped it painfully.
You felt his hand leave your breast, coming in contact with your ass. Feeling the pleasure your head rolled back to look at him. You saw his eyes turned to the darkest shades of green with a rim of gold.
"I will punish you first, then the rest comes, if you deserve it." He said as his hand left your inner thigh making you whimper in pain, only for it to grip your neck, choking you softly making you gasp.
His hand slapped you in the same spot making you wiggle touching his pants.
"Now you wouldn't want to ruin my pants, do you?" His face came so close to yours as his hand kept choking your neck, craning it backwards to meet his gaze. You shook your head, tears of frustration brimming in your eyes, feeling your cunt burn for the King who's handling you too good for your mortal brain to comprehend.
"Choose your punishment"
"Slap me"
"Where?"
You move your pussy back to touch him making him exhale at your wetness.
He flipped you around, hands hovering over you, eyes boring holes into yours.
Morpheus smirked as his hand slapped your pussy hard, making you buck your hips up, moaning loudly.
"Count for me"
"One"
Slap. "Two"
Slap. "Three"
You felt your core weeping, feeling your wetness on the curve of your ass, your legs inhumanely wide just to please him.
By the time he hit the tenth slap, you were a shivering mess below him, tears streaming down your face, hands grasping his coat tightly, whimpers of his name leaving your lips like a prayer.
Morpheus' hand came up to caress your cheek tenderly, his face coming so close, his lips brushed against yours. "What was it you said? Ruin me for all men?" He asked, your eyelids fluttering shut at the proximity of his voice, his warm lips.
"I think, I'll ruin you for all gods."
Morpheus' cool hand cupped your core making your eyes snap open, gasping softly, his cool hand a relieving contrast to your burning core.
"I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me."
"Yes, m-my Lord." You struggled to say as you tried to buck your hips into his hand.
"Someone's seeking relief and being obedient."
Standing up, Morpheus unbuttoned his shirt, your eyes following his every move until it ended on the floor, your mouth agape at the heavenly sight greeting you, he belonged with marble statues not your bedroom.
His hands went lower to his pants, unbuttoning and discarding them, you can see now how hard he is, his cock straining hard against the fabric, you crawled to him, face level with his boner, you looked at him for permission.
His jaw went tense before nodding. Sitting up on your knees, you caressed his chest with your hands, feeling every ridge and every muscle, his skin soft and cool to touch. Your hands reached the hem of his garment, you felt his pulse beneath your hands, breathing softly you undressed him, watching his swollen cock spring free, your mouth watered involuntarily wanting to taste him, feel him throbbing against your tongue as you lick the vein on his base.
"Lay back."
You looked up at him, worried that he won't let you taste him. He smirked knowingly.
You crawled back up the bed until your head hit the pillows, he came after you, straddling your torso, legs resting on your sides, his hand leaning on the headboard for support, his cock directly in front of your face.
Everything disappeared at this moment, you felt like cumming on the spot.
Morpheus leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth with ease, you couldn't fight him. His other hand went down to your breast, kneading it softly, thumb again brushing your nipple.
You whimpered against his mouth, feeling flushed all over, extremely weak in his arms.
"Morpheus." You panted looking at his eyes, your hand coming up to touch his on your breast.
"I want to taste you." You said looking at his cock. He let the headboard free along with your breast making you miss his touch immediately.
He readjusted your head on the pillow, giving you more space.
Morpheus' hands grabbed each of your tits, pushing his cock between them, he started thrusting slowly, feeling your soft flesh caress him, he threw his head back sucking in a breath. You watched him with awe, he could never be more beautiful, hair tousled, lips parted, neck flushed with heat. The feeling of his thick, long dick between your breasts made you look, pleasured noises leaving you. You opened your mouth, wanting him to thrust his tip in it. Knowing your need, Morpheus put his hand at the back of your neck, supporting it, he thrust his tip into your mouth. You sucked at it slowly, rolling your tongue around it while looking up at him with wide eyes. Seeing you like this, spread out for him, so hungry and willing to take him whole wherever he wants, Morpheus felt a fire ignite in his soul, his eyes burning with desire for you.
He kept thrusting his tip teasing you, making you more desperate for him, by this moment you no longer cared what you wanted, you just needed to please him properly.
You put your hand on the back of his, behind your head, guiding more of him into your mouth. Morpheus exhaled loudly, whether of relief or pleasure you wanted to give him your best.
Sitting a bit up, you adjusted so you can suck him better, you started swirling your tongue around him, doing cat licks at the tip.
Morpheus let out the first moan, one of pure ecstasy. The voices he emitted ignited you more, bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper, he wrapped your hair around the hand holding your neck, roots tugging softly you moaned around his cock making it jerk in your mouth. Morpheus head hung low looking at you in the eyes, mouth hung open in awe at your face stuffed with his cock, he thrusted deeper, feeling your throat close around his tip, you evened your breathing to prevent gagging. Letting you breathe, you took more of him until you reached his base, hugging his thighs with your arms you drove your head deeper until your nose was so close to his skin. Morpheus was a gasping mess, his pale face turned red, plump lips biting themselves to hold from filling you with his cum. He wanted to fuck his cum into you, feel it mix with your wetness as your pussy took all of him greedily.
He groaned at the thought, tugging you off him, you were gasping for breath.
Morpheus travelled down your body, lips nipping at your neck, hands holding your waist, he started marking your stomach, down to your lower belly.
Hovering over your now flooded pussy, he looked up at you and what a sight it was.
"Do you want me here?" He asked as the slightest of smirks graced his face. He was well aware of your dreams both in the dreaming and waking worlds, he was sure you needed him most there.
"I remember you needed my mouth on your lips, breasts and between your legs. Is that right?" Morpheus teased your slit with two fingers running up and down agonizingly slow , wetness collecting at the tips of his fingers. You looked him in the eye, you knew you played a game you'd definitely love to lose, but you were so turned on you didn't want to back down, you only wanted to spur him further, you wanted him to take you until you collapsed.
"I also said I wanted your majesty to fuck me raw until I can't breathe."
Sensing the sarcasm in your voice, Morpheus' face hardened. Oh fuck.
Cupping your clit with his lips, sucking at it wholly, you arched your back off the bed as you started shaking. Gasping his name you clawed at his coat under you, wanting anything to hold you down as pleasure shot straight to your nerves. Your hands tugged at his hair. You felt yourself tightening with searing hot pleasure coursing through your body, so close to cum.
Suddenly everything stopped. Tears streamed down from your eyes, your breath unable to reach your lungs properly. Morpheus took your hands off his head, pinning them above you.
"Disrespecting Morpheus and his powers. Making fun of Morpheus while your body begs for him in the most shameful ways." Morpheus moves up your body until his lips are against yours, his achingly hard cock touching your inner thigh. Fingers brushed against your lower lip, the rest of his hand on the side of your neck squeezing lightly.
"Shall I be your never ending nightmare? Everytime you close your eyes to sleep I'll be haunting your dreams, edging you, tasting you, riding you, then you'll wake up with no release. Would you want that?" You whined in protest as he entered his thumb in your mouth, holding your tongue.
"That's what I thought."
Freeing your hands, Morpheus lifted one leg on his shoulder, the other wrapping around his hips. This is it. Morpheus is gonna fuck you into oblivion.
You felt his cock at your entrance, his angry tip teasing you, going up and down your slit, he caught his cock and slapped your clit making you mewl in pleasure. Not able to take it any more, you waited until he adjusted at your entrance slowly pushing in, you bucked your hips forcefully driving his cock deep.
Both of you erupted in sinful moans, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling your soul leave your body.
Morpheus gasped, going all the way out, slamming into you feeling his tip brushing your cervix.
"Do you like it that way? Do you?" Morpheus started moving into you, slow, deep, strong thrusts driving you up the bed, his hands came to your waist holding you in place.
" Faster. Morpheus. Harder." You begged him. You were two thrusts away from cumming, being so worked up. Morpheus started moving faster, fulfilling your desires, he drove his hips harder into you, feeling you clenching around him made him growl in an animalistic way. His primal need taking over his mind, Morpheus felt your pussy tighten around him, your coil so tight it'd snap any minute, he wanted to please you and show you love at the same time.
He pressed one hand onto your lower abdomen.
"Can you feel me? Am so deep in you, ruining you for other men. Fucking you raw until you can't breathe." You were a shaky, sweating mess, all words in your brain lost, all thoughts incoherent.
One thing only vivid in your mind. Morpheus.
"Morph-eus, p-please. I n-need to c-cum for you." You begged quitely, unable to form a sentence.
"Will you be a good girl and scream for me like you did in your dream?" Morpheus rolled his hips swiftly, touching every spot that drove you absolutely wild.
"Morpheus! Fuck" you screamed so loud feeling every vein in his cock pulsing against your walls.
Groaning each time you scream, Morpheus opened your legs wider, you hugged his hips with your legs, caging him to your body, letting his weight fall over your body, he took you in his arms, your hands instantly gripping his shoulders.
The new angle made him hit your spot better, eyes seeing stars you felt your orgasm so high up you thought you'd faint. His hand came down to your clit, rubbing circles with each thrust of his.
"Let go, darling. I've got you. Give me all you've got." Morpheus' voice promised against your ear.
Screaming his name, your body convulsed in his muscular arms, feeling your orgasm shatter in pleasurable ways you couldn't imagine.
"You're doing so good for me, taking me so well like you were made for me." Morpheus praised you, chasing his own high, feeling your aftershocks against his cock, he felt your fingers holding his back, hot and needy. He drove faster into you, your second orgasm already at your door.
"Morpheus, Morpheus fuck." You moaned shamefully.
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your chanting of his name driving him wild. Biting his earlobe, you sucked on his pulse, your hand travelling down to caress his balls.
Morpheus groaned deeply in your ear, snapping his hips roughly, you came in his arms, convulsing like mad, feeling his hot cum fill you up to the brim.
Morpheus came and for seconds kept fucking his cum into you, listening to the noise you both made with your need for each other.
You struggled to breathe as you tried fanning yourself, coming down from your very pleasuring high.
"Was that as good as the dream?" Morpheus asked, face resting on your chest as he looked at you, still inside of you.
"Morpheus, I-" you hesitated. You didn't know what to do or say. You felt love swell your heart. You thought it was lust but now you know, you've fallen for the King of dreams.
" I've never felt this beauty, this pleasure, this love and desire." You whispered softly.
"Love? You haven't seen any love." Morpheus said. "Yet." He added quickly making your eyes snap up at his.
Slowly, his coat started surrounding you both, shielding you from the outside world, getting darker, you were starting to feel scared.
Morpheus' eyes vowed to make you safe, as the coat started shining very softly, stars with dim light shone around you. Just like your first dream of him.
The feeling was more delightful than anything you've ever felt, you felt..... Whole.
Morpheus body connected with yours like you were one, it was indeed lust-driven, but you knew you couldn't deny the flame that burned deep inside you once you found his book, you knew you'd fall for him.
"Morpheus." You whispered, playing with his hair.
"I am here, love. No need to call for me." He kissed your sternum softly you barely missed his lips.
"I feel safe." You admitted.
Morpheus' eyes shone in adoration, possessiveness and the instinct of protecting you multiplying inside of him.
He moved to your side, holding you close to his firm chest, face buried in your neck, he pecked it softly rubbing small circles on your shoulder.
Your mind wandered, what if he leaves? He has to go somehow, sometime. You felt your heart tug at the idea, picturing yourself without him.
"No need for these doubts. I am not leaving you, if I ever shall not be here, all you have to do is just call the name. Call my name. I have came to you every time you called for me, not even knowing I was there. I will always be here." He pressed a long kiss to your shoulder, your doubts faded, you wanted to feel warm and safe for once in your disturbed life.
Holding his arm tighter against yours, you relaxed into his body.
"I am crazy for you, Morpheus." You admitted in the air, coming out from you almost a whisper.
"I call it love." A rare, earnest smile adorned his lips.
You were crazy in love.
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The First Corruption pt. 1 ~Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) xFem Eve!reader
Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) tempting Eve… Lucifer uses they/them. Perhaps a second part where there is a happy ending…?
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, religious talk, smut, Virgin!reader, fingering, tongue fucking, eating out, corruption kink, praise kink, bondage kink, gagging kink, sex with the devil, etc…
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The Creator had done many things over the life times of humanity, but the one thing he really messed up on was you. Or as The Creator liked to call you: Eve.
You despised that name. The second you died, you had changed it. And only The Creator and his followers still dared to call you that. You scoffed at the creation story. You were created for Adam for fucks sake. I mean, how sexist was that?? You couldn’t believe that The Creator wouldn’t suspect you to stray.
Especially when the other option was a tempting, tall, blonde, corrupted goddess… You still remember the day vividly… The day your world turned upside down… The day you picked your own side.
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You were in a separate part of the Eden after fighting with Adam. He didn’t trust you to go off without him. What an asshole. You were determined to prove him wrong, so you and stormed off. You were caring for the nature when you sensed a presence watching you.
You weren’t as blind as Adam and The Creator painted you out to be…
“Whose there?” You asked.
A dark, looming presence revealed themselves from the shadows.
“Only me, my dear…” the tall, white cloaked figure purred.
You gulped.
“You’re…” Your voice chocked out, not being able to finish your sentence.
The stunning presence chuckled, “Yes. I am. But you can call me Lucifer.”
The fact that The Creator’s followers still stick with the stupid snake story was such utter bullshit…
You gulped at their being. Your stomach moved around in a new, heated way… Your throat became dry… Your legs trembled, but not out of fear…
“What are you doing here?” you hesitantly asked.
Lucifer made their way closer to you, slowly pining you against the tree you were admiring.
“Well…” they purred into your ear, “I’ve been watching you for some time… and I could help but notice how… unsatisfied, you are…”
You gulped.
Looking back, Luci had been completely right. You were so innocent and unsatisfied before they came into your life…
“I’d like to propose something to you.”
“What…?” You whispered back, intimidated and flushed at their close presence.
“I believe you haven’t been shown how beautiful you truly are. You haven’t been shown true satisfaction and pleasure. Let me show it to you…” she purred into your ear, slightly nipping at your ear.
You breath fled from you.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You naively responded.
Lucifer chuckled, “I know you don’t. So here’s the proposition; Be with me, leave Adam and come with me. Let me own you instead of The Creator and Adam…”
You gulped at this. You considered the tempting, fallen angels proposal.
“Show me…” You spoke in a hushed tone, “Show me what you mean. What it would mean to be owned by you. And then I’ll decide.”
A devilish smirk plastered across Lucifer’s face.
“Deal.”
Lucifer’s eyes shifted at the sight of you and your innocence, they grew darker with lust.
“Be a good girl and sit yourself against this tree…” they instructed you.
The nickname made your body shiver… This all being new and exciting for you. You did as you were told. Lucifer sat himself in between your legs.
“What are you doing?” you inquired.
Lucifer chuckled at your purity, “I’m going to show you what true satisfaction is, Darling…”
Your heart beat started to race at their words.
“What should I do?”
“Nothing, love… just sit back and relax…” Lucifer reassured you.
Lucifer brought their hands down to your thighs, parting them. You gasped at the sensation. They smirked to find your pussy already soaked.
“Your soaked…” Lucifer remarked out aloud.
“I… I don’t understand…” you panted, starting to feel hot.
Lucifer met your needy, innocent eyes.
“You will…”
Lucifer waved their hand, and a pair of vibes came down from the tree. The vines gently grabbed your wrists, bringing them above your head and holding your wrists tightly in place.
“What…?” You breathlessly and dazed self questioned.
“Do you trust me, love?” Lucifer inquired.
“Yes.” You immediately responded, making Lucifer blush and hum in delight.
“Just one more thing…” Lucifer muttered, gering up to grab something and then kneeling back in front of your spread out legs.
“What’s that for?” You inquisitively asked the tall, fallen angel.
Lucifer held a piece of fruit from the tree you had been nurturing mere minutes ago.
“For your mouth, Darling.” Lucifer explained, as they stuffed your mouth with the supple, sweet fruit, “Wouldn’t want the entire cosmos to know who you belong to, now would we?”
You raised your eyebrow in confusion, and Lucifer couldn’t help but giggle at your innocence.
“You’ll see in just a second, my love…” Lucifer purred, bringing her face down to meet your wet cunt.
Your lower body fluttered at the proximity of the winged blonde. You squirmed against your restraints, the pain obvious but you didn’t seem to mind it…
Then all of a sudden, your felt a spasming, overwhelming, hot wave wash over your body. You cried out, the fruit muffling your moan, and clenched your legs instinctually around the fallen angels head. Lucifer moaned in your pussy at your reaction to just one lick of your cunt, sending even more sparks through your body. You mewled in response, tugging at your restraints.
Lucifer looked up at you, “Want me to stop?”
You shook your head desperately, making the Lightbringer grin a devilish grin. They went back to your throbbing pussy, and continued to lap through your folds at a slow and agonizing pace. They now held your thighs spread wide open with their glorious, black wings, so you didn’t crush their head from all your hip jerking at every contact with your touch starved cunt.
You cried out and begged, the restraints making you dizzy in such a delicious way. The fruit, sitting in your mouth and gagging your every cry of pleasure. It was dripping down your chin at this point from your teeth penetrating it’s skin.
God you looked so good being corrupted…
Lucifer began tongue fucking your aching core, adding a finger to your clit. You arched your back at the new sensation, tears streaming down your face. As much as the fruit was muffling your whimpers, mewls, and screams, Lucifer could still very much hear how much pleasure you were getting from this very non-innocent experience.
Your body began getting hotter and hotter, and you felt a tension start to build in every fiber of your being. You desperately tried to tell the glorious, winged being who was eating your cunt out like a starved man. Lucifer registered that you were close, as your walls were fluttering and tightening around her tongue more and more.
“Let go, Darling… Let go for me… Let it wash over you…” Lucifer encouraged you, as they picked up they pace of their tongue fuckings.
You cried out, the fruit gagging you, making you even more dizzy and tension filled. Suddenly, Lucifer sped up her motions on your clit, eliciting a scream from your gagged mouth.
Your whole body seemed to snap in that moment. Your legs shaked relentlessly… Waves of warmth and ecstasy crashed over your whole body… Your back arched against your restraints as your eyes rolled back… Lucifer greedily ate up your cum as you howled in pleasure.
But they didn’t give you any time to come down from your blinding high… Instead, they replaced her tongue, with their finger running through your folds. You yelped and whimpered at your sensitive folds being stimulated even further. Lucifer brought their cum splattered face up to your level, still swirling their finger in your juices.
“Such a good girl…” they praised you, before plunging their finger into your tight, overstimulated pussy.
You cried out in pleasure at their fingers inside your needy and desperate cunt.
“But I don’t think your quite satisfied…” they wickedly purred into your ear, as they thrusted into you.
You shook your head, desperately wanting more.
“Hmmm… Just like I thought…” Lucifer lustfully mused, “Adam could never properly satisfy you, could he?”
At that, Lucifer added another finger into your needy, fluttering cunt. You shook your head relentlessly at their question, making Lucifer smirk. They picked up their pace, thrusting deeper into your core and curling their fingers inside your pussy. Their lips were by your ear, as you cried out in pleasure by their actions.
Tears streamed down your face as you sloppily bucked your hips up to meet their thrusts. Lucifer let out breathy moans and obscenities into your ear, only spurring you on even more… The fruits juices were running down your breasts at this point. Lucifer hungrily gazed at the sight and lowered themselves to your sticky breasts. You groaned at the sight. They greedily licked and sucked all the juices of the fruit off your chest, around your breasts, and off your nipples.
It was all too much. The restraints… The fruit gag… The nipple play… Their dirty words in your ear… Their fingers squelching in and out of your cunt…
This time the orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You screamed in pleasure as it ravished through your body. Your head jolted back in pleasure, slamming against the tree…Your eyes rolled into seeing stars… You wrists squirmed against the vines… Your thighs fought against their wings… Your pussy squirting and clenched all around Lucifer’s fingers.
Lucifer moaned at the designer of you…They helped you down from your second, massive high, leaving you a panting, breathless mess. They gently removed their wings from your thighs, and their fingers from your dripping, sensitive cunt.
“You did so good, my love…” They purred into your ear, untying your wrists from the vines.
All you could do was whine in response. They took out the smushed fruit gag from your mouth, throwing it aside, and clashing their lips into yours. The kiss was a mixture of you, Lucifer, your cum, and the sweet nectar of the fruit gag. You both moaned into the kiss. Lucifer pulled away first, eliciting a whimper from you, causing Lucifer to chuckle at the sight of you.
“So darling, are you satisfied now?”
You bit your lip and eagerly nodded in response. Lucifer couldn’t help but blush at your response.
“Well… Will you be mine then?” They purred, nipping and marking your neck.
“Yes. I’m yours, forever…” you breathlessly moaned, as Lucifer bit into your neck drawing blood.
“Good girl…” they purred, “And let this eternal marking be a reminder of who you belong to…”
It was your turn to blush now.
But your time was cut off all too short that day…
From a distance you both heard Adam looking for you. You panicked, and for the first time noticed your naked body.
“Hey, it’s alright love.” Lucifer comforted you, “I have to go now, but we’ll be together again one day.”
“When?” You asked with a rushed tone, “When will I see you again??”
“Not for a while unfortunately, darling…” Lucifer confessed, sorrow lacing their tone, “But we’ll be together in the end. I must go now.”
As Lucifer got up to leave, you pulled them into one last kiss. It was full of emotion, care, and love. It was promise that you would see each other again one day.
Then Lucifer left. And Adam had found you, against the tree of knowledge with the forbidden fruits juices all over your chest…
Part 2 of Lucifer reuniting with Eve!reader 😏
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~Dreaming of him~
𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 2↫
warnings: smut and fluff, (less) p*orn with (more) feelings, oral s*ex (f! receiving), nudity
summary: reader falls asleep while thinking of Morpheus and has an e<rotic & emotional dream
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"Finally!"
A loud sigh of satisfaction left your lips when you collapsed on your bed, sinking into the soft sheets and warm furry blanket.
You always looked forward to that moment, especially after a long busy day like the one you had just barely survived. You felt tired, like your whole vital lymph had been drained out and even slightly feverish although you knew it was your usual migraine making your heart pound in your head like crazy.
You needed to close your eyes and have a good night's rest. Your sore muscles however were making it a bit too hard to find a good position to sleep into.
There was only one efficient way to help you relax, to ease your tensed body and although you were quite sleepy you convened that pleasuring the tiredness off your body was what you needed. To this end, you turned and laid on your back, spreading your legs a little under the sheets. Your hand crawled under your nightgown and slipped unceremoniously in your panties.
You couldn't just touch yourself, tough. It wouldn't work. You needed to make up a fantasy in your mind or else you'd still be wanking in the morning. Well, perhaps not the morning but it would definitely take you a lot more time than you were willing to sacrifice that night. You needed to make something up real quick and with that aim in mind you closed your eyes and started rubbing your fingers on your clitoris.
You gasped when your mind presented you an highlight of a few different memories, all associated with the same person or well, a supernatural being. Morpheus.
You have had a crush on him since the first time you saw him in The Dreaming. He had helped you with a particularly aggressive nightmare and since that night you had had a few other brief but pleasant encounters. Literally everything about him intrigued you and captivated you. Although, his voice was what attracted you the most. It was like a soothing balm for your very soul but at the same time a lit match that aflamed your whole body with passion.
And it was his voice that you tried to recall and replicate in your mind as you touched yourself, making it whisper whatever you needed to hear to whet your arousal. With his deep voice came a vivid image of him, his charming eyes wandering over your exposed skin and his full lips parting to kiss his way to the inside of your legs, getting closer and closer to the point where you wanted to be touched the most.
"Y/N... " He whispered and you flinched a bit, startled at how the voice in your head could sound so real.
"Y/N?"
Maybe a bit too real.
Your eyes flied open and you heart almost jumped out of your chest. He was right there, in front of you, on your bed, kneeling between your legs, his crystal eyes curiously looking at you.
"I heard you call my name." he said, his gaze slowly traveling down your lying body, halting at your lower belly, were your hand disappeared inside your panties.
You followed it and gasped, abruptly withdrawing your hand and unfolding the nightgown that was rolled up to your hips.
"I fell asleep?!" you asked alarmed looking around you as you retreated a little to put some space between the two of you, leaning your back against the headrest. Morpheus was looking at your every move, amused, a small smile curving up his lips.
You were deeply mortified. How could it have happen? You were lying there in your bed, pleasuring yourself in the privacy of your room and then what happened? You fell asleep while thinking of Morpheus and inadvertently brought him to you? Oh God. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground right then and there and hide inside it forever or better yet, you wished you could immediately wake up and never ever dream again for the rest of your life. How could you look him in the face after that?
You tried to hide your embarassement as best as you could by covering your face behind your hand, fingers lazily scratching your forehead while you kept your eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up.
"Sorry...", you huffed in a whisper, "c-could you wake me up please?"
He chuckled in response at which you flinched a bit in surprise and your head snapped up. He moved your hand away from your face and took it in his.
"Why should I, Y/N?"
The look he was giving you was so genuine and alluring at the same time that you felt your heart missing a beat or two.
"You're here now...", he said, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a gentle peck on its back, "exactly where you wanted to be."
Your breath itched at the touch and you gawked at him in disbelief. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? It took a moment for his words to fully register.
"I-I didn't mean to come here! I was just- I just wanted to... "
He smiled as he pecked your skin again, then turned your hand around and planted another delicate kiss on your palm.
"Morpheus?" the tremble in your voice betrayed your eagerness and he looked up, locking his gaze with yours.
"You were touching yourself thinking of me, calling my name."
He knew, he knew. Of course he knew. You wanted to melt, vaporize, get struck by a thunder! Anything!
"Isn't it true?" He arched an eyebrow, his head tilting a little to the side, his now seemingly innocent gaze boring into yours. You gaped at him, unsure how to react.
"Was it my hand that was pleasuring you?"
You gulped. The embarrassment of the situation couldn't keep you from feeling a growing warmth in your lower belly at the thought of the fantasy you were only a few minutes ago so nicely weaving in your mind.
"How did it feel?"
You wanted to answer that it was the best fantasy you ever had but you were stunned and kept your mouth shut. The whole situation felt unreal. It was unreal.
"Y/N? How did it feel to be touched by me?"
His gaze was too intense and you couldn't resist.
"So good."
The words spiraled out of your lips in a shaky huff before you could realize what was happening and stop yourself. You looked away, feeling ashamed.
"Oh?", he smiled, visibly amused. His hand moved on your cheek to caress it. You felt a light tingling where his fingers brushed over your skin, making your whole body shudder.
His fingers curled around your chin and he turned your head to face him. Your eyes locked for a moment before his gaze began to wander over your features, admiring every inch of your face, halting at your mouth. His thumb moved up to delicately brush the outline of your parted lips.
"Did I kiss you in your fantasy?"
He looked up at you and you flinched again, heart jumping in your chest. All you could do was shake lightly your head in response.
"No? Well, that's a shame. I think we require one kiss, at least."
He bent over you, slowly closing the distance between your faces. His lips brushed over yours in such a subtle way that made you lose your head and lean forward, attracted to him like a magnet. It seemed to you that your yearning was the only sign he was waiting for because as soon as you moved, his smiling lips crushed on yours. You moaned in the kiss, surprised by his eagerness. He was literally devouring you. His hands came to clench your sides and you felt like jelly, melting in his touch.
You were literally gasping for air when he leaned back, putting an end to that heated kiss.
Dream's eyes were scanning your face once again, seeming to revel at the sight of your flushed cheeks and dumbstruck look. Without uttering a single word, his lips moved back on yours only to tease you with a peck before he trailed them toward your cheek, then along your jaw, stopping at your neck, at the level of your throat. He planted a open mouthed kiss on that spot, sending goosebumps all over your body.
"Morpheus?" you shakily whispered, "why are you doing this? Am I making you do it, somehow?"
You felt his hot breath on your skin as he chuckled and lightly shook his head. He sought your eyes and his hand gently cupped your cheek.
"You are not. I am still the ruler of this realm and I make your dreams."
He saw the puzzled look on your face and tried to explain himself better.
"This is your dream, Y/N. And I am, voluntarily, making it happen. I'll give you anything you wish."
"And you are willing to..."
"I am, my dear."
You searched his eyes, trying to understand, to catch any sign that could finally ease your mind about the whole situation. Was he really willing to play out your fantasy for you? Was he interested in you as you were in him? Would he take as much pleasure in having you just as you would in having him?
Feeling your hesitation, Dream captured your lips in another kiss, less voracious than the last one but equally passionate. It was slow and deep, in one word, intoxicating. Your eyes fluttered close and you reveled at the sensation of feeling desired by someone, by him.
He begrudgingly brought the kiss to an end just to move his lips up to your ear and whisper, "I want you, Y/N. Do you want me?", then moved back and locked his eyes with yours, now wide open.
Of course you wanted him! You were the one who had fantasised about him and brought him to you. You nodded repeatedly, mind already wandering in anticipation to what was to come.
Dream tilted his head a little, scanning your face.
"Y/N, I want you to say it" , his forefinger moved on your mouth to gently tap your lower lip, "I want to hear it from your lips."
"Yes, Morpheus", you cleared your throat to let your voice sound more full and confident. "This is what I want. This is my dream."
The beautiful smile that appeared on his face brought one to yours as well and a warm reassuring feeling rose in your chest.
In no time his lips were back on your neck to tease the sensitive skin there, under your jaw, on your jugular, down to the swell of your chest, stealing a series of moans from your lips. He threw a glance up at you and locked your eyes with his as he resumed his descent, peppering teasing kisses over the light fabric of your nightgown. He moved down in a straight line along your chest, kissing between your breasts, on your belly button, halting only as he hovered over your groin.
His fingers skimmed over your legs, igniting the skin through their climb toward the inside of your thighs. They danced around the hem of your nightgown, teasing you with the lightest of touches, before they slid beneath the fabric and reached the hem of your panties, tugging them down in an agonisingly slow pace.
"Morpheus, please..." you cried out impatiently, rubbing your thighs together to make up for the ever more frustrating absence of his touch where you most needed it.
He smirked up at you as he slid off your foot the last portion of your underwear. His hands moved on your knees to give them a little squeeze then trailed up your thighs, spreading them wide, fingers slowly dipping under the hem of your dress, traveling upwards.
"You are so beautiful Y/N."
That compliment caught you off guard and you blushed visibly, bit your lips and averted your eyes from his.
You were on the verge of begging him to touch you and put you out of you misery when he lifted your dress, dipped his head and slicked his tongue through your folds. You couldn't possibly hold back the loud moan that escaped you.
After a second solid stripe down your core he placed a soft kiss to your clitoris and peeked up at you to watch your face contorting, then he continued littering you with teasing kisses until you were writhing under his touch.
"Morpheus!" you cried in frustration as you squeezed your eyes shut and bucked your hips towards him.
He was pleased to see you so desperate under him and he chuckled, his warm breath going cool against the wetness between your legs, driving you mad.
While his hands gripped your hips to hold you down, he latched his lips to you and started dragging his tongue back and forth, occasionally swirling against your most sensitive button.
Your hands instantly found his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair and tugging at it, making him groan against you while you whined pathetically.
He moved to focus on the clitoris sucking gently at first then with more decisiveness. He pulled the little botton up into his mouth, just past the lips as he sucked on it up and down.
A loud deep moan escaped you when his tongue dove into your entrance, making you arch your back and bent your head backwards on the headrest.
You were already worked up before he started so it wasn’t long before you felt your release growing closer. All your muscles felt tense like a violin cord and your hands tightened their hold on each side of Dream's head, supporting his motion.
"Morpheus, I'm- I'm-"
Looking down, you met his eyes which watched your reactions with a hazy, love-drunk gaze. His tongue slid up to focus once more on your nub, sucking firmly on it a few times. That was the last straw for you. A second later a rolling wave of pleasure washed over you and you cried his name out loud, eyes squeezing shut and seeing stars, legs twitching around him. He had to plant his palms on your inner thighs to keep from being squeezed as he got back up.
He licked his lips as he watched you come back from the ecstasy, eyes lingering on the rising and falling of your chest gradually going back to normal and then on the contraction on your face fully abandoning your features to give them a relaxed and satisfied look.
He was smiling softly, hands caressing affectionately your thighs when you reopened your eyes and met his gaze. Your hands were still at the sides of his face so you gently cupped his cheeks.
"That was..." you whispered, still trying to regain your breathing, "that was intense."
He took your wrists in his hands and as his eyes fluttered close he placed a lingering kiss on both your palms. That sweet little gesture after the thoroughness and care he just put in giving you the best orgasm you ever had, felt so intimate and meaningful that it made your stomach flutter and your eyes start to sting a little.
"Did it measure up with your fantasy?" he genuinely asked, looking down at you with the most tender gaze.
You could feel your eyes beginning to fill with tears and before he could notice, you leaned forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders.
"Are you kidding me?", you tried your best to swallow a sob as you nestled on his shoulder and against his neck "this was a billion times better."
His arms were around you in no time, hands supporting your back and he squeezed you against his chest making you feel so safe and happy and loved. You couldn't possibly hold back the tears any longer. A stifled series of sobs escaped your lips and you clinged tighter to him, fingers tugging at his robe.
"Y/N..."
His beautiful voice, resonating so close to your ear only made you more emotional. You genuinely had no idea what had gotten into you.
"Y/N, why are you crying?"
In an attempt to soothe you he ran one hand up and down your spine, while the other kept supporting your lower back.
"I don't know..." your shaky voice was interrupted by your sniffling, "I just- I've never felt like this... I'm so full to the brim of emotions and they're pouring out."
He hummed, nodding his head. "You must know that emotions here are amplified. It's totally normal to feel overwhelmed."
"Is that true?" The grip you had on his robe loosened and you leaned back seeking his eyes.
Dream immediately brought one hand to your face, wiping a tear from your cheekbone with his thumb.
"It is."
It made sense to you. That was still a dream, after all, even though one of a kind. And just like in any other dream you had, good or bad, everything you felt had been ten times more intense. You knew however that what Morpheus had made you feel was totally new for you, dream world or not. You've always yearned to know how it would feel to be desired, to be loved, and truly cared for and Dream had just given you all of that and more. At least that was what you felt. Was it real? Was that intense bubble of emotions pouring out of you real? And was it love? Or something else? Something made up entirely? Would you have felt different in the Waking World? All those unanswered questions were really starting to mess with your head.
You took a moment to scan his face, taking in all his beautiful features, the ones you adored so much. Your fingers reached up to follow your sight in its contemplation, grazing delicately over his skin as if you were scared he could disappear at a moment’s notice, but also as if you were touching a forbidden piece of art of invaluable worth and feeling undeserving of the permission granted to you to even stand so close to it.
You begrudgingly let your arms fall back.
"I'm sorry...", you sighed, giving him an apologetic smile, "I ruined the mood. It was your turn... You still want to...?" You babbled feeling a bit ashamed.
"Y/N. You have not ruined anything." he admonished kindly, brushing affectionately his hand through your hair. "And, I think we should keep something for the next time..."
You perked up at his words.
"For your next dream..."
"Right", you couldn't hide the hint of slight disappointment in your tone.
"Or-", he resumed, leaning forward, a knowing glint in his eyes, "for when you're awake."
As soon as the meaning of his words hit you, you gawked at him, a wide grin taking form on your lips.
"Y-you would?!"
Your earnest reaction made him smile and he nodded.
"If it will ease your mind, of course."
"Oh...", you averted his eyes, rubbing nervously your fingers against your cheek, "am I that easy to read?"
"Perhaps a little", he whispered, taking your hands in his, "the look you gave me just a few moments ago spoke louder to me than words could ever have."
With a sheepish smile you fiddled with his fingers in your lap then you interlocked them with yours and looked up.
"So", he said, leaning his forehead against yours, "until next time, my love?"
You screamed internally at the word 'love' he so earnestly uttered to adress you. There was no way you could refrain the wide smile that popped up on your face as you answered, "until next time".
You both leaned forward to meet in a soft and lingering kiss worth a thousand words.
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"This dream is over."
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Morpheus’s Kinks Would Include
Pairing: Morpheus x Reader
Warnings: Smut
Notes: Don’t know how good this is, but 🤷♀️. Hope y’all like it. Let me know what you think I got wrong
Requested by: @absbdbshhs (darling, ask and you shall receive)
Written with: @16boyfriends-and-me
Morpheus wasn’t too kinky, at least by the standards of other supernatural beings
He was a very loving partner, not interested in hurting you (although he did enjoy teasing)
He tends to start of slow, fucking you deeply before picking up the pace. He’d just absolutely obsessed with the sounds you make as he hits those sweet spots inside of you
The man has a bit of a praise kink, both in terms of giving and receiving.
Telling you how good you’re being for him while he fucks you, gasping as you tell him how pretty he looks going down on you.
(He does really like to go down on you)
And those praised completely tumble out of him when he’s close, the words gasped in your ear with that deep voice of his
Morpheus likes having his hair pulled, that’s a given
As well as having a habit of biting your lip during sex
He can definitely be rough, as a strong and powerful being he’s very careful not to do any damage though.
If there’s anything you wanna do however, he’s usually down for it. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.
Except for bondage. After the events with Burgess, he’s not exactly a fan of being tied up or losing his free will (he’s fine with tying you up though)
He’s also not very into voyeurism. He’s a very private person, with a lot of ego and dignity. So the idea of someone seeing you guys in a compromising situation is torture to him
Most of what you do happens in the bedroom with the door locked.
Although there has been a couple of occasions where you’d have sex other places (like his throne)
He’ll have his hand over your mouth with his fingers inside of you. Whispering dirty words or sweet nothings in your ear.
If you tug at his earlobe with your teeth, or gently suck at it, he goes wild. Totally done.
Other than that, like I said, he’s willing to experiment. But whatever you do, aftercare remains very important to him.
He needs to make sure you’re getting as much out of those experiences as he is.
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Hi 👋 can I please  request Dream x reader. The reader tries to stop Dream & desire from fighting & it ends in sumt. Thanks 🫣 👉👈🫣
A/N: I hope this is what you’re looking for! 💜
Dream's Desire
Pairing: Morpheus x reader
Summary: Being married to an Endless is not an easy task on a good day, it’s especially difficult when you’re caught in the middle of a fight between two of them.
Warnings: angst, fighting/arguing, bit of fluff, use of pet names, smut. unprotected sex (P in V), oral (F receiving).
You never thought you would be here, sitting at a table in the waking world, having dinner with not one, not two, but four Endless. Morpheus had not wanted to come, but you'd insisted, wanting to meet at least some of his siblings.
It was no surprise to you, nor anyone else, that Dream was in a rather foul mood this evening. It was not that he did not wish to be around his siblings, more so that he wished to keep you as far away from them as possible. At least from two of them.
You hit it off with Death immediately. She was not a difficult woman to get along with and you instantly felt comfortable with her, despite having never met her before. She was also the only sibling Dream felt comfortable allowing you to be around. It would be ironic if it were not so sad.
Dream had told you nothing of his siblings, save their names and a one sentence explanation of how he felt about them. Death was his dearest sibling, whom he loved very much. Despair was simply difficult to be around, given her constant deep sorrow. It was Desire that Dream clearly disliked, though he would not explain why. He simply said, “We do not get along,” with no other explanation. He said it with such a tone of finality, you opted to drop the subject instead of instigating an argument.
You had been married to Dream for several years, but in that time he had never once allowed you to meet any of his siblings. This dinner was Death’s idea, which she proposed in the hopes of getting to meet the woman her brother loved. You only knew of the invitation because Dream was so annoyed by it. Your insistence was enough to make him acquiesce, though begrudgingly.
“More wine?” the server asked as he came up to the table, interrupting the conversation.
“Please,” you said with a smile, the others following suit.
When the server left, Desire took the opportunity to ask you a question. “(Y/N), I must ask you, what made you marry my brother?”
“Desire!” Death quipped, a pointed look gracing her features.
“I am simply curious, sister.”
“Yeah, what made you like him?” Despair asked.
You looked at Dream, who at this moment had such a strong grip on his glass you worried he would shatter it, and laid your hand gently on his arm. The motion seemed to sooth him and his grip lessened.
“Love,” you said simply, addressing Desire directly. “The purest of all emotions.”
“Hmm,” Desire hummed. “Interesting. I was unaware a mortal could fall in love with an Endless without certain…issues arising.”
“Issues?” you asked.
“Desire,” Dream said in a warning tone.
They shrugged as if they could not be bothered by Dream’s warning. “Mortals do not simply fall in love with us. They are made to fall in love with us.”
You looked confused. “As in created for?”
Desire shook their head. “No, my dear. Made as in forced.”
Dream could contain his anger no longer. “Silence, Desire. I will not have you upsetting her.”
You were quick to defend, “Darling, I am not upset. I simply wish to understand.”
“I do not think this is a good topic of conversation for dinner,” Death cut in gently.
Despair, on the other hand, chose to stir the pot, an action she likely learned from her twin. “Who made her love him, Desire?”
“Oh my sweet twin, what an excellent question,” they looked at Dream as they spoke, golden eyes filled with a mischievous glint that made you deeply uncomfortable. “It is not love she feels, it is desire. I made her want him.”
Before you could react, or even so much as blink, Dream was out of his seat and standing behind Desire, yanking their head back to look into his hardened gaze. “You would do well to be silent, Desire,” he growled lowly.
“Dream!” you said worriedly, standing from your chair. You began to move towards him, but Death’s hand on your arm stopped you.
“You do not want to get in the middle of an Endless fight, (Y/N),” she warned.
You looked at your husband’s face and determined he was the angriest you had ever seen him. “Dream,” you said softly, trying to pierce through his hardened exterior.
“You will not speak her name, you will not even think it, or you will face my wrath. Do you understand me?” Dream said angrily.
Desire’s lips curled into a smug smile. “Oh I would not dream of it, brother.”
In the moment of silence that followed, you saw the emotion that fueled Dream’s rage: fear. It was a fear you did not quite understand at first. “Let them go, Dream,” you said firmly.
Dream’s eyes flitted up to meet yours, confirming your suspicions: he was afraid. As if your brain was a few moments behind, it finally clicked into place, and his fears became apparent.
“Desire did not make me love you, Dream. That is not within their power. Even if they are the cause of my initial attraction, the love I have for you is because of you, not some outside influence.”
Dream’s hold on Desire’s hair slackened, allowing the other Endless to regain their poise. “I suppose you will never know, will you?” Desire asked with another smug expression.
“I know,” you insisted. “That is what matters.”
Dream watched you, eyes swimming with emotions, emotions he dared not express in front of others, least of all his siblings.
“Dream?” you asked gently.
He seemed to regain his composure, and moved towards you, hand reaching for yours almost by instinct. “Perhaps we should return to The Dreaming,” he said softly.
You nodded. “I think that would be wise.” You turned to acknowledge Death, but did not spare a second glance for either of the twins. “Let’s go home.”
Dream took your hand in his and guided you to the door, neither of you turning back to look at the three Endless, one of which seemed quite annoyed at the turn of events.
Once you were outside, Dream pulled you close, and the two of you disappeared into a swirl of sand, only to reappear on the shores of The Dreaming.
“Dream?” you ask gently when you feel him pull away from you.
“I think it would be wise for us to discuss this evening’s events,” he said softly, not quite meeting your gaze.
“There’s nothing to discuss, my love.”
He looked up at you in surprise. “Do you not wish to know if Desire is the cause of your affection?”
You shook your head. “I know why I love you, Morpheus. You are my heart and soul. I couldn’t possibly love anyone the way I love you.”
He always loved to hear you say his name, it was somehow calming amidst the chaos of life. This time was no different, although he had to admit he found a deeper appreciation for it in the moment.
You stepped towards him, reaching out in the hopes that he would take your hand. When he did, you smiled warmly, the love that you felt so deeply was reflected in his face as he regarded you.
“May I show my love to you?” you asked softly.
Dream looked confused for a moment, not quite understanding what you meant.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” he answered immediately.
You smiled. “Take me to our room, darling.”
Realization dawned on his handsome face and he offered you a small smirk before pulling you close. You blinked slowly, eyes opening to find yourself in the middle of your bedroom. You reached up and touched his chest, eyes searching for any trepidation in his. Seeing none, you slipped your hands beneath his coat, sliding it gently off his shoulders. The dream lord shrugged the coat off, ignoring it as it fell to the floor.
“I don’t ever want you to question my love for you,” you whispered.
“I am sorry, beloved. It is difficult for me to understand how someone so perfect could possibly love someone like me.”
“That’s nonsense,” you insisted. “You’re basically a god. I’m nothing in comparison.”
He grabbed your face and held your gaze with intensity. “You are everything, my love. Never belittle yourself in my presence again or I shall have to remind you of your worth.”
You smiled warmly. “My apologies, Morpheus.”
His hands slid from your cheeks to your waist, allowing him to pull you closer. “You are forgiven, my darling.” He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, loving kiss.
“I want to show you how much I love you, Morpheus. Please.”
“How would you wish to do that?”
You could tell by the mischievous glint in his eyes that he knew exactly how you planned to do it, but it was clear he simply wanted to hear you say it.
“I’m going to touch every inch of your skin, worship your body the way you deserve. I’m going to give you more pleasure than you can handle. And I’m going to make love to you for hours…until you can’t think of anything but me.”
His breath was already ragged as he watched you, pupils dilating with desire. “You are already all I think about.”
You chuckled lightly. “I believe you, but I’d like to make sure of it. If you don’t mind, of course.”
“I would never say no to you, beloved. Especially when you ask so sweetly.”
“Good,” you breathed out before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to you, lips hungrily latching onto his.
Despite being an Endless, Dream could be exceptionally impatient. He loved the feeling of your hands against his body, soft and gentle against his skin. He could not stand another moment without that feeling.
In the blink of an eye, your clothes simply melted away along with his, bodies completely bare against each other. "Impatient, are we?" you teased lightly.
"Only for you, my love."
You smiled, running your fingers through his unruly black hair, reveling in the softness of his locks. He moaned softly against your lips, always enjoying the way you played with his hair.
Moments later, you found yourself on your back, the lord of dreams hovering over you, kissing your neck softly. You weren't surprised by the quick turn of events, you knew who you'd married.
"Darling, I believe I was supposed to be reminding you of my love," you said softly, voice breathy.
He lifted his head just long enough to say, "I can feel your love with each touch, beloved. I wish only to ensure you can feel mine."
You sighed happily as his lips reattached themselves to your skin. You knew how the Endless felt about you, you'd always known. From the moment you'd looked into his starlit eyes, you knew.
Morpheus preferred to worship you like the queen you were. He would allow you moments of dominance when you preferred it, but only to please you. It was not that he wished to control you, only to ensure you received as much pleasure as possible and that your pleasure came from him and him alone.
His lips moved slowly down your body, taking care to touch every sensitive spot he came across. He knew where they all were of course, having discovered them many years prior.
When he reached his desired destination, you let out a small whine, anticipation and desperation filling the sound.
His dark eyes flickered up to yours. "What is it my darling?" He knew very well what you wanted, but he always did enjoy teasing you.
"Morpheus, please," you whimpered.
The dream lord smiled, deciding to take pity on you and give you all that you desired. After all, the purpose of this particular activity was to ensure you felt loved.
He lowered his head and began to feast upon you in such a manner that all the air was stolen from your lungs. You could not breathe, nor think; all you could do was feel.
"Morpheus," you gasped, tendrils of pleasure snaking up and down your body.
He did not stop, nor did he slow, until your body began to shake and your moans filled the room. He allowed you to pull him up by his hair as the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you.
"May I return the favor?" you asked softly against his lips as he kissed you.
"Hmm," he hummed. "As much as I would love to feel your lips around me, I would much rather make love to you. I fear I cannot wait much longer."
You smiled as you touched his face gently. "I think I'm okay with that."
He returned your smile, hands slowly caressing your soft curves. He bent his head, tracing the hills and valleys of your body with his lips. "So soft," he whispered reverently. "So beautiful."
Every moment with Dream was always special, every second in his arms pleasurable, but there was something so uniquely wonderful about this moment--something that was beyond words.
You had promised to worship him, provide him unimaginable pleasure, but instead you found yourself the worshiped one. Every touch of his hands, kiss of lips, and movement of his body brought you to the highest of pleasures.
Dream lined up his body with yours, eyes flickering to your face as if asking permission to continue. Your hips shifted slightly, eyes locked on his, silently begging him to give you what you both craved.
Your back arched off the bed as he entered you, soft whimpers of his name leaving your mouth like a prayer. There was nothing like making love to an Endless--and Dream was deeply passionate, even for an Endless.
Your mortal body had never felt anything remotely close to what Dream could do to you, no Earthly pleasure could ever compare. He knew your body, your soul--knew how to bring you to the edge and make you fall over and over again.
By the time Dream neared his own release, you were completely spent, body practically vibrating from the onslaught of delicious pleasure you'd been experiencing.
"Beloved," he whispered into your skin as his hips began to falter. You clenched around him, earning a low moan from deep in his chest. He gasped your name as he spilled his seed within you, body shaking with tremendous pleasure.
As he always did after making love to you, Dream gently cleaned your body. He could have simply used magic to do so, but there was something wonderfully reverent about using his own hands to cleanse you. Besides, he would use any excuse to touch your soft skin, your perfect body.
"Do you feel loved, my darling?" Dream asked softly as he laid down beside you.
You turned your head to face him, a small smile dancing across your lips. "You always make me feel loved, Morpheus."
He matched your expression as he leaned in to kiss you softly.
"I hope you know I love you just as much," you whispered.
He nodded. "I was foolish to ever think otherwise."
You smiled. "As long as you admit it."
"You are a tease, dear wife, but I would not have it any other way."
When Dream kissed you, you swore you could feel the love of an entire universe pouring into your soul. You would never tire of his presence, his gentle touch, nor his love, and in that moment you knew he would sooner burn his realm to the ground than stop loving you.
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Idk if you have done this before but a Morpheus x reader one where Dream has been recently set freed and is so touched deprived that when he met up with reader once mode after being separated for a century he can't control himself and it leads to some sexy stuff in which it leads to them breaking the bed (kinda like the honeymoon scene in twilight 🤭)
Just straight up desperate needy Morpheus hours 🫶🏻
Caged
Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader
Summary: Dream has made himself believe that he is alone in the world, nothing has further solidified this that being imprisoner for a century. Who'd have thought he'd find warmth in one of the coldest people alive.
Word Count: 5k+
Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (biting, marking, dom/sub dynamic, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, oral [m receiving], edging ig?, unprotected sex, brat!dream idk it just happened, praise kink [uh... reader talks to him like a god during sexy time so]), hurt/comfort ig, reader's so angry HAHAHH T_T, fluff, etc.
A/N: im not in the mood for smut but i might be when i write this. update MINORS DNI hello nonnie i am finally in the mood for smut HAHHAAHHA and i am in the mood to ruin dream's life (: i took a lot of creative liberties i have no idea why i made this so long so i hope you enjoy it my dear <3 another day another 5k smut fml
Also i invented a lot of stuff for reader, like giving Morpheus a Roman name so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just just just roll with it along with my most definitely wrong google translated Latin ok? ok.
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx
anOTHER one (continuation) "Petty And Yours"
"You know," I swirled a watermelon lollipop in my mouth, "you're so pathetic for that."
A breeze blew back my maxi dress and I crossed my arms at the fact I was being ignored by the uncharacteristically warmly dressed man.
The park bench he was sat in the middle off had some fallen leaves that were slowly tumbling down to the ground with the push of the wind. I give him a moment to respond. I huff at his continued silence.
"Earth to Dream?" I call louder.
Still nothing.
"Somnium Regem?"
A bird makes a sound as a large piece of bread is gobbled down its throat.
"Hey! Sulky trench coat man!" I bark.
Finally, the man feeding pigeons turns to me.
His eyes are dull and bright all at once, a shade of glistening blue that had no life behind them. I raise my brows, lips pulling upward in distaste, "you remind me of that bat in Gotham. So emo for no reason," I scoff, straightening my arms, "everyone's parents die at some point."
"Why are you here, demon hunter?" the being grips his baguette.
I scoff again, "I'm here because I like you, baby."
He turns away from me, tearing up bread, haphazardly then dropping it in front of small creatures. I grimace as the birds flock over to the bread like they had nothing better to do-- which they don't.
"I do not enjoy your bitter sarcasm, eight," Dream says pointedly.
I roll my eyes, walking over to him, fingers rolling the lollipop stick sticking by the side of my mouth, "well, if you didn't ask me stupid-" I push his legs together so that I can sit next to him, "-fucking questions, then maybe I wouldn't want to constantly drop kick you."
Dream hastily moves to the side as I plop down next to him, crossing my legs as I lean back and stretch my arm out on the backrest. I look at him as he looks at me. Wind blows at both of our hair. I move his dark strands along with the breeze so that I would not poke at his already glassy eyes.
He blankly stares.
I shrug in expectance, "Domina told me you've been sulking, and that I'd find you here, just like how she found you here days ago."
Dream blinks, "my sister should not have troubled you with needless concerns."
I furrow my brows at his response. I roll my eyes incredulously, "you are so fucking stupid."
He gives me side eye before turning back to his pigeons.
"You know, for someone who should have a profound understanding of the world, you clearly don't know anything."
The Endless hisses under his breath, "silence."
"What?" I give him a look, "don't like that?"
I can see him almost going against himself as not to sneer at my grilling.
I pout exaggeratedly and speak as though I was a child, "wha' you gon' do 'bout it? You gon' kill me now?" I raise my hands and monotonously hark, "oh no help, I'm so scared."
"I do not know why Death sent for you," he quips, breaking his gaze from the birds to narrow his eyes at me. He continues crumbling bread onto the ground.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I straighten and face forward, "that's because I'm the most irritating bondservant she has," I prop my elbows on my legs, "which is effective for making people want to do my bidding in return for me shutting up."
"I shall not leave," he looks to the feeding animals, "I am keeping the pigeons company," he mutters, "they appear... lonesome."
I wipe my hands on my face, pulling the lollipop out of my mouth as I sigh, "intenta et tenera domina." My eyes twitch in annoyance when I muttered 'the attentive and tender lady' in my mother tongue. "I should have known we were playing therapist today."
I shake my head, popping the candy back in my mouth, grabbing the bread from his hand. He turns to me, helplessly watching, unable to fight against me; he knows I'd bite his finger off if he touches me.
"Ever heard of projecting, Somnia?" I hiss, chucking his baguette as far off as I can.
He watches the projectile disappear into a bush.
He glares at me.
Goosebumps form on my skin when he speaks, "visne noctes noctes te affligere?"
Admittedly, the roll and click of his tongue speaking Latin did make me stiffen, though, 'do you want nightmares to plague you tonight?' was a threat so empty to me.
I sniffle, retorting in the same language, "I haven't visited your nightmarish domain since its castle walls began to crumble."
Dream takes his turn to freeze.
I tilt my head, crushing the lollipop between my teeth, "personally," I pull the stick out my mouth, tucking it in Dream's pocket, who does nothing when I do so, "I take enough trips to hell to not want to visit something that mirrors it so well. Not when I'm supposed to be dreaming of heaven."
I can see how my words strike through him.
I notice how his stoic and pale face hardens and loses its color even more.
I continue to egg him on, "I feel bad for your dreamers who think the drab ones the have at night are the best you can do."
I can almost hear the gloom radiate off him.
I purse my lips and stand, "speaking of nightmares, I caught your nightmare once," I place my hands on my hips, "I thought the gruesome serial killing was demonic in nature, so I tracked the killer, only to find it was no other than your Corinthian."
Dream looks at me, expressionless, as I raise my brows, "did you handle him, Somnium Regem?"
The Dream King looks like he does not want to talk to me at all now. I give him a challenging look and needlessly straighten out his coat for effect.
He straightens up, then brings his hands in his pocket, pulling out a skull that had teeth where his eye sockets should have been.
I look at the thing, feeling a swirl in my stomach, "poor In Oculis."
Dream visibly reacts to the Corinthian's old Latin name, The Eyeless.
He remnant of his creation disappears from the palm of his hand, "how long have you gone without sleep?"
I turn away from him, shrugging at his U-turn back into that conversation, "does it matter? I won't die."
"It matters because Somnium Regem is inquiring this of you."
I turn to him and repeat my answer, "I told you, ever since your castle began to crumble, it's just be me, myself, and coffee."
Somnia stands, towering over me, uncharacteristically high, "you have not slept in a hundred years?"
I look up at him with knit brows, "has anyone slept in a hundred years?"
"Then at once you must-"
"I'm not here-" I grab his collar, tugging him down slightly closer to me, "-to talk about my sleep pattern, Somnia. I'm here to make you stop sulking."
"That is not your forte, demon hunter," he brings his face close to mine, "perhaps if you were from the fifth."
"Fuck you," I snap, getting on my tiptoes to near his stupidly high face, "I'm good at everything."
Somnia grumbles something under his breath.
I release my grip on his coat and snap my fingers, "and besides," I raise my arms out to the side. I take one step back and allow myself to fall backwards. I then dip into the portal I conjured in the ground, swinging up until I was standing on the other side.
I turn over my shoulder, finding Dream was already standing there behind me. I grin, "I'm the only person who knows what it's like to be trapped for a hundred years."
Now in the confines of my home, I strut over to my sofa where an axe was placed and consecutively forgotten, "though, mine was eight hundred."
I turn to Dream, who suddenly looked uncomfortable.
I laugh at him, "wow. You finally feel bad for me? You used to be so indifferent when I mentioned that to you."
My eyes zero in on the note on my axe, hissing at the reminder that I meant to put it away last week. I grab the piece of paper, instinctively crumpling it. I instantly regret my innate inclination to destroy, cursing under my breath, then flattening out the thing.
"Make yourself at home, Morpheus," I rub the paper in my hand, "let me just put this thing back where it came from."
I grab the axe and prop it on my shoulder.
Dream does not make himself at home; he instead follows me as I walk to the weapons room. I give him a look, "I guess you can feed the gremlins in the basement if you want."
"I would rather follow you."
I shrug, "ok then."
I make my way down the hall, and open the light in room once I enter, revealing the age old trinkets and gadgets my family has been using since the first generation. I bring the note to a chamber that then seals the object with the rest of the artifacts like it.
Dream further scrutinizes the thing as I walk to the axe holders. "Constantine?" he says after reading what was written on the note.
I grunt as I put away the borrowed item, "the idiot wanted to borrow this," I motion to the axe in my grip, "I told her she can't touch it, touched it anyway, didn't die" I huff, after securing the axe back in its place. I place my hands on my hips as I turn to Dream, "and now I got a thank you note in return."
Dream turns back to the note that read: Thxxx -Constantine.
"Items of gratitude are the best bait for a soul suckers," I say, then pointing to a bunch of dark hued orbs on a shelf before walking over to him, "almost as good as nightmares."
I reach his side as he looks out to his gift to the sixth, the sixth generation of my family, Nightmare Marbles. They were largish glass spheres that harnesses the darkness of nightmares; a demon's equivalent to chocolate bars.
"And you relived your worst nightmare to procure so much bait, eight?" Dream whispers, turning to me with a tense expression.
I give him a look, "didn't you say my grandma from the third generation was also a sucker for punishment?"
"She did not go through her worst nightmare 78 times to make nightmare marbles."
I turn to the shelf, "damn, you managed to count all that so quickly?"
"Eight, this is-"
"What? I'm genuinely impressed!"
I freeze when he calls out my actual name. He rarely did that. In fact, there were only a few people who knew my real name and did not call me eight. Eight, as in I am from the eighth generation of demon hunters from my family. It became my name because, well, I was the only left, which was why I could not die.
I feel my belly roll at the sound. I clear my throat, weakly speaking, "what?"
"I did not gift that to your grandparents only to have you use it to punish yourself."
"Why would I want to punish myself?" I mutters, "I'm not you."
Dream is silent.
I sigh, walking out of the room, "after living out eight hundred years in hell in one fucking day, you tend to instinctively get fucked up in the brain."
I make my way down the hall, and at the end, Dream was there, already waiting for me. I give him a quick look as I pass him, "the nightmare doesn't hurt me anymore."
"Eight," he calls. I do not stop on this account. I do, however, when he asks, "why are you lying to me?"
I suck in a breath, keeping it deep in my lungs. I feel him walk up to me. I feel him take my hand.
I turn to him, sighing and brows knitting at his affection. He is still towering over me, and don't feel like craning my neck up so I don't look at him. I tighten my grip on his hand, "why are you lying to me?"
When I finally look up at him, he releases a breath. I release his hand and get on my tip toes to grab his cheeks. It was as though his glassy eyes were waiting for this moment to allow the tears to fall.
I knit my brows at the unexpected reaction. I sigh at the sight of him.
"I did not lie to you," he responds like a secret.
"Really?" I speak in disbelief as I wipe tears on his cheeks, "was it the pigeons that were lonesome, or you?"
"... both..."
I fall back onto my feet, hands trailing down to his chest, "you're right. I suck at... comfort..." I take the lapels of his coat between my fingers, "only cause I'm rough around the edges. Sorta like you," I hum, raising a brow at him, "except I can admit to it, whereas you-"
I push his chest, making him walk back all the way to the sofa my axe was moments ago. I force him down, and down he goes, bouncing on the cushion. He looks up at me as I pull away and give him a soft smile, "you need that coaxed out of you."
I was meant walk away from him, but he grabs my thigh before I can.
"Non potes exspectare dicere tale quid me derelinquas."
You cannot expect to say such a thing then leave me.
I look at the hand hooked behind my thigh. I raise my brow quizzically, "I have work."
"I am your work," he says, other hand coming to my other thigh, "your Lady commanded you to take care of me."
I snort, grabbing his chin, "no, she told me to make you stop sulking."
"Yes, she did," he hums, hands trailing down my legs, grabbing the ends of my skirt.
"You were literally crying a moment ago."
"You're a tear in my heart."
"That's a twenty one pilots song."
"And I am eager for you to make me stop sulking."
Dream's eyes are fixed on me s he leans in and begins bunching up the fabric in his palms, slowly bringing them up with his hands.
I release a sigh when his hands make it back where it was before, though perhaps a bit higher this time. I place my hands on his arms, stopping him from continuing. He turns stills like a statue before me.
I nibble my lower lip before speaking, "if we're going to do this, we do this in my terms."
His lips instantly curve up in response. He nods slowly, "in imperio tuo."
On your command.
I push him back upon hearing that, a lump in my throat forming at the words from my mother tongue. I quickly climb on to him, straddling his legs, fingers combing into the roots of his hair by his nape.
I immediately lock his lips with mine. His hands work much quickly this time around, ripping my skirt all the way up, making me raise my hands so that he can pull my dress off me.
I moan against him when his hands begin to scratch up my back. He moans against me when I grind down on him.
I pull away, catching my breath so I could take my turn in undressing him. He moves to help me rid of his ridiculous coat and when he grips his shirt, I hiss at him, giving him a stern look, "don't spoil my fun."
I then push myself off him and bunch up his shirt in my hand, dragging him all the way back to my bedroom.
Once we're there, I push him onto my bed and crawl on top of him, perching on top of his groin, slowly digging my hands into his sides, underneath his clothes.
I reveal his stomach to me, pressing my fingers down the middle of his skin, "so pretty."
His hand trail up my thighs, kneading at the flesh, humming, "yes," he tugs at my panties, "you are quite exquisite."
I chuckle, lips curving into a smile, "aww, you're going to make me blush," I swat at his hands, "hands off."
He reluctantly obeys.
At this point, I rid him off his shirt and his hands immediately move to come back to my thighs. I swat him away again, to crawl down and begin to attentively kiss his chest.
I sigh against him as his hands come to my sides. I feel the purr-like sounds he produces as I suck and graze my teeth on his muscly pec. I hum in approval when I pull away and see the blazing red mark I left on his burning white skin, "if you morph my art off your body, I will give you nightmares."
I begin working on his skin again when he laughs at my words. I feel the vibration on my lips. He rubs my shoulder with his hand, "a titillating thought."
I look at him from where he was looking down at me and bite down on the side of his ribcage. He grunts in response. I raise a brow at him, "it's a threat, Somnia."
His eyes darken, where mine sparkle.
Without warning, he pulls my head back by my hair, and pushes himself up by his other arm, "who do you think you're threatening, child?"
I wince, chuckling under my breath, "clearly this wanton creature beneath me."
He pulls me back by my hair more as he sits up all the way. I make a sound as he grabs my thigh and skids me closer on him.
Dream brings his face close to mine, nostrils flaring, as if in warning.
I chuckle, licking his lips, "remember, sweetling," I tug on his lower lip, releasing it to say, "on my command."
He sucks in a deep breath.
I raise a brow, "you wouldn't want me to leave you, now do you?"
He sighs, releasing my hair.
I push him back down, clicking my tongue as I do so, "naughty boy," I chastise, "wanting to take the reins so badly."
I begin to undo his pants, holding in my laugh at the visible imprint on him, "maybe I should take precautions before undoing you, hmm?"
I push myself off him and leaning to my side. His hands take hold of my waist as I grab something from my bedside table. I look down on him with a grin as his hands knead at me. I shake my head, "off."
Dream stills.
"Get your hands off me, Dream."
He obeys and so I take both his wrists in front of me. The golden serpent bracelet begins to then slither around his wrists. He watches this contraption shackle him and grunts, "you mock me, demon hunter."
I chuckle, moving off him, "well, you're being quite difficult."
Dream helplessly watches as I get off the bed and walk to the side of the room. I hear him try to rip at his cuffs. I laugh as I grab a silver spear, "that was a gift from Jupiter. Try not break it."
I then plummet my spear at the base of my bed. I wiggle a finger at Dream, beckoning him over, "now come over, beloved Somnia."
He does not struggle as he crawls over to me with bound hands.
"On your back," I say, "hands up."
Dream does just that, rolling on his back, bringing his bound wrists to the spear where the serpent then begins to constrict itself.
"Very good, my king."
The king makes a sound of distaste, which I heartily laugh at.
I waste no more time and quickly go to him, ridding him of his remaining clothing like a kid on Christmas morning.
My lips involuntarily part at the size of him, "fuck. I forgot you made yourself... bigger."
I find offence when he chuckles and croons, "will this be a problem?"
"No," I quip quickly.
"Very good, then," he smiles.
I mock, "very good then."
Once it was now just me, him, and his pulsing length, I begin my ministrations. I crawl back on him and grin, grabbing his hardened member, "not quite a watermelon lollipop but-" I cut myself off and take him in my mouth.
He heavily breathes out and shuts his eye. I giggle in approval over his reactions, one hand coming to my core, already slickened with arousal.
I lap my tongue around him before taking him deeper. I press both my hands on his thighs when his legs begin to stir.
I dig my nails into his hips and slowly constrict my teeth around him as I bob my head up and down him. In a sort of challenge for myself, I make an attempt to take him all. The moment he hits the back of my throat however, I begin to struggle and will myself to relax to further take him in.
When I begin to gag, I pull myself off and catch my breath, leaning my weight into, "you did this on purpose," I scoff, "you knew this would happen."
"I am not omniscient," he laughs, "I did not foresee this-"
"Oh fuck you," I cut him off, "I'm going to fucking make you cry."
Oh, you can bet that he found that funny.
His laughter was cut off when I removed my underwear, chucking my panties and bra to where ever, then mounted myself on him. I am glad I am wet enough to take him in but I cannot withhold the whine that I tried to conceal as I did so. Fuck him and his magnum cock.
Well... that was what I was doing.
Once I am on him, he lets out a moan and the pulls at his shackles, making the snake bracelet glow and constrict tighter on him.
I take my turn to laugh this time around, and my core, which was still busy adjusting to the size of him, flutters around him. I don't say it as self-satisfied as I wanted to, "serves you right."
He calls out my name. It makes my stomach roll.
I fell him slowly rock his hips into me and I push down on his chest, whining at his attempts, "stop! Stop! Give me a fucking chance."
He instantly stops and looks up at me with a worried look, "I apologize, I-"
"Shut the fuck up," I shake my head, "the more you speak, the more I want to fuck you up."
Dream presses his lips into a thin line, but he obeys.
After a while, I allow myself to ride him like an eager jockey.
I rock myself on him at a slow pace. I heave in and out at the overwhelming feel of him. My toes curl at the bundle of nerves he hits every time he fills me up to to my fucking stomach.
I sigh as I rub on my sensitive nub as I press my weight forward. I close my eyes and chew on my lip at the sensations. I drag my flesh out of my teeth as I begin to feel pressure build within me.
"More," Dream whines, craning his head up to look at me.
I look down on him, narrowing my eyes, "pretty boys like you don't ask," I mutter, "they beg."
I push my hands on his chest and lean down to give him a kiss, all while keeping the slow pace of my thrusts. When he meets me halfway to take my lips in his, I dodge him, then rub my nose on his, "I said beg. Beg for me."
He moves his head closer to catch my lips, and I pull all the way back, sitting up again to look down on him in disappointment. He whines, pulling his arms, making my contraption glow and constrict all over.
He drops his head in defeat. I chuckle.
"Beg," I call out louder.
Dream gulps, "please."
"What?"
"Please."
"Please, what?" I cease the roll of my hips, "please stop?"
He heaves, lifting his head back up, ripping at his wrist, "please don't stop."
"Mmm," I nod, "but I'm a little confused, my lord," I massage my breasts, "what exactly should I be doing?"
He watches my hands for a moment. I'm amused it actually distracts him. I chuckle, "Earth to Dream?"
Dream sighs.
"Somnia?" I drag out.
"Move your hips," he says breathlessly.
I hum, pretending to debate his words.
"Please," he adds, making me smile.
I rub my wetness on him, "you mean like this?"
Dream sighs, gulping roughly, "no."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I have no idea what you mean, my king," I pout, making no attempt to give him what he so clearly wanted.
"Thrust into me," he sputters, "ride me like an eager jockey."
I snort, breaking into a laugh. I feel a rush shoot through me. My hands come up to my cheeks, "you heard that?" I giggle, "dirty, dirty boy, listening to my thoughts."
"Please," he strains, pulling at his binds again. He drops his head, huffing, "please move."
"Well, now that you're asking me so nicely," I muse, shifting on him, hands falling back on his chest. I begin to move up and down, slow and steady, emptying out and getting filled right back in with his stiffened length.
He moans in approval, eyes closing in pleasure. I sigh and lick my upturned lips, "better, baby?"
"Yes," he drags out a breath, "yes, thank you."
I groan at his words, moving a bit faster, "oh fuck, that's hot. Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes. Very good."
I whine, "fuck."
As I move on him, I savor his feel, how he's deliciously stretching me out and how my insides were sucking him in.
I momentarily slow when I hear a strained crackling sound in front of me. What the fuck was that?
It takes me about two seconds to realize it was my bracelet. Oh fuck.
I feel my inside flutter at the possible threat literally about to unravel before me. I lick my lips, "you enjoying yourself, Dream?"
He only moans in response.
"That's not an answer, darling?" I hum, slowing down all over again.
His eyes break open and his jaw tenses. I hear a fucking cracking sound. Is that my spear or my bracelet?
"Come on, use your words, Prince of Stories."
"I want you to move faster," he mutters gutturally.
What the fuck, is that my floor?
"Please?"
I dig into the side of his ribs and give in to his pleas. He moans and shuts his eyes again, but the strain on my bracelet does not waver. I watch as the object burns brighter.
I whimper when Dream begins to move beneath me. I tear my gaze from his wrists to his face, scowling at him, "behave."
To my surprise, he obeys, then whispers, "please kiss me."
I coo at his sentiment, feeling my core for him. I lean over and plant my lips on him. I moan at the feel of his tongue sneaking into my mouth.
I bring my grip onto the mattress and begin moving faster than I have yet. I whine and pull away from him to catch my breath, "giddy fucking up horsey."
It takes me a second to realize what I just fucking said.
The next moment, I grunt and find myself giggling. I crack myself up with how wholeheartedly stupid and dick delirious I've become. As I continue to laugh, I find myself slowing to prioritize my amusement while I screw my eyes shut.
I was soon very clear that it was a poor choice.
All at once, there was a loud snapping sound. The moment I opened my eyes, I behold a broken bracelet and a bent spear. Oh, yeah, and he unamused Dream of the Endless that was now slowly sitting up in front of me.
I release a final chuckle.
My sounds go dry as his hands take my hips and he brings his face closer to me, "I do not appreciate the fact you're so easily distracted while making love to me, my dear."
I grunt when he bucks into me. My arms wrap around his shoulders as my voice hikes up with his movements. I wrap my legs around his torso as I mumble halfheartedly, "we're not making love, we're... we're fucking."
He groans at that, moving in to kiss me feverously. I whine when his fingers rub at my core. Dream pulls away, forehead resting on mine, "you mock me so readily."
"Yeah," I huff, "well you deserve-"
I choke on my next words as I plummet back into my bed where Dream takes the reins fully, rocking into at a tempo that pleased him, and, well, me.
I mindlessly call his name, legs and arms wrapping around him as he moderately fucks into me. My bed creaks at his force.
It doesn't take long for him to speed up.
I whine and screw my eyes shut.
"Is this a good pace? Am I pleasing you?" he mutters against my neck.
I open at the sound of his words. He did not speak with the same taunting tone I had. He asks me this in genuine inquiry, genuinely intent on finding out if he was, in fact, pleasing me.
I pepper his jaw with kisses then nibble on his earlobe before replying, "yes, my sweet boy," I moan, "you can move a little faster if you want to."
"I want to," he quickly responds.
I sigh, "then faster, baby."
He moans and kisses me in response. His movements rip out a deep cry from deep within me as he hastens.
"That's it," I struggle, one hand digging into his unruly hair, pulling at it, "you're doing so good for me. So good."
The king growls against me, sucking at my neck, just below my jaw.
"Fuck," I sigh, "dulcis somnium meum."
My sweet dream.
He adjusts me beneath him, hands coming to thighs, squeezing the area as he presses deeper, "you feel so good around me."
My toes curl at his words and my skin breaks out in goosebumps at his hot breath.
"Pretiosum venatorem," Dream dictates 'my precious hunter,' sucking on the base of my throat, "such beautiful sounds."
My breath quickens with his actions. I roll my head back as my fingers dig into his spine.
"Dic quomodo sentio," he breathes against me, "quaeso."
Tell me how I make you feel... please.
"Good," I whimper, "great," I whine, "et stupri magna." So fucking great.
"Beautiful," he retorts, "so beautiful like this, so beautiful beneath me."
I feel myself coil up around him. He seems to feel it too, since his one hand leaves my thigh to rub at my pulsing heat.
He muses to me in Latin. He speaks poetry to me in my native tongue, praising my lips, my breath, my warmth, and how I was taking him so well.
I return his poetry with deep grunts and age old curses that would make the Roman deities shun me in sore displeasure.
And yet Somnia kisses me, practically eating up my vile words like honey and delivers me into pure adoration, pure fucking ecstasy.
I yelp when I break beneath him. I whine and rip at him, teeth digging into his shoulder, legs constricting around him tighter. The sensation is further intensified when I feel him release into me, pace now maddeningly fast, brutal, and delicious.
"Yes, Dream!" I call, helplessly spiraling under him. "Praise to the Dream Lord," I find myself whining in Latin as I ride out my high and quiver out all the breath that's left in my lungs.
He moans, kissing my cheek, replying in the same language, "I accept you adoration." He takes a moment before dragging out my name from his lips. It makes my stomach roll even further and my body tense tighter.
The Dream Lord takes my thighs into his hands again as he rides the both of us through our peaks, brutal yet caring all at once.
I melt into a bag of boneless flesh the next moment.
When he eventually relents, I catch my breath against his jaw, rubbing my nose on his skin affectionally.
Once he is stagnant above me, he turns to me and places kiss on my lips. After a moment, he pulls away and opens his mouth to speak. He doesn't get to however, as suddenly my bed creaks and all at once, one leg snaps and I squeal as we both slide roughly down to the floor.
I cling onto him for dear life as he pushes up against me, both keeping us from falling any further and poking into the root of my womanhood. My mouth releases a lewd cry in response.
I catch my breath as he lifts his head up and surveys the damage.
"Did you," I pant, "fucking break my bed?"
Dream turns to me, lips barely parting, "I..." he starts, "my apologies."
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We need reader marking that morpheus neck, his Adam's apple is so tempted, all that bit of skin asking to be marked.😳🙈🤒😏
i got you girl-
When he growled, a storm of electricity rippled through your body.
Fuck.
You smirked against the skin of his neck, tongue darting over the red mark.
"And what do you think you're doing?" He hissed, head back against his throne, eyes closed.
"Marking you, my King," you whispered innocently between soft kisses to his neck. Faint touches, leaving him restless, wanting for more. You had craved to do this ever since the first time your body felt his lips. His neck was just too pretty to be left alone, the alabaster skin too perfect not to be sucked, bitten, marked. He was yours, the King of the Nightmare Realms, was fucking yours, and you needed his subjects to see that.
"Marking me," he repeated softly, breathlessly.
"Mhh," you murmured and did it again, leaving the most delicious color dark red on him. His breath hitched, fingers burying into your skin. You knew that he wouldn't be the only one bruised after this.
Arousal flooded you and you smiled. "You're mine, don't you know that?"
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬
requested by @simpforbuckyb
A/N: asdfghjkl one of my favourite tropes with one of my favourite boys, what an excellent way to kick off kinktober! thank you so much for the request my lovely, I really hope you like it <33
You feel the tremble radiate through Mopheus' body as you slowly sink yourself down onto his cock. He throws his head back onto the mattress, his eyes squeezing shut. His whole body tenses, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he fights to control himself. His fingers dig painfully into your hips as he struggles to contain himself, almost overwhelmed by how good it felt to have your warm, wet pussy wrapped around him.
It was a feeling so new to him and yet somehow so familiar, as if this is where he belonged. As if he was always meant to be buried inside you like this. As if he was made for it.
Or perhaps you were made for him, considering just how perfectly your tight cunt fit around him.
“You alright, my love?” You ask gently, careful to keep your hips still for the moment.
Morpheus takes a deep shuddering breath to steady himself before answering. His eyes open half way to greet your gaze with a sultry, already fucked-out look upon his face.
“You just feel so incredible,” he whispers raggedly.
You smile at him softly as you slowly begin to start rolling your hips, rocking back and forth on his cock. He groans, deep his chest and yet high in pitch. His hands move with your hips as he lets you set the pace; slow and steady, careful to overwhelm him too quickly.
You take your time with him, not rushing to build up speed or momentum, just letting the both of you revel in the feeling of finally being connected in this way. Morpheus pants and writhes beneath you, his back arching slightly, bucking his hips up to meet yours as you grind down on him. As you steadily increase your speed his moans increase in frequency, rise slightly in pitch, his fingers gripping you tighter and tighter as he builds towards his climax.
You can tell he’s close, just seconds from releasing inside you when he suddenly sits up, stilling your movements. His one hand snakes up your back, his palm flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you into him. His other hand moves to cup your nape, tilting your head back slightly. He swiftly buries his face into your neck, his lips burning feverishly against your skin. You run a hand up his back, sliding up his neck to land in his hair, cupping the back of his head gently.
“Morpheus, what is it?” You ask gently, even as a soft moan escapes you when his lips pepper searing kisses across your throat.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he breathes hotly against your neck. “Tell me... what... makes... you... feel good,” he demands between kisses.
You loose a soft moan at the whine in his voice, the sheer desperation he had to make you feel as good as possible even during his first time; it made your heart swell and your pussy clench. Even so, you shake your head lightly and stroke his face with your hand.
“I’ll show you exactly how to pleasure me afterwards,” you promise him gently. “But right now, my love, this is just about you...”
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All Mine
Lucifer Morningstar x reader
Warnings: this is straight up smut. Lil fluff at the end, deep subspace, mean Lucifer for about 2 seconds, punishment, overstim, bondage (barely), fingering, d/s, master kink?, vibrator, thigh riding, crying, mirror but it’s quickly forgotten about, probably ooc Lucifer, very sweet Lucifer for aftercare, R has like 2 lines, safeword exists it just isn’t used
A/n: this is my first full on smut and I am SCARED, also also English is my second language so don’t judge the writing too hard, anyways thanks to my bae fiancé, pebbles for reading before anyone else and being a blushing mess while I freaked out abt it.
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You were a fucking mess. Arms tied above your head, vibrator pressed securely on your clit held by the bindings around your thighs, mirror on the ceiling mocking you as you squirmed in bed, you can’t remember how many times you’ve already cummed or how long you’ve been there.
It was all your fault really, you were bored and Lucifer was busy doing whatever, so you plotted on finding ways to get their attention back on you, you decided on having a “chat” with a lust demon, big mistake, the demon quickly grew comfortable with you making an attempt to get you to lay with them, the demon was punished accordingly of course, everyone in hell was well aware of who you are and what you mean to Lucifer, so really it’s the demons fault no?
The demon lost his head but Lucifer wouldn’t do that to you of course not, they decided they decided they better entertain you if you were bored enough to whore yourself out to their subjects, but they still had work to finish so now here you were. Practically drowning on your own wetness- both tears and cum, throat hoarse from moaning and screaming, you gave up on trying to open your eyes the humiliation of seeing yourself in the mirror being simply too much, as another orgasm hit you a sob escaped your lips. You swore it was the last one, it had to be physically impossible to keep coming but oh you were so wrong.
You were reduced to sobs and whimpers by the time Lucifer finally came back and you wanted nothing more than for your master to cradle you in their arms, body weak as you tired (and failed) to squirm away from the toy, you never felt unsafe though and both you and them knew how much you could take, despite your current position you could stop this whenever you wanted to, you just had to say the word or give a signal, yet you didn’t.
They immediately untie your hands, sitting against the headboard and sitting you between their legs while you’re still thrashing against the toy coming undone once again and gripping onto them for stability, your head is so empty you can barely talk, your mind growing fuzzy. They noticed this, of course.
“Hi sweet one” they cooed, gently moving the hair covering your eyes to get a good look at you, you looked a perfect mess, so ready to please them, just how they wanted you. “hurt- it hurts ‘m so empty- please-!” You were ready to continue begging, not really sure if you were begging for them to make it stop or give you more but got quickly cut off when they finally untied your legs along with the vibrator turning it off, but quickly replacing it with their hand thrusting three fingers into you using their palm to continue to torture your clit.
“Look at yourself doll, oh how pretty you look.” They grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up. Your hips were uncontrollably grinding onto their hand and your head rolled back against their shoulder, all you could let out where sobs and whimpers. The ruler of hell and all sin looking at you with pure lust.
“You want to act like a whore you’re gonna get fucked like one, you understand don’t you pet?” Their tone was practically dripping in sweetness while degrading you. You only whined in response, your eyes were so unfocused and your breathing erratic, their other hand moved up to your neck squeezing just the right amount. “Oh you’re so lost in that little head of yours, listen to my voice little love, masters right here, give me one more”
At their command you came for what you thought would be the final time, mouth open in a silent scream as they helped you ride it out their hand came to a slow stop only pulling out when you tried to turn your body towards them.
They helped you turn, wrapping their arms around you, their wings hiding you both, something they knew always made you feel safe. You wordlessly curled into them wrapping your arms around their neck as your cries and aftershocks finally slowed down. After a while Lucifer said your name, so softly you almost missed it in your half conscious state, and you shook your head and sighed into their neck, you weren’t ready to leave headspace just yet.
They hummed in response. “Still my sweet little doll, I watched you the whole time, did you know that?” you shook your head again. “You looked divine, still do. Falling apart over and over at my will, I saw when your pretty little head went blank, how you craved me even more from that moment.” you pulled away from their neck, looking at them with an adorable pout they couldn’t help but chuckle, giving you a sweet kiss as their hands moved up to cup your face.
“What is it, pet?” you seated yourself on their thigh, flinching away for a second before you fully straddled them and looked at them with the best puppy eyes you could muster. “Oh haven’t you had enough for today, doll?” Again their hands wandered down, soothingly rubbing your sides and you shook your head. “Hurts really good doesn’t it pet? You like having your mind fuzzy and empty that much? Not being able to get a word out, you’re only here to please me isn’t that right?” Fuck, they knew how to drive you absolutely mad.
You wanted to answer, you really did! But your mind was really too far gone, so you gave them a wordless nod as you moved your hips to slowly grind against them, automatically making you fall against them with a whimper. “My sweet pet, you are much too sensitive to move on your own, let me help you hm?”
Lucifer didn’t need a reply, simply tightening their grip on your hips and helping you move much- much faster causing your to gasp and frantically grip their arms in an attempt to slow them down. “No no no, come on pet. You wanted this. I told you it was enough for today and you had the audacity to pout. Now take it.”
Your breathing was ragged and your eyes were tearing up again. A hand came up whipping away a tear and sweetly cupping your face, which you happily leaned into closing your eyes. “You’re all mine. You know that pet? I own you. Your perfect body, precious little mind, corrupted soul, and beautiful heart. All mine, be a good little doll and come for me.”
Only then did they allow you to move on your own, clenching your thighs around their own when you reached your high, you cried out slowly rutting against them through the aftershocks, the only sounds in the room were your whimpers and their soft voice bringing you down from your high.
“I need you to come back to me sweet one, can you breathe with me? Just slow down doll, you’ve been so good” you let out a pleased hum, nuzzling into your lovers neck and followed their breathing as their hand calmingly brushed through your hair. Lucifer tried lifting your head but you resisted, hiding into them further if that was even possible. “Let me look at you, doll” the thought of losing their warmth was killing you, but you complied.
Lucifer was sure they were back in heaven once your eyes met them, half lidded, a little watery and unfocused, perfect face covered in a soft blush. “Hello my love..” they smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“How about a bath, and you can go right back to hiding in my arms?” you nodded excitedly, giving them a quick kiss before hiding your face again and hugging them tighter as they stood up, their arms supporting your back and legs.
“Making me carry you and everything. Is this is how you treat the ruler of hell?” You giggled at that, the fuzziness in your head slowly clearing away. “My apologies your grace, shall I carry you?” You mused after clearing your throat, earning an unamused look from Lucifer before they responded.
“I should certainly like to see you try, pet.”
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