What If Desire Put Like A Spell Or Something To The Reader And So Its Almost Like She Is In Heat, Or

What if Desire put like a spell or something to the reader and so it’s almost like she is in heat, or it makes her almost addictive and Morpheus like can’t get enough of her. With the song Desire playing in the back ground or as a prompt (maybe with some of the lyrics as dialogue? Morpheus smut please if anyone is willing to write. If anyone does, just make the smut long and passionate please. My hormones are killing me here.

I love it

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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New Beginnings | Sandman imagine

Summary: After Calliope’s cry for help, Morpheus goes to her rescue and the muse finds out her former lover has moved on.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Request: Yes

When Morpheus heard Calliope’s calling he was quick to attend and free her from her imprisonment. Out of respect and honoring for the love and grief they shared, Morpheus wouldn’t be capable of lying to himself, as Calliope was undoubtedly a huge part of his story and once was the mother of his child, he couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

He still felt an immense love for her, and it made his blood boil to find out about her confinement in the hands of Richard Madoc, so he made sure that he would get the right punishment for his atrocities, the man didn’t deserve mercy. Men such as him were rats, cowards who had to be taught a lesson.

For the first time in ages Calliope was free and while she was grateful to Oneiros she was also wondering if he still had feelings for her, out of the wrath he depicted when he imparted justice and the immense tension that filled the room when Morpheus was alone with her.

No matter how much time they spent apart, Calliope still knew her former lover like the back of her hand, and they still couldn’t bring up the subject of their son. But knowing how apprehensive the Endless was, she highly doubted he even acknowledged his pain and grief.

Seeing as he almost walked out that door and it would probably take ages for her to see Oneiros again, she dared to speak.

“May I visit you in the Dream Realm sometime…” His dark blue eyes fixated on her, shining with indescribable emotion. “So that we may finally talk about our son?”

Morpheus opened his mouth to speak, finally understanding the closeness of Calliope was a demonstration of her restraint love, a love maybe she wasn’t even aware that was still there…

But before he could say something female voice he knew very well filled his ears and draw his attention along with Calliope’s.

“Bubs?” A thin woman was outside, just a few feet away from where Morpheus was standing, she was radiant and beautiful, looking at the eternal man with love, when looking carefully at his expression Calliope could see how Morpheus’ face lighted up at the side of you, his whole face changed.

The muse’s heart shattered quietly, the bit of hope she had in Oneiros still loving her died right there. Suddenly, two little kids not older than three years old came out from under your skirt, the toddlers ran in Morpheus direction and he welcomed them with open arms.

You walked over to Morpheus and he was quick to grab you by the waist and kiss you softly. You grabbed your arms around his neck, smiling.

“I’m sorry, love. They insisted”

“It was a very nice surprise” Dream said, picking his daughter up. While your son had his eyes fixated on Calliope who’s eyes watered at the sight of the raven haired boy, he was the living image of Oneiros and her heart ached as she was reminded of the son she lost centuries ago.

For the first time since you arrived you looked at Calliope and she looked back at you, smiling lightly with nostalgia.

“I’m sorry, I’m Y/N. Queen and wife to Morpheus” you reached out your hand to her, she shook it and was reminded of the time she was his as well.

“Calliope” she replied, you nodded slightly, something in your eyes changed, it was some sort of acknowledgment. Of course you knew who she was.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Likewise” you turned to Morpheus.

“We should leave now, darling it’s getting late” your children whined, protesting.

“But we want to see the Waking World, mama!” the older twin spoke, pouting and batting his long eyelashes at you.

“We’ll have plenty of time to see it, Acanthus” Morpheus told his son, kneeling before him and pinching his nose lightly, making the boy giggle.

“You promise, papa?” Now his daughter spoke, he nodded.

“I promise, Roseann. Now please go back with your mother to the Dreaming. I’ll join you shortly” both of his children complied his command and said goodbye to their father and Calliope before vanishing with you to the Dream realm.

Morpheus looked at Calliope once again, the whole atmosphere changed when getting a glimpse of his new life. The muse now understood that was the tension she felt earlier, the nervousness from a kept secret and not an unexpressed love as she believed at first.

“A rose and a thorn…” Calliope murmured, making Morpheus smile weakly, imagining how she must felt at this specific time.

“One cannot exist without the other, and being twins… it seemed fitting. Y/N suggested it, actually” the muse giggled.

“Of course” there was a minute of silence after that. “You have a beautiful family, Oneiros. I’m happy for you” he smiled, Morpheus was truly happy now, after centuries of grief and pain and he wished the same for his former lover. But all he could say was two simple words.

“Goodbye, Calliope”

“I will never forget this. Fare you well”

Then, Morpheus disappeared in a swirl of sand, leaving Calliope standing all by herself under the moonlight, but being left with another important thing…

Freedom.

I love it

Perseverance | Sandman Imagine.

Summary: As an eternal being, love didn’t seem to be Dream’s friend, as he lost you, his one true love, but something told him you would eventually come back to him.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Requested: Yes

It had always been a lonely existence as an Endless, Morpheus was mostly used to it and surrendered to the reality of his role. Love didn’t seem to fit in his world, that was until you came along.

You weren’t exactly human but you weren’t inmortal either… Morpheus fell in love with you centuries ago, and even when you perished, you would eventually reincarnate and come back to your loved one.

You had all types of appearances, bodies, but Morpheus would recognize you every single time, and every single time you had the same name.

Y/N.

The Endless tried to find an explanation to your existence but there was nothing, or at least nothing in concrete, the only thing he could find that was a very reduced answer to his constant question was that you had some sort of soul contract to the Lord of Dreams.

But this particular soul contract didn’t have an estimated time as to when will you be able to reincarnate and for what you told him, you had no control over it.

The reincarnation could take thirty or fifty years for all you knew, it could even extend to centuries and there was no true way of knowing when you came back, it was your duty to find him.

No matter how long you took, you would always make the most of your time together, because you didn’t know when you would see each other again, but every time you left at least, the King of Dreams had a new wave of memories to remember you.

You recently had died in 1755 at the Lisbon earthquake, he felt devastated but he was hopeful, because you would find him, just like every other time. So he waited.

But one day he was deprived from his freedom at the hands of an amateur occultist and he felt completely helpless.

It would be impossible for you to find your way to him now. He wanted to scream, curse, kick, anything that would ease his rage, but he remained silent.

Morpheus didn’t speak a word, even through the anger, frustration, he just waited for some opportunity to get out of that humid hell hole.

He was completely alone, cold. Until his ears buzzed as he heard a familiar voice… but it couldn’t be, could it?

Dream tried to listen with much more intent this time. He could hear footsteps fading in the distance and then it took a few seconds to hear the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

A chill ran down his spine.

You were there, somehow you were there. His beautiful Y/N, you ran to him, completely shocked and appalled by the sight of Morpheus completely bare sitting in some kind of prison bubble, he stared right into your eyes, forgetting about his imprisonment for a single minute.

For a single minute, the world ceased to exist. There was only you.

“What have they done to you?” You asked him, completely distressed. He put his hands at the sides of yours, and even when he could only feel the cold glass, he imagined for a second he was touching your hands.

“Y/N? How did you find me here?” It was the first words he spoke in God knows how many years, so his voice sounded raspier than usual. You smiled.

“I heard some whispers and I had to come close to Roderick Burgess to finally sneak in” you explained a little too simply.

Morpheus looked at you reluctantly, making you roll your eyes.

“We didn’t do anything Morpheus, maybe just a little kiss but that was it” you said, Morpheus arched a brow.

“A kiss?”

“Seriously, Morpheus? Don’t you think we have bigger problems than where were my lips?” He looked away, but he still didn’t feel comfortable with you kissing Roderick Burgess.

“I have to go, but I promise I’ll find a way to get you out of here” you said to him, before quickly leaving the place, the last thing you wanted was for Roderick to find you anywhere near his dungeon.

It had been ten years of his imprisonment and he trusted you to get him out of here, if there was anyone stubborn enough and intelligent enough to outsmart Burgess it could be you.

When you came back you were joined by Jessamy, his loyal raven. You had brought a wrench to break the glass, with your strength and repetitive impacts as well as Jessamy’s effort the polymer was starting to crack, the cracks were growing stronger and Morpheus’ eyes glowed with hope, you two shared a look.

He was going to get out of here.

But then, two loud bangs echoed through the room, the first full on impacting Jessamy, as her blood was spluttered on the cristal, you step aside from Morpheus, and he caught a glimpse of the wound you were putting pressure on, your hand was covered in blood, a few drops falling to your feet.

When you looked at him teary eyed, his heart shattered. You collapsed to the floor and Morpheus couldn’t keep his eyes off your lifeless body.

Alex Burgess was standing at the end of the stairs, his father asked him to get rid of the bodies as Morpheus sat back, feeling like his whole world crumbled before him as his loyal companion Jessamy and the love of his life Y/N died at the hands of a coward and scrawny young boy like Alex.

He couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down his eyes as they took you and Jessamy away… this wasn’t supposed to happen, you came back but this time he didn’t have a lifetime of memories to remember you by, you were brutally taken away from his side, and Jessamy as well.

With all your efforts he knew he could at least try and break free, but he didn’t. Morpheus sat in the cold of his cracked prison cell plotting his vengeance.

A century passed until he was able to punish Alex Burgess and now being regained his power he still felt a void within his soul, because nothing he did would bring you back. Only time could do that.

Present day, he sat on a park bench feeding the birds, replaying in his head your atrocious murder, he hated that was the last memory of you, how your eyes showed the fear and pain of dying too soon.

“Is the seat taken?” That voice he knew so well filled his ears, when looking up you stood before him, with a beautiful smile and the rays of the sun shining down on you.

“Y/N?” He asked, even when he could recognize you, it was unbelievable, you laughed and hugged him, he slowly pulled you in, taking in your scent, the texture of your skin, your eyes…

You sat beside him, holding his hand, he caressed your face, repeating to himself over and over that you were truly here with him.

“I’m sorry my love, I’m so sorry” he apologized, your eyes soften in sympathy with his affliction.

“No, Morpheus listen to me. The only thing I am sorry for is that I left you to deal with grief and anger, but I would do it all over again if I had to” you spoke sincerely.

“But you were murdered trying to save me and I saw how they dragged you like you were nothing. And Jessamy” he explained, bubbling with anger once again. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you through his tears.

“I would take a bullet any day, for you. Jessamy loved you so much she risked her own life to try and set you free. Don’t weight yourself down with guilt”

You were so good to him and sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

Nevertheless, he did the one thing he couldn’t do all those years ago when he was trapped by Roderick Burgess, he kissed you. With so much intent, love and passion, the love of a man that had been waiting for you for almost three hundred years now, one lifetime was stolen away from you and Morpheus was determined to make up for the lost time.

He also promised that day, to find a way to free you from the ties of reincarnation, so you could finally be together for eternity and you could be free from the pain of waiting ages to be together for a limited amount of time.

; However Long the Night [ i ]

Dream x gn!Dawn!reader (no use of y/n)

summary: with dawn comes waking, and with waking comes the end of dreams. perhaps that’s why you and Dream work so well together. usually, at least.

word count: 1.5k

(note: i do not do tag lists, and my blog and fics are 18+)

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The Dreaming is always there to welcome you; even after centuries, and no matter how long your absence, the sun brightens and the flowers bloom along the path you walk towards the heart of this realm. This is not your realm, but it always feels like coming home nonetheless. Jessamy welcomes you, soaring overhead and dipping playfully now and then, so you know your appearance will come as no surprise to the King of Dreams.

He is waiting just beyond the doors of his palace, hands tucked behind his back and expression unreadable.

The smile you offer as a greeting holds the warmth of every sun you have ever lifted into the sky. “Dream.”

In return, his head dips but his eyes stay on you. He will not bow to another in his own realm. You return the formality, bending at your waist to acknowledge his sovereignty as he responds. “Dawn.”

This is how it has always been. The both of you have many names, but with one another you each settle for your first. Failing that, the Greeks of old created names for you that in turn became your favourites outside of The Dreaming: Morpheus and Eos.

You waltz through the entrance of the palace of The Dreaming as though you belong there; with no realm of your own to govern, you flit between others so long as you are welcome, but there is none you like so much as Dream’s. He starts walking, and you follow him towards the library without another word. He often brings you here, and he knows you’re following without looking over his shoulder.

“You interrupted one of the dreamers this morning,” he tells you, though his tone is far from accusatory. He stops at a desk, and watches you from the corner of his eye while you continue to drift through the library as though in search of something.

You laugh, light and teasing, fingers skimming over book spines as you walk. Not all dreamers wake with first light, but the ones who do are your favourites. They are the ones who most appreciate your work, more often than not. “The sun must rise, Dream. There will be questions if it doesn’t.”

A smile threatens the corner of his mouth. He fights it. “You disappointed The Corinthian.”

“The Corinthian ought to get used to disappointment,” you answer, “You’re too proud of him.”

It isn’t untrue. The Corinthian is Dream’s masterpiece, and by his very design he is a source of torment for humanity. You like him well enough, charming smiles and honey-voiced, but you loathe his purpose; you’ve always been bad at hiding your fondness for humanity. Even the first humans sat in awe of the sunrise, depicted it in their art, wove it into their stories by the fireside. You have loved them ever since. The Endless think you’re more protective of them than you have a right to be.

You glance at your old friend and must remind yourself, as always, that Dream does not only govern dreams.

“He serves his purpose,” Dream reminds you.

“His purpose is cruel.”

A pause.

“Then perhaps you should consider it fortunate that sunlight was enough to wake the human.”

“I do.”

There’s a moment in which he watches you with quiet interest, as he so often does. You’ve stopped, scanning the books in front of you before you turn back to him; he is long past his concern at being caught watching you, and if he feels much of anything while he does so you cannot tell from looking at him.

He opens his mouth, and you sigh preemptively. You know what’s coming. It’s a line you’ve heard a thousand times.

“Nightmares are as necessary as dreams to the mortals,” he says, voice low and steady, “There cannot be one without the other.”

You smile at him. “Then perhaps I should consider it fortunate that I am here to wake them.”

“Or unfortunate,” he counters as you start back towards him, “That you take them from dreams prematurely.”

You hum, and stop to perch yourself on the edge of the desk by his side. You tilt your chin up at him, searching for any ill-intent, and he raises a brow.

You find nothing but a playful challenge, so you answer: “Only some of them.”

Dream smiles at that - as much as you’ve ever seen him smile, at least - and any threat of tension between the two of you is broken. What’s left is a fondness you both stopped hiding centuries ago.

Peering down at you through thick lashes, he changes the subject. “Why have you graced my kingdom with your presence today, Dawn?”

“Should I have an excuse to visit my favourite among Night’s children?”

He tilts his head. “Death is your favourite of my mother’s children.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you’re not fast enough to stop the laugh that escapes you. He doesn’t look as amused as you, and you wonder how Death and Destiny managed to get nearly every ounce of common sense within their family between them.

“Ah, yes,” you answer with feigned thoughtfulness, “That’s why I spend all of my time in The Dreaming when I can go anywhere I choose.”

“Then it is The Dreaming you are visiting, not I. Or Lucienne,” he thinks for a moment, “Fiddler’s Green, perhaps?”

He knows you too well.

“Well, it is my favourite of your creations.”

“Do not allow the others to hear that,” he scolds gently, “They are much too fond of you to face it.”

You bite your tongue against the question that sits upon it, and instead jerk your head towards the door. “Will you join me, Dream Lord, or have I disrupted you enough for one day?”

“It has been some time since you last disrupted me so,” he reminds you, though he makes no further mention of the years-long space since your last visit, “I think I may be able to hear it a while longer.”

You’ll take it. Dream has always been bad at admitting a desire for companionship; instead, he shows it through quietly seeking it out and never speaking more on it. You’ve never made the mistake of mentioning it: he’s proud, and that pride is easily wounded which in turn can give way to a wrath you don’t want to be on the receiving end of. But it does bring another question to the front of your mind, and you voice it as you walk beside him out of the palace:

“Didn’t you visit that mortal friend of yours recently?”

You’re three strides ahead of him before you realise he’s stopped completely, and turning to him you can tell you’ve made a mistake. A storm has settled over him, a hardness set in his features and his shoulders rigid. You’ve struck a nerve, and immediately wish you’d kept quiet.

“Dream-”

“Friend is not the word I would use.”

You quirk a brow at him. “You’ve met this man every century for, what, five hundred years? Why do that if you don’t consider him a friend?”

“He is an insight into humanity, nothing more.”

You tut at him, and he narrows his eyes at you. It’s an effort not to roll yours in return.

“The need for companionship is not a weakness, Dream. The desire for it isn’t. You’d do well to remember that - you’ll be better for it.”

He steps towards you, stopping only when you are toe-to-toe and forcing you to look up at him. A cold anger passes across his features, and in that moment it’s hard to remember a time he looked upon you any differently. He will not be lectured by you: he has seen countless more universes and lifetimes than you, knows more horrors of existence than you. Who are you to lecture him on matters such as this?

His voice is low and menacing as he speaks. “And you would do well, Dawn, to remember your place when you are in my realm. I am Endless, and my existence thus far has prospered despite solitude. I am not in need of companionship.”

You’re reminded of when you first met him. He was hard and distant, and duty came above everything for him. It still does, but he has cracks in his cold exterior now through which your sunlight pours. Here and now, your light fails and his cracks close up and close you off from him.

Outside, clouds form across the sky of The Dreaming that the sun struggles to pierce through.

He doesn’t mean it, you tell yourself, you’ve simply struck a nerve. Still, he isn’t the only stubborn one here.

“Of course, Dream Lord.” You step back, and smile sadly at him despite yourself, “Then I am sorry for burdening you with mine for so long. Forgive me, for making the mistake of thinking us friends.”

You’re gone before he can think to open his mouth and protest.

How do you think Morpheus and dark Morpheus would react to find a dildo in his lovers draw?

Omg, are you a mind reader? I have been toying with the idea for ages.

I would imagine at first he would be insulted, like why would you need such a thing, and why the hell does it vibrate?

Then he would question you, whispering darkly in your ear, smirking as you spluttered out a response. And then he just has to test out your answer.

Every possible position, testing out every setting. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with dark glee till he has tried out every setting and function, you a broken mess on the bed sheets before he decided that now it's his time for some fun.