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So you know the Chinese saying that once you've saved a person's life, you're responsible for them forever? where after the reader saves Dream, Dream keeps appearing expecting the reader to take care of him and be responsible for him in a variety of situations and moments. Bonus Points: Dream doesn't exactly explain anything to the reader. Those are the old laws, the reader should be aware of what he was doing when he decided to reach out and save him and that was it.

ANOTHER BONUS: this is why no one rescued Dream— NO ONE WANTED THIS AN INFINITE LIMIT FOR THEM IN SUCH A WAY

Why Are You Here?

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You accidentally saved the King of Dreams from his century old prison, now he's your everyday nightmare (affectionate).

Word Count: >900

Warnings: Gender neutral!reader, clingy!Dream, jealous!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I think I am now finally able to write requests again 🥲🫶 slay for me Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

I wiped my face as I looked at the clock at the bottom right of my computer screen. I huffed and leaned back on my office chair, twirling myself around as I waited for my file to upload.

One.

Two.

Three twirls in.

Suddenly, I stop in a panic when a dark figure manifests in front of me.

I cling onto the side of my desk and jump out of my chair, "Dream, what are you-"

"I was unable to procure the results we had last time we baked, and I came to tell-"

I grab his arms and frantically look around my office, "what did I tell you about manifesting yourself in inappropriate settings?"

Dream looks down at me with his eyes as I look past him on both sides of his arms. His brows faintly furrow, "this is not an inappropriate setting. You are fully dressed and I am-"

"That is not what-" I quip, pinching my fingers together. I sigh as I look at the befumbled entity, his galactic blue eyes glassed with an innocent incapacity to understand he was not meant to be suddenly in my place of work. I grab his biceps and push him back.

I begin to lead him to the bathroom with our linked arms, "I can't answer your baking questions right now," I look around the room, "also, didn't we establish you should only come to me if you were in actual trouble."

He mumbles, placing a hand on my arm that was linked with his, "my cake did not rise."

I turn to him, "Dream-"

"You told me baking could alleviate my sorrow. It has done nothing but frustrate further. I would think you should bare some responsibility for the fact."

I grunt as I stop in my tracks. I pull away to cross my arms, "did you follow the recipe you have?"

Dream looks back at me, "to the best of my capacity."

"Then I don't know what to tell you," I mutter, shrugging, "I can't really see what you did-"

"Precisely why," he takes my hand, "you should come to the Dreaming with me."

I look around the room and give him an incredulous expression. I whisper-yell, "I'm working right now."

Dream steps forward. His face solemn, "I will make sure no one will notice."

Shutter.

Dream and I snap to the side. Behold, there stood my nosy co-worker, Liam, one hand holding a smoothie, and another holding up a phone, camera pointed at us.

Fuck.

"Liam," I pull away from Dream.

"I didn't take a photo of you," he immediately says, "I took a selfie." He begins to pose and take a photo of himself.

"Liar," Dream retorts with an echo, not having to open his mouth.

I look around the room when the lights flicker because of this.

Liam reacts to it, extremely on edge as he too looks around the room.

I release a breath, thinking of an excuse as to explain why this unknown man dressed for a funeral and I were talking. I look at Dream. Maybe I could say he was going to a funreal?

"So," Liam starts, shaking his head, "who's this?"

"This is..." I start, turning to Liam, "Murphy."

"Murphy?" Liam squints at the Lord Morpheus, "you don't look like a Murphy."

Dream does not respond.

Liam sips on his smoothie before pulling it abruptly away, shaking his phone, "oh I know who this is!" He points repeatedly at me, "this is they guy that has been sending you flowers!"

"No."

"What?"

Dream and I said this at the same time.

Dream turns to me, as I grab his arm and push past Liam, "good talk, Liam. Murphy has to go now."

I sigh as I lead him to the exit, "I was going to make you disappear through the bathroom, but then Liam caught us together."

He makes a sound, "do you not want me to be seen by this person who sends you flowers?"

"What?" I turn to Dream, "that was a mistake in delivery. It was for Abigail. She recently got married-- but I mean you already know that."

"I do," he mutters.

I shake my head, "Liam made a big deal out of it, like he does everything."

"Would you like to do something about Liam?"

I exit our office and drag Dream towards the elevator, "I would like for you never to suddenly pop up here again."

I watch him pout and furrow his brows, "but you are my person," he replies. He stops us both in our tracks, "the old laws bind us together."

I sigh and nod as I walk off and repeatedly press on the elevator button, "I know! I know. The old laws that even you have to answer to."

Dream's face hardens, his posture falls, "is my presence such a nuisance to you?"

"Morpheus," I sigh, "It's not your presence," I reply, "it's the fact you're at my job," I mumble, "my job that I worked so hard to get and would make me spiral if I lost."

I turn from the elevator doors to Dream as he straightens up, "it was not my intention to cause you distress."

I nod, "I know," I place a hand on his arm, "and you're both kind of really cute for this, and super annoying."

The elevator doors open. I motion for Dream to enter. When he does, I smile at him and wave goodbye. He looks and raises his hand, "I will redo my cake in a manner in which will impress you."

I chuckle, "I look forward to trying it."

He presses his lips into a smile, "farewell."

Just imagine Morpheus finding you again after centuries, but forcing himself to close himself off from you because he believes he is the reason you died. That he cannot love this reincarnation of you and you deserve better.

Just imagine him writing poetry about your beauty and how you have always been his one true love, but hiding it away in his dreams.

Just imagine you finding it after Lucienne places it in the library, and you cry over how beautifully written it is and how he thinks that he is undeserving of you.

Just imagine you running to him and before he can question your tear stained cheeks, you kiss him and the King of Dreams himself is flustered as you pull away but pulling you back in to relish in the taste of you one more time.

an understanding

morpheus x reader. 5k. no use of y/n. yearning. the only thing i know about video game development comes from mythic quest. dont feed ducks bread (its bad for them) morpheus.

“You know feeding ducks bread is bad for them right,” you pointedly tell the stranger in black. The man was wearing 30 layers of black under the midday sun. You had no clue how he could bear wearing a wool coat in this heat. Sweat was already gathering around your forehead and you were in a gauzy shirt. 

“Oh.” His voice was deep, an alluring quality that would’ve made him a perfect audiobook narrator. He doesn’t look up, still hunched over his loaf of french bread: the good kind that was made fresh in store at some local bakery. 

“Mind if I sit here?” You didn’t want to sit on the grass. Lugging a towel on top of your laptop and bag was bad enough so you were really hoping for a bench, even one with no shade. It was just too nice of a day to spend working indoors. 

He doesn’t respond. Tearing another piece of bread, he pops it into his mouth, finally looking up, looking out at the park contemplatively. 

You decide that it’s okay. He didn’t say no.

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dream of the endless you’re such a mr darcy variant

No kidding but my first thought in this "wait....aren't they siblings?" Then I remember I ship targaryen couples😂..

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The incestry feels of this fic no longer deters me ever since HOTD yassified incest..

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter One

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day, and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: None. 

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone. 

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Mother Night and Father Time created the seven Endless to personify life within the known universe. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. They did their jobs admirably, and well, for eons. Destiny personified a life journey. Death, the end of life. Dream oversaw the dreams and nightmares. Destruction, so that creation may happen from ruin. Desire embodied the darkest secrets one held. Despair embodied a feeling that all lifeforms felt at some point in their life and the youngest of the Endless? Delirium, the epitome of chaos and previously known as Delight. All was well within the universe, millennia going by in harmony. Then a life-sustaining planet came to be and it quickly became abundantly clear that the new race of sentient life was lacking in one last personification. So Mother Night and Father came together to create one last Endless. You. 

You were created on a bed of lavender and stars, swathed in blankets of shimmering ebony. Against your naked breast lay a morning dove whose wings were of grey and pink. You had been woven from stars, oceans, and daffodils to culminate the very essence of what you were to represent: hope. You would rise and fall with the sun and moon, come and go like the great tides of oceans, and feel with the crescendo of the tallest waterfall. The capacity in which you were created to understand and feel human emotion was like none of the previous Endless before you. Eyes flickering open, you saw the inky black of the universe, touched with stars, planets, and dust. You had the knowledge of the universe, but the sight before you still took your breath away. 

Rising from your cradle, dove fluttering into space, you felt the blankets that had been covering you, travel and drape across your body until you were dressed in a simple onyx shift. Your eyes gazed out at the universe in wisdom and innocence, enraptured by the overwhelming beauty and life that stretched out before you. Your dove fluttered in front of you and holding your hands out, you let her land on your joined fingers. She was your companion your creators had gifted to you, she would represent you, be your sigil, be your closest friend. Cradling her light body in one hand, you stroked a finger over her head and down her soft grey back speckled with black. She cooed at you and leaned into your shift, her black eyes closing in contentment. Already you could feel the bond you shared with her. While you stroked your companion, you felt a shiver run across your shoulders. You looked up into the vastness of space, feeling Mother Time and Father Night. 

They did not need to speak physical words to convey their message to you. You had a job that they were entrusting you with, the entire reason for your creation after so many eons of on seven Endless. You were to personify the one natural force that life could not exist without. It was a daunting task but you, in your newborn state, were ready to take on such a task. As your creators drew back to return to their duties, you felt a ripple of energy and then the blossom of seven powers much like your own. Your predecessors had arrived. Holding your dove close to your body, you slowly turned around, your bare feet sliding across space rocks and rubble. The seven Endless, eons older than you, were lined up in order by creation. The oldest, Destiny, spoke to you first. 

“We welcome you, sister,” Destiny had a kind voice and was draped in cloth, his face covered. You knew he could not see but he still had sight and saw the possibilities of everything. “To the beginning of the endless and all that you may bring to creation.” He was wise and all-knowing, a heavy burden you could feel.

“Come now brother, you don’t need to be so formal and mystique,” Death interjected, kind brown eyes looking at you with softness. She held so much life behind her eyes, despite the very task she was made for. 

“Mystique? It’s rather amusing, actually,” Desire cooed, their golden eyes washing over your form and to the little dove you held against your bosom. “Our parents appear to have made such a fragile and innocent Endless, how are you to help creation?” You remained silent to their provoking words. “Will you not speak little dove? Surely we aren’t that terrifying.” Your head tilted to the side in curiosity as the older siblings proceeded to chide Desire for attempting to pick on you. Desire merely rolled their golden eyes. 

“Dawn has been made as Mother Night and Father Time bid, Desire,” Destiny called out, shifting his grasp on the book chained to his wrist. “We shall leave our new sibling to her new realm.” The siblings bid their farewells, giving you curious last looks for your lack of speech. As Desire prepared to return to their realm, a voice broke the silence in a sweet almost intangibly beautiful lit. 

“Tell me, Desire,” You spoke, your eyes focused on Desire as the rest of the siblings turned around in surprise. Gently, you moved your hands away from your body and held out the one holding your dove within. “What is life without hope?” Your dove soared from your hands into the blanket of deep space, speckled heather gray wings stretched out. As flower petals started to swirl around the skirt of your shift, you gave Desire the briefest of smiles, your eyes glowing with the embers of your true power. Then you disappeared in a swirl of flower petals and stardust, leaving behind the nest of lavender and stars you had been born in. 

To the surprise of their siblings, Desire let out a genuine laugh and smiled deviously. 

“Well, what do you know? She has a backbone after all. What fun she’ll be,” They mused with sly rhetoric. A red shimmer surrounded Desire. “I like her already, I wonder what other surprises Dawn holds behind those innocent eyes of hers.” Destiny, Death, and Dream were the last to leave and the three oldest siblings exchanged looks. 

“It is troubling that Desire has taken a liking to our newest sibling.” Death commented softly, looking to Destiny. Destiny did not immediately reply, his mind absorbed in the endless futures of the newest edition to the small family. 

“Hmm, sibling, I do not believe… not purpose, hope…” He trailed off, his mind fully entranced in the future and possibilities of Dawn of the Endless. Dream and Death watched as he walked away disappearing in a fade.

“Do you think that Desire shall tempt her?” Dream asked, addressing his remaining sibling. Death considered what she had witnessed and what she could feel from their new sibling. 

“I believe that it is far too early to assume anything about Dawn, for we do not know who she is as an Endless, what she is like, or what she is capable of. We all could feel the immense power Mother and Father placed within her… only time shall tell.” A troublesome thought, Dream considered as he returned himself to his realm, questing the intersection of dreams and hopes. He was sure that out of the siblings, you would have the most interaction with him. After all, what was life, what were dreams, without hope?

Your realm was called The Gardens, but unlike the eldest Endless, yours was not a labyrinth. No, your realm was the epitome of all beauty found within a garden. Lofting waterfalls, endless woodlands, lakes, rivers, and oceans, and homes made from the trunks of trees. At the very heart rested the citadel, your home. It was a sprawling stone fortress that looked overgrown with trees and vines… but make no mistake, the flora was the very lifeblood of your home and was the brick and mortar that held the space together. In total, your realm housed a culmination of mythical creatures from those that took shelter within the tallest of trees, to those that slept in the deepest depths of the ocean, only surfacing when the moon was at its peak. You rather liked having the creatures mortals only dreamed of, inhabiting your realm, it made it extra special. 

You had surrounded yourself with dryads to take care of the living gardens that popped up sporadically within the citadel, and they also helped you keep track of the growing count of hopes that appeared within your library. With each passing year, the numbers grew exponentially and you were well busy. The hopes that the precious humans had were Endless. You supposed that is what gave them their charm. 

“… remind you that the spring flooding in the Flowering Wetlands has, once again, displaced several Will-o'-the-wisp families, three Naiad families, and—“ Rita passed to look at the scroll in her hand, her green finger running down the list. “Ah, yes, the Jengu has decided to make home in the papyrus again, farming has been… difficult. Bezia, I think her name is?”

Pausing in your efforts to prune the over-growing vine of ivy vines within the heart of your citadel, you looked at the stressed Ruta, your head handmaiden. 

“Take a group of handmaidens to reconstruct the flooded homes, I’ll talk with Bezia. I’m sure there is something we can do about her residency” You told her, returning your pruning clippers to the basket of garden tools. The skirt of your dress swirled around your bare feet as you approached Ruta and looked at the scroll in her hands. The spring floods caused mayhem each and every year, but the residents of the Flowering Wetlands refused to live anywhere else. You had no issue with that and were glad to help rebuild what got ruined every year… but Bezia the Jengu, or swamp mermaid, repeatedly used the flooding to take residence in the papyrus fields. You couldn’t have that because it impeded parchment production for the library… but you couldn’t exactly remove Bezia from what made her happy. 

“I see that you have a plan, my lady?” Ruta questioned with a knowing smile. You smiled back and looked up at the sky that shone in the open courtyard

“I’ll be back soon, expect the realm to tremble with change anew,” You spoke over your shoulder, flower petals and stardust swirling around you. Your dove cooed overhead seconds before you and her disappeared. Your journey to the Flowering Wetlands only took seconds and soon you were standing knee-deep within muddy waters, floating plants and flowers surrounding you. Your dove cooed and fluttered down to your shoulder. Scanning the papyrus around you, you spotted a glimmer of a green tail before it disappeared beneath the water. “Bezia?” You called, slowly walking towards the Jengu. 

You spotted the mischievous Jengu watching you from the shallow waters, swimming between the papyrus plants and never staying in one spot. 

“Bezia, I wish to speak to you, will you not pause in your mischief merry-making?” You called out. There was another splash, and you saw her tail flick a couple of plants before she popped out of the water in front of you. The dark-skinned Jengu eyed you wearily, her tail swishing about in nervous energy. “You can’t keep taking residence among the papyrus fields, Bezia, we need them for the library.” Her facial features scrunched in distaste.

“The papyrus fields are the best home to have, my lady, the salt water chafes my skin and the freshwater doesn’t feel right on my fins,” Bezia replied, flashing you her pointed teeth. Your eyes flickered around you, observing the papyrus fields.

“Which is why I shall make an extension to the Flowering Wetlands to provide you with a home you may take residence in year-round.” You explained to her, a kind expression on your face. “I do not wish for the residents of my realm to feel not at home, that includes you Bezia.” 

The Jengu regarded you carefully, assessing to see if you spoke the truth. Then she nodded. With your eyes sparking to life, you looked to the heavens of your realm and raised your arms, shifting and molding the nearby landscape to stretch and bend, expand and reform. Muddy water sloshed against your dress, staining the white fabric as you worked. When you were done, there was a winding path through the papyrus fields that led to a new grove. In that grove were twisting vines and flowers that wove halls and rooms, a perfect home for any Jengu that further sought home. Bezia’s eyes glowed with happiness, and without a thank you or word, she swam her way to the newly made grove with the excitement of a child. 

You smiled, knowing that she would be much happier now that she had a place to call her own. Raising your eyes to the heavens of your realm, you spent a moment enjoying the nice breeze breaking through the heat of early summer. While you were closing your eyes and feeling the soft gales caressing your body, you felt a summons. 

Dawn, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil. I request permission to visit your realm to speak with you on a matter regarding recent dreams. 

You blinked and your lips parted as you exhaled. You could see in your mind's eye that he held an ivory dove in his hands, his starlit eyes staring down into the carved sigil. 

As long as my gates remain open, Dream, you are free to visit me however you shall design. My gates welcome you, you may meet me in my courtyard, I will be but a moment. 

You felt Dream acknowledge your words and enter your realm, his presence emerging within your palace walls. His presence always made you feel more connected to the Waking World. While you carried their hopes, Dream carried their dreams, and together you made dreams come true. Blinking out of your inner thoughts, you looked down at your soiled dress. It wasn’t completely ruined… so gripping the part of it that was mud-stained, you began ripping the hem. Your dress hem was torn to your knees by the time you decided you were satisfied with your work. Wiping your damp palms on the skirt of your dress, you focused on transporting yourself back to the citadel. Ruta will be happy to know that Bezia would no longer be a problem among the papyrus fields. 

Walking barefoot down a hallway you spotted Ruta speaking with Zinnia, the dryad who was in charge of keeping the rooms tidy and neat. In other words, making sure that the plants that intertwined with the castle didn’t get overzealous in their growth.

“My lady,” The dryads echoed as you approached them. Ruta peered at you with a knowing look. 

“I take it out papyrus problem is no more?” You smiled and bowed your head.

“A minor adjustment to the realm was all that was needed, Ruta. There was no malignancy behind Bezina’s actions.” Ruta bobbed her head and drew a line through a point in her checklist. 

“I thought so, I have a few more items to sort out within the Forest of Songs… but I can do that by myself. I believe Lord Dream is waiting for you within your courtyard?” 

“Yes, we have business,” You confirmed, your eyes lifting to the hall that led to the inner sanctum of the palace. “Please contact me if you run into any more problems, Ruta.”

“Of course my lady,” Ruta replied before she and Zinnia bid their farewells and departed. You resumed your course to your courtyard, walking beneath the curtained waterfall that flowed at all four entrances of the open space. At your footfalls, Dream, who had been standing and observing the pond in the very center of the courtyard, turned around. His eyes met yours, then widened when he took in your state. 

“Apologies for my state of dress, I was assisting with the spring floods within the Flowering Wetlands and it gets… muddy this year,” You said in a soft explanation. Dream’s lips twitched at your words. “You said you had a matter of recent dreams you wished to speak of? How may I help you?” 

Date Published: 1/16/23

Last Edit: 1/16/23

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I might have liked all of Morpheus fics on Tumblr and now I am feeling completely empty. Ladies, please... do something...

i'm an old sandman fan (from the comics) and it makes me sooooo happy to see new people getting into the fandom!

check out the comics, guys, it's super worth it!

I think I will write some hcs myself 👀 my boi Morpheus deserves all the love he can get

Silence - Morpheus x Reader HCS

Silence

Morpheus x dream!Reader headcanons

A/N: 'sup, fellas! If you read the comics you know that the Endless are not allowed to take mortals as lovers, and when Morpheus did that the sun destroyed her home and she killed herself (yeah)... so, to avoid unnecessary angst, I decided to make you, yeah, you! part of the dreaming, now how does that sound, huh?

p.s.: Btw, i'm not native in English so it might sound kinda weird lol

Warnings: Nothing, just a bunch of fluff and Morpheus self-sabotaging (as usual).

Initially, Morpheus created you as a dream. And in his opinion, you were his masterpiece.

He was so proud of you and your development. So proud of your kindness and beauty…

You were as much part of him as he was part of you. 

At first, he thought it was only the fact that you were a creation of his that made him absolutely infatuated with you. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

The idiot thought his feelings would simply fade away with time! And then weeks became months and months advanced to aeons. Nothing changed.

Every time he saw you walking in the gardens of the Dreaming, hair flowing in the wind, skin kissed by the moonlight and a sweet smile on your lips, all sorts of phenomena would blossom in his being.

He detested not having restraint of his sentiments. But how could he, when he had such a magnificent creature so close?

But he was afraid. Afraid that his stoic self would intimidate you away. Afraid he could not love you as you deserved. Afraid he would hurt you.

So he kept his distance, always keeping an eye on you from the shadows. Always contemplating your grace.

Little did he know that you were cultivating feelings for him since the day air filled your lungs for the first time.

Every time you both talked, it was like being born again, with so many new sensations to explore and understand. So many confessions were done when you looked deep into his eyes… But words never came. Only silence.

Birds and trees were the witnesses to your secret love. The grass would engulf your tears of love as you cried intimately.  

Certain day, when Morpheus was wandering calmly in the wilderness of the Dreaming, he heard a laughter that replenished his very soul with joy and serenity. It was your laughter. He always recognised your lovely sounds.

You had your feet in the river, appreciating the gentle waters and the jumps of the fishes.

Dream slowly approached, trying to not make too much commotion and destroy your moments of recreation, but it was futile, as you quickly noticed his presence, got up and bowed to him, with a soft "Your Majesty, what brings your lordship here? Can I help you?" leaving your lips.

Long minutes of utter silence came. Morpheus could only stare. Enthralled. All of his repressed feelings roared inside of him. He could not tolerate it anymore.

At that moment something snapped. He needed to do something… anything…

So, he came towards you, mysterious as always….cupped your cheeks and pressed his warm lips to yours.

You were shocked, absolutely speechless… it took you a moment to finally kiss back. And when you did kiss him back, oh, it was exactly how you visualized heaven to be like.

The kiss was intense, he felt like a thirsty man drinking the most flavorful juice any fruit could ever produce.

You tasted so sweet, like the most delightful honey possible. You smelled even sweeter, just how Morpheus expected.

"My lord, what… why?" Confusion took over your facial expressions.

"My dear one, I cannot hide my feelings for you anymore… Please, discount my aggressiveness… But it was the move of a lifetime." Inside of his eyes, you saw it… vulnerability, exposure, love… devotion.

"I desired this for so long, my love… You truly are the king of dreams… My greatest fantasy just turned into reality" You said exasperated, with tears of pure passion sliding down your cheeks.

With his thumb, Dream wiped away a lonely tear and smiled fondly.

"Beloved one, allow me to make all of your dreams come true, for all eternity…"

And with that, you sealed your lips together again. Making perpetual an unspoken promise between the two of you.

Wow, this one was wild! Hope you like this crappy thing! I hated it, but I gave my best and that's what came out of it, haha! Anyway, if it sounds weird, I'm not a native and blah, blah, blah! Comment if you desire! See you some other day! 

-Rei 

I'm working on a new piece! I suppose it will come out this weekend.

I tried to make it extra fluffy, but i'm way too goth for that lol.

Feel free to request, btw!

(i don't write smut. Anything else is game on)

- Be me

*writes a fic*

- Is confident!

*Reads it again*

- "Wow, that's a bunch of garbage"

*Deletes the whole thing*

the (already) humiliated ones were humiliated again.

Prompt idea (i guess)

Dream x Nymph!Reader

Dream falling in love with a Nymph who inhabits the deep waters of the Dreaming and they have this beautifully poetic relationship...

"If I could, my dear man, I would lay forever with you in the arms of the sea"

If someone wanna take it and write something, be my guest!

To give you another suggestion of the vibe I have in mind, listen to this:

What dreams know about love? Masterlist

Only four chapters posted and I am losing track, so here you can find it all so you don't get lost!

You can catch all that I'ver written in my AO3

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected, Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, eventual smut, mildly dubious consent, denial of feelings, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, regency romance, strangers to lovers, think like a marriage story, falling In love, loss of virginity, masturbation, extramarital affairs

What dreams know about love? (+18)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (+18)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (+18)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

the markings of your dreams.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Word count: 250

Content Warnings: None

"My dear dreamer," He started in his strong yet soothing voice. Shivers went down your spine as you practically could feel his powerful presence in the air.

"Why must you hate these calloused hands of yours so?"

Feeling bashful, you held them close to you as you shuffled in your place. You didn't dare to answer back.

"These hands of yours have created worlds," He started, looking up at the sky almost as if he was gesturing to your work, "creations that many have admired." His eyes glazed over your shoulders that sagged.

"Even if you believe otherwise."

He strided closer to you, causing you to slightly step back. You did not know if it was in fear or shame.

"These calloused hands of yours are the results of your creations in the waking world."

"Do not put yourself down to such degrees, do not underestimate yourself." He gently placed your hand in his, tracing the roughness of your palms and fingers.

"Your hands have carried the countless hours, days, weeks, months, years of your hardwork. All made in the name of passion."

The way he carefully ran his fingers over your rough hand made you almost believe that he was mesmerized– no, that he was fond of them.

"These are not scars nor are they imperfections, these are markings."

His lips pinched up slightly by the corners.

"Markings that bear the fruit of your aspirations."

He always adored his artists.

"Cherish them, for they are the proof of your ambition… The proof of your dreams."

a/n: idk why but the concept of dream really loving artists is so scrumptious to me also im kinda insecure abt my hands so theres that (i play guitar and draw alot 😭) anw have this short blurb i wrote in the middle of class

heads up!! i made a spotify playlist for this!! well,,, not really for this,,, actually this fic came from that playlist i made bc i brainrotted over morpheus so much

you can find it here! (fair warning tho it becomes a bit angsty in the second part bc of daydreams ive already forgotten about)

also im debating if i should write a sequel to this or just let it be its own thing 🤔

Divine Dream Of The Endless, I Shall Serve You So, My Lord Morpheus.

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Trope: God x Worshipper, God x Devotee

Content Warning: Alluding to religious imagery, nothing spicy tho

Rating: Mature, Comedy (No Smut)

Summary: You’ve devoted your entire mortal being to Morpheus. He doesn’t understand why.

Word Count: 2,760

Disclaimer: This is only for fun and I am in no way shape or form trying to dictate what Morpheus would do!

~

You sighed dreamily as you looked up at the skies, hands clasped together tightly against your chest, whispering words of both tender and intimate worship to the one and only Lord Of Dreams And Nightmares. You don’t exactly dwell on the details of how it started– how this devoutness (some would say, obsession), for a seemingly forgotten god came from.

To put it bluntly, you didn’t mind people’s stares whenever you talked about your savior. Why would their words matter when only his did? Fortunately, your friends still supported you in any way they can (albeit with looks of worry and confusion).

“ ‘Lord’ Morpheus? You mean one of Hypnos’ many children?” Your friend who was particularly interested in mythologies asked. You and them had planned to meet up at your apartment to simply hang out. They figured that you needed at least a little time not wasting your every breath singing phrases to your supposedly fictional god. To their surprise, you vehemently shook your head in “no” before your eyes glistened as you thought about your lord even more. 

“He comes with many names, be it Oneiros, Morpheus, Shaper Of Forms, Kai’ckul,” A dopey smile adorned your face as your friend looked at you with slight concern and disturbance.

“Sandman, Lord Of Dreams, and–” You stopped to take a breath, breathing in heavily before exhaling in deep admiration. “Dream.”

As you talked on and on about how glorious and magnificent your one true savior is, your friend couldn’t help but just stare in shock at how extremely devoted and obsessed you were.

“How did this even start..?” Their question made you halt in your ramblings as your eyes glistened even more (if that was even possible) as you recounted the tale of how you came to know such a sacred figure or deity.

(Your friend could do nothing more but only get goosebumps as you talked more and more about him. It kind of sounded like you were in a cult.)

“Well, of course my lord introduced himself to me in his most beautiful creations…”

… A dream. It all started with a dream. You remember waking up in a meadow that was so peaceful you could just close your eyes and let yourself sink into the soil and let nature take its course. You laid there for a moment, basking in the seemingly absent sun and its rays, sighing deeply and enjoying the peacefulness.

The peacefulness was interrupted by a quiet russell in the bushes ahead of you.

You opened your eyes, slightly inconvenienced at the noise. Begrudgingly, you carefully got up in order to not disturb the local flowers you had spotted near you. As you made your way through the meadow, a being with greatly beautiful features that both scared and intoxicated you came into view.

They lifted their head up, their blonde hair swaying with the wind. Their beautiful gold eyes met with yours, before a cheshire grin took hold on their face.

They said your name in what would be the human equivalent of a purr, causing your face to heat up before you approached them slowly, feeling the light tickle of the grass on your feet.

“Who… Who are you…?” You asked meekly, mesmerized yet overwhelmed by their appearance. The wind pushed you away from them, almost as if warning you of their presence.

They looked pensively at you for a moment, before shrugging and speaking in a silky voice.

“Let’s just say… I’m a prophet that’s been sent to give you a message.” They snickered, before beckoning you to come closer. Their grin never faltered as they spoke, it even looked like it grew wider if you looked close enough. The grass continued to tickle at your feet.

To their surprise, you deadpanned at them and immediately turned on your heel to walk away. You just wanted to enjoy this meadow more yet this weirdo disturbed your peace. Clicking their tongue, they grabbed you by the arm. 

“Wait,” They whispered in your ear, causing shivers to go down your spine. 

“Don’t you want to meet your lord and savior?”

“My lord and… what now?” Their grin grew even wider.

As they recounted stories about this king…. this King Of Dreams, you suddenly felt pulled to his very essence as your heart weighed heavier and heavier as the mysterious beauty described him to you. You tried to shake off this feeling, but you could not stop it from weighing over your shoulders.

A black feather (in the back of your head, it was telling you it was a raven’s) materialized itself in front of you along with a five pointed star. Your eyes darted to the alluring being beside you, before your hand slowly reached for them, as if they were calling you. 

And as soon as you touched both things, you were hit with the overwhelming knowledge and stories about him– about Morpheus. 

His form flashed in your mind, and your brain made sure to trace every little feature it can. From the shine on his ebony hair– to the cool ivory of his soft skin, to the elegant sweep of his raven black coat. And those eyes. Those eyes pierced your very being as you saw dreams, hope, and fantasy swirl into a vortex within them.

You fell to your knees, gasping softly, before looking up at the stranger with the golden eyes beside you. You felt your eyes pricking with tears as you burned his image in your mind. Your lord. Your savior.

They grinned once more, kneeling down and taking your hand in theirs before kissing your knuckles softly. 

“Is this not what you desire?”

You sighed wistfully as you finished the story, your hands clasped tightly together in a habit, while your friend just stared at you with worry and concern.

“Isn’t he wonderful-?” “Dude, I think you should look into paranormal investigators.”

After smacking your friend’s shoulder multiple times as they teased you under their breath whilst laughing, you both resumed doing the activity you planned to do. And it was almost like a switch was turned off. 

Whenever one asks about who you’re praying to, your face contorts into one of ecstasy and love. But if one were to change the subject, you’d get back to being your “normal self.”

Soon, the sky turned into a hue of dancing purples and blues– indicating your friend would have to take their leave. They bid you goodbye, ruffling your hair on their way to the door. You chuckled and waved goodbye, before the switch was turned on again.

You spent the rest of the evening worshiping and bomboarding your dearest deity with compliments. Your lips composed a ballad of praise and flattery entangled into an elegant dance reserved for him and only for him. 

Soon enough, soft murmurs filled the air as you felt overwhelming love and admiration pour from your heart, your eyes pricking with tears once again (ever since you became a proud devotee of his, this always seemed to happen). Gently wiping the tears from your eyes, you checked the time and quickly prepared to go to bed– excited to visit his realm.

~

Morpheus, even as he did not know he was capable of doing such a thing, gulped.

Morpheus heard it– he heard all of it. Your desperate prayers that you chanted like a mantra everyday, your eyes so full of devotion and sincerity. He didn’t know what to feel about it.

Frankly, Morpheus felt awfully awkward and stiff to be the subject of such high praises and worship. Let alone a mere mortal’s worship, in the modern times at that.

If Morpheus had it in him, he would cough awkwardly in his sleeve to disguise his confusion and stiffness, but he could not. All he could do was keep his head high and watch your dreams at the sidelines. And heaven’s name, they were always so detailed and vivid!

He sensed the air shift around him, alerting him of your slumber. Letting curiosity take over him, he personally went to your own dream, though he made sure not to let Lucienne and Matthew know (who were all too familiar with your antics).

Soon, Morpheus came face to face with what looked like a cathedral, temple, and chapel all mixed into one. Its shape was constantly changing in small yet noticeable details, referencing your mind’s subconsciousness on what this certain architecture represented.

Hesitantly, he pushed open the doors, making sure not to make a sound. His eyes scanned the area, looking for you before coming to a rest when he spotted you at the very front, kneeling and clasping your hands tightly like you always did.

Your soft low voice can be heard echoing throughout the building as you let out a breath and looked up at the art piece in front of you. He was pretty sure he could see a few tears stain the bench you were resting on.

Wait a minute.

Morpheus’ gaze followed yours…. Before he came face to face with a stained glass painting of… himself in all his naked glory, with only his helm and pouch among his person. The painting constantly shifted from being stained glass to a canvas painting. 

Morpheus did not know which one was worse or if either were flattering at all. (At least you had the decency to censor his private parts with a leg, he supposed.)

His usual brooding face was filled with bewilderment, intrigue, a bit of flattery, and disturbance. Even in your dreams you choose to worship him? Dream Of The Endless? Not even Desire? Death? Destiny? You chose him of all beings?

Morpheus vaguely hears the loud laughter of his sister as he tells her of your unwavering devotion.

He suddenly came to a still, something in the air had suddenly changed.

 Morpheus’ face of mixed emotions is suddenly replaced with alarm as he gazes at you sharply. Through means even he did not know of, you had somehow sensed he was in your dream. 

Your head quickly snapped back as your eyes met with his. His eyes widened and in an instant, Morpheus fled and dematerialized out of your dream. 

You awoke with a startle as you gasped for air, clutching your chest. You felt disoriented, mouth feeling dry as you looked over at the clock stand. 3:33 am. For a few moments, you focused on evening out your heavy breathing, drinking the cup of water that was on your bed stand. Soon however, your emotion of startle morphed into one of loving as you felt your face heat up. 

Putting a hand to your cheek, you looked above you with such adoration and affection. He visited. You grinned gleefully, bearing the image of a child receiving their favorite toy. You stayed like that for a few beats before deciding to go back to laying down and continue dreaming.

Morpheus, who was standing in the corner of your room could not do anything but watch you in utter bafflement as he saw how true and deep your never-dying devotion was.

Though he was never a being of many words, Morpheus had found himself truly at a loss for words.

~

You felt your own heartbeat quicken as you giddily prepared yourself some breakfast. The King Of Dreams personally visited you! You were chuckling and swaying as you felt your face heating up almost as hot as the eggs you were cooking. The King Of Dreams visited!

From outside your window, a certain talking raven looked at you with what could only be described as judgment and unease before he flew back to his master who was waiting just outside of your house. Morpheus looked at him expectantly, not daring to utter your name. 

If Matthew could, he would scratch the back of his head in nervousness.

“They’re… okay…. Nothin’ suspicious going on apart from the…’’ The raven paused, unsure how to word this to his master who was already disassociating as we speak (can the endless even do that?), “…. usual.” He squeaked (squawked) out.

Morpheus let out a breath he did not know he was holding before he spoke with what sounded like encouragement to himself. “Very well.” He lifted his head up in fake confidence. “I shall speak with them.” Matthew tilted his head. 

“Uh… about what, boss?” About everything. He thought, and as though Matthew could read his mind, the raven nervously perched onto his shoulder as support.

You were happily transferring your breakfast from your pan to your plate, when a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of your kitchen, causing you to shriek and almost drop your breakfast. You quickly placed it on the table (making sure the food was unharmed) before putting your spatula in front of you in defense.

The tall dark man gazed at you pointedly, before raising an eyebrow at the spatula you had pointed at him. Your mind came to a stop as you took in his features. Black hair… Pale skin… A coat so long it pooled at the end…

Your eyes gazed over the raven perched on his shoulder, before you gasped as the fear in your features washed away.

“You’re…. You’re Dream.” You said, breathless.

“And you.. are wishing to defend yourself with that.” Was all he replied, gesturing vaguely to the spatula in your hands. 

You gasped and dropped the spatula. “Forgive me!”

Much to his and the raven’s surprise, you quickly pushed away your spatula and dropped to your knees in front of him, your forehead touching the floor. “My lord.” You said with so much passion and faithfulness, he could do nothing more but to tear his eyes away from your quivering form.

Morpheus stood there stiffly for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Sure, he’s had his fair share of worshippers but it’s been over centuries since he has seen someone so devoted to him in mind, body, and soul. He did not like this feeling. This feeling of uncertainty, of blundering. Morpheus did not like the feeling of being awkward.

He cleared his throat, stopping himself from shifting from one foot to the other. 

“You may rise.” Your eyes locked with him for a few moments, and it took all of his essence to not look away from your intense glistened gaze filled with adoration, passion, and devotion. He inhaled deeply. An endless should not yield to a mere mortal.

You slowly stood up, head still in a bow as a respect from him. You noticed his clenched knuckles and quickly shrank into yourself, not knowing what you had done wrong. Morpheus had taken notice of this and breathed in deeply to compose himself, before relaxing some of his own body parts.

“Tell me, dear dreamer,” He started in his honey-filled voice that you swore you could listen to for days. Faintly, you can hear your friends’ voice in the back of your head saying, “He should start a podcast!” 

“What is the purpose of your rather… intimate prayers to the King Of Dreams… and Nightmares?” Morpheus emphasized the last part as he had felt you often forgot about that. 

You grinned at him dopily, though. Much to his chagrin. “It’s because you’re my lord, Divine Dream Of The Endless.” You replied, tail practically wagging behind you. Matthew could only do what the equivalent of a facepalm to a bird is.

“You are my hope,” You started, “my love,” Morpheus took note of how ambiguous this statement was, “my passion, my dreams.” Your eyes were practically glittering at this point. Matthew swore he could see sparkles coming from around your aura. Morpheus scanned your face, no lie or deception was in sight. He felt his eye twitch, still very much so baffled and puzzled by your actions.

“You have so much devotion to give… yet you save it all for one such as myself.” You nodded, uncaring of judgment from the bird who had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes,

“…. Why?”

You clasped your hands tightly together closely to your chest, the familiar look of lovesick adoration gracing our features once again. Matthew let out a puff of breath. Oh, brother.

“Because I know you, Divine Dream Of The Endless, My Lord Morpheus.”

Morpheus could not do anything but hopelessly stare at you, still very much shocked and partially flattered he was at your bold confession. 

It took him this much to realize that he’ll never find his words with you. Even if he tried for all eternity.

~~~

author’s note: HOO BOY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I HONESTLY JUST DROWNED MYSELF IN MY BRAIN AND THEN LET THE SPIRIT OF SIMPING FOR MORPHEUS POSSESS ME AND THEN BOOM THIS CAME OUT. hope u like it :DD also lmao i am amused at the thought that desire would give dream a human really passionate abt him bc they know how emotionally constipated he is and they just wanna mess with him

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: only expecting to meet up with hob, morpheus ends up meeting someone else

⊹ warnings: none

⊹ word count: 799

morpheus follows the red arrow painted on the wall.

he is already late for his meeting—by a century and a few decades—though none of it his fault. but their last fight and his abrupt leaving of hob in the rain in 1889—that, perhaps, was his. but he takes the red direction as a good sign and follow it until it leads him to an inn across the street, appropriately called "the new inn." he doesn't think it's very creative, but he doesn't say anything. he simply walks in.

his eyes first scan over the people sitting on the tables, then those ordering drinks at the bar. he keeps looking until his eyes spot a man at the far corner in a brown jacket scribbling away, a glass of beer half-drunk to his right. when he stops beside his table, the man finally looks up, an amicable glint in his brown eyes as he recognizes him. his smile comes quick after that, reassuring morpheus that he was in fact not angry.

"you're late," hob gadling says.

morpheus chuckles. "it seems i owe you an apology. i've always heard it impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

hob's smile widens. morpheus takes that as a good sign and he claims the seat—his seat—in front of hob.

"so, my friend," morpheus begins, smiling. "how has your life been?"

hob takes a deep breath before launching into all that has happened since they last saw each other. and like the first time hob talked about his life, hob maintains his appreciation for his immortality, his eagerness to keep living, and his excitement for the future, no matter what he went and will go through. morpheus listens quietly, like always, and even asks a question or two and makes several comments to show he is enjoying the conversation.

“i’ve made a new friend, too,” hob says before he takes the last sip of his drink. “she’s coming here, actually. i didn’t know you were showing up today, so i already had plans.”

“then i shall take my leave.”

“oh, no! you should stay for a little bit and meet her.”

“i think our meeting has been enough—”

“but, she’s already here. y/n!”

morpheus turns as he stands, and suddenly he is facing you. you are looking up at him curiously, head tilted slightly to the left in an endearing way. your hair is in a low bun, front strands free and framing your cheeks that makes his hands itch to brush behind your ear. you are pretty, of course, enough to make the men and women passing by to take a second look at you, but it’s the way you’re looking at him, a complete stranger who has always looked scary to others, unafraid and innocently curious, that makes morpheus stop.

then you blink and you smile. it's the kind of smile reserved for strangers who you wished weren't one. it pushes your cheeks up, making the growing pink flush on them more noticeable to his eyes.

“hello,” you say. your voice is gentle—the gentlest anyone has spoken to morpheus in a century—and he is surprised at how he has to put a hand on the table to keep his knees from buckling.

“ah. this is y/n. y/n, this is...an old friend of mine.”

morpheus turns back to hob. “I think i should like a drink, now.”

hob looks at him with confusion. in all their meetings, hob had always set out food for him and he had never touched it. “you—”

morpheus looks pointedly at his empty glass. “and i think you need some more too.”

“if you’re getting this round, hob, then i’d like one too,” you add, glancing at morpheus with a teasing glint in your eyes to say you were in on his game.

morpheus can’t help but look at you pleased and a bit amused.

“you—” hob starts.

“quickly, hob! before a line forms.” you pull hob out of his seat and gently shove him in the bar’s direction.

“he's known her for five seconds and he's already given her his name,” hob mutters as he walks to the bar. “not to mention making me buy her a drink.”

you slide into hob’s seat with a chuckle. “i didn’t get your name,” you say.

morpheus glances at hob, his friend for several centuries who still knew nothing about morpheus, not even his name. Then he thinks about lucienne who, if present, would introduce him by his many formal titles.

but to you, with your lively eyes, pretty smile, and the faint pink on your cheeks that he has already grown to like and which he thinks he’ll like even more if he was the cause of it, he simply says, “morpheus. call me morpheus.”

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌? 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉? 𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: how morpheus, dream of the endless, the king of dreams, or as you know him: your love, expresses his love

⊹ warnings: some explicit language, but mostly none (however my inputs are slightly out of control in this one—case and point: this note)

⊹ word count: 3107

𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 you are talking to the king of dreams. the Endless who's responsible for seeing what people dream about, what they're scared of, and managing it. this is also the same Endless who thought it would be a fun idea to put his power into three of his favourite things. of course gifts is going to be his main love language

as the lord of dreams, of course his first instinct is to give you whatever you want. to create whatever you wan. he genuinely finds pleasure in creating something himself to give to you

(dare i say a kink)

has definitely fashioned a dream after you. whatever impact you have on morpheus (make him warmer, kinder, see the beauty in humans and their short but well-lived lives, etc...), that dream because that for others

no need to buy new clothes when he can just make you whatever you want

you want the top half of that one dress but the bottom half of another? check your closet.

you want the new book from your favorite author but it doesn’t release for another six months? check your mail.

you want that chocolate that was discontinued? check your cabinets?

even if you’re not in the palace of the dreaming at all times, he insists that you live in one in the waking world. so he buys/inspires an architect to make you your dream apartment/house

if its an apartment and you live by yourself? still gets you a three bedroom for no fucking reason other than he wants you to be comfortable. there used to be a hill that blocked your window? your architect was inspired to demolish it. you want it back? your architect is inspired to build one

if it’s a house, insert lazy river (honestly, if i had the money to waste and spend, i’d get one for myself. alas, the only lazy river i get is when my sink overflows) cue to you casually floating on a donut floatie while reading a book, doing laps around your house over and over again

if you do a form of art, you’ll get a room dedicated to it. a library. a painter’s studio. a photography room. sculpting nook. all of it and more.

there is nothing you could want that he could not give you

and never ever bring up money unless you want a mysterious and rude amount of money deposited into your account to wake up to

he'll also go to great lengths if you need a particular item (exhibit a: him going into the lake to get gifts for the fates. he did all that for his items, so imagine what he'd do for you)

but you want to know what the best gift he gives you?

his coc

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 this man will be begging for you to let him do things for you. in this essay—

(did you see the calliope episode? because that part of episode 1.11 is basically exhibit b for this section)

someone said something mean to you? bam. they will be plagued by nightmares of someone he loves saying those things to him until he dies.

if you’re a better person than him and won’t let him mentally torture people for as long as he likes and thinks they deserve, he’ll omit telling you that he’s torturing people. what you don’t know, won’t hurt, right?

but if you’re flirting with the line that is morally good and you do consent to letting him torture people, he might show you his progress on them and their decaying sanity

“look at what i have done with the love i have for you.”

you still get nightmares when you sleep, not because he wants to hurt you, but because nightmares can actually help you. dreams can inspire us to be better, but so can nightmares. for example, being visited by a nightmare that shows you your fear of failing that test makes you wake up and be motivated to study. what he does do for you is restrain the nightmares? he lets them scare you enough to act as a motivator, but not extremely that you are crippled with fear and anxiety

protective morpheus (currently sobbing)

when you wake and leave the Dreaming, he’s gone but there’s always a cup of coffee with you

acts of service also include making others do acts. rather than get a phone, forces matthew to carry messages between you and him instead.

if you're studying and need information on something, he'll have lucienne prepare a stack of books, and maybe even notes, for you to see to when you return to him in the Dreaming

but the biggest act of service he can do for you is meet your friends

lets you drag him to parties and dinner and brunches

might not socialize (probably will not), and you might find him standing in the corner becoming a shadow, but he won't bother you to leave until you want to

he'll watch you the whole time

takes care of your drinks (and everyone else's)

or, he might follow you around like a shadow. no matter who you talk to, he'll be standing beside you, an arm around your waist

if you're a social butterfly, he admires that about you

if you're more socially introverted, he'll hang out with you in the shadows and leave when you want to, even if you've only been there for five minutes

basically he's a simp—and he might actually proudly admit to being one because who's the one who's dating you in the end?

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 before his confinement, he wasn’t the most physical person. he wouldn’t pull away, but he didn’t reach for you either, though he always secretly liked it. after his imprisonment, he begins to reach for you. not just that, but he begins to crave your touch. touch is how he reminds himself that he is with you, you are with him, and that he is free

in public, it’s limited but clear that you’re together

the last thing he needs is hearing matthews’ teasing squawks in his ear about morpheus being the endless version of a cat

when lucienne catches pda, she’ll at least be respectful and dignified and not comment, though she will be grinning like a cheshire cat and her eyes will keep looking

your arm around his when walking around

his hand on your back

then your lower back

brushing your hair out of your face

sitting close enough for shoulder and legs to touch

standing close

(once again, I bring up the calliope episode—someone stop me from rewatching that over and over again)

did you see how close they were standing? then, when you thought they were close enough, he takes an even closer step? that. THAT.

whatever concept you have of personal space, a personal bubble, this man is inside it. yes, your arms might be linked while walking. but your sides will be pressed together.

and while it might appear that you're the one who links your arms together, he is the one who already has his elbow slightly bent and held out towards you

when you do hold hands, his thumb brushes over your skin absentmindedly, as if feeling your warmth isn’t enough and it’s a constant reminder of him that you’re there

but when you do the same to him, or gods help him, you squeeze it, he, with every fibre of his being, will feel it and nearly stop from the overwhelming feelings that threaten to send him to the ground

so keep it sparingly

...or not

kisses in public..truthfully, he's probably leaning towards no. full on make out sessions? probably not. when you guys are saying goodbye, i’m seeing more of a tight, slightly awkward dip of the head—a farewell not

but, bringing that calliope episode up once again, he won’t don't anything if you were to initiate it.

kiss on the cheek? you better hold that position for a few fucking seconds so you can let that man close his eyes and savour the intimateness that is the feeling of your soft lips against his cold cheek.

why don’t you press your forehead against the side of his head while you’re at it? you know, when you’re done kissing him but before you pull away. think of it as giving him a few seconds to revert back to cold, formal morpheus, dream of the endless, and not your boyfriend/partner

stares at you when you’re not looking

stares at you even when you're looking

stares down at you when you're asleep in his arms

stares up at you when he's down on his knees between your—sorry, wrong fic

imagine those intense eyes just looking at you and not looking away, not ashamed at taking in the beauty that is his partner

he has no qualms when someone is staring at you, because how he can be blame them

but he does have qualms when their gaze turns into a leer. that's when he'll send a couple nightmares their way for a few directions. not to mention, he'll turn his gaze from you to glare them down, and because they have now deprived him from admiring you for the few seconds this last, he blames it on them and gives them a...gift (and a visit to desire if he finds out they had something to do with it)

on the rare occasion that he's actually using his throne and sitting on it rather than dramatically sitting on the steps after he spread his coat out around him, he might let you sit on his lap (nothing more...in public)

not straddling him—god no—but sitting horizontal so your legs are over his lap and your side is against his chest with your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist

he does that when he needs to relax

he might whisper his problems and insecurities in your ear

but in private—in private—this man is draped over you

he’ll be like a cat who actually likes his owner and will curl up on you

if you’re cuddling, you’ll lie with your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders, maybe playing with your hair

he may or may not use a bit of his sand to help you sleep if you’re having troubles entering his realm, but with him drawing random shapes on your skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest, or, if you're really lucky, he's reading aloud in that quiet, low, asmr voice of his, you're gone all too quickly

he always feels a bit stiff when the cuddle session begins, but after you lie down on him long enough, his limbs soften before gripping onto you tighter

but back to that no-such-thing-as-a-personal-bubble with him

walls

bringing into evidence, exhibit c: episode 1.03 with johanna constantine

why does he have to be so physically close with everyone (that isn't me)

likes to walk you backwards until you hit a wall

once you hit that wall, he may or may not take an even closer step

then closer

and even closer, but his arms are still in his pockets because he's cool and edgy like that (and intimidatingly hot)

close enough until he's kissing you

then he'll press against you to be even closer

we can unpack the trauma that being separated from everyone he loves for 100 years and being physically separated by a wall of glass some other day. for now, enjoy his closeness

because basically, close is still too far for him

𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 not 24/7 hanging out, because he is the king of dreams and he has a realm to run, but he does spend his time with you wisely, and just because you're not with him all the time, doesn't mean he isn't thinking about you all the time

his favourite thing is the two of you being in each other’s presence but working on your own things. he appreciates it more than he realizes, and during the times you sit to the side as he makes new dreams, he’ll sometimes put aspects of you in them—intentionally or unintentionally

when you aren't together, he'll still be consumed with thoughts of you

he thinks of you all the time, actually. and because of that, he also talks about you all the time, sometimes subconsciously. and sometimes with no reason at all—or perhaps the only reason he needs to bring you up is because you're you and he's in love with you

"y/n did extremely well on her project, did you hear?" "did you hear about my report on the rogue nightmares, sir?" matthew asks. "she worked very hard on it. i'm proud of her."

thinks about you when doing research in the library with lucienne

wonders about you when going on walks with death

mentions you on dinners with hob

dates with him doesn't have to be the most exciting thrilling thing. in fact, he likes living in domestic bliss with you. doing dishes together. helping you with laundry. watching a movie. people watching. walking your pets.

he usually leaves you alone when you’re awake and uses that time for his duties while you’re busy doing awake things anyway, but when you do fall asleep and are in the dreaming, that’s when the two of you are always together, stuck at the hip (and we're back to the closeness)

takes you out to dinner everyday where he listens to you talk and rant about your day and give you suggestions. he eventually does the same with you, and you become the first person he goes to whenever he needs consultations for his problems

insert jealous hob when he finds him and you eating and morpheus actually talking to you and not just sitting there quietly like with him

but hob gets over it (he doesn’t) and sometimes he’ll join dinner with you guys.

family dinners in his realm with you, hob, death, lucienne, marvin (and only because you invited him), matthew (though morpheus gives him a dog bowl rather than a plate)

during the moments the two of you are together, he treasures and cherishes it

and during the moments when it's just the two of you together, he'll definitely make it worth both your while

drawing it out (if you know what i mean)

and i mean, teasing you for hours and sessions that go until you wake—

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ha no. did you see how emotionally constipated this man was? how he can't tell calliope he still loves her, admit to hob that they're friends, and ask for help from death? words are not the dream king's weapon

the most you get is a term of endearment, like my love or my beloved

always 'mine' though

but this Endless is not about to spout off a pride and prejudice speech at you, so don’t bother waking up early and going for a hike. just sleep and hang out with him in the Dreaming instead in silence

however he does have a beautiful voice—one that as his partner, you are allowed to take advantage of. cue making him read pride and prejudice at you (especially that speech: “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love…i love…i love you. i never wish to b parted from you from this day on.”) you with his head on your lap, him sitting against a tree with the branches over the both of you for some shade. one hand is holding up the book, the other is absentmindedly twirling your hair. when he finishes the line, he looks down at you, slightly amused but completely enamoured, especially at the giddy expression on your face, and he dips down to kiss you

he tells you that he inspired jane austen to write that speech for you—it’s up to you if you want to believe him or call it bullshit

while he might not be giving love confessions every three seconds, he does give you compliments. and not just when you do something that warrants a compliment, but randomly. because to him, everything you do is majestic and needs to be acknowledged as so

"you're beautiful" when you're in casual clothes, sweats, pyjamas, (or bare)

"what would the world do without you?" when you hold open the door for an elderly couple

and you know he says it against your ear, voice low, his whispered words hot and heavy. maybe even a little raspy—

but just because he might not be the chatterbox on the block, doesn't mean he doesn't want someone talking to him

so don't give him the silent treatment, because when he does, he becomes insufferable to everyone

he's all curt to lucienne. snappy with matthew. demanding with poor marvin. sharp with cain and abel. rude with death. threatening with desire.

no one has nice dreams and nightmares become so much worse

not you, of course. you're still sleeping perfectly fine, but you realize something's wrong when you meet up with your friends and one of them hasn't slept in days while the other hasn't woken up in days

if it's his fault, it might take death for him to realize his mistakes and apologize to you. again, no long speech, just the simple words, "i'm sorry. i was wrong. please forgive me, my love." and considering this man's flaw is his ego, that is more than enough

and if you tell him to say it on his knees he will as he whispers it against your—

but if you're at fault, he won't back down until you apologize. however, he won't leave you alone. he'll always be there in the corner of your eye, waiting for you to apologize. and when you do, he'll purse his lips, nod, and say nothing. but you'll know he's already forgiven you when his eyes soften and he gives you that soft smile that's reserved for so few people

he might not talk to you, but he does want you to talk to him, so ramble away

let's not get started on what he says in private, but i'll tell you this. he isn't so silent anymore, and he will definitely appreciate whatever you tell him in whatever form—and might even strive to create and draw such sounds from you

a plea

a cry

a groan

a whimper

a scream—

in conclusion, this man will love you with every piece of him. (and if i could, i would do the same morpheus please just give me a chance)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 1.06 𝗍𝗈 1.11. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 this 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽?

𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 14𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘺. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ tags: angst, established relationship, fluff, longing!morpheus, wife!reader, love triangle (unrequited love version)

⊹ warnings: descriptions of violence, swearing — specific warnings which will be included in that part's warnings section

⊹ last updated: 10.11.22

series theme: where's my love by SYML

𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇. :) (𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.)

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁is series, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌!

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⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: the much awaited, i-went-to-hell-for-inspiration, morpheus' love languages part 2: nsfw version. how he expresses his love languages when fucking you

⊹ tags: nsfw, morpheus is an adoring, reverent, woman-worshipping Endless who's always on his knees, the king of dreams is a giver

⊹ warnings: explicit language, explicit content (obviously), minors stay back (not that ever stopped me. if you are a minor, just know that sex might not be like this and do more research)

⊹ word count: 3027

⊹ previous part: morpheus' love languages part i.

⊹ now playing: take me to church by hozier

words of affirmation though he isn't the most vocal as an Endless, he does become vocal as a lover. or, specifically, he wants you to be. remember when i said he likes it when you talk to him? this applies here. (of course, by the time he's done with you, you won't be able to form words. but he'll accept desperate mewls of his name.)

call him by his name

not dream, but morpheus

gasp, groan, grunt, scream, whimper, murmur — every adjective of ‘said’ — say it in that way. he loves when you say his name and he the different ways you say it is akin to music. and if you whisper it right in his ear, his name hot against him so he can feel your desperation, he might just give you what you want and fuck you harder and faster

you tried to hold your moans back once

biggest mistake of your life

it doesn’t matter if you were only trying to hold back because you were in the library and mervyn, lucienne, and matthew were just three shelves down having a very serious meeting

though normally private in pda, perhaps that day morpheus was too frustration in being king and just wanted to be your lover. only a king had to worry about looking good in front of others. as your lover, all he had to worry about was pleasing you, and hearing the sounds you make was his signal that he was doing well

you thought that the sound of the shelves being rocked, your heavy breathing, and a book falling every now and then was telling enough what you were doing, and yes, you were a bit embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position with your skirt bunched up to your waist, one leg hooked around morpheus, and your head tilted to the sky as he attacked your neck

so when you bit down on your lip and slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans?

he is insulted (and you know how petty he gets) and fucks you even harder and faster than before

hoists both of your legs around his waist so he’s even closer and hits a spot in you that has you moaning obscenely and seeing stars. there’s no use hiding or explaining that away, but you don’t even think of the others anymore. all you can focus on is how he slams repeatedly into you again and again, one had rubbing furious circles on your clit, whispering orders in your ear to never deprive him of your sounds ever again

that as his lover, he owns every part of you (he definitely owns me), including those delicious sounds he purposefully and rightfully earns

and when you start making those sounds again, he is so fucking pleased with himself that he gets even harder

your hand falls from your mouth on its own and finds his hair, tugging on it, harder and harder as you reach your peak and he follows shortly after when you clench around him—all done with a loud cry of his name from you and your name coming out as a pleading grunt from him

when the two of you finally catch your breath, you peek around the shelves and find them gone

morpheus smirks at you before dragging you to the table for part two since “they’re not here anyway.”

always asks for consent

no matter how caught up he is in his emotions or pleasure, always asks you if you’re doing alright and if he’s doing alright touching your body

this man has a praise kink. tell him he’s doing well

tell him he’s fucking you so good as tears run down your cheeks and he’ll all but cum in you in that moment

tell him you were made for him as he bottoms out in you, and he’ll flip you over to your stomach and have his way and ruin you, leaving you a rambling mess who’s only coherent thought is his name

“you can take a little bit more of me, can’t you?” he whispers against your ear as you bite your lip to hold back your whimpers as he pushes inch by inch further, deeper, closer, into you. “you’ll do that for me?”

“you’re gonna make me cum” > “i’m going to cum”

he’ll make you squirt in thanks for reminding him that you’re orgasm is a product of his hard work

did you see how he pleaded with calliope to let him help her? imagine him begging to let him make you feel good

"i can make you feel so good, my love," he whispers as he puts one nipple in his mouth, suck and bite it gently, tugging on it, before releasing it and going to the other one. "let me?"

praise talk is his dirty talk. more into overstimulation and praise rather than edging and degradation cause he’s too in love with you to ever say those things or have you think, even for a second, that you are anything less than too good for him

type of person to say “i love you” as he fucks you

at the most intense moments, like when he’s about to orgasm, he mindlessly rambles out pleads for you to always stay with him and he needs you and you’re the only thing he needs (say less)

so tell him you need him. tell him only he can make you feel this good. because he’s definitely a giver, and the best compliment you can give a giver is to thank them for their service and tell them they’re doing a good job

physical touch this is an Endless who falls hard and intensely in love, as we see with his past lovers. it stands to reason that he'd fuck the same way. he makes sure that he is touching every inch of your body and you are touching every inch of him

has a thing for walls

likes to fuck you against them. either your back to it with your legs wrapped around his waist, or the side of your face pressed against it with your hands on either side as he takes you from behind

he will also eat you out with your back against a wall. makes it his personal mission to make your legs woozy enough that you literally collapse and he has to hold you up or you’re falling on the ground

overstimulation

worships your body

kissed every inch of your body once

on the days that you don’t feel the most confident, he’ll whisper his gratitude towards those parts against your skin until you believe him

is still a sucker for eye contact

looks up through his lashes as he eats you out

looks down at you as he fucks into you

but just because he wants to be gentle and passionate with you, doesn’t mean you can’t be rough with him. in fact, he welcomes it

tug his hair hard as he eats you out and you’ll hear the most guttural groan which you’ll feel vibrate in your cunt

dig your nails down his back and his hips will snap against yours in a speed that reminds you your lover is not a man, but an Endless

suck and bite his neck and enjoy watching him gasp and tighten his grip against your hips, enough to leave his handprint on your skin

however, there is one time you can elicit some roughness from him, and that’s when you ride him

you’ve ridden him on his throne

it was your idea the first time, and his idea every time after

legs on either side, his arms wrapped desperately against your waist as you slam down onto him and he slams up against you

he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head backwards (see gif as example), exposing the column of your neck which he can mark and litter with kisses and bites

a very passionate lovemaker and puts emotions other than lust into it. when you two have sex, he doesn’t just do it to get rid of frustration or because he feels lust for you, but because he loves you enough to want to share this other part of him that so few get

is the type to link your hands together while he slides in and out

presses his forehead against yours when on top of you. he expects you to do the same when you’re on top

if he’s not waiting at your cunt with an open mouth as you orgasm, then he’s kissing you, as if to swallow the sounds of pleasure you make and further drowning in you

can unclasp your bra with one hand

pulls your underwear down with his teeth

bites on thighs

and neck

and chest

i’m not saying this man cries during sex (not that there’s anything wrong with that). but he does constantly have glassy/teary eyes during the show, so don’t be surprised if he gets a bit overwhelmed with his feelings for you and shed a tear or two

just kiss it away

acts of service he's always worshipped you before his capture, but after, he turns into a sinner looking for absolution from the only higher being he'd beg from. and the first step to absolution is looking for it on his knees

the first time you have sex after you reunite, he begs for forgiveness for being gone from you so long in his throne room

sits you on his throne and sinks to his knees before you

doesn’t even bother locking the door because he has no shame in anyone seeing him beg for absolution to you

and he doesn’t hold back from it either, alright? this Endless is making the most obscene noises as he loudly slurps and groans at the taste of you and moans at the sounds of you and ruts against his throne at the feeling of you, you, you

the first time you cum, he doesn’t stop and keeps fucking you with his tongue until he triggers a second one less than a minute later

he’ll add a finger soon enough

crooks it at just the right spot that it presses against the spongy part of you that makes your back arch off the throne and cum for the third time. at this point, your cum has started to drip off his throne, and he thinks about adding it as a design to his chair (you slap him on the back of his head as a no)

inserts another finger and starts pumping it in and out, in and out, even doing a scissor motion every now and then. you come the fourth time

the fifth time, he does all that plus play with your clit with his tongue. flicks at it, sucks on it, does everything you can possibly imagine be done with a tongue and two fingers until you squirt

and he still drinks it all. he takes those two fingers and uses it to scoop up all your cum and drinks it all

he always swallows whatever he’s able to draw out of you and whatever you’re willing to give him

and don't forget to sit on his face

he'd be more than happy to die underneath you, smothered by your thighs and cunt

if you try to do hold back and hover over his face, he'll ask you first if you like to squat over chairs rather than sit on them, before grabbing your things and pulling you down and not releasing you until he's done

if it isn’t clear yet, this man is a giver. gets genuine pleasure when he is the one to give you pleasure and can probably cum just from seeing you orgasm from his ministrations (he has and has no shame in it)

it might be how his possessiveness shows. knowing that only he can give you orgasms that intense is something he prides himself on

probably why he doesn’t mind when others look at you. all he’s looking at is your reactions, and you never show interest. you never give them the looks or sounds you make with him, and that’s enough that he just sits back, smirks, and pities the poor person who tried to hit on you

quality time as kim namjoon says in all night: "we keep all the party in this room all night. we don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight."

the first time you reunite, he eats you out for hours

only stops because your body literally cannot go any longer and you might pass out (he debates whether he wants you to but lets you rest)

but the first time he fucks you, he doesn’t stop until you’re a whimpering, drooling mess who’s only thought is morpheus

and you do pass out

he’s there when you come to, and he starts again

morpheus rarely does quickies. he’s too intense and long-term for that. he likes to take his time to worship you and he doesn’t want to end because he ran out of time or he has an appointment with someone else. when he’s with you, you’re all he’s thinking about

however, he does like to take his time teasing you

and by that, i mean he can give you little teasing touches all day to get you worked up

hand on your upper thigh when eating with others

presses his front against your back as he reaches for something in the cabinet

might even touch you through your underwear without giving you too much—just to keep you wanting and waiting

he can last a pretty long time, and sessions with him usually involve you cumming so many times that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to cum again (you will. he’ll show you)

always engages foreplay. involves a heavy make out session coupled with groping that leads you to being wet enough that he can just slip inside you

likes to fuck you where its comfortable for you—bed, a couch (walls are his guilty pleasure, though)

will fuck you anywhere in the dreaming, though, cause it’s all him

might even be more intense for him since he can feel whatever surface he’s fucking you on and how hard he’s fucking you or how tight and desperate you’re holding on to the edge of that table

morning sex isn't as common since that's when you wake up from the dreaming

night is definitely prime time for sex

you know you're in for a long time when you have sex before you're even in the dreaming. when that happens, you better hold on, since you'll wake up more exhausted than before you slept

gift giving could be into toys, but he has to be the one who made it and he has to be the one using it on you. but why would you need toys anyway when you can have his cock

might be offended if you think he needs to use a toy to get to orgasm, as it suggests that he’s not enough

and if you say you want a toy just for the times he’s busy, he’ll tell you that he’s never too busy to give you an orgasm and proves it to you in that point

you’ll have to tell him that you can’t take enough if you want him to stop

rather, he uses toys to overstimulate

vibrator on clit while his tongue searches deeper in your fold or vice versa

the gift he does like to give you is lingerie

he gives you an assortment of different colours in different materials

his favourite is whatever makes you feel the most confident

gives you lingerie that is meant to be ripped off you

when he rips a set of lingerie that you actually really liked, he’ll apologize with kisses and promises that he’ll make you more before fucking you senseless

buys you lingerie from la perla. when you wear it to sleep and you arrive in the dreaming in it, he preens in delight

sometimes, he’ll give you lingerie from the dreaming while you’re in the dreaming. that’s completely under his control, and he can make it disappear in an instant

speaking of giving you toys in the dreaming, if he makes it, that he can get behind cause he has absolute control over it. his finger becomes the remote

that little underwear he gives you? with no warning, starts to fucking vibrate during dinner with lucienne. doesn’t ease up until you get up, flushed and with wobbly knees, and run to the hallway where you cum with a poorly concealed moan

when you return to the table, he looks to you with a knowing smirk. thankfully, lucienne remains unaware (or at least has the courtesy of pretending to be)

in the waking world, you like to wear his clothes after you wake up. in return, he takes your underwear

when you fuck in the dreaming, you wake up drenched and with a wet spot on your blanket. he sends you a new blanket as an unfelt apology which he’ll ruin the next night anyway

back to his greatest gift to you being his cock

i see him longer than wider (but not long enough to hurt you. 27-inch dick fanfic writers, stay back). you know, keeping in theme with his whole lean yet lanky physique

might be long enough that you can’t deepthroat him completely, though he appreciates the attempt

but the one time you steel yourself and manage to take him in all whole

nearly cums in your mouth immediately

wouldn’t expect you to do that all the time, of course. but on the special occasion that you want to put the focus on him, that’s the way to go

the way to morpheus’ heart is not through his heart, but through swallowing

all in all, this Endless is guaranteed to find his pleasure in yours, so make sure to tell him that he's doing well, keep your moans loud and uncontrolled, and he'll fuck you out of this universe

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 — 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅-𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍-𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 (𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌). 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

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