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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!

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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.

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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

@beautifulbows924 this fic made smoke shoot out of my ears while my head slowly inflated more and more like in those cartoons

Endlessly Devoted

Morpheus, Dream of The Endless x Devotee!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I was possessed with an idea by @rokuhoku, from this post. So for those of you who are looking to worship Morpheus, this is the fic for you. A huge thanks goes out to my Beta Reader, @darkened-writer, make sure to go check out their work! And as always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3K+

Warnings: SMUT, P with Plot, No Spoilers, Horror, Religious overtones and imagery, Worship, Possessive!Morpheus, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, tears, reader is heavily implied to be female but no pronouns are used.

The bell chimes, signaling your entrance. The shopkeeper looks up at the sound, a small, frail looking woman with spectacles perched at the end of her nose.

She greets you with a slight smile and goes back to dusting the shelves, each crammed with books of all shapes and sizes.

You notice the stack set next to her seems like it could topple over at any moment.

The shop itself has a musty smell, like something died and was never found.

You browse the religious section, running your fingers over the spines of the books, occasionally pulling one down to leaf through it.

When one sticks out.

Intricate golden edges, hardbound leather. It looks like it hasn’t been touched in years.

You take it down and dust it off.

The book is old and worn, the pages yellowed with age. The author is unknown, and the date it was published is long forgotten, but there’s something about it that feels… familiar, like you were destined to find it.

It’s written in a language you don't recognize, but the illustrations are beautiful. You flip through the pages, admiring the artwork, when you come across a passage that catches your eye. “The Endless”, it’s titled.

You stiffen. You’ve seen that before.

Skimming through the walls of text you find it, his name.

Morpheus.

“Are you alright dear? You’ve been staring at that same page for almost 20 minutes”, the woman asks, pulling you from your trance.

“Oh- has it really been that long? I’m so sorry”, you apologize, shutting the book and slinging your bag higher on your shoulder.

“No apology necessary”, she says, adjusting her glasses and tapping the cover, “That’s a good one you have there”.

“Do you happen to know anything about it?”

She takes it from you, turning it over in her hands, “Most of it is in an ancient Greek dialect, used mainly by the more unorthodox of worshippers, zealots. I haven’t had the chance to look through it yet, but the collector I bought it from certainly cherished it”.

You smile as she hands it back to you, “Thank you for the help, I’ll take it”.

“Are you sure? It’s quite expensive.”

“Actually, I‘ve been searching for something similar for quite some time.”

“In that case”, she says, heading to the counter, “I hope you find what you’re looking for”.

Your eyes are blurry and your head is spinning. You’ve read and reread the passage multiple times, but it’s like the words are dancing on the page, refusing to be understood.

Frustrated, you slam the book shut, only to have it fall open to the page you were just looking at.

Morpheus.

The name stares back at you, taunting you.

You’ve seen it before, you’re sure of it. But where?

Sighing, you rub your temples, trying to massage away the headache that’s forming. Maybe you should just take a break, and come back to it later.

Standing up, you stretch your stiff muscles, grabbing your coat off the back of the chair.

But with one foot out the door, something catches your eye.

It’s the book, open on the table.

And the passage is different this time.

“Morpheus, the God of Dreams”.

You stare at it, a bitter chill running up your spine as you try to reconcile what you’re seeing.

That’s it. That’s where you’ve seen it before.

In your dreams.

“What the fuck”, you breathe, picking up the book and flipping through the pages. They’re all different now, all leading to the same name. Morpheus, the God of Dreams.

There’s a sudden noise, a soft rustling, like someone is quietly turning the pages of a book. You tense up, heart in your throat, and slowly turn around.

There’s no one there.

But in your hands, the book is open, and the passage is different again.

“Morpheus, the God of Dreams and Nightmares”.

In all honesty, the prayers began out of fear, the book found open on yet another page.

But in time you came to look forward to it, look forward to dreams, for the unlikely chance that he might show up in them.

You kneel in front of your bed, hands clasped behind your back.

Head hung, eyes shut, brimmed with tears.

“Hail Morpheus,

The God of Dreams and Nightmares,

King of The Dreaming,

Dream of The Endless,

Bring hope to those who need it,

And despair to those who deserve it,

For we all rest underneath your watchful eye,

Wrapped in the peaceful curtain of sleep,

Praise be”, you call out, your voice laced with saccharine honey, as if saying, “Please, allow me to show you the extent of my devotion”.

There’s nothing. No response. No flickering of the lights, no voice inside your head.

You run a hand down your face, maybe he just doesn’t want to connect with you, or perhaps you dreamt the signs into existence.

Out of loneliness, the search for something more.

The candles seem to dance in confirmation as you put each of them out. One by one.

Cursing your imaginative mind, you stand, flopping back on your bed. The sheets envelope you in a comforting embrace, soothing the tense muscles created by the slog of the day. You allow yourself to sink further into them, closing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

A rustle. A creak in the floorboard.

Faint, beckoning.

Your stomach is filled to the brim with nervousness, your heart pounding against your chest.

You can feel his presence before you see it. Screaming power and reservation.

Holding your breath, you force your body to sit upright, limbs trembling.

It’s dizzying, electrifying.

You should be frightened, hiding yourself beneath the covers.

Instead, your body flushes with embarrassment and arousal.

“I’ve heard your prayers”, he says, his airy voice filling the space, “Your devotion is unlike any other of this century”. Cold skin meets yours as he trails his fingers down your arm.

You jolt, not expecting the sudden contact.

He doesn’t mention it, continuing his path down your body, “Look at me, open your eyes”.

It’s a command, not a suggestion.

His eyes, like constellations, access your every movement, waiting.

Your sight is fuzzy for a few seconds, plunged into darkness.

The candles have been lit, casting eerie shadows along the walls, but you can’t bring yourself to be concerned. Not with his imposing presence directly beside you, his hands still on your skin, igniting sparks with every touch.

You shift uncomfortably underneath his heavy gaze, worried you won’t measure up in the eyes of a God, an Endless being. You pry your eyes away from his, prickling with tears, too timid to continue to meet his heady stare with your own.

He makes a sound of disappointment, gripping your chin hard enough to convey his displeasure, “You can’t pretend with me. I’ve heard all your prayers, each moan of my name, seen each and every one of your dreams”.

“Tell me”, he says, dipping his free hand dangerously close to the space between your thighs, “When you dreamt of me, did it feel like this?”.

Your mind is blank, your body desperate to feel his fingers inside you, so you nod absentmindedly.

“You are either very eager or extremely disrespectful”, he chastises, tightening his hold on your face, “Speak”. Tears well in your eyes at the added pressure, “No-”, you stutter, heart swelling with adoration, “Nothing could compare to you, my lord”.

His grip only tightens, “You will call me by my name and nothing more, do you understand?”.

You nod, your eyes twinkling with hopeless devotion, “Of course m- Morpheus”.

His face remains carefully composed as he begins to peel off your clothing.

Your skin, painfully soft beneath his touch.

Piece by piece, articles of clothes lay strewn about the bed and floor. He could have simply made them disappear, but he enjoys the way you shift and gasp at his every touch, patiently devoted to him.

Taking your hands in his, he helps you stand on shaky legs, guiding your fingers to grasp the edges of his coat.

You lower your gaze in submission, respect.

The obedience of it all makes him want to swallow you whole, devour your piety until nothing remains, hear the most unholy of sins spill from your mouth as you cum to the mere thought of him.

At his allowance, your hands wander over his chest, taking in the feel of him through the fabric, using trembling fingers to pop open the buttons of his shirt, satisfaction burning inside you as each reveals more and more of him.

Lip pulled between your teeth, you stifle the whimper that threatens to leave your tongue as he runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness that resides there. “So soft”, he mutters, his next words louder, a demand, “All mine”, he tilts your head up to look him in the eyes as you say it.

“All yours”, comes your immediate response as you finally allow yourself to appreciate him fully. His eyes twinkle, a thousand stars behind them, his skin is pale, almost grey, his jaw perpetually tense as if he’s always clenching it shut. Hesitantly, you place a soft kiss to the hand that continues to caress your cheek.

He allows the action.

Enjoying the sickly sweet contrast of your lips on his skin, he guides your face to him. An inch away, a breath away, until your mouth brushes gently against his.

His lips are soft as he parts your mouth, using his hold on your neck to taste as much of you as possible. You moan, practically a whimper, molding your body into his.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it experimentally. You whine at the feeling, tugging on the rest of the clothes that separate you.

This time he doesn’t hesitate to make them disappear, sending them away in as little as a thought as he pushes you down onto the bed, stealing all the air from your lungs as you gaze at him in all his naked glory.

The pure adoration in your eyes makes him pause, when was the last time someone looked at him like that? It’s been so long since he was truly worshipped, since he’s had someone’s entire being devoted to him and him only. It makes him feel something, intrigue, desire. And for more than just your body, but your mind as well.

“Morpheus”, you call his name, practically beg.

He immediately longs to hear it again, hear it for all eternity, until the last spark is snuffed from existence.

“Say it again”, he all but growls, body laid directly upon yours.

“Morpheus”, you whimper, throwing your head back as you feel his cock rub along your folds, “Please”.

His restraint snaps, his hips meeting yours with one forceful thrust.

An animalistic sound rips through him, a reminder that he is no mere mortal man.

Continuing to thrust deeper still, he grabs a hold of your wrists and pins them above your head.

You writhe beneath him, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you, unsure where you begin and he ends. Sobbing, you chant his name in garbled words of praise and desperation as he forces your hips to meet his, a powerful reminder of who you’re devoted to.

He’s buried to the hilt, star filled eyes locked on your expression and the tears that stain your cheeks. Your mouth is clamped shut, painfully so, trying to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape your throat.

“I want to hear you”, he demands, letting out his own groan of pleasure at the way you take him in, “You have no need to hide from me, not ever”. Spurred on by his words, you allow your mouth to fall open in a breathy cry, stars shining at the edges of your vision as he brings his thumb down to circle your clit.

He follows your sound with more of his own, his eyes even darker than before, entirely eclipsed by lust. His messy hair begging to be carded through your fingers. You press your lips against his in a passionate kiss, a show of your devotion.

His hips begin to lose their rhythm, pace faltering as his thrusts and fingers speed up. You can feel his cock pulse, the drag of his fingers against your clit, the match that ignites your orgasm.

Your toes curl, every nerve ending on fire, the sheets soaked with your fluids.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you simply let bliss consume you. His name, the only word your mouth can remember, “Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus”.

Hissing at how you clench around him, he continues his brutal pace, chasing his own end. You lay limp beneath him, whimpering, sensitive, fire still running through your veins.

His thrusts still, his grip on your wrists tightening.

He groans lowly, his seed spurting deep inside you, the thick liquid filling you to the brim as you spasm again, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through your entire body and his.

Placing a kiss to the top of your head, his hand releases your wrists, slowly pulling his body away from yours.

You sigh in content, eyes closing to hide the tears that threaten to fall, understanding he must take his leave of you.

“Lover”, he sighs in that beautiful voice of his, index finger tracing your jaw, “What pains you so?”.

You shake your head, embarrassed by the strength of your feelings, your mind overflowing with doubt and unanswered questions.

“Open your eyes”, his words are gentle, but still a command, “Still your tears”.

Despite his best efforts to remain neutral, his face displays an expression akin to fondness, “Simply say my name, and wherever you need me, or want me, I shall be there”.

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@beautifulbows924 this fic made smoke shoot out of my ears while my head slowly inflated more and more like in those cartoons

Endlessly Devoted

Morpheus, Dream of The Endless x Devotee!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I was possessed with an idea by @rokuhoku, from this post. So for those of you who are looking to worship Morpheus, this is the fic for you. A huge thanks goes out to my Beta Reader, @darkened-writer, make sure to go check out their work! And as always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3K+

Warnings: SMUT, P with Plot, No Spoilers, Horror, Religious overtones and imagery, Worship, Possessive!Morpheus, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, tears, reader is heavily implied to be female but no pronouns are used.

The bell chimes, signaling your entrance. The shopkeeper looks up at the sound, a small, frail looking woman with spectacles perched at the end of her nose.

She greets you with a slight smile and goes back to dusting the shelves, each crammed with books of all shapes and sizes.

You notice the stack set next to her seems like it could topple over at any moment.

The shop itself has a musty smell, like something died and was never found.

You browse the religious section, running your fingers over the spines of the books, occasionally pulling one down to leaf through it.

When one sticks out.

Intricate golden edges, hardbound leather. It looks like it hasn’t been touched in years.

You take it down and dust it off.

The book is old and worn, the pages yellowed with age. The author is unknown, and the date it was published is long forgotten, but there’s something about it that feels… familiar, like you were destined to find it.

It’s written in a language you don't recognize, but the illustrations are beautiful. You flip through the pages, admiring the artwork, when you come across a passage that catches your eye. “The Endless”, it’s titled.

You stiffen. You’ve seen that before.

Skimming through the walls of text you find it, his name.

Morpheus.

“Are you alright dear? You’ve been staring at that same page for almost 20 minutes”, the woman asks, pulling you from your trance.

“Oh- has it really been that long? I’m so sorry”, you apologize, shutting the book and slinging your bag higher on your shoulder.

“No apology necessary”, she says, adjusting her glasses and tapping the cover, “That’s a good one you have there”.

“Do you happen to know anything about it?”

She takes it from you, turning it over in her hands, “Most of it is in an ancient Greek dialect, used mainly by the more unorthodox of worshippers, zealots. I haven’t had the chance to look through it yet, but the collector I bought it from certainly cherished it”.

You smile as she hands it back to you, “Thank you for the help, I’ll take it”.

“Are you sure? It’s quite expensive.”

“Actually, I‘ve been searching for something similar for quite some time.”

“In that case”, she says, heading to the counter, “I hope you find what you’re looking for”.

Your eyes are blurry and your head is spinning. You’ve read and reread the passage multiple times, but it’s like the words are dancing on the page, refusing to be understood.

Frustrated, you slam the book shut, only to have it fall open to the page you were just looking at.

Morpheus.

The name stares back at you, taunting you.

You’ve seen it before, you’re sure of it. But where?

Sighing, you rub your temples, trying to massage away the headache that’s forming. Maybe you should just take a break, and come back to it later.

Standing up, you stretch your stiff muscles, grabbing your coat off the back of the chair.

But with one foot out the door, something catches your eye.

It’s the book, open on the table.

And the passage is different this time.

“Morpheus, the God of Dreams”.

You stare at it, a bitter chill running up your spine as you try to reconcile what you’re seeing.

That’s it. That’s where you’ve seen it before.

In your dreams.

“What the fuck”, you breathe, picking up the book and flipping through the pages. They’re all different now, all leading to the same name. Morpheus, the God of Dreams.

There’s a sudden noise, a soft rustling, like someone is quietly turning the pages of a book. You tense up, heart in your throat, and slowly turn around.

There’s no one there.

But in your hands, the book is open, and the passage is different again.

“Morpheus, the God of Dreams and Nightmares”.

In all honesty, the prayers began out of fear, the book found open on yet another page.

But in time you came to look forward to it, look forward to dreams, for the unlikely chance that he might show up in them.

You kneel in front of your bed, hands clasped behind your back.

Head hung, eyes shut, brimmed with tears.

“Hail Morpheus,

The God of Dreams and Nightmares,

King of The Dreaming,

Dream of The Endless,

Bring hope to those who need it,

And despair to those who deserve it,

For we all rest underneath your watchful eye,

Wrapped in the peaceful curtain of sleep,

Praise be”, you call out, your voice laced with saccharine honey, as if saying, “Please, allow me to show you the extent of my devotion”.

There’s nothing. No response. No flickering of the lights, no voice inside your head.

You run a hand down your face, maybe he just doesn’t want to connect with you, or perhaps you dreamt the signs into existence.

Out of loneliness, the search for something more.

The candles seem to dance in confirmation as you put each of them out. One by one.

Cursing your imaginative mind, you stand, flopping back on your bed. The sheets envelope you in a comforting embrace, soothing the tense muscles created by the slog of the day. You allow yourself to sink further into them, closing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

A rustle. A creak in the floorboard.

Faint, beckoning.

Your stomach is filled to the brim with nervousness, your heart pounding against your chest.

You can feel his presence before you see it. Screaming power and reservation.

Holding your breath, you force your body to sit upright, limbs trembling.

It’s dizzying, electrifying.

You should be frightened, hiding yourself beneath the covers.

Instead, your body flushes with embarrassment and arousal.

“I’ve heard your prayers”, he says, his airy voice filling the space, “Your devotion is unlike any other of this century”. Cold skin meets yours as he trails his fingers down your arm.

You jolt, not expecting the sudden contact.

He doesn’t mention it, continuing his path down your body, “Look at me, open your eyes”.

It’s a command, not a suggestion.

His eyes, like constellations, access your every movement, waiting.

Your sight is fuzzy for a few seconds, plunged into darkness.

The candles have been lit, casting eerie shadows along the walls, but you can’t bring yourself to be concerned. Not with his imposing presence directly beside you, his hands still on your skin, igniting sparks with every touch.

You shift uncomfortably underneath his heavy gaze, worried you won’t measure up in the eyes of a God, an Endless being. You pry your eyes away from his, prickling with tears, too timid to continue to meet his heady stare with your own.

He makes a sound of disappointment, gripping your chin hard enough to convey his displeasure, “You can’t pretend with me. I’ve heard all your prayers, each moan of my name, seen each and every one of your dreams”.

“Tell me”, he says, dipping his free hand dangerously close to the space between your thighs, “When you dreamt of me, did it feel like this?”.

Your mind is blank, your body desperate to feel his fingers inside you, so you nod absentmindedly.

“You are either very eager or extremely disrespectful”, he chastises, tightening his hold on your face, “Speak”. Tears well in your eyes at the added pressure, “No-”, you stutter, heart swelling with adoration, “Nothing could compare to you, my lord”.

His grip only tightens, “You will call me by my name and nothing more, do you understand?”.

You nod, your eyes twinkling with hopeless devotion, “Of course m- Morpheus”.

His face remains carefully composed as he begins to peel off your clothing.

Your skin, painfully soft beneath his touch.

Piece by piece, articles of clothes lay strewn about the bed and floor. He could have simply made them disappear, but he enjoys the way you shift and gasp at his every touch, patiently devoted to him.

Taking your hands in his, he helps you stand on shaky legs, guiding your fingers to grasp the edges of his coat.

You lower your gaze in submission, respect.

The obedience of it all makes him want to swallow you whole, devour your piety until nothing remains, hear the most unholy of sins spill from your mouth as you cum to the mere thought of him.

At his allowance, your hands wander over his chest, taking in the feel of him through the fabric, using trembling fingers to pop open the buttons of his shirt, satisfaction burning inside you as each reveals more and more of him.

Lip pulled between your teeth, you stifle the whimper that threatens to leave your tongue as he runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness that resides there. “So soft”, he mutters, his next words louder, a demand, “All mine”, he tilts your head up to look him in the eyes as you say it.

“All yours”, comes your immediate response as you finally allow yourself to appreciate him fully. His eyes twinkle, a thousand stars behind them, his skin is pale, almost grey, his jaw perpetually tense as if he’s always clenching it shut. Hesitantly, you place a soft kiss to the hand that continues to caress your cheek.

He allows the action.

Enjoying the sickly sweet contrast of your lips on his skin, he guides your face to him. An inch away, a breath away, until your mouth brushes gently against his.

His lips are soft as he parts your mouth, using his hold on your neck to taste as much of you as possible. You moan, practically a whimper, molding your body into his.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it experimentally. You whine at the feeling, tugging on the rest of the clothes that separate you.

This time he doesn’t hesitate to make them disappear, sending them away in as little as a thought as he pushes you down onto the bed, stealing all the air from your lungs as you gaze at him in all his naked glory.

The pure adoration in your eyes makes him pause, when was the last time someone looked at him like that? It’s been so long since he was truly worshipped, since he’s had someone’s entire being devoted to him and him only. It makes him feel something, intrigue, desire. And for more than just your body, but your mind as well.

“Morpheus”, you call his name, practically beg.

He immediately longs to hear it again, hear it for all eternity, until the last spark is snuffed from existence.

“Say it again”, he all but growls, body laid directly upon yours.

“Morpheus”, you whimper, throwing your head back as you feel his cock rub along your folds, “Please”.

His restraint snaps, his hips meeting yours with one forceful thrust.

An animalistic sound rips through him, a reminder that he is no mere mortal man.

Continuing to thrust deeper still, he grabs a hold of your wrists and pins them above your head.

You writhe beneath him, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you, unsure where you begin and he ends. Sobbing, you chant his name in garbled words of praise and desperation as he forces your hips to meet his, a powerful reminder of who you’re devoted to.

He’s buried to the hilt, star filled eyes locked on your expression and the tears that stain your cheeks. Your mouth is clamped shut, painfully so, trying to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape your throat.

“I want to hear you”, he demands, letting out his own groan of pleasure at the way you take him in, “You have no need to hide from me, not ever”. Spurred on by his words, you allow your mouth to fall open in a breathy cry, stars shining at the edges of your vision as he brings his thumb down to circle your clit.

He follows your sound with more of his own, his eyes even darker than before, entirely eclipsed by lust. His messy hair begging to be carded through your fingers. You press your lips against his in a passionate kiss, a show of your devotion.

His hips begin to lose their rhythm, pace faltering as his thrusts and fingers speed up. You can feel his cock pulse, the drag of his fingers against your clit, the match that ignites your orgasm.

Your toes curl, every nerve ending on fire, the sheets soaked with your fluids.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you simply let bliss consume you. His name, the only word your mouth can remember, “Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus”.

Hissing at how you clench around him, he continues his brutal pace, chasing his own end. You lay limp beneath him, whimpering, sensitive, fire still running through your veins.

His thrusts still, his grip on your wrists tightening.

He groans lowly, his seed spurting deep inside you, the thick liquid filling you to the brim as you spasm again, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through your entire body and his.

Placing a kiss to the top of your head, his hand releases your wrists, slowly pulling his body away from yours.

You sigh in content, eyes closing to hide the tears that threaten to fall, understanding he must take his leave of you.

“Lover”, he sighs in that beautiful voice of his, index finger tracing your jaw, “What pains you so?”.

You shake your head, embarrassed by the strength of your feelings, your mind overflowing with doubt and unanswered questions.

“Open your eyes”, his words are gentle, but still a command, “Still your tears”.

Despite his best efforts to remain neutral, his face displays an expression akin to fondness, “Simply say my name, and wherever you need me, or want me, I shall be there”.

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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