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thoughtsfromlayla · 11 months ago

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26 Ways of Taking You: A for Aphrodisiac

Summary: On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

Notes: ~2.2k words, GUYS! I finally wrote a fic that wasn't below 500 or above 5,000 words, it just doesn't need any random side characters... or a definitive plot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, dubious consent, sex pollen, aphrodisiac (duh), porn without plot, unprotected sex (get tested yearly guys), P in V, no foreplay just straight fucking, Dream is a red flag but he's my red flag. I am willing to die on that hill.

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“A temple of Aphrodite?” You question as you walk through the marbled entrance. The overwhelming smell of roses fills your senses and the honks of swans disappear as you cross into the building.

Morpheus follows closely behind. The drizzle of rain seemingly bounces off his coat and hair leaving him dry like the Sahara. On the other hand, you, the poor human with no otherworldly affiliations, were soaked to the bone. Your light jacket and sundress stuck to your skin until it became itchy and you quickly take off your jacket to dry easier in the momentary shelter.

You miss the way Morpheus stares at your exposed shoulders and legs. His eyes run up and down your body, to the way the dress sticks to you like a second skin.

“Aphrodite loved Ares, unlike her vowed husband. But such is the game of gods.” Morpheus explains and peels his eyes away from you.

You lean on a large pillar that supports a large brazier, one of many others. The heat helps you warm up and the shivers slowly leave your body as it dries your clothes.

“So, Ares is… here?” You say without much confidence.

When the fates set you out on this quest to find your brother, you hadn’t even packed your lunch yet. They just threw you to the wind and then gave you Morpheus as a guide. As for him, it was so “He could get out of the house more” as his older sister has explained it to you.

So, here you were, soaked in summer rain and sharing conversation with Dream of the Endless on a quest to find your kidnapped brother - all of which happened since this morning. The everything bagel and cream cheese you had for breakfast sat uncomfortably in your stomach, the same stomach that was screaming at you to eat something as your journey had left you to skip the midday meal.

“Ares is behind this gate created by Aphrodite,” Dream sighs as if he were spelling out the obvious. “Yes, it is a possibility.”

You simply roll your eyes. For someone who is almost infinitely older than you, he certainly didn’t act like it. Feeling warmer and dry you started exploring the temple, running your fingers across the divots in the carved stone much like the climbing ivy that decorated the walls.

At the end of the temple stood a magnificent statue of Aphrodite herself, wrapped in cloth and her hair flowing in the wind. Beneath her pedestal, you could make out a rectangular outline made out of large roses.

“Hey! The door!” You exclaim in excitement. As much as you hate to admit it, Morpheus was right. He usually was right but you’d rather keep that comment to yourself, in case the ego inflates any more of his head and he drifts off. Which, would unfortunately leave you on your own to solve these puzzles.

Morpheus appears behind you, peering over your shoulder at the door.

“Seems like a hidden mechanism. It would be wise to not touc-”

You press your palm onto the center of the door and it gives away to the pressure of it.

“You fool!” Morpheus seethes out and you tense.

It seems like a trap, now that you think about it. With bated breath you wait, slowly inching yourself closer to Morpheus in hopes that the King of Dreams may be able to protect you if something were to go wrong.

Yet, nothing.

The door slides back into place, the sound of marble against marble scraping against each other in the otherwise completely quiet sanctuary. The quiet atmosphere stays peaceful for a few seconds but ends when a yelp escapes you when the roses suddenly go into full bloom, the petals giving a “floosh” right in your face, its sweet pollen dusting both of your bodies. You stare wide-eyed at it waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing did, you let out a sigh of relief and turn to Dream with a smile.

“See, nothing to worry about.” You shrug with your palms facing upwards. The two of you stare back as a golden engraving appears on the door.

“One from two, enter together.” You read out loud while trying to dust off the shimmering pollen, sneezing when some enter your nose instead.

Great, a riddle but nothing comes to your mind as you think. Morpheus glares at you still and his eyes drift down to the palm that touched the door.

“Your hand is glowing,” He states.

You look down at your open palm and panic. The skin is bright pink and as Morpheus has stated, glowing. You scream at your hand and shake it aggressively. When the glowing still doesn’t reside you scream again and face the palm towards Morpheus’ face and shake it aggressively to grab his attention.

“Enough,” He commands and grabs your wrist. The grip is stern but it doesn’t hurt and the warmth of his skin calms you down.

It is now that you realize that the skin doesn’t actually hurt. There’s no burning sensation or pins or needles, nothing. Morpheus takes a closer look at your hand and you can feel the exhale of his breath fanning your palm. It tickles and you try to pull away, but his grip doesn’t relent.

“What? Do you see something?” You ask, your other hand is clenched in on itself as a way of grounding yourself.

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer and instead brings his face closer. A sound that you didn’t know you could produce comes out from your throat as you feel the warm, slick feeling of his tongue on your palm.

“Wha..mm” Your words fall short and he licks again and a whimper leaves your lips. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply.

He brings your hand to his cheek and leans into it. When you release your hand and he lets you, you see that your glowing mark has smeared to his cheek. You come in closer, nervous about marking the Endless but he stops you again. He peers at you, all silver gone from his eyes and instead blown pupils pull you deep into their voids.

His hands find themselves around your waist and you place your hands on his chest to stop him from invading any more of your space. It doesn’t and he advances still. His brooding act doesn’t help with voicing whatever he could possibly be thinking.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you,” You release a moan at the end when he presses his nose to the junction of your neck. The hot breath released from his mouth had your lower regions start to grow hot and slick.

When his tongue licks the length of your neck, your fingers grasp desperately at the lapels of his jacket, holding on tight as your knee buckle beneath you. Morpheus smelled like grass after a summer thunderstorm and he stood sturdy like an old oak tree.

You whisper his name and his grip tightens more, bruising and unforgiving.

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.”

Of course, Aphrodisiac, named after the goddess Aphrodite, the very goddess you are trying to please and solve her riddle. The thought crosses your mind momentarily but it is quickly cut short by Morpheus’ continued administration. The pink stain spreads further on Morpheus, anywhere and everywhere you touch him. Your cheek was pink as well, where he touched yours and markings of his tongue glowed pink as he continued his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Oh, gods,” You moan into his hair as he dives deeper towards your chest. Your body is turning hot and you can’t tell if it’s just the aphrodisiac or the way he is touching you. Perhaps it’s neither, perhaps it’s both. Either way, you can’t stop the sounds that escape your lips.

He presses forward and you step back until your back hits the pedestal and Morpheus’ large frame follows, trapping you between a rock and a harder place. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hot and heavy and begging to be released.

With restraint, Morpheus pulls back and pants into your neck. Your own breath was ragged, your tongue felt heavy when you speak.

“Please,” You whisper, your hands travel down his chest, pink smearing along his black shirt, and cup his erection.

He looks at you now, eyes peering into your soul asking you if you really did want this. You nod, not trusting your voice for a second time.

“Say it,” He commands again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it,” He whispers in a plea.

You tip your head up and respond with the strength you have left. “Yes,” You murmur against his lips, barely brushing yours with his own.

He seals the deal with a kiss and hands once again go to your waist. He grabs you, hoisting you up and your legs immediately wrap themselves around his lean torso. You impatiently grind your heat into his as he dips his hands below your dress line and moves your undergarments to the side.

It was rushed, it was sloppy and it was nowhere near romantic, yet you’ve never felt so much excitement. No one was near but the peering gaze of the daunting Aphrodite statue made you feel exposed. Morpheus doesn’t bother to warm you up for him and the heat of his cock presses against your cunt. He pushes forward and it stings. Tears swell in your eyes at the intrusion, his cock splitting you open as he sets a rhythmic pace.

“Forgive me, forgive me,” He chants into your ear but the words fly in one ear and out the other. The pleasure the Dream Lord was giving you more important and present in your mind.

Your hand reaches into his hair and grabs onto his roots. A groan sings from his throat and you can’t help it when your lips connect to his Adam’s apple. You leave bruising kisses along his neck and continuously feel the vibrations of his moans, each one low and gritty.

Morpheus felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t quickly finish the two of you off. His body felt like it was on fire and his head pounded in his skull with ideologies of fucking you until you were nothing but a pile of pleasure. When your nails grip his shoulders, he welcomes the pain and bites down on your collarbone to suppress his wanton moans.

You were too sweet for him, a type of innocence that he didn’t want to taint. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that he did it without him even knowing. The aphrodisiac completely consumes the two of you. He loved it, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, your grip on his hair, your moans filling the space and echoing around the temple, but were not his to take.

“More, more, more,” You moan, head thrown back towards the ceiling and he couldn’t deny you the pleasure.

His thrusts become ferocious, slamming into you harder and harder until you were just a babbling mess in front of him. Your words range from his name to curses to simple pleas. The contractions of your cunt spasming around him make him falter for a moment but he presses on. When your orgasm reaches you, your scream is muffled by his open mouth kiss. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven before he finishes as well and you feel the way his cock pulses within you. His semen drips out of your spent hole and mixes with your release on the polished marble floor.

Your body deflates as the orgasm finishes and you’re left panting and leaning on Morpheus as your thighs tremble around his waist. The door behind you opens with an ungodly scrapping sound and you look behind you. Lust was still evident in your eyes but you were pulled back to the real world again.

The aphrodisiac wore off and a blush rose high into your cheeks. You push against Morpheus’ chest not wanting to be in his space, asking him to put you down, but quickly realize that it was a bad idea when your knees buckle and you start to fall.

Morpheus grabs onto you to steady you and you murmur a thanks, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. The aphrodisiac has made you look at Morpheus in a different light, but there were more important matters at hand. You take one steady breath and readjust your underwear and dress, Morpheus releases his grip on your arms as you go to turn towards the open door.

Beyond the door is nothing but darkness with a slight wind blowing out towards you and the smell of metal and leather comes into your nose. Before you can go, Morpheus’ fingers wrap around your arm again.

“Should we… talk about it?” He asks in that low voice of his.

You look back at him, somehow finding the confidence to look at him in the eyes. You find that they are full of adoration and passion that it turns your eyes downwards again. You’ve heard the rumors of what it means to be the lover to Dream of the Endless. It is rainbows and butterflies, the world at the edge of your fingertips, but one wrong move, and you are cast away like you were less than nothing. You think of Nada, Queen of the First People, who is still condemned to Hell for declining his promise to make her queen of the Dreaming.

It’s too much, you have your brother to save, and there is no room to talk about love.

“Later,” You say instead. You still need his help and if the promise of ‘later’ keeps him around long enough until the end of your quest, then so be it.

“Very well. Later,” He repeats then follows you into the realm of Ares.

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withoutyouimsaskia · 10 months ago

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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 5)

GIF: Originally posted by @simply---words

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Threat. Dubious/non consent. Language. Kissing. Nudity. First time. AFAB + AMAB penetrative sex. Unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Hello there! How are you all doing? Thank you so much for sticking with me on this. I always hope I can get chapters out quickly and it always turns into 2+ weeks... Special thank you shout out to my IRL bestie @theviridianbunny for giving the chapter a once over ❤️Much love, Saskia xx

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Morpheus' eyes glint like onyx stones under firelight as he waits for you to yield. His breathing is as laboured as it was when you initially laid eyes on him, and with each exhale you are exposed more and more to the intoxicating scent that rolls off his alabaster skin.

One hand is braceleted around your wrist, thumb swiping back and forth over the veins there that jump frantically, the other steadies the solid appendage that nudges temptingly against your opening.

"I can see that you want this," he intonates proudly. "Your physical reactions inform me of all that I need to know."

Your attention darts down to the markers that are broadcasting your arousal: first to the hardened peaks of your nipples, and further down to blushing labia framing your swollen clit. Morpheus follows the same path with predatory meticulousness.

"Oh, yes, those reactions are delightfully obvious. Most of all here."

He drags the tip of his erection in a teasing circle around your entrance and smiles sadistically when you stiffen and whimper in response. He brushes his nose against yours, the playfulness of the gesture juxtaposed entirely by his next sentence.

"Your sweet enticing cunt, gushing as it prepares itself for entry."

If you could close your legs to shield yourself from further embarrassment you would, for his dirty words only add to the wetness that he has observed between them. It's now running onto the silk sheets, mingling with the pre-cum that drips from his poised cock.

Morpheus continues to speak, "But I would know from even more subtle signs: the shade of the flush on your chest, the curl of your toes, the arch of your back." He dips his head, breath feathering over the shell of your ear as he whispers, "You want penetration."

He is right. Of course he is.

The desire to be filled is powerful - a base instinct that is relentlessly chiselling away at your resolve. You swear you can hear a voice in your head chanting with every proverbial swing of the hammer:

Do it. Do it. Do it.

A conflicted whine pushes past the clench of your teeth.

Morpheus has fallen silent, his tongue tracing a scintillating path directly over your jugular, an action that makes you automatically twist to offer more of your neck to him. He doesn't oblige, instead he moves his head lazily and stares you down once more.

How was he so good at playing with you like this?

The question spends little time unanswered; the Maiden's words from the tail-end of your conversation with the Fates bounces to the forefront of your brain. "He has been made to be perfect for you."

It's the whole soulmates thing.

Speaking of the soul, to make matters worse, the ache in your chest is returning with ire. It appears that the touch of his skin is no longer enough to pacify the pain. A flash of recognition musters in your mind from the near-imperceptible sudden knit of Morpheus' brows, the tautness in his own chest; subdued cues that he shares this affliction.

You reach out with your free hand and spread your palm across his sternum, feeling the fierce shuddering there that matches yours.

His soul.

It is under the same stress as yours. He had said he could feel the sub-epidermal heat like you but had made no mention of this. Supernatural being or not, Morpheus is grappling with pain and it will simply not do.

Your eyes flick up, your decision made in the next heartbeat.

"I surrender."

Quicksilver flashes through those blackhole irises and with an exultant groan he sheathes himself within you.

You screw your eyes shut and cry out, amazed by how far he is able to push in before he meets resistance. The overstimulation you had been predicting is absent, as is the agony you feared would accompany it. It's just the involuntary constricting of your channel that you contend with, a metronome swinging between discomfort and enjoyment.

"Look at me," Morpheus commands in that velvet voice.

You comply, and when you do you see that his eyes are blue again. A pair of cerulean pools; tranquil, somewhere to shelter. If only you could relax enough to slip into those waters. There's so much tension in your jaw and balled fists, inside you.

"Breathe," he coaxes, guiding you with tenderness, a hand reaching to hold yours to give it a grounding squeeze.

You inhale slowly and shakily, mouth forming a shape of surprise when the muscles slacken and allow Morpheus to sink those last few centimetres within you.

The agony inside your chest ceases and from the small change in Morpheus' posture, you intuit that his has too. Heat like a solar flare envelopes you head to toe and the weight of his lustful stare only adds to the pyre.

"Mmm, that's it," he praises huskily, putting a forearm flat on the bed next to your face. "You feel divine, Y/N."

You nod zealously, unable to concur in any other way as he has robbed you completely of sentence forming. Your walls flutter as you adjust to the stretch, the feeling of this beautiful being bottomed out inside you. Your soulmate, exactly where he needs to be.

Morpheus makes the first move; a languid roll of his hips that grazes every place inside you, and releases breathy moans from you both. Your grab onto him, the spot where neck meets shoulder, as your mind scrambles to process the pleasure. With this initial test completed, he studies your expression, looking for any indication of a wish to stop. He finds none. Only a pair of expectant eyes overflowing with desire for him to keep teaching you like he promised.

He begins to rock into you with lavish, sensual thrusts. Your cunt unfurls even further to ease his movements; you are a moonflower, blooming under the night sky that overlooks the chamber, under his celestial form.

Remembering how much he liked it before, you move your free hand to play with his hair, eliciting deep-seated shudders all down his spine. It is joyous to inspire another such visceral reflex and you feel it pass through into your own body at each point of contact.

If he is a sculptor, you are the clay yielding beneath the presses of his body, shaping you into something entirely new - a lover. Just when he has you in the desired form, he changes everything.

He slows to a stop, still tucked safely within your warmth and secures his hands around your calves to bring them around his slight waist. You're not sure how it's possible but the change in elevation makes him feel even thicker.

His eyes are becoming darker again, gaze centred steadfastly on your face as he once more restrains both your wrists against the midnight coloured sheets. The semiotics give an unmistakable clue to his plan.

He's going to fuck you like he said he wanted.

You brace as he drags his cock back, and then he delivers a bruising thrust, animalistic grunt sounding low in his throat as the jut of his hip bones imprint into your flesh. A measure of dark lust is shot into your bloodstream and immediately you yearn for more of this roughness.

"Please," you say breathlessly.

He indulges you with a barrage of hammering thrusts, moans tumbling from your lips with abandon as warmth settles in your skeleton. His own vocalisations of pleasure syncopate with the completion of each thrust. The sound takes residence in your brain, his touch in every cell. The wish he had to occupy you in entirety is being granted.

You only take your eyes off him for a handful of seconds to look at the place where your bodies are joined, where he is slamming into you, the obscene image of it.

It's like he is an open flame and you are being doused in 99% proof vodka; the fire under your skin is so intense that your moans transform into screams. Morpheus consumes them all with the sudden seal of his mouth over yours.

The smothering action unlocks something inside you. In your chest, where your soul resides, it is vibrating aggressively, much more than it has done in the course of the evening thus far.

Morpheus notices the surge in the shaking and pulls back from the kiss.

"We must be close," he muses.

You feel the orb writhe in retaliation to his statement and your whole body does the same involuntarily.

"Shhh," he says in baritone purrs, pausing in his movements to soothe you. "A little longer and then I will breach the last defence about your soul."

His tone is confident as he restarts the powerful pace he has set, "I will not fail you."

He is stormy waves against a sea wall, bringing with it both the promise of blissful inundation and the threat of drowning. Yet you wouldn't mind drowning in him. A deep-rooted impulse tells you it would be an honour to lose yourself to the King of Dreams and Nightmares.

Your conclusion translates to the contraction of your calf muscles as you pull Morpheus tighter against you, deepening the physical connection to him as well as the emotional; choosing to submit fully to this somewhat scary situation - the tying together of your souls.

Pulling him closer, it's not without cost. The extra exertion, the deeper angle he can now reach, with all the pleasure it brings, quickly takes its toll. You are becoming weaker, his determined expression growing blurry, the edges of your vision field greying and closing in. You can't tell if you're about to climax or pass out.

Morpheus, observant and empathic, interlaces his fingers with yours and grips them tightly, clearly intent on keeping you here, not drifting off into the dimension of unconsciousness. Your returning hold is just as strong, perhaps a tad on the side of overtly vehement, but if it is then he doesn't seem to care. He just keeps railing into you, the warning signs of an oncoming orgasm beginning to daintily pulse through your walls.

A long-fingered hand reaches between your bodies to hover over your clit. With the last of your energy reserves, you arch up into his fingers, determined to reach your high, instinct telling you that it will somehow aid Morpheus in his endeavours.

He grunts sinfully in approval at your enthusiasm and uses the pad of his index finger to stimulate you, a familiar instruction issued as your soul jolts sharply, shockwaves rocking your bones.

"Let go."

The way he says the words, coupled with the movements of his hand and cock brings on the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds elapse where your muscles are clamping down, desiring to keep his still-moving length as deep inside as possible. You loudly say his name, pleasure devouring you whole as you look adoringly into Morpheus' indigo eyes, before you are devastated by a snapping sensation as he breaks your soul open.

You are splintered and for a measure of moments, the exposed edges of the shards threaten to turn your insides to ribbons. Your brace for lacerations is short-lived; his essence, like liquid lapis, pours in to bind the pieces of your soul. Melding with you on a metaphysical level. Waking you from the mortal life you had and greeting you with a new path.

While you have no basis for comparison, an errant thought occurs to you that what is transpiring between you and Morpheus is fulfilling something of unfathomable importance. Something that was borne far from this room, in both the measures of space and time. Primordial. Inexorable. This linking of your soul with his is the culmination of what the Fates have wanted for millennia.

And once your soul is content, your essence begins to reach out in return. Like tender shoots drawn towards solar light, your soul stretches past its boundary to embrace his.

It's the final trigger that allows Morpheus to find his own release. His mouth jumps in astonishment, eyes turning black, then silver, then blue; a broken groan echoing around the low-lit room as he buries his pulsating cock deep inside you and spills his seed into your cunt.

You keen from the warmth of it, and you swear the fast paced breaths he is taking sound like melodies carried on ocean breezes.

The stars above you have been joined by dancing swathes of green and purple - a depiction of the Aurora Borealis at its finest. It swells with each inhale that Morpheus takes, his state having a direct effect on the sky. The colours catch the high points of his face, glowing vibrantly on his cheekbones, nose bridge and cupid's bow.

You wonder if this is the most beautiful sight you will ever see. The perfect face of your ethereal soulmate, framed by celestial splendour, gazing at you with the same devotion that you are casting towards him. But then he smiles. A small, genuine smile that makes your heart soar despite its fatigue, and it's clear that there will never be anything that can compare.

Morpheus then lowers his head to your chest and presses his lips to your healed soul.

"You are complete," he declares.

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Blinding: "Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids. Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs. No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love with the wrong world."

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r · 2 months ago

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Fluff

Morpheus turns to me, serious. "You are my star, it's barely been a year and yet you've wounded yourself so deeply into my life. In all my centuries alive I cannot say I truly lived before meeting you." He lift my hand to his lips and kisses the inside of my palm bowing towards me. An endless is bowing to me?

"Morpheus, I don't deserve you and your pretty words..."

"You don't, you deserve more than i can ever give you but i will try, to know you return my affections is enough for me and your heart." Him calling his own heart yours has your eyes leaking.

He pulls you to him quickly. Forehead against yours. "My sister will not take you from me. I promise you that. Infact she likes you too much to do such a thing."

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morpheusbaby3 · 1 year ago

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me trying to get into heaven:

god:

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thevampiremarie · 5 months ago

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Do you ever just write something and you’re like. I need to go to confession. I need to be assigned Hail Marys. I need to buy an indulgence so that I can go to Heaven.

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darklinsblog · 2 years ago

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Shaping a Dream | Sandman Imagine

Summary: After his years of imprisonment Morpheus is in need of company, Lucienne suggests one of Morpheus’ creations as she has had a crush on her Lord for many eons.

Pairing: Morpheus x Dream!Reader

Requested: Yes

Author’s note: Reader has no gender at first but then takes a female gender! P.S highkey didn’t want to post this cause it’s awful welp

The Dreaming had suffered greatly from the Lord’s absence, seeing him return gave you hope but it also hurt to see him so distressed, knowing you couldn’t do anything for him.

You were an angelic creation of his, one of his very first dreams he had ever made and for that he had always kept a particular affection for you.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t admire your creator, and with the eons, that admiration flourished onto a hushed love you kept under the rug.

Prior to the painful absence of the king, other dreams and nightmares would constantly tease you about your particular interest in the ruler.

It was so well known at one point that the librarian and right hand of the king ended up finding out centuries ago but decided to keep that piece of information to herself.

Until now.

Morpheus was over the edge, stressed, with too many things of urgent matter to handle all at once, he was rebuilding a whole kingdom and it was no easy task.

Lucienne thought about a particular idea days after the return of the king, an idea she had to be very careful to put on the table.

“My lord…” she started off saying, almost giving herself time to structure in a million ways what she was about to suggest.

The Endless turned to her and she took a quiet leap of bravery as she took a breath

“Have you thought of the idea that some… company, may be what you need?” She stopped right there, not wanting to say more, but by the look in the king’s face, he knew exactly what she was implying merely by the way she articulated the word “company”.

“I do not dispose of time to look for such company and…”

“I know who would be a fitting choice. If you wish to know, of course” Lucienne hurried up to say before her bravery went away. With this comment, the Prince of Stories seemed particularly intrigued.

“Who may this choice be?” He asked cautiously.

“Y/N, my lord. From what I’ve heard they has a unique affection for you and being a creation of your own you may alter her biology to your needs” the last bit of the sentence she explained in a bit of a hush.

The Endless would be lying if he said the idea of it being Y/N made it all much more appealing than it seemed at first.

He decided to consider the offer, keeping an eye on you, focusing so much on each little detail about you, from your hair, to your lips, down to every curve and angle possible in your figure.

If he focused enough on you, his arousal was undeniable.

His mind was made up, he had to have you. But he had to be cautious about it, he did not want to startle you by making a direct proposal. So instead, he created all sorts of “coincidences” to be around you more, to test if the rumors were actually founded.

At any chance he could get, he would look for any sort of skin contact, like grazing your hand delicately, standing close to you, touching your arm softly.

In every one of his attempts of closeness he would study your reactions, from the way you would play with your hair, the way you would twitch and blush slightly or how he would feel your eyes watching him from time to time.

That and the fact he could sense your nervousness and the way your heart would skip a beat every time he would stare at you.

Having proof of your quiet affections for him he decided to open the conversation of company with you.

He decided to invite you to the library, he requested for it to be empty, so he could talk freely, he wanted to approach this in a place where you felt comfortable.

“Y/N there was something I wished to speak about”

“Speak your mind, my lord” you said quietly, genuinely intrigued for the matter.

“You are aware of how my absence affected the Dreaming…”

“Of course” Morpheus cleared his throat

“…but it too, had an impact on myself, and regardless of the shame it evokes me to admit it, I am in need of an specific sort of companion”

You stood there, blinking a few times taking in all the information he was providing you, you were already figuring out where this was going but you needed to hear it with the exact words.

“I have being thinking that you would be the company I seek” he said directly, stepping quietly closer to you, grabbing your neck and swiftly and pulling you closer.

Finally your lips found one another an it felt like heaven. His hands wondered about your body, tempting, sensing, feeling overflowed by his arousal.

“May I do some… alterations to you, my sweet dream?” He requested you breathlessly in between kisses, having alterations was nothing new to you. Every single dream and nightmare created had had alternations over the ages, but this having merely the sexual purpose made it extremely thrilling.

“You may…” you said letting your arousal tint your voice, now his hands delicately wondered down your body, sneaking inside the fabric of your dress, creating what he was seeking for physically

Feeling the new addition to your body was foreign, it felt… sensitive and the king began expertly touching you, tempting on the new bundle of nerves.

Making you shiver and forget how to function properly, as he touched you and had you buckling to him you felt even more like one of his creations.

Like your only purpose was be there to suffice his every need and drown in the ecstasy of it all.

The look in his eyes, the infinite lust staring at you as he pleased you was driving you insane.

You could feel yourself growing wetter under his touch as you chanted the king’s name as if you were under a spell

Morpheus had never been caught up in lust like this, every touch, every sensation felt like the Endless was burning to the bone.

It wasn’t until having you trapped in his body, feeling the pleasure he was serving you that he realized how much he truly needed this sort of company.

A few days had passed ever since you were with the king, and you noticed how he was always somehow looking at you, making you feel protected.

He was particularly interested in listening to you and always kept somewhat of physical touch with you.

You hadn’t told anyone about what happened with Morpheus or what was currently happening as the atmosphere between you two changed from the minute you dived into pleasure.

This was something that had him intrigued, he could feel your admiration and affection towards him grow, but you did not allow that to come into the surface.

He was your creator and even then, he wasn’t able to solve the mystery within you, why or how did you managed to lurk into his subconscious without truly trying?

You had only satisfied him and resumed your life as normal, while he was finding himself stumbling upon the thought of you at his every move.

Had he developed some kind of deep rooted feelings towards you?

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Chapter 12 | Chapter 14

Chapter 13: Eye for An Eye

An update at last! Sorry for keeping y'all waiting so long moving was awful but I'm finally finished! So I should be getting back into the schedule of writing and posting! 😊 Thank you all for your patience! Enjoy the chapter!

TW: Soft Dream, some minor sexual content, a few sadder memories here and there, Desire, depictions of violence, a bit of Dark Munin (aka Daunt), cliffhanger (though y'all have likely been preparing for this since that one peek like forever ago) My editing site is having some issues so this is mostly unedited, so take mistakes with a grain of salt. Thank you!

The Dreaming had been a realm of vast beauty as ever-changing and endless as the being that forged it. The Dreams and Nightmares that dwelt there had seen a great many wondrous things like a sky filled with shooting stars or the wind laced with hues of color as it moved through the town with music, and, of course, the multiple occasions of endless rain that matched their kings' downtrodden mood. Still, all throughout The Dreaming, they agreed they'd never seen something as wondrous and beautiful as this. The sky was alight with stars and night mixing like paint with the pink and gold hues of the dawn. Puffy clouds swept through the vast plane, a bed for the shining stars and the morning glow - dreams and memories sharing the sky.

Dream of The Endless had many lovers before you, but none had made him feel this way. Safely tucked within his private chambers, the great being of the unconscious mind held you as you slept soundly against him. The softness of your skin, the heat you produced, was something he knew in an instant he'd never get enough of. Your white hair spilled across his dark sheets like fallen snow as feathers still swirled along the floor in a delicate dance.

All he could do was look at you and watch you as you dreamt sweet dreams of him. He could feel the truth of the words you'd whispered to him the night before. Dream could feel the love and devotion you bore for him as though it were a natural law of this universe. And perhaps it was… Perhaps your fates had been so intertwined from the start. It was, in his mind, the only explanation for how deeply he felt.

Dream of the Endless loved you in every tongue, every word he knew - in languages so old even the earth and cosmos above no longer remembered. How could he not? How had he ever spent one moment of his life not loving you? Your lips quirked into a quick smile as one of your moonlit eyes opened. "I fear I may crumble under the great gaze of an Endless, should you continue to stare at me so."

He laughed, a sound so full of mirth and peace, accompanied by a genuine smile that made you wonder if he'd always been so… Adorable. "Forgive me. I did not know a mighty goddess would be so susceptible beneath a thing as simple as my gaze."

"Everything is susceptible to your gaze," you replied, lovingly lifting your hand to stroke his face. "Such a thing makes even the most stoic of creatures weep."

"Such flattering words," he whispered, kissing your wrist. "One must wonder what you seek to gain from such compliments."

Your smile was too beautiful as you shifted, pressing your lips to his chest. "Do I not already have everything I could possibly wish for?"

"That depends. What is it you wish for?"

"You." Your breath caressed his skin, a frozen thing that sent a chill up the Dream Lords' spine.

His night eyes sparkled as he stroked your hair behind your ear. "Then yes, you have your wish. I am yours completely, my love."

Your eyes fluttered closed. "Say it again."

"I am yours," he repeated.

"No," you replied, smiling brightly. "Say that you love me."

If he could perish, Dream was sure he would have then and there, and he could think of no better way to enter his sister's lands. He twisted his body, pulling you beneath him to press an array of kisses on your face. "I love you, my Munin."

Your hands combed through his messy hair. "As I love you, my Dream."

In his chilled embrace, you felt safe and loved. You felt a part of you, the part that held Daunt's hurt, slowly ease until the memories didn't feel so painful. You'd healed that piece of yourself you and Dream both had. Love was all she'd ever needed to feel whole.

As the sun began to overtake the gorgeous sky of The Dreaming, you and Dream knew that while you both longed to lay in bed, wrapped in only the silk of his sheets and the touch of each other's skin, you both had duties to oversee. Yet neither of you could seem to pull yourselves from the bed, from the gentle caresses and the soft-spoken words of adoration or the overwhelming pleasure you brought one another in strenuous bouts of intimacy. If either of you had the choice, you would spend the rest of eternity here.

The dreamer's voices slowly ceased as day woke them from their dreams and nightmares, and with the quiet Dream closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. “Though night has passed, there is still much that needs attending.”

“There is always work to be done for your kind.” You giggled, pressing a gentle kiss to his chin. “The Endless know no peace in this world.”

His eyes gleamed as you glanced up at his face. “That’s hardly true, I’ve had many moments of peace.”

“Name one,” you challenged.

“Last night.” The love sparkling in those damn starlight eyes made you burn with warmth. “Every moment spent with you has been one of peace, even when I was too blind to see it.”

You smiled, hiding your blush by burying your face in the soft planes of his chiseled chest. “Now, who’s using flattering words to gain favor?”

His whole body rumbled like thunder as he laughed, a sound you would never get used to nor get enough of. "I hardly have need of such. As you said, I already have all I could want.”

Oh, what a thing it was to be wanted. To be loved especially by one such as he. The weight of it was something that both soothed your soul and spurred it into restlessness. A contradicting combination that you’d deduced was something that simply came with the adoration of an Endless being. For so long, you were convinced you could never have that due to the nature of your being, and so the warring sensations that, perhaps, should have sent you into unease made you feel complete.

The peaceful quiet was interrupted by a brisk knock at the bedroom door before Lucienne quickly entered, eyes glued to the book in front of her as she walked toward the desk in the corner of Dream’s room. “My lord, forgive my haste,” she looked up, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of an empty chair.

“What is it that’s troubling you, Lucienne?” Dream questioned with that smug tone you’d grown to love. “It must truly be something if it brings you to my private chambers.”

The poor librarian was hardly prepared for her lord's teasing tone and even less so for the sight of the two of you bare and entwined with one another in the lavish bed. Her eyes grew wide, and her cheeks glowed, but the slightest hint of a smile spread on her lips as she stammered, quickly turning her back to the two of you. “Forgive me, my lord! I did not know you were… were… occupied.”

You shook your head, resting it on his chest once again as he struggled to remain composed. “It’s alright. Now I believe you had a pressing issue to discuss.”

“It’s hardly pressing,” Lucienne muttered. “I’ll be more than glad to give you the details when you’re… adequately dressed.” She bowed her head and made her way toward the door. “Good day, Lady Munin. My lord.”

“That was rude of you,” you chided softly.

He made a noise as he moved to sit up against his headboard. “On the contrary, I believe my librarian and my raven have had something of a wager with one another concerning you, and I’s… intimate affairs. It seemed only fitting to inform her of her victory with a glimpse of proof.”

You sat up, trying to ignore the way his eyes drifting along the naked planes of your body made you want to devour him. “How do you know she won?”

“They discuss their affairs quite loudly when they believe I’m not listening,” he admitted with a slight grin. “Besides, I am The Dreaming. There is scarcely anything within it that I am not aware of.”

“So you knew she was coming to knock on your door then?” You asked, tone light and teasing.

His grin never faltered as he arched a brow and shrugged his shoulder. “Perhaps.”

You shook your head at his antics and smiled, stroking his cheek. “Who would have pegged the great Prince of Stories to be so dramatic?”

“All of my subjects, or at least so they’ve told me.”

Rising from his bed, you bathed in the golden warmth of the sun that illuminated his room and closed your eyes with a content sigh. Behind you, Morpheus rose as well. He wound his arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “If only we could remain here forever.”

The bright array of his starry memories swirled around you as he set his head against your shoulder. “An eternity of you would be more than I could ever hope for.”

“An eternity we have,” you assured him, turning to look at him. “Sadly, not one confined to your bed-chambers.”

"I have something for you," Morpheus said, suddenly quiet as he stepped away, fully clothed in an instant, and carefully pulled something from the closet that appeared before him.

For a moment, you mistook it for a cloud, white and soft looking, but as you stepped closer, the garment's structure became apparent. A cloak, long and flowy, hung in his hands. The white material was purer than anything you'd ever seen, a mystical white rivaling the freshest fallen snow. Around the cuffs of the sleeves and the high collar, golden fabric wove in intricate wood-like patterns and silver leaves. Inside appeared to be lined with mist and a glimmering silver. It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, shadowed only by the ethereal hands that held it. "Morpheus…"

His jaw tightened as his eyes stared at the fabric in his hands. "I made it some time ago. It was meant to be a gift to Daunt, you, one I'd intended to give after my meeting with Hob Gadling. But, as you well know, that didn't happen."

"All this time… You kept it," you noted, looking at his stoic face in awe. "Why?"

"I'd hoped you would return." His eyes sparkled as he finally looked at you. "After a period had passed, and we'd both calmed I… I hoped I'd find you walking along the beach so I could present it to you. A gift meant to act as an apology for my words, one I now know would have done little to atone for my cruelty."

Your heart filled with so many things as you took in the depth of his words and the gift he now extended out to you. “It’s beautiful.”

With a smile, you felt his eyes take in your naked figure before the feeling of soft fabric settled against your skin, a new gown gifted to you by his power. Holding the cloak up slightly, he asked, "May I?"

"Of course," you said, turning and pulling your hair over your shoulder.

The moment the heavy, yet all too light, fabric settled along your shoulders, you felt an overwhelming sense of emotion. This, you realized as Morpheus looked over every inch with a meticulous gaze, was worship. He had given you not only a simple cloak but a piece of art he'd perfected for who knew how long. And above that, he'd given you a garment that matched his own. A silent assurance that you were his and he was yours.

"How does it feel?"

You could feel the tears building in your eyes as your hands smoothed down the embroidered lapels. "It's perfect."

He hummed. "I could always adjust it or remove anything you dislike."

"No," you insisted, startling him with your sudden hug. "Don't change it. Not at all."

As you walked through the town of your lovers' creations, adorned in your new cloak of mist and moonlight, you offered each being you passed a smile and some light conversation before making your way to Cain and Abel's garden. You'd spoken to both of them shortly after you returned, the memories of each brother flowing back into your recollection as swift and smooth as a rushing river, but you'd not been available to simply sit with them since then. Tea in their garden was something you often missed in slower moments, their company was loud and filled with them interrupting one another, but you'd loved it all the same. With Dream busy attending to his work, you decided today was the perfect day to catch up with your old friends.

Sirius and Kat joined you, the owl sparing no formalities with her stream of too-personal questions regarding you and Dreams night together, while the wolf companion offered only a simple question, "Are you happy?"

Though the answer felt obvious, you looked into your companion's eye, so full of old pain and worry, and smiled down at him with a nod. "I am happy."

"Then I shall resist the urge to bite him. Don't expect me to be nice, though."

Your laughter seemed to bring light to his eye. "I would never deprive you of your grumpy comments, my star. I hold each one very dear."

Once you'd reached the garden and helped Abel set the table for tea Matthew swooped down, landing in front of his own cup with a loud caw. "Sorry, I'm late. The boss needed me to check in with Rose and Lyta."

Lyta. The name sounded familiar, but before you could dwell on it too long, Cain set the kettle down and sat in his chair. "If you intend to bore us with tales of the Waking, do make it quick."

"I like hearing about the Waking World," Abel replied with a smile as he poured tea into your cups. "There's so much new stuff to learn about. Like cell phones! Have you seen a cell phone, Matthew?"

The raven sighed. "Yeah. Had a few of them when I was human."

With a gleeful chuckle, Abel sat down next to his brother, who rolled his eyes. Kat's hop echoed through their garden, pulling Matthew's gaze skyward as she gracefully guided through the trees. Kat's golden wings cast a glow across Matthew's silken black feathers, and you watched as his beak fell open slightly.

He shifted between his feet, talons clicking against Cain and Abel's garden table. "Uhh, hi there."

Your friend's golden eyes looked the smaller bird up and down. "Hello, little bird."

Matthew gulped. "So… You're uh… Bigger." Cain shook his head from across the table as Matthew stammered on with incoherent words trying to make conversation with Kat. "What I mean to say is you're impressive!"

With a low hoo, the owl giggled, a sound you'd rarely heard. “Why are you always so nervous?"

“You… Well, you’re kind of intimidating,” Matthew replied with a nervous chuckle. “Talons and glowing eyes and all.”

“Fret not, little bird. I won’t scratch you.” Kat stepped closer to him, lifting a curled talon to gently scrape along the raven's beak. "That is unless you ask me to."

Shaking your head, you sipped the tea in front of you as you made small talk with the brothers, eventually moving to admire the flowers in their garden. You stopped, gaining down at the little pale plant that had sprouted new leaves but had yet to grow. With a hum, you kept in front of it, carefully stroking a leaf with a curious gaze. "Why haven't you blossomed yet, little one?"

You'd thought after your return, you'd find it large and beautiful, yet it had only changed slightly over the century since you'd planted it. Frustrating as it was, you had no intention of rushing its journey. Abel placed a hand on your shoulder. "Late bloomers are my favorite. They always end up being the most beautiful."

"Thank you for tending to it." You smiled at the little plant. "Even though it's proven to be more challenging than your other plants."

Abel waved off your thanks. "I enjoy challenges. It'll bloom. We just need to find the right motivation for it, that's all."

You felt that twinge of something missing bloom once again in your chest as you turned your head and looked over at the trunk of a nearby tree, and a hazed memory played in the mist. A tall figure leaned against the tree, only the form of it visible to you as your form moved closer. “What do you think, Corinthian?”

“I think we’ve been here for hours, and the tea party has gotten boring.”

“Boring, boring, boring,” your voice huffed, clearly amused. “Is that all you’re concerned about?”

The figure’s stiff posture relaxed slightly. “Oh, I got plenty more to fuss over.”

“Fuss as you see fit, Dear Corinthian, but do try to let us boring people have some fun as well.”

Your body burned, soul igniting with the remnants of a being your mind still shielded you from. Lifting your hand, you tentatively pressed your fingers to your chest, an action meant to soothe the ache but one that ultimately made you feel it more. Beside you, Abel kept talking, telling you about the flowers and the garden that now felt all too empty. Eventually, the pain subsided, and you were left with a hollow feeling, one you forced yourself to ignore.

Across the garden sat the large empty home that once belonged to the gargoyle Cain and Abel had been gifted by Dream long ago. You’d known of his fate for some time, and you’d mourned the creature, but you hadn’t spent any time among his empty home. Dead leaves crunched beneath your careful steps as your fingers traced his name. There, beside the large house, was a small one filled with small strands of shed white fur. Sirius’ name was carved above the entryway, and for a moment, you were filled with peace.

Dream had honored his word and taken Sirius in, had built him a place in his realm to wait. A pulling sensation filled your being as mist began to fill the small opening in the trees. The mist took Sirius’ form, curled into a ball, thin and devoid of the life you knew your companion to have. The memories of his tormented stay within The Dreaming plagued your mind until the softness of his fur filled your palm as he slid into place beside you, pressing his head into your limp hand. “Why do you weep?”

You hadn’t felt the tears until he pointed them out, and with a soft sigh, you wiped them away, sitting on the ground to envelop him in your arms. “I did not realize how my absence harmed you.”

The wolf made a low noise and pressed himself further into your hold. “There is nothing for me without you. But, cast those thoughts from your mind, my lady. For we shall never be parted again.”

��Never again,” you vowed softly.

When Dream eventually finished with his work, he joined you in the garden, the two of you slowly migrating to Fiddler’s Green, where it became impossible to ignore the empty feeling that had nestled deep in your chest. Your eyes fixed on a willow tree, the mist pooling around it bringing the memories of the nightmare in white back to your mind.

“I don’t think Fiddler’s Green appreciates your sarcasm.”

Once the lumps evened out, The Corinthian sat back down. “Fucking ridiculous.”

“Lighten up,” you’d said, bumping him with your shoulder. “If you’d be a little nicer, then maybe you’d have more friends than just me.”

“Nice isn’t in my nature,” he insisted, tilting his shades down.

You touched his cheek. “You’re nice to me.”

“You’re the exception, not the rule, fair lady.” He turned his gaze away from you again.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “I adore you, Corinthian.”

The sound of his laughter made you draw a shaky breath. He laid his head on top of yours. “Yeah, me too, Daunty.”

“Munin?” Morpheus asked, his fingers stroking your cheek as he pulled your attention away from the willow and the memories. “Are you alright, my love?”

You considered lying, of sparing him the burden of your odd feelings and these memories, but then you shook your head and leaned into his chest. “The realm feels odd… or perhaps I do.”

Worry settled on his face. “Has something happened?”

“No,” you assured him, gently pressing your lips to his cheek. “I just feel… It feels like there’s something missing.” Your eyes turned to the tree again. “Something important.”

He followed your eyes, and for a moment, it looked like he realized something you had not, but he quickly turned his head back to you with another question. “Are you in pain?”

You shook your head, holding a hand to your chest. “No, not really. It’s an odd sensation, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“As much as it pains me to part from you,” he began. “You have duties to attend to in your realm, and it seems mine are not yet finished.”

“Will you visit me?” You asked. “Or must I lord a kiss over your head?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’ll not deprive you of anything again, my dear Munin.”

Pulling him in by the lapels of his coat, you smiled. “Good, I’d hate to have to torture you with… choice dreams.”

His eyebrow arched. “An evil thought, perhaps one we can explore later.”

“If you so wish it, my love,” you answered, pressing your lips to his. Kissing him was quickly becoming your new obsession. The softness of his lips and the taste of wild magic and dreams and night made the whole experience something you longed for. As you parted, you ran your fingers through his messy hair. “Goodnight, Morpheus.”

“Goodnight, my love.” Morpheus pulled your hair behind your ear before watching you shift into the white raven, showering him in white feathers as you flew up into the now-darkening sky.

The passing days were peaceful. You and Dream visited one another each night, sharing a bed as though you’d been doing so for centuries. Everything with him came more naturally to you than breathing did, and he felt similarly, as though your closeness was something as set in stone as your functions. Love became far too tame a word for the way you felt about one another.

Sirius had not changed his grumpy treatment of the Dream Lord, but he’d certainly accepted the newfound intimacy between the two of you. It had been awkward at first, especially when Sirius had leaped onto your bed and shoved between the two of you with his hindquarters snuggly pressed into Dream’s face. Since then, though, you could have sworn both of them began to like the night's Dream spent in your realm. You’d never tell them, but one night you’d risen to walk through the trees and returned to find the two of them lovingly snuggled up against one another. The rarest of sights, and something that only further warmed your heart to both of them.

Sitting among the children, helping them weave crowns of twigs and leaves, you happily basked in the blissful feeling of it all. It had been all you wanted once, and now it was finally yours. Sirius approached with a wary look in his eye. He let one of the children adorn him with a crown and settled beside you. “Something troubles you.”

“There is a dark feeling lingering in the forest.” He replied, eye scanning the trees. “I do not know what manner of beast it is, but I wish to stay close to you. If it comes, I will be ready.”

“Grateful as I am, my star, I am more than capable of protecting myself now.” You smoothed the haunches of his fur down. “Besides, it’s my turn to protect you, remember?”

He huffed. “Strong as you are, my lady, you are still the sovereign of this realm. Thus it is still my duty and my wish to protect you.”

You quietly bid the children farewell and rose from your place. “Come then, my dear protector, and together we will find the source of this darkness.”

The two of you walked the village first, agreeing that the safety of your people mattered above all. The homes and shops were complete now, all bustling with spirits as they lived their days happily. Many greeted you with bows and loving words, and many more greeted Sirius with scraps of food and hushed murmurs of respect. Seeing their love and their recognition of his importance not just to you but to your realm made you feel proud and happy. Hector rose from his work, mud caking his hands as he smiled at you. “Lady Munin!”

“Hector,” you greeted. “Why is it you always seem so much busier than everyone else?”

He shrugged. “It’s just my nature. Besides, my… project is kind of large, so it needs a lot of attention.”

Looking past him to the beautiful modern home nestled in a large open meadow, you nodded. “So it seems. Do you require any help?”

“No,” he shook his head and waved the suggestion off. “I enjoy the work. Besides, this is something I want to do myself.”

“Very well. If you require anything, please let me know,” you answered, looking at the two trees the home was nestled between for a short moment before continuing on your way.

It wasn’t until you reached the oldest part of the forest that you felt the thickness of the darkness overtake the air. You examined each tree carefully, searching for the familiar feeling of tampering magic poisoning your realm. The oldest trees hummed with power as you passed them, but one sang. You stopped, looking up at the tall tree limbs lined with veins of gold and puking red heart jewels hanging from them.

Sirius growled beside you. "I'd know that scent anywhere."

"Desire." Their name felt like lead on your tongue. "Surely they're not stupid enough to try anything after the last time."

"I know little of them, but I remember the sting of the blade they used to blind me." Sirius sniffles the air, and you watched as the look on his face shifted, pained. "They may be the cause of the disturbance."

"Then we shall greet them accordingly." The roots of their tree lifted for you, lined with golden flowers. "Come, Sirius. We have a debt to repay."

Desire's mind was all you'd expected. Self-obsessed, indulgent, and red. The walls that should have been earth were instead a glossy plastic red. You'd forgotten how much you hated the color. Soon you emerged in memory of an old family dinner, but Desire didn't seem to notice it was merely a memory. Something you intended to take full advantage of.

You strode up Destiny's garden stairs and met their golden eyes unflinchingly. Their wide smile, the one that usually made you want to hide away, only made you feel more confident. "Well, well, what a lovely surprise." They stood from their seat, not questioning how no one else acknowledged you. "A new face comes to join the family!"

"New face?" You questioned with a soft hum. "I suppose I do look somewhat different, but I've not forgotten you, Desire of The Endless."

"Disappointing," they purred, waving you off as they retook their seat, now sipping a glass of wine. "I suppose you're going to hold a grudge then, little mistake."

You smiled, walking toward the end of the table. "I was never very good at holding grudges. My companion, however…" Sirius leaped onto the stone table, snapping his teeth in their face. "He doesn't let go of things easily."

Desire never flinched as they looked at your beast with weary eyes. "Quite the entrance! You've clearly rehearsed! Sadly, I don't think you took into account exactly where this show of yours would take place."

Looking around the memory, you laughed. "On the contrary, I couldn't have planned this better myself."

"We are among my kin, dear. And besides, new face or not, your power is still nothing compared to mine."

"Perhaps, but I've quite the debt to repay. What is the old saying?" You asked, nails scraping against the stone of Destiny's table. "An eye for an eye."

Desire scoffed, setting their glass of wine down in front of your growling companion. "Oh, please. Don't make me hurt you, little mistake."

"Hurt me?" You asked with a laugh. "You'll find that far more difficult now."

Their golden eyes showed the fear they refused to confront as they leaned back in their seat. "Destiny would never allow you to spill blood in his realm."

You nodded. "That is true." Then, stepping closer, you smiled as white snakes began to slither around their arms. "It's a good thing we aren't in Destiny's realm then, isn't it?"

Finally, their mask fell. "What?"

You sat on top of the table in front of them, the mist of their memory slowly bleeding through. "Have you forgotten what my realm feels like already? Such a pity, for it has not forgotten you."

They opened their mouth to speak but were met with a swift shove with your foot, and their words shifted to screams as they fell through the mist and landed in a dark wooded glen surrounded by mist and gnarled trees and the glowing eyes of your companions. Desire watched the darkness spread along with the mist as the growling grew louder and more eyes appeared. Then, finally, they stood, gulping down their fear to call out to you, “Come now, mistake… you don’t want to do anything drastic, now do you?”

“Drastic?” your voice was everywhere while you were seemingly nowhere. “I believe this is all rather fair, given our history.”

"I am one of The Endless," Desire sneered as they stood, brushing off their gloss black outfit. "I will not be intimidated by you."

"Even The Endless are susceptible to my function. Memory. Remembrance. Inspiration. Distress. Discourage. Daunting. All are within my power." Your misty silhouette stood far in the distance, black wolves barking and snapping their teeth at your side, carrying darkness with them.

Desire watched you, their fear and denial filling the air almost as pungently as their sickening sweet peach scent. "You wouldn't dare harm me. It would risk angering my siblings after all."

A laugh, cold and entirely Daunt, echoed in the space between you. "The only one of your siblings that will care about what I do to you is that twin of yours. And she knows well enough to leave me alone. Something you never did learn."

"Munin…" Desire said, using your new name, as the black wolves began moving closer.

"Ah, now it's suddenly my name you choose to speak?" You inquired. "A kind gesture that will not help you now."

The black wolves circled them as they fearfully watched the shadows. "You'll regret this!"

One wolf larger onto their leg, another followed on their arm, then another after that until the memories of your companions held them against a twisted tree. You walked forward slowly. "I doubt that. Perhaps next time you'll not forget who and what I am so easily."

You looked into their eyes as you pressed your hand to their chest. With the simple touch, you passed the haunting memory, the ghostly sensation of the blade plunging deeper into your chest at their hands, into their mind. Desire bit back screams. "Now, every time you meet my gaze, you will feel the pain you caused me."

They fell away from the tree, your past companions fading with growls and howls. Desire chuckled. "I must say, I was expecting more."

White paws emerged in their downcast gaze. Sirius growled beside you, shaking and wrapping the mist. "They're all yours, my dear star. Just make sure they live."

"Yes, my lady." He said. You turned away, walking through the dark misty forest as the growls and desperate, pained cries of Desire echoed all around you. The last thing you heard before you released them from your realm was your companions' smug repetition of your words, "An eye for an eye."

The next time you returned to The Dreaming, you left Sirius to watch over the realm. Scratching beneath his chin, you bid him goodnight, silently admiring Desire's eye that now hung from a collar around his neck. "I'll return in the morning."

"The realm will be peaceful," he assured you. "I cannot say the same for the Dream realm."

"Oh, hush!" You playfully shoved him before you shifted into your bird form to join Matthew in the skies of The Dreaming.

The raven had become a fast friend, visiting your realm even without his master. You found it amusing how the lite bird yawned over Kat and how she also held an oddly intimate place for him. Flying had gotten easier, and once you'd truly mastered it, you enjoyed your time in the sky. Landing on the bridge, you smiled at Matthew. "Hello, how are things in The Dreaming?"

"Good," the bird replied. "The boss is just finishing up some last-minute project, and then he'll be here."

"It must be an important project if he's working this close to nightfall." You smiled. "Perhaps I'll get to see it once he's done."

Matthew cawed. "I'm sure you will. Is, uh, did Kat come with you?"

A knowing smile spread on your face. "No, but you are always welcome to go visit her. My realm will always be open to you, Matthew."

Bowling his head, the raven filled with glee. "Thank you, lady Munin."

You watched him vanish into the sky, stars simply beginning to show in the spots where the orange cast of the fading sun didn't touch. The restfulness of Dreams domain always made you melt. Anything that had brought you tension or worry faded from your mind as you gaze out into the sky and listened to the town of dreams and nightmares greet dreamers that had already begun to arrive. You could stay here for hours, perfectly content to just exist.

The soft hands of your lover slowly slid around your waist, pulling you into his dark form with a kiss to the back of your head. "I apologize for making you wait."

"Nonsense!" You turned, smiling up at him. "I cherish every moment in your realm, even ones spent waiting."

"A relief," Morpheus said. "I was just finishing a project."

"Matthew told me. Will I get to see this project?"

"Of course," he replied, kissing you. "It was done for you, after all."

Your head tilted. "For me?"

With a simple nod, Dream's eyes softened. "You said you felt like something was missing so I sought to end this feeling." With a shake of his head, his eyes locked onto something across the bridge behind you. "Lucienne was most displeased, but I think even she is coming around to the idea."

"What project of yours could displease Lucienne?" You wondered, searching his face for some hint.

“Hey, Daunty,” a familiar voice called out to you. “Long time no see.”

As you turned, pulling away from Morpheus, your heart filled with a deep ache and an even deeper pang of hope. You felt tears build in your eyes at the sight of the nightmare dressed in white. He looked just as you’d remembered, but everything about him felt new. He was new. Both the nightmare you once knew and not. Just as you were. “You’re different.”

The Corinthian chuckled as he lazily stalked toward you. “So are you.”

When he, at last, came to stand in front of you, a silence swept over the bridge. The dark glasses hid the rows of teeth that were his eyes from your view, and yet you could see everything playing within his mind so clearly. With a smile, you laughed. You couldn’t help but feel at ease with him back. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen this face.”

Lifting his hand to your cheek, The Corinthian smiled back. “Dream thought it was only fitting yours would be the first face I saw. He’s just as poetic in his irony as I remember.”

“Oh, my dear Corinthian,” you whispered, touching his cheek as he did yours for a short moment before you pulled him into a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Daunty,” he replied, arms wrapping around you, surprisingly gentle for the nightmare.

Behind you, Dream kept still and silent, not wanting to ruin the reunion of two friends. The Corinthian held you for a long moment before he pulled away and frowned. "I-"

You shushed him with two fingers to his lips. "No apologies. That was our old life. Now we move forward in this one."

He nodded, the dark shades reflecting Dream's stoic face as he looked at his creator. Before, The Corinthian would have sent him a smug smile and an even more smug tip of his hat. Now The Nightmare did neither as he asked, "Why?"

The Corinthian didn't need to elaborate. With a thoughtful look, Dream settled his hands behind his back. "It came to my attention that something was missing with you gone. I merely sought to remedy that problem." Through The Corinthian's glasses, you saw the tender look Dream gave you when he thought you weren't looking. "Besides, you were right, in some odd… Misguided sense. I did need to change."

"Well," The Nightmare bit back a sneer. "I ain't gonna say thank you."

You could see Dream's lips quirk slightly. Whether it was in disapproval or in amusement, you couldn't tell. "I don't expect you to thank me."

"Then what is it you remade me for?"

"I simply ask you to fulfill your new function, Corinthian. Nothing more."

Dark shades slid back down to your face, and The Corinthian relaxed slightly. "Fine. It’s fair enough, all things considered.”

“Indeed.”

You turned and looked back at Dream with a soft smile, gently leaning into his solid form. “Thank you, Morpheus.”

The Dream Lord breathed in your scent as he pressed himself closer to you. “Your welcome, my love.”

“Great, this is a thing now?” The Corinthian whined, tugging on your arm. “Come on, Daunty, show me if anything changed while I was gone.”

Dream nodded you off, a soft smile tugging the corner of his lip up as he watched you and The Corinthian head off toward the village. The two of you walked every path of The Dreaming reliving every fond memory the place held for the two of you in your previous lives as outcasts. It felt right having him beside you again, even if the sting of the past lingered slightly in both of you.

You found yourselves resting in Fiddler’s Green, watching the sunrise. Your head was on his shoulder as you leaned into him. “I’m glad you’re back, Corinthian.”

“I’m glad to be back, Daunty.”

“It’s Munin now,” you reminded him once again.

The nightmare shrugged, looking down at you with a smirk. “You’ll always be Daunty to me.”

At first, Dream felt conflicted about allowing The Corinthian to resume his role in The Dreaming, but with much reassurance from Munin, he eventually leaned into trusting the remade nightmare. It took some time, months of complaints, and his subjects bringing concerns to him where the nightmare was concerned. He was grateful that his people were putting their trust in him. He only wished it was on a topic he could actually help them with.

The Corinthian was always a rebellious creature. He disregarded rules and consequences. It was nearly impossible to predict what the nightmare would do, but Daunt… Munin loved him. As much as he hated to admit it, his paramour was good with The Corinthian. She encouraged just the right amount of disobedience without risking his creation's function. The two of them were practically inseparable, spending every moment with one another, taking trips to her realm so the nightmare could bask in its glory. Dream was perhaps… jealous, but seeing her smile made all of it worthwhile.

They’d all settled in the library, Munin curiously flipping through books without fear and The Corinthian bordely standing by the door, trying not to seem interested, though it was obvious the nightmare enjoyed what Munin read to him. Lucienne kept her eyes trained on the nightmare, refusing to let go of what he’d done, no matter how sweetly Munin regarded him or how much trust Dream had given. Lucienne would remember, and she intended to make The Corinthian earn every ounce of her trust.

Munin had been reading for some time, and he found himself enraptured by her voice. It was better than any song or poem, more full of life and feeling and inspiration than he had ever heard. His starlight eyes were trained on her and her alone, admiring every inch of her as she finished her page before looking up at him. “What?”

“I should have you read everything to me from now on,” he said confidently. “The sound of your voice makes everything far more capturing.”

She smiled from behind her book, a light blush coloring her face. "Who knew the mighty Dream King would be so adept at flattery."

"Only when it comes to you, it would seem," Dream answered with a smile of his own. "I assure you Matthew finds me far less flattering."

The raven squawked loudly from beside him and ruffled his feathers. "Broody is the word I use. And dramatic… And maybe a tad irritated."

He sent the bird a look. "Anything more to add, Matthew?"

"Stubborn," Lucienne added.

"Soggy," Matthew chirped in.

"Self-important," the nightmare drawled from the doorway.

Munin giggled, erasing the exasperated sigh from his lungs entirely. He would endure a thousand years of his subjects' poor descriptions of him just to hear that sound. She gracefully rose from her chair, taking hold of her book. "Your people know you too well, Lord Morpheus."

"So it would seem," he huffed.

Matthew shrugged his tiny wings as Dream glared back at him when the loud thud of the heavy leather-bound book hitting the floor echoed around them. Munin gasped, her hand clutching her chest. He was on his feet in seconds, striding around the table toward her. "Munin!"

Lifting her head, her eyes met his, the gold within them swirling violently until it resembled roaring flames. Molten gold poured from her eyes as she laid a hand on the table, trying to steady herself. Long golden talons dug into the wood, leaving long marks etched into it as black began to consume her fingertips. "No," she whispered, consumed with a far-off look.

"Do something!" The nightmare hissed, a flash of white moving to stand beside him.

"Munin," he said again, reaching out toward her.

Anger and fear, and pain filled her face. "NO!"

In a wave of mist, she crudely shifted to her raven form, bleeding with gold and black as she forced her lithe body up and out the stained glass window. Dream moved quickly, following the path into the woods until The Forest greeted him. The sky was dark, filled with storm clouds humming with thunder and crackling lightning. The trees around him shrieked and groaned as their roots twisted. Mist consumed his vision as he followed his feet forward. "Munin!"

A trail of gold branched off into the trees, followed by a crater lining the ground with molting feathers. She'd crashed here…

"SIRIUS!" Her voice was all around him, desperate and afraid. "SIRIUS!"

Blood lined the path forward, and fear filled his lungs. "MUNIN!"

Breaking through the trees, he stumbled into the clearing where Munin knelt, crimson blood staining the wilting grass around her. Embers filled the air, sparkling with a cursed tinge of magic and sulfur. Munin wept, the broken sound of it lined with agony and unbridled rage as she cradled a clump of white fur in her hands. "Sirius…"

Dream stepped forward, and a surge of dark magic slammed into him as his foot stepped onto the scorched lines in the earth. A pentagram? He lifted his gaze back to the woman in the center of it. "Munin."The sobs stopped as she trembled, lifting her eyes to meet him. Black consumed them, a dark mirror filled with twisted and ancient memories he'd long forgotten. "They dare steal from me?" She hissed. "They dare scorch my forest and take from me that which is most dear?" She rose to her feet, darkness and mist engulfing her as screams and tormented voices filled the air. "I will lay waste to every Lord… Every demon that had any part in this!" Her hands curled around the white fur. "Hell will be empty when I am through."

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fauxraven · 2 years ago

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Nuala of the Faerie x Dream of the Endless

Brewing in my drafts lays a Sandflower one-shot meant to fuel my most recent obsession 👀

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Status: completed ✔️

Release date: 03/05/23

Warnings: language, smut, Cluracan (we don’t like him), Dream being Dream

Art by the lovely Stephanie Bonnètt on IG

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snowdeen · 2 years ago

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Definitely one of my favourite yan!Morpheus fic of all times! 100% recommended if you are up for something dark and twisted:))

The Dream That Got Away

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Premise:

Morpheus creates you, a Dream that inspires passion in humanity for their daily tasks and helps them discover what they want in life. He names you Mera, derived from the Greek word ‘meraki,’ meaning ‘to do something with passion, with absolute devotion, with undivided attention.’ Perhaps it’s you, his own creation, who inspires him, for he realizes his true want for companionship, and it’s you he decides to fulfill that need. So, what if, after his capture for more than a century, he finds you in love with a mortal and hears of your plans to run away from the Dreaming, from him, forever?

Status: COMPLETE, will revisit for edits

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

Multi-chapter fic

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43126099

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Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year ago

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Wrong time, right person

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Warnings: smut, smut, Iforgot to say smut, and Azzy himself ;)

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DAY 3: Sex pollen

It's an easy mission they said.

Touch and go, they won't even know you passed by they said.

Assholes. Liars. Bastards. Especially liars though.

This is all I can think of as the Shadowsinger and I find ourselves running through the trees being chased by the guards of the lord we had gone to spy on. Someone must have warned of our arrival, because a few minutes after arriving on the spot, we were already surrounded by enemies. We fought to the end, but were forced to retreat into the woods, seeking safety in escaping through that labyrinth of logs, hoping that those stupid enforcers would not be able to follow us.

It seems like hours that we are running when we finally decide to stop, in the vicinity of a cave, so that we can find refuge from the darkness and our pursuers.

"We finally lost those assholes." My companion comments, sitting back against the cave wall, leaning his head against the rock and showing his neck, leaving it exposed to my gaze.

That simple gesture kindles a fire in me that burns brightly, and I feel compelled to look away. I close my head between my legs and feel Azriel's gaze on me as he approaches. I feel him rest a hand on my shoulder, and I can't help but moan at that simple contact. I feel my cheeks get hot, but he doesn't flinch and asks me worriedly, "Hey, are you okay?" I can't bring myself to look at his face so I nod slightly still with my head between my legs and mutter a nonsensical apology. He still tries for a moment to wrest the truth from my lips, but I don't even flinch for a second. Azriel, seeing then that I did not intend to explain anything, stands up.

"I'm going to gather some wood for the fire, or we'll freeze to death tonight." He says, as he approaches the exit of the cave. I glimpse from below my knees the color of the sky, which is now turning blue.

"Okay, I'll stay here." I tell him in a whisper loud enough for him to hear me. I guess he nods, before walking out of our shelter, leaving me to think about why I took that action earlier. Ever since we escaped from the building I feel a strange sensation permeating my body, but I hadn't given it too much thought before since my priority was to run away from the guards, but it's as if after all that effort that feeling has expanded to the nth degree. It almost feels as if my body no longer belongs to me: I feel a wet sensation between my panties, while the fabric of my T-shirt brushing against the skin of my breasts sends shivers down my spine as my nipples harden against my bra. I squeeze my thighs together trying to ease that sensation, but it all proves futile. I feel a wave of embarrassment rise through my body again, thinking that this is all due only to a small gesture from the Shadowsinger.

Eventually I decide to lie down and try to get some sleep hoping that with a good dose of rest the next day I would wake up feeling better than I am now. I lie down with some difficulty on the floor only to fall unconscious in the arms of Morpheus after a few seconds.

But all is in vain, because in the middle of the night I suddenly wake up all sweaty. I sit up while with one hand I hold my chest. I feel the fire from before writhing in my gut, and on instinct my other hand goes to my center automatically, but realizing my gesture I immediately freeze.

Azriel was sitting in front of the fire, and seeing me feeling so sick he immediately approaches me, touching my forehead to feel if I had a fever. Immediately he retracts his hand feeling how hot I am, and makes me lie of me.

"You try to lie to me one more time about feeling good, and I swear I will never make you go on a mission with me again, and I will make sure Rhysand doesn't either." Says Azriel, as he removes part of my suit, to let the cold night wind cool me down a little. I again find myself letting escape a moan of pleasure as I feel that cool night breeze brush against my warm skin. I feel my nipples becoming turgid as I somehow try to get away from the Shadowsinger's constant touch, which is only making the situation I am in worse.

"I would say now is not the time to lecture me Az." I reply as I try to catch my breath. The Illyrian looks conflicted, but finally stands up and looks me straight in the eye.

"I'll try to do something. You stay here, and in case you give a yell, I'll be back here in less than a second." Says Azriel before disappearing into the night.

I stay looking at the place where he disappeared for a few minutes, trying to distract myself from the feeling of pain and the impossibility of having what my body desires, but finally I give in and begin to slowly run the fingers of my right hand over my center. I immediately feel the pain lessen, but like a drug, this never seems to be enough and I need more and more. My other hand wanders down my body until it rests on my breast and I begin to stimulate one of my nipples. My right hand I run it under my pants and for the first time my fingers come in contact with the wet lips of my pussy.

I remain in that limbo situation for what feels like an eternity experiencing enough pleasure to not die of pain and at the same time not enough to be completely well.

After what seems like hours, I hear Azriel's heavy footsteps getting closer. Quickly I try to look presentable, but immediately the lack of that little antidote causes me more pain than I felt before. I feel twinges in my abdomen that make me bend over, but despite this I look up at the man in front of me, and I cannot help but curse Mother for creating such a perfect being: he has not slept in days, he is drenched in sweat and tired, and yet he continues to be the most attractive person I have ever seen.

He stops to catch his breath, and only then do I realize that he no longer has the cape he was wearing before, in fact now his muscular arms are clearly evident, thanks in part to the tank top he was wearing.

"Where did your cloak go?" I ask, trying to distract myself in a very unsatisfactory way.

"I had to give it to Suriel, to get him to help me understand what you have." He says casually as he approaches me. At that gesture I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me, resting his hands on my shoulders. He then places his lips on my forehead to test whether I still have a fever. That gesture again unleashes a fire capable of burning whole woods in my stomach, and I groan, almost in pain, pushing him away from me.

"Did I hurt you?" Azriel asks worriedly, and I wave him off, so as not to worry him, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"What did Suriel tell you?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Well, as we were running away you spilled a jar of powders on yourself as we were going through that sorceress's store, remember?" Azriel says, looking at the ground, as if ashamed. I nod, remembering very well that damned jar, which made me sneeze for several minutes.

"You didn't read the label on that jar, did you?" He continues vaguely, so much so that nervous and without patience, I force him to look at me before answering him.

"Of course I didn't have time to look at it Az, go straight to the point." I say impatiently. His cheeks turn red, and he stammers something under his breath that I can't understand at first, so I ask him to repeat it. He raises his eyes and fixes his in mine, before repeating what he had tried to say before.

"It was sex pollen, the one that spilled on you." He says finally, and I feel the blood freeze in my veins, still in shock from the revelation he threw at me. "And according to Suriel, the only way to keep you from dying right now is to...well you know, go along with what your instincts are asking you to do."

"Thank you for explaining in such a nice way that I have to masturbate Az, really very nice." I say almost angry at him, even though I know I'm not really. I'm partly angry at myself for putting myself in that situation, but I can't do anything about it now, and now I'm also in danger of dying.

"Hey, I'm trying my best." He replies, scratching the back of his neck with his right hand, looking embarrassed.

"I know, I know Az, it's just-" I pause for a moment, trying to find a way to say it. I take a big breath and keep talking. "I've already tried touching myself, alone, down there, but it didn't do much good." I confess in a low voice, hoping he won't hear it, but unfortunately Shadowsinger's hearing is too acute to miss my confession. He freezes for a moment as if he is about to reason out what to do, then speaks again.

"I know." Azriel says in a guilty tone.

"What do you mean you know?" I ask shocked as I look at him, not understanding what he was referring to.

"Well the Suriel may or may not have told me that you would not be healed this way. "He continues as he watches the fire casting beams of light on the walls of the cave we are in. I stop again, and begin to reflect on all that I knew about these powders as I feel the pain getting worse and worse. By now I can feel my panties completely wet, as every single contact with what's around me unleashes a series of shivers that reaches to my core.

"I thought that was enough...well you get it. In all the books dealing with pollen with potential danger they say that's enough, be satisfied." I try to explain, as I draw a groan caused by my shifting which resulted in clenching my thighs together.

"I thought so too, but he said this doesn't count if-" He freezes as if he cannot find the words. I, growing more and more impatient, ask him aloud to continue.

"Az just doesn't seem like the time to be shy." I urge him to speak.

"He said it's not enough when you're in close proximity to your mate." He blurts out, standing up sharply. I squint my eyes not believing what my ears have just heard, but I immediately understand that feeling that has long been building in my heart toward my mate. Well I would say more than friend. I feel something forming in my chest that takes shape through a golden thread extending from my sternum to that of Azriel, who is currently turned his back to me as he looks out of the cave as if in the same there is the answer to this problem. Immediately I feel that silly happiness I felt at having found my mate, and that he was the man I actually loved all my life already disintegrating under the idea that he didn't want all that.

"You don't have to." I whisper, in the grip of ever-worsening cramps, but right now they seem like nothing more than mild pain compared to what my heart was feeling.

"You don't understand, if we don't do this, you will die and I won't let you die." He counters by turning around and dropping to his knees at my height looking me straight in the eye.

"I don't want your pity." I reply harshly as I try to get out of his sight, unable to do much given my condition, because I don't want him to see my suffering and the pain his rejection has triggered in me.

"No, I don't want my mate, the woman I've loved all my life to die and I'm pissed off at Mother because I didn't want it to happen like this between us the first time. I wanted to do everything right, take you to dinner, confess under the stars and then make love to you in my bed between the sheets I had specially chosen your favorite color, not on the floor in a stupid cave after risking our lives! When I knew you were my mate I wanted nothing more than to thank Mother, fate or whoever, but now I hate them because they had to pass the anger they vent on me to you, and I don't want to see you suffer because of me." He blurts out as he begins to walk around the cave again, then finishes his speech by looking at me. A strange light sparkles in his eyes, they look like the eyes of someone who loves to the point of being sick, to the point of suffering, and that love right now is directed at me. I can't believe his words, but that connection makes me feel that everything he just said is the truth, and immediately the happiness I lost a few moments ago returns, along with hope.

"We can still do it." I confess in a whisper and he immediately turns to me, his eyebrows furrowed over his beautiful eyes. "We can do it once we get home. We'll tell Rhys they can go screw him and his missions, and we'll take some time to figure this out and get used to it, and we can do everything you just said, because believe me I want to do all that with you."

"But?" He asks as he approaches.

"But now all I need is you fucking me as hard as you can in this shitty place so that I can stop dying and talk to you without having to moan every time." I say, as I grab his shirt with one hand, since he was now close enough to me, and kiss him with all the passion in my body.

I feel like I can finally breathe again as my lips on his, and I can already feel the pollen fade as the urge to feel Azriel inside me increases without measure.

"As my lady wishes." Whispers the Illiryan on my lips as we pull away from that breathless kiss. I immediately feel his lips graze my neck, to start biting and sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Every single movement of his lips and tongue made me touch the sky with one finger as I moaned his name as if I were a priestess intent on making a prayer and he the deity I believe in.

His lips then move from my neck to my breasts, where he begins to suck on my nipples like a hungry child. I bring my hands into his hair and pull them every time his tongue touches one of my sensitive spots.

"Baby doll, if you pull my hair one more time, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from fucking you so hard I'll leave your silhouette on the floor of this place." He says pulling away for a moment to kiss my lips again.

My hands move down, and I begin to open his pants, while he begins to open mine.

"All words, I want to see some action." I reply, trying not to give away how much his words had affected me. He smirks, realizing that he actually made a mark with what he said, just brushing against my panties and feeling how wet they are.

"You will regret saying what you just said baby doll." Az replies, as with a quick gesture he enters of me. I didn't even notice that he had moved both my and his panties, but right now I don't care.

Feeling his cock inside me is an otherworldly experience. I can feel the walls of my pussy tighten around his sizable member as he tries to stay as still as possible to get me used to his size.

"Tell me if it hurts, or if you feel like you can't take it anymore, okay?" He asks softly, as he kisses my sweaty forehead. I feel the cramps from the sex pollen return, and I groan before I answer him.

"Az, I can't take it anymore, either you move or I swear I'm going to flip you over and start doing what I need to do on my own." I say, trying to move my hips slightly and create some friction, but he stops me, resting his hips on mine and giving that silly little smile that makes him so sexy.

"Oh, I can't wait to see you ride my cock, but I'd say leave that experience for another time. Tonight is just for you, and for your pleasure." He comments and then begins to move.

Immediately I feel every single part of the universe fall into place as he gradually increases his speed. My body seems to be persecuted everywhere with shivers of pleasure as his lips rest lightly on my breasts again. Between his mouth, his cock, and the sex pollen in my body my orgasm seems to come with a speed I never expected.

"Please Az, don't stop." I say groaning, feeling the pleasure grow more and more every second.

"Oh baby I could never deprive myself of the feeling of my cock against your cervix. You're going to come, aren't you?" She whispers back as I try to nod. "Then we'll come together love."

"Yes, please Az fill me." I continue, and I feel her muscles tense even more under my touch.

"Honey don't challenge me, you know I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't walk tomorrow even if you prayed to Mother." He counters by increasing his speed.

"It would certainly be worth it." I answer as I now feel I am on the edge of oblivion, just one thrust would be enough to sink into pleasure. I hold my breath for a moment as I feel him move for the last time before my body begins to move in convulsions of pleasure, and my vision becomes totally blurred.

I feel him releasing all his semen inside me shortly after coming, and I feel him lying on top of me, relaxing.

We stay like that for a few minutes before he starts laughing. I look at him not understanding why he is laughing until he explains himself.

"God, I guess in the end I will have Rhys to thank for this mission." Whispers Az.

"Actually it wasn't that bad." I comment, laughing in turn.

"Let's say it had its upsides." He replies with a wink. "But don't think it's over here, wait until you get home, and when I'm done with you the only thing you'll remember is my name."

Yes I would say we definitely have Rhys to thank.

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26 Ways of Taking You Series Masterlist

26 Worlds, 26 ways of pleasure

All of these stories are not connected so you can jump around as you like. There will only be 26 prompts in this list, one for each letter of the alphabet.

MDNI - 18+! This entire series is explicit!

Each piece will go into deeper warning tags, please be mindful of your consumption!

♡ Yours, Layla

Main Masterlist

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A for Aphrodisiac (18+): ~2.2k words

✧ On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

B for Breeding (18+): ~1.7k words

✧ You, Swan Maiden of the Lake become King Morpheus's favorite concubine, but it's not enough.

C for Cockwarming (18+): ~770 words

✧ You and Dream come to a compromise after you asked for some "space." It never ends well for you, does it?

D for Doggy (18+): ~2.9k words

✧ How does an Endless teach you a lesson? Maybe on your hands and knees.

E for Edging (18+): ~4k words

✧ Hell hath no pettiness like a woman ignored.

F for Face Sitting (18+): ~1.4k words

✧ You've waited for 106 years for an apology. So an apology you shall receive.

G for Grinding (18+): ~700 words

✧ Your famous last words: "until my thighs fall off"

H for Heat (18+): ~1.5k words

✧ Dream comes back victorious, helm in hand, after his duel with Lucifer but he comes back to you amidst a horrible heat.

I for Incubus (18+): ~2.9k words

✧ You suppose the deal technically went correctly, but when the incubus said he required your life force, you thought he meant... well your life.

J for Joyride (18+): ~1.6k words

✧ You meet an absolute dream boat after coming out of the theaters with your friends. He promises you the ride of your life.

K for Kleptomaniac (18+): ~1.5k words

✧ You, Lucienne, and Johanna Constantine have decided to go on a girl's trip. Therefore, Morpheus was not invited and in his desperate yearning to have you by his side again, he steals something of yours.

L for Lactation (18+): ~1.7k words

✧ Pregnant with his child and in pain, Morpheus helps release some stress.

M for Muzzle (18+)

N for Neighbor (18+)

O for Offerings (18+)

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withoutyouimsaskia · 4 months ago

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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 8)

GIF: Originally posted by @darklinsblog

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Nightmares. Violence. Dub/non con. Kissing. Nudity. AFAB + AMAB penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Plot related cigarette use. Language.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Hello there! I wasn't intending on posting this chapter until I had the others finished but I guess Tumblr took that decision away from me and published instead of saving! Oh well, guess I'll roll with it. As always, I hope you enjoy and would be very happy to hear your thoughts. All my love, Saskia xx

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The combination of the darkened clouds and the even more desaturated décor is making the room despairingly claustrophobic.

Sporadic breaths rattle up and down your trachea; a remnant of the fear that had been created by the tail end of that conversation. You are struggling to make sense of the direction it had taken; the barrelling downward spiral whereby you discovered your newfound status.

No longer do you hold the lone title of soulmate. You are a captive.

At least that's what Morpheus made it sound like. The word is shudder inducing and a fresh trickle of bile spills into your mouth.

The door he left through, the one blocking your freedom, you are standing close enough to it that you can see every grain and groove of the ebony wood - and the curious absence of a handle or lock. With a flattened hand you gingerly press against the varnished surface, upping the pressure when you don't appear to have tripped any alarms. There's no movement no matter how hard you push, not that you really anticipated any. Morpheus said locked in for a reason. Regardless, you feel that you needed to try just in case he had changed his mind. Again, an eventuality that you do not expect.

You get the sense that Morpheus' grasp of stubbornness would rival that belonging to a group of at least 100,000 people; he is a ruler, and a centuries-old one at that. Accustomed to being in control, well versed in the art of exerting it.

He's chilling too. That nightmare quality really won out just now. You have seen darkness in his eyes before, (brought on by intense moments including sexual desire) and the effects he can have on the environments surrounding him, but this was a whole new breed.

The deflection. The disdain. The remorselessness. How the shadows had danced around him like crude oil twisting in water, a cloak of obscurity and energy to drive you away and leave you isolated.

And your relentlessness was the catalyst for it being unleashed. You're unsure as to why you brought up the theoretical consequences of refusing to be his soulmate. It had just slipped out. There were numerous other ways in which you could have handled the situation yet that was the conversational path you took.

You shudder again, wrapping your arms around your middle in an attempt to self-soothe. It provides a measure of relief but also draws attention to the fact that he should be doing this. Morpheus should be holding you. Talking this through with you.

Instead he left you standing on the marble floor, the intrinsically endothermic nature of the material causing iciness to seep up your legs via your bare feet.

Seeking warmth, you move back to the bed and dejectedly lie down.

The usual covered plate of food has appeared on the bedside table; your expression is so obviously rattled that you can see every detail despite the metal's distortion. You roll over, not wanting to contemplate eating for even a second.

Your entire body is tense, with epicentres in your tight chest and thought-clogged brain, the latter of which is showing signs of inducing a migraine. You breathe with steady intent, a review of the encounter relentlessly replaying.

One question keeps rising to the surface, getting louder and more insistent with each iteration:

Why was he doing this?

He had said it was to protect you. That it was dangerous outside. Was the dream world suddenly that different now that you had free will? Surely he would have led with that if it were true. Found a way to make it safe...

He's been unfalteringly devoted to you in every other way thus far. The aftercare looked to be proof enough of his character. The reassurance, and explanations during the soul-tying. Holding you. Staying beside you while you slept, even though he did not require the rest himself.

But then there is the distinct lack of sharing, both of his internal and external worlds, and of course the 'it is not your place to do so' comment.

That one really stings. You had been convinced that you were his equal. Yet the way the words fell so easily from his mouth, without hesitation nor any sign of an underpinning emotion - it sounded like a response that was not uttered in the heat of the moment.

How were you to know though?

You've not known him for that long and it's not like you can tell from the bond between you, even now after days of longing to and trying to pick up on something, anything that would inform you of his heart. The one thing you can attempt to read into is the state of the ceiling sky; you are getting a sense that it is linked directly to his moods. Its sudden deterioration the moment you had voiced your concerns couldn't have been a coincidence, could it?

The more you grapple for meaning, the harder you are finding it to reconcile the evidence before you, so conflicted on your opinion of him, of the situation. Yet no amount of speculation and reframing could take away from the few facts you have:

The Fates had told you of an unfathomably long imprisonment that Morpheus had endured and suffered in.

So why was he putting you in a parallel of that?

How can someone who is supposed to be your soulmate be so unreadable to you, and so inexplicably cruel?

You curl into a ball, groaning out loud in frustration.

You ponder if there is something defective within you, if he can see something that you are too human to perceive. Maybe you deserve this on some level because you are not quite enough for him.

"No," you say out loud, firmly casting that contemptuous thought out of your mind.

You will not go in for self-loathing or self-pity. You are strong and capable and compassionate. Morpheus is still your soulmate. You can fix this. Once he's back, you will talk about this.

The resolution seems to lessen the lingering despair enough that you unwittingly fall asleep.

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There's an anticipatory undercurrent to the chatter being passed back and forth across the circular tables spaced evenly across the function room.

You're sat at one such table, the hands folded in your lap occasionally brushing against the heavy dark blue velvet draped over the wood, the feel of the material's sumptuous pile triggering pleasant goosebumps.

Ice laden water jugs and bowls of savoury snacks occupy the middle of the table, and each seat is designated by a placeholder. Your name is displayed in a bold font across the folded piece of stiff card in front of you and the names of all your colleagues have been typed out on matching markers.

The lighting could be described as ambient, moody even - a strange choice for such a celebratory event. The strongest source of light is directed towards a projection screen, where the order of events are being presented.

You thumb the lock screen button on the right hand side of your phone to check the time. 20:28. The scheduled break is due to end soon. You take a sip of water from the tumbler stamped with your lipstick and wait.

The microphone on the podium clicks and crackles as it is brought back to life and all heads turn in unison towards the man standing there. A spotlight provided by the professional lighting rig suspended above is ignited, the light from it so bright that it obscures every feature on his face.

His tone is light as he reels off a few formalities, making a joke about the speed of which some individuals had headed to the bar come the start of the interval, eliciting a sequence of throaty laughs from the crowd. He then jumps back into the award giving.

"This person, I know for a fact has really been putting in the effort with developing the traits required to truly embody this accolade and everything it stands for. Taking gullible to the next level, allowing themself to be debased and shutting down all logical reasoning. A veritable inspiration of inconsequentiality; therefore, it comes as no surprise that the award for most worthless human goes to -"

He pauses for effect, and the entire room watches on with baited breath.

Condensation beads slip down the outside of the jug closest to you, mirroring a perspiration bead that has begun to slide from your nape. You look away from the stage, feeling an impending sense of doom slink into your stomach with the nausea that suddenly washes over you. Your intuition is well-founded.

The microphone wheezes as the man inhales the breath needed to deliver the announcement.

He says your name.

The applause that follows is rapturous; a chorus of hollers and whistles punctuating the clapping. It's like you're at a rock concert.

None of it aligns with the damning description of the award name. Under no circumstance do you want to go and accept it; doing so would show that you agree with the committee.

You sneak a glance over your shoulder, wincing at the harsh fluorescents spilling in from the foyer through the set of double doors - that is where you quietly need to get to.

You're pushing your chair back slowly and carefully, about to attempt this surreptitious exit when a spotlight hits you. The hand going for your bag freezes mid-reach.

It's as if a tractor beam has been activated. You cannot stop yourself from standing, cannot stop yourself from walking on the scuffed wooden floor, made that way from years of dancing.

The journey to the stage on your shaky legs is long, given your distance from it, intensified even further by the stares of your peers. You go up the steps at the side of the stage, jelly legs adding risk with the slight elevation. You grip the handrail in a white-knuckled fist.

The award waits on the podium: an oversized key on a black plinth, the golden colour of the metal glints temptingly. With your gaze turned downwards, the man shakes your hand with the pressure of a constrictor, praising you with words that you can't hear above the continued applause.

You force your mouth into a smile and ready yourself to take the award, telling yourself that being gracious is the best approach you can take.

Unfortunately, in your moment of acceptance, someone decides to take advantage.

There's a blow to the back of your knee caps.

You cry out from shock and pain; the sound doesn't last long for as soon as your knees make impact with the boards, a gag is forced into your mouth.

The situation and the gag make it hard to breathe in any way other than frantically, pulse just as agitated in your tight-feeling chest.

The crowd's clapping doesn't stop even as intricate restraints are added at your wrists, even as burning tears and sticky snot stream down your face.

The agony intensifies when you are hauled up by your hair and then herded by several pairs of hands towards the wings of the stage. Your eyes fall on the opaque box that stands just out of view of the crowd.

Its purpose is clear. It is to be your cage.

You're now screaming despite the gag, thrashing as you're dragged towards your doom. Not even allowing yourself to be a dead weight can save you; the cloying fingers are too numerous, too zealous.

The door to the cage opens and the presence of the oppressive void within ekes out towards you like a disturbing fog. Whatever is in there, you can sense it will smother you. Obliterate you slowly. And the people in this room seem to believe you are worthy of such a fate.

The hands anchored on your body begin their last pushes. You whip your head around, making a last attempt to search for an escape when you see a figure out the corner of your eye.

There's no questioning who it is; the person who has been on the periphery of so many dreams these past weeks, you would know him anywhere.

You see a glimpse of movement. Perhaps the raising of a hand. A ripple of power courses through the scene - you feel it vibrate in your chest. Everything freezes, and in that sudden silence you hear Morpheus' solemn and decisive words:

"This dream is over."

You startle, a shriek echoing about the sunless space as you are ripped from the dream. The sheets have you wrapped up like a python; you try with desperation to get free, half-convinced that those relentless hands are still trying to ferry you into that cage.

Floundering, you work and work against the fabric, crying out again when your progress is minimal.

"Soulmate."

Morpheus' deep voice sounds, speaking your name next in such an intimate and gentle way that you instantly halt in your struggle.

He is beside you.

All the attributes of concern are in his facial expression and body language, eyes glistening with an emotion you can't quite place.

"It is over now," he confirms, dissolving the sheet into nothing.

He comes closer, stroking your face with one hand, the other atop your chest with the palm centred on your soul. It's a welcome feeling, his attentions and being free from the tangle of sheets, but you are too far gone for it to stop the fear that the nightmare has set in motion.

"When you said that it was not my place to accompany you, is it because you think I'm less than you?" You ask in a cracking, pitiful voice.

Morpheus stills for a heartbeat, before bending his head to look you straight in the eyes. "No," he breathes. "My soulmate, I could never think that."

He kisses you softly.

It's not what you expected but nevertheless your hands cling to him on instinct, kissing him back and then he's suddenly straddling you. Covering your body with his own to give you a feeling of safety and it's exactly what you require.

You're on the verge of tears from it all, touching the back of his neck, gripping his shoulders to keep him close.

"Morpheus," you call.

"I am here. I am not going anywhere."

He kisses you deeper this time as if to corroborate his statement. It incrementally lessens your doubts and anxieties but there's a call for communication too.

"We need to talk about what happened," you say with quiet assertion.

For a moment, you wonder if he has even heard you for he claims your mouth again.

"I do not wish to talk," he eventually replies, immediately diving back in for yet another kiss. "I wish to take away your anguish."

"But -"

He hushes you, a soothing shut down that would be infuriating if not for the lingering unease of the nightmare clogging your emotions. "Let us forget what was said. Let us instead indulge in the pleasure of each other's bodies."

You blink, slowly processing his explicit inference, taken aback by the very obvious physical reactions they inspire. You force yourself to adopt a professional expression as your arousal begins to leak onto your gown.

"I want to talk to you."

He's smiling smugly as he tilts his head to the side. "Your emotions betray you dearest, as does your body. I know exactly what you want and it is not conversation."

Shame rises but is quickly blotted out by Morpheus' next action.

You feel bare skin against yours; he's used his power to disrobe you as well as him. A protest forms - he stifles it with his mouth. Your eyes are wide as you take it, as he shifts his weight ever so slightly to align your hips.

His own eyes stare you down after he pulls back, unblinking like an apex predator who has caught sight of its favourite prey.

Easy prey.

That's what you are.

He arranges you as such too; grasping your legs and moving your knees to your chest to bend you in half. Pinning you underneath him.

Neither of you last long with the tightness of the angle once you allow him to enter you.

To say you are dazed afterwards would be an understatement. The events of the past few hours have been persistently erratic. If Morpheus feels the same then it isn't apparent. The colour of his eyes are as clear and stable as the weather above, hand warming his favoured spot on your chest.

Your own hands wander up and down his body, running smoothly over his enticing skin.

"You have not touched your food," he comments quietly.

One of your palms moves absentmindedly to trail lazily across your abdomen. "If I'm being honest, I've been struggling to eat since I got here. For some reason I have no appetite or thirst."

"That would be a result of the immortality."

Your hands freeze up, brain doing the opposite as it spins out in a hundred directions.

"W-what did you say?" You stammer, praying you have misheard him.

"The immortality," he clarifies. "My power is within you and with it, comes certain endurances."

You sit up and put some space between you both. This was a serious matter. Despite your empty stomach you feel like you are going to vomit.

"How long have you known that?"

"It does not matter."

Red rag to a bull doesn't come close to covering what his dismissive reply makes you feel. The set of your jaw is so tight that a section on the left side begins to feather. You talk through gritted teeth, levelling a furious glare at him - making it transparent that you are not going to tolerate his evasiveness any longer:

"Tell me how long."

He makes the smart decision to pause to select his reply, though you decipher from the suddenly overcast sky that it is not going to be one that you will like.

"Since our souls joined."

Your hand flies to your chest, to your soul as tears start to brew.

"That was days ago!"

Morpheus simply looks at you.

"Did you not think that I had a right to know about something as life changing as that?"

He opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off before he can issue a syllable.

"Please can you give me some time alone?"

Morpheus' intense stare - the one that had gone from intimidating to exhilarating - has now become distressing and you need to get out from under it.

To his credit, he does what you asked and the moment the door is closed, the tears you have been holding back start to flow freely. The ceiling sky is so crowded with dark clouds that you are convinced that it's going to do the same as your eyes.

You feel like you've been tricked. You didn't ask for this, nor were you consulted.

The gilding has fully tarnished now, revealing that things were too good to be true. And had been from the very beginning. You had been swept up in the haze of sexual satisfaction, too blinded by the soul bond to see clearly. The nightmare had spelled it out flawlessly: gullible, debased and without logical reasoning.

The previous success in derailing your self-loathing falls short now. You are bolting down the path of internal admonishment.

How could you have been so naïve?

The answer is your hubris. It had felt good to be finally wanted, chosen to be a part of something bigger than yourself by making a difference to the Dreaming. Unless you had misunderstood.

No, the Fates had told you it in no uncertain terms. What they hadn't done however was provide a time frame. You had stupidly assumed it would be effective immediately. Instead you could be looking at decades, centuries even with this newfound information.

Even with the promise of eventual fulfilment, there was little chance that you would last for years in this room with your sanity intact.

You need distraction from the demoralising thought so you bluster through your bathroom routine like a whirlwind, slamming containers down where possible and huffing out exasperated sounds.

While the gown has re-materialised on the hook by the shower, you are dead set against putting it back on. You go to the bedside table and dive into the drawers to find your clothes from the night of the award ceremony, uncovering the cigarettes and lighter you forgot had been hidden there.

You don't even think before lighting one up, hoping that the nicotine will take the edge off your despair. You are quick to finish it and the clarity it brings encourages you to have a second. And then a third.

From the combination of your reclined position on the sheets and the dainty way you hold each cigarette, you can't help but feel like a 1940s starlet. It injects a bit of delirious humour, and also gumption into the mix.

"You are not at fault here," you whisper out loud. "He is the one who has an understanding of how soulmates work. He withheld that. You are allowed to be pissed off with him and you should let him see it."

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By the time Morpheus returns, you are in full possession of your wits and sit perched at the foot of the bed. You regard each other; he appears a touch drawn out, eyes subdued and a small line marking the space between his eyebrows.

"You have been smoking," he states flatly.

Buoyed by the confidence gifted to you by said activity, you inhale the scent of the lingering bluish fog, flashing a sardonic smile as you audibly breathe out, labouring the point with the pleasurable sigh.

"What else was I supposed to do while I waited for you to come back?" You cross your legs and smooth out a non-existent wrinkle in the bedclothes you meticulously rearranged.

The effects of your sarcasm are immediate; the air is becoming ominously dense, threatening to unleash a storm of epic proportions. Morpheus' fists clench and the pressure is dampened a fraction.

"Give them to me," he asks in a monotone.

"No."

Your connection is so devoid of dissonance at this point. Morpheus is stone carved. The kind of impenetrable that would shred and destroy finger nails; there is no point in trying to claw your way to the being beneath. The apathy sends your anger to new heights, compelling that shamefully vindictive part of you into lashing out. You want to hurt him just as he has hurt you.

"They're the only thing I have left from my real life."

A lethal quality seeps into his reply, "That life ended the moment you stepped out onto that street."

"Well then I should have run from you that night," you provoke further, tone biting as glacial ice on exposed skin.

The same shadows from before are crowding about his person, settling in his eyes - a tell that you have unleashed the nightmare form. You have to actively remind yourself to breathe at an even pace. All things you had queued up to say to him are long gone as you gaze upon his dark majesty.

"Even if you had been able to evade me, hide your physical body, I would have found you the moment you fell asleep."

The tether on his control slips as a single bolt of lightning turns the room to a white-out. The thunder never comes, instead the rumble of his voice.

"Do not think that I had not anticipated a refusal. I was more than prepared to use force to get what I wanted. What I was promised. I will not share you with anyone. You are mine. My soulmate. You -"

He stops unexpectedly and head snapping to look at the door.

You roll your eyes. "Let me guess, something requires your attention."

He takes in a deep breath. "I will return shortly."

You watch sullenly as he leaves you behind yet again, about to resume smoking when you feel an urge to re-examine the door. It is as pointless as before; no handle nor locks. Your fists hit the mahogany once, then twice before your composure fully deteriorates and you begin to hammer on it. Not because you are hoping to snag someone's awareness, for you heard it from Morpheus that no one could find this place. Sadly, you do it because you are losing hope.

Dejection momentarily quelled, you resort to staring at the door with such concentration that you fear it may trigger another headache.

"How the fuck do you work?" You ask it.

If there is no tangible way of holding it then that left the metaphysical as its locking mechanism. Metaphysical power that came from him - that now resided in you.

Maybe you could use it to break out...

You huff out a laugh at your optimism. There is no harm in trying.

Decision made, you make a quick trip to the bathroom to get the ruby ring you put by the sink. There's no chance you're escaping and leaving a beloved family heirloom behind.

You walk confidently to the door and plant yourself a forearm's length from it. The gold of the ring glimmers on your right hand as your press your palm to the glossy wood.

You do not want to be the person you were in the nightmare; forced into a box-encased void and cut off from the universe. You want to learn, to experience, to love. You want to have dreams and you're willing to make them with or without their master.

You are going to get out of here.

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"I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind. On the borderline of the edge, and where I walk alone."

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There shall be night - Part.8 Morpheus x priestess! reader

[Part.7]

Nearly a month has passed since the gruelling summoning she had performed. Now that the Dream Lord was back in his realm, (Y/N) had noticed that her health had improved way more quickly than before. Her white patch of hair, on the other hand, didn’t disappear. She had shrugged it off, used by now to its presence.

Holding a bag of groceries in one hand while she was making her way home after a day of lecturing at the university, her mind wandered to the Dream Lord. Their reunion after more than a century apart had been sweet, and not like she would have imagined. She would have never thought that he would show such gentleness and caring toward her - and it was so easy to give up to him with equal affection.

Being the last priestess had definitely changed things for her, she recalled herself. While she had hoped and craved for this intimacy with Morpheus centuries after centuries, she wouldn’t have dared to act in such close proximity to him. The night where they found comfort in each other’s arms in 1788 had only been the beginning of her restraints’ wavering. She allowed herself to feel love toward the King of Dreams and Nightmares and didn’t let old protocol push her away from the much-needed affection he would give her.

(Y/N) had decided that she had suffered enough. And she certainly hadn’t protested about the change of pace in Morpheus’ way of showing his affection to her.

Arriving at her house, she dropped her bag of groceries on a counter, checked her mail and watered some plants all over her small home. A simple life, like she longed for for a long time.

Looking through a window, she noticed that the sun would set soon. Grabbing her keys she decided to make a quick trip to her small temple to prepare the place for the night. It was an old habit of hers, although not spending each night at the temple, she always made sure the place was ready to welcome any lost soul that should seek help. Just before sundown was her favourite time to tidy up the place.

Crossing the field sprinkled with wildflowers that stood between her house and the temple, she felt him before she saw him. A heavy yet comfortable presence took form as the pale man in dark clothes stood just at the entrance of the temple.

“Hello (Y/N)” he greeted softly.

“Hello Morpheus” she greeted back, smiling. The tiniest of smiles stretched his lips at the realisation that she dropped the “Lord”. “I’m surprised you haven’t entered the temple to wait”

“I didn’t want to enter without your permission,” he confessed.

Such consideration touched her. “It is your place as much as it is mine, King of Dreams” she assured with a gentle smile. “Shall we?”

He nodded and entered behind her inside the building. The room was bathed in a soft golden light, filtered by the high windows. The filtering of the tainted parts of glass reflected dots of colours over the floors and walls, giving an almost ethereal essence to the place. Almost as if the priestess had decided to recreate a part of the Dreaming within her temple. As she stepped into the light to gather a fallen candle, Morpheus’ breath hitched.

Here she was, bathed in light, softly tinted with the most beautiful colours he had ever pictured. The way the golden rays of the sun reflected on her hair, the way her eyes twinkled in strong, undying hope. His heart almost combusted at the ethereal vision in front of him.

A true goddess.

Her strolling to the aisle of the temple, stepping out of the light, broke him out of his fascinated stare. Oblivious to the Endless’ previous passionate gaze, (Y/N) opened a cabinet she intended to re-organise. She knew why the Dream Lord had shown up at her door. The priestess hadn’t forgotten his last words to her after the summoning. They had indeed a lot to talk about. But she had to keep herself busy or else the awkward silence would deprive her of all sorts of courage for this forthcoming discussion.

Behind her, Morpheus frowned slightly at a shelf of neatly-organised small bottles, labelled with different names. Looking closely from behind her shoulder, he couldn’t help himself but ask:

“What are those?”

She brushed away a bit of dust that had been laying over the shelf.

“Sand from all over the Waking world. It can sound a bit childish but…I like to gather some at every place I visit. It helps me to reach out to the dreamers of those places, even when I’m far away”

Morpheus briefly recalled her mentioning normal sand during the ceremony. It was probably what she had been referring to. Deep into his heart, her dedication to the dreamers touched him.

The slamming of the cabinet’s doors surprised him a little. The priestess had closed them a little bit harder than intended. That was when he noticed her hands were slightly shaking. She must have been as nervous for this discussion as him - although he didn’t quite show it.

“So”, she began after clearing her throat “I recall you wanted to…talk with me, right?”

She leaned on a pillar, half stepping into the light of the centre of the room. One would have judged her posture as casual, but she knew she needed the pillar to steady herself for whatever they were going to talk about.

The Lord of Dreams nodded slowly.

“I wished to apologise”

His very first sentence surprised her and she started to open her mouth to reply but he stopped her with a gesture of his hand.

“Please, allow me to finish” resonated his deep voice in the small space between the two of them. Morpheus had gotten closer to her so they were less than a few feets apart. Like he was making sure this conversation would be between the two of them, with no room for anything else.

She nodded slowly, not entirely sure of what to expect. The dream king took a deep breath and then looked up to lock his eyes with hers. The sight of his silver and blue orbs always made her breath hitch every time.

“I’ve had a long time to think during my imprisonment” he started as she winced at the mention of the last word. “I’ve come to…realise some things”

Sensing some hesitation coming from him, (Y/N) nudged him gently “What things?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Things about loneliness and…hope” he said, not looking away from her. “I’ve come to realise that hope was the thing that maintained people alive through their hardships. That permitted them to carry on. I’ve been so blinded by my own pride that I refused to admit that I too needed hope before.”

He stepped closer, not breaking his gaze from her for a second.

“In this glass cage, I’ve thought about the things that could carry me through this horrendous trial. And when the slightest glimpse of hope had bloomed in my heart…you were right in the middle of it” he ended in a whisper, afraid to break the delicate tension that had built up between the two of them.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched once more, eyelids already heavy with emotions since the beginning of their whole exchange. She may have not been an empath like him, but she felt all of his guilt, regrets and fondness pouring upon her. His eyes, his scent, his dark frame and sharp features, everything about him called upon her. But his open-hearted confession was the most magnetic thing about him at this very moment.

“I’ve thought about you. Quite a lot” he admitted while bringing up one of his hands to cup her cheek. “And the realisation that you’ve had always been here for me hit me every time I thought of you to gather some strength in this prison”

Shaky breaths escaped (Y/N)’s lips as the first tears finally started to fall. She didn’t know if it was because of the painful recalling of his imprisonment or at the sweet confession he had also thought about her for all those years. Just as she thought about him. His thumb slowly caressed her cheekbone to gather the salty beads rolling on her soft skin.

“You were always here. You were always the one to bring me comfort whether it be in joy, in pain, or in solitude. You were always here with me” he continued in the softest tone of his deep baritone voice. “Even at my worst and my lowest”

His other hand slowly made its way to the base of her throat, gently pushing the edge of her shirt away to expose the angry pink line that ran on her throat and collarbone. (Y/N) looked away from his prying eyes, leaning on his other hand as she covered it with her own for support. Morpheus traced gently the outlines of the deep scar with his thumb, making a small whimper escape her mouth. The sound made is heart shattering. In the depth of the galaxy of his eyes, deep remorse spread like never before.

“You’re always here…” he breathed softly “Even when my own creations are hurting you, you’re still here”

Hearing the heartbreaking amount of guilt in Morpheus’ voice, (Y/N) squeezed the hand that was holding his on her cheek. Searching for his eyes as a sign of comfort, she saw that his head was hanging low in shame. Cradling his sharp jaw with infinite tenderness, she slowly made him raise up his face so she could see his beautiful eyes again. The pain she saw in them almost snatched a broken sob from her.

“It’s not your fault” she whispered softly. “None of that was your fault”

Should it not be for her eyes full of honesty and love, Morpheus wouldn’t have believed those words. A single tear slipped away from his long eyelashes, rolling on his cheek. He felt so vulnerable yet it felt so right. Here, with (Y/N).

The hand that had been caressing her cheeks lowered, but did not let go of her own. Turning slightly his head to the one that was cradling his own jaw, Morpheus pressed tender kisses on her palm.

“Words cannot describe how deeply I am in debt to you” he whispered against her skin “I owe you so much yet I have given you nothing in return”

“That isn’t true” she replied softly. “You gave me so many things I’m thankful for”

“Then why does it feel that your devotion to me has brought you nothing but pain?” he asked, and the broken tone he used made her heart ache. He sounded so tired and angry with himself.

She brought both of her hands to his, enveloping them in a tight and warm embrace. Yet when she looked up at him, Morpheus definitely saw the unmistakable look of heartbreak in her eyes.

“Because the only thing I lacked was your love, Morpheus” she whispered faintly, years of longing and pain making tears roam freely on her face. “My only wish was to be loved by you, King of Dreams”

A choked sob escaped his pale lips. The realisation of it weightened on him like a ton of bricks. Deep down he had always known. But now, hearing it out loud made him feel like a fool. He had been so blind.

With a surge of boldness, the priestess’ hand reached to his neck and brought him down to kiss him deeply. The way his lips perfectly moulded into hers made her moan. If it had to be their last kiss, she wanted to pour all of the accumulated pain, ache and sadness she had felt over the years. Tears continued to fall from her eyes as his lips were moving against her own.

I just wanted your love, she thought again and again.

Morpheus’ hands had found their way on her hips and jaw, holding them tight to pull her flush against him. There was something desperate about the way he was hungrily kissing her soft lips, once the initial surprise had been brushed away. Nibbling on her lower lip, begging for entrance as his grip on her hip turned into deep strokes on the side of her waist. A growl built up in his throat as (Y/N)’s hands angled his face to kiss him deeper, granting him access to her parted lips. Morpheus pressed his priestess against the pillar in the intoxication of her tongue curled around his own in the most delicious way, electing a breathy moan from her. At the same time, the familiar yet long-awaited feeling of his weight on her body treacherously made her escape a sob.

Slowing down his pace, Morpheus gradually released the tight hold on her waist and in an agonising slow last kiss, freed her lips from his.

Out of reflex (Y/N) softly tried to capture his lips for one last kiss, the ghost of his touch lingering on her own. But as the dream Lord’s forehead gently laid on hers, she thought it was the end of it. Eyes still closed, she exhaled deeply while the last tears of resignation dried on her cheeks.

"Please” she whispered against his cheek “Don’t push me away again”. God, she sounded pathetic but she didn’t care anymore. They were both the last remnants of her once life as a devoted woman. If he should have turned away from her again because she confessed her love to him, she wasn’t sure to survive it.

Warm hands framed her face in the most delicate manner.

“Oh (Y/N)” said Morpheus in a comforting voice, “Have I been such a foolish man that I’ve made you worry about abandonment?"

He softly kissed the small crease between her brows, like chasing her torment away.

"You always had my love, sweet priestess of mine. And I love you still” he said, voice soft like a caress. “I just blame myself thousand times to have put in such misery for so many years because of my own blindness"

(Y/N) choked on a sob as Morpheus pulled her into a tight hug. The tears that had dried out spluttered once more from her eyes. Tears of joy and relief, this time. She gripped the back of his black coat tightly, not quite believing what she just heard yet.

Morpheus was in love with her.

"I am so terribly sorry for not reaching out to you sooner, my love” whispered the King of Dreams, face buried in her hair. “I should have told you of my feelings a long time ago"

(Y/N) let out a small shaky laugh. How could he have confessed his feelings to her all those years ago, if he only came to their realisation recently? There was nothing to forgive. For now, she just needed to feel him. To finally let all of her love sink deep into her soul, no more putting barriers of protocol and longing between her heart and his. soul, opening her heart to his without any time or protocol barriers. She just needed to not be alone anymore.

“I know I can’t change things that had happened,” continued Morpheus in his low appeasing rumble, not breaking out of their embrace “but if you let me, I can try to fix it by standing at your side and earning every bit of your affection, if I can be worthy of it"

She slowly slid her hand from his back to his face, cradling his face lovingly. Even now, through the tears in her eyes, the face of the man she had served and loved for centuries was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“You are worthy of it” she smiled brightly “I love you, Morpheus”.

And just like that, the centuries of longing and excruciating aching disappeared in the dust of relief. (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from smiling and crying at the same time, while the contagious bubbling even made a soft smile appear on the Dream Lord’s soft lips while he gently nudged his nose with her.

Feeling the happiness and love emanating from his beloved priestess, Morpheus’ heart still ached at the thought he had deprived the both of them of it for so long. Just because he had been a prideful, stubborn being. He swore to himself that he would never let (Y/N) down in a similar way from now on. Not ever.

Gently taking her chin between his fingers, Morpheus raised her face to his and kissed her deeply. The haze of lust of their previous kiss had left the place to an unsuspected softness and slow gestures. Hands carefully holding the other, as they were afraid to break under their touches. The way their tongues swiftly danced around each other made (Y/N)’s mind foggy, entrapped into their passionate kissing. Her own body seemed to take over the rational part of herself as she arched against the tall frame of Morpheus, a low moan dying in her throat under his kisses.

Slightly pulling back from her now swollen lips, Dream looked at her with equal hazed eyes. Stars seemed to burn brightly in his pupils like they had been taken from the night sky itself. Losing herself in her contemplation for a second, (Y/N) pressed a delicate kiss on the inside of his wrist while his hand was still tangled in her hair.

“Love me, Morpheus” she demanded in a whisper.

He was happy to oblige.

Cradling her in his arms, his mouth found her lips once more. A new intensity led their pace, bruising and burning them to their cores. (Y/N)’s soft whimpers turned into moans as Morpheus’ tongue skimmed over her throat before he started to suck her delicate skin under her chin. His tongue travelled down the column of her throat, gently sucking here and there eliciting more breathy sounds from the priestess. Meanwhile, the Dream Lord’s hands didn’t stay useless, they crawled under her shirt, kneading the soft flesh of her hips while bringing her closer to his.

As she felt hotter and hotter, (Y/N) got rid of her shirt in a fluid movement, under Morpheus’ equally loving and hungry gaze. Slightly tugging on his hands, she guided him to the centre of the room, stepping both of them into the light and slowly guiding him onto the cushioned floor. As soon as he dropped to his knees in a similar position as hers, she feverishly latched her mouth on him, making him groan in pleasure. She sucked gently on his lower lips, savouring every single nuance of the way he tasted. The lust that had brought them together for the first time this evening was coming back at her like a raging fire, and she had the firm intention of letting it consume her.

The warm hands of Morpheus fiddled on her back with her bra claps as she tugged on his long black coat, pulling it off his shoulders. She wanted the damn thing off and be able to see him, touch him. Her bra came off first, unceremoniously tossed somewhere in the temple. Suddenly feeling a bit shy, she pressed her naked chest against his still-clothed one, fingers tangled in the hair at the end of his neck. The low chuckle that resonated behind his ribcage sent a thrill of desire to her heart.

“Lay back for me, my love” he rumbled softly. “Let me admire you”

She gave the faintest nod of her head before slowly getting off Morpheus, never breaking eye contact as she sat on her heels and gradually laid on her back, the fabric of the various pillows caressing her skin. She looked so fucking perfect in Morpheus’ eyes it took every ounce of self-control he had to not dive down and ravish her on the spot. No, not this time. Today, he was making love to her.

Hovering over her for a second, his lips found their way to the angry and rash pink line of her scar, licking and peppering it with kisses. A low moan escaped (Y/N)’s lips as the soft feeling lit up her skin with desire. There was something so erotic in the way he let his tongue draw patterns on her damaged skin before leaving open-mouthed kisses on its borders. The soft scrape of the fabric of his shirt against her hardened nipples frustrated her and she tugged hard on it until another chuckle vibrated on her skin.

“Eager, aren’t we?” said the Dream Lord in an amused tone she didn’t know from him.

“Off with the shirt”, she articulated between ragged breaths “I need to see more of you”

He wouldn’t complain the slightest and tugged off his shirt, his every movement and twitch of his body followed by her glassy eyes.

“You’re beautiful” breathed the priestess with a voice full of adoration.

Ducking his head to hide his smile, he pressed a kiss on her chin, then on her throat and shoulder blades, slowly making his way lower and lower. His breath skimmed over her erect nipples, gently latching one into his greedy mouth and sucking on it. (Y/N) let her head idly fall back on the pillows, a loud moan rising from her throat. The last time they had laid together had been passionate but messy, almost blurry. They didn’t take their time as now, and part of her regretted that her first union with the King of Dreams was soon to be an even blurrier memory in her mind. Morpheus’ mouth soon released her aching nipple and pressed a soft kiss on the other before resuming its descent across the soft skin of her belly. The priestess’ breaths hitched in anticipation, half-lidded eyes tracing every sweet caress of her lover’s lips on her body. As he reached her hips and the base of her pants, Dream looked up at her from under his long lashes. Searching for authorisation to pursue further.

Unable to pronounce the slightest word, she raised her hips and started to tuck down her clothes, eyes locked with his. He stopped her movement by putting his hands around her own on the hem of her pants; before tugging it down himself slowly, delicately admiring her bare beauty.

Dream let out a deep groan at the view of her naked form, so soft, warm and ready for him. Her eyes flickered to his, begging him to touch her. He would do more than that. He would worship her like the true goddess she was. Bending down to nuzzle his face between her legs, Morpheus lay a small kiss on her already slick slit, eliciting a soft moan from her. She sighed even more when he pressed more hungry kisses at the soft joint of her tights, delicately nibbling on the skin and peppering it with red marks. Then he dives inward, sharp tongue entering her throbbing entrance. Her head was thrown back, a high-pitched moan resonating within the building’s walls while her hands gripped the pillows beneath her. The hot tongue of Morpheus worked relentlessly around her clit, sucking and licking it like a starving man. He slid one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to devour her even deeper. A rush of heat built inside the priestess’ lower stomach as his hungry tongue brushed over her most sensitive bundle. Bucking her hips against his ivory face, one of her hands reflexively grabbed a hold of his hair, tugging sharply at his raven locks. The primal groan that came from his throat vibrated against her burning core and almost made her see stars.

“Morpheus…!” she moaned loudly between lustful noises, “Don’t stop please!”

He wouldn’t dare even if he wanted to, not after hearing these divine sounds. The King of Dreams and Nightmares wanted to give her more. So he thrust his hot tongue in and out of her, building pressure higher and higher inside of his lover. One of his hands held on her hip tightly, no doubt leaving a bruise, while the other kneaded the soft flesh of the tight draped over his shoulder, thumb caressing her skin in the most exquisite manner.

(Y/N) felt electricity running in her veins, coursing through her body as Morpheus’ tongue wildly lapped her cunt. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking upward in search of her release, or the wanton noises escaping her lips. She was just so fucking close–

A sudden warmth flashed through her body and behind her eyelids as she arched her back and breathed out a long and heavy moan. Her whole body shattered in pleasure as Morpheus kept his grip on her hips, slowing down his tongue ministrations to ride her through her orgasm.

Gently pulling out his face from between her legs, Morpheus slowly kissed his way back on her burning body, giving her all the time she needed to catch her ragged breathing. Bringing her face closer to his breath caught in his throat at the sight below him: bruised lips slightly open that still held undertones of the sinful sounds released only minutes ago, glossy eyes looking at him behind half-lidded lashes, pupils blown by lust, rosy cheeks and strings of hair idly brushed on a sweaty forehead.

(Y/N) delicately grabbed his chin, coating a string of her own juices on his lower lips before lowering his face to her wanting mouth. Pressing him deeper against her, she moaned into his mouth at the feeling of the hardening swelling against her bare core. Judging by the equally needy groans of Morpheus, he too felt every tingle of their embrace.

Completely entangled in their intoxicating kiss, Morpheus allowed her to sit up to gently inverse their positions and force him to lay on his back. Seeing her fumble with his pants, he decided to nudge some help, and with a flick of his wrist, the dark fabric was gone in an instant, leaving him bare under his lover. Sitting on his lap, (Y/N) dragged her teeth on the side of his throat, sucking at the nape of his neck and dragging a deep moan from him. She felt him growing harder against her tights as she slowly bit his lower lip. Sliding a hand between them she grabbed his length, eliciting another raw grunt from him, and guided him to her entrance until she felt his swollen head coating her juices. She looked at him deeply in his eyes for a second before diving inward and pressing his lips to hers, and slowly lowered herself on him.

Their moans lost themselves in each other’s mouths, reaching deep into their cores. The priestess stopped for a second, taking time to adjust to his thickness. Morpheus pressed kisses to her closed eyelids as his hands explored her bare back, gently dragging his fingers all over her smooth skin. Then after a minute, he felt her spreading her legs wider over his tights, taking all of him inside of her hot core, head thrown backwards releasing a silent moan. He couldn’t resist the view of her exposed throat and hungrily sank his lips to a still untouched spot, sucking greedily on it. The first grinding of her hips made him choke against her skin. She rolled her hips tentatively, trying to find her pace in the most tantalizing vision Morpheus had ever witnessed; her back facing the windows, the warm sunbeams of the setting sun surrounding her in a golden halo while her hips were circling him in the most delightful way.

“I love you” he breathed above but a whisper.

The soft smile spreading over her lust-painted face finished to make his heart burst, and he grabbed the back of her throat to bring her harshly on him, ravishing her mouth in hungry passion. (Y/N)’s hips found her rhythm, circling his length and clenching her inner walls around him, moving relentlessly as he lay beneath her. Mouth slightly agape and eyes closed in pleasure, Morpheus was a true sight to behold. Marble skin littered with kisses marks, slender fingers tightly gripping his lover’s hips as she rode him. A moan escaped him when she squeezed harder around him, entangled in her own pleasure. Morpheus sat up and encircled his arms around her to bring her closer. She changed her movements, bouncing on him as her moans turned louder, a lustful symphony in his ears. His hips twitched upward, thrusting into her with a burning passion. She let out a loud gasp and gripped his shoulders for support. Hips rocking against hers while moans and groans filled the room, Morpheus dug his fingers in the soft flesh of her tights, guiding her through pleasure. She let out a whimper as she grinned down harder on him, chasing her release she felt building inside of her by riding him wildly. She felt him getting closer too. Something about him became more erratic, darker in thrusts and in his moans. Her moans were incoherents pleads of his name, chanting like a prayer. She could feel slowly coming apart under her, and the mere thought of it associated with his hard thrusts made her explode in heat, mouth forming a silent “O” as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

Feeling his lover falling apart around him, it didn’t take long for Morpheus to follow her into his own orgasm. A sharp snap of his hips made him reach his high, erratic movements guiding him through the new rush of pleasure.

Nothing but ragged breath resonated inside the temple for a few minutes. Still entangled together, none of the lovers uttered a word, gathering their breath and leaning in their embrace. (Y/N) lay her sweaty forehead on his eyes still closed, taking in his comforting presence in the aftermath glee. Soft hands of Morpheus caressed incoherent patterns on her back, soothing the gradually growing ache in her muscles. Pushing her trembling knees against the floor, (Y/N) slowly got off him, a small whimper leaving her lips when he pulled out of her. She barely registered laying on the cushioned floor in her foggy mind, the next thing she knew one of the blankets of the temple was dropped over the two of them and she was back in the arms of Morpheus once again.

Cradling her against his chest, the Dream Lord buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent with closed eyes. One of his arms was draped over her, the digits of his fingers gently caressing the forming bruises on her hips, where his hands had gripped earlier. (Y/N) sighed against his neck, where her head layed idly. One of her hands reached to his and slowly intertwined their fingers together as the soft ache between her legs enveloped her into a numb and warm cocoon of contentment. She could almost think she had been trapped in the most sweet, pleasurable place in the Dreaming. But the way her dark-haired lover tilted his face down to press a soft kiss on her forehead blessley reminded her it was very much real.

"I don’t ever want to let you go” said the soft rumble of Morpheus’ voice against her skin.

Humming softly she turned her face upwards to press a kiss on his jugular, eliciting a soft groan from him and his lips capturing hers. The priestess sighed into the kiss, her soft curves pressing against his hard and chiselled marble frame. For the first time since a very long time, she felt like she belonged somewhere. Right here, laying on the temple’s floor and tangled in Morpheus’ arms.

Their kiss turned again into a passionate dance of their tongues and the soft moan stifled from between her lips drew a lazy smirk on the Endless’ face. The feeling of her hands on both of his cheeks made him stop for the briefest moment. Slowly opening his eyes he met her loving gaze.

“There’s something I need to show you” she whispered softly.

Morpheus held a confused face that turned into a frown when she gently tucked herself away from under him, getting up on still sensitive legs. Throwing another blanket around her, (Y/N) crossed the room under the Dream Lord’s intrigued gaze. She came back next to him a few moments later, holding a small box in her hands.

“What is it?” he asked in this deep voice of his.

“I want to give it to you” she said softly, kneeling in front of him.

His frown increased slightly, a bit confused “I do not hold any material possessions besides my tools” he noted calmly.

“I know” she replied and the hint of sadness in her voice made his eyes look up from the box to her face with concern. “But I believe this has always been yours. I’m only returning it to you”

She gently laid the box in his hands with her slightly trembling ones. Her sudden melancholic attitude worried Morpheus, who tentatively opened the small box. Laying inside, on a thick layer of cotton wool, was a small white object. For a second, he didn’t understand what it was, then the realisation pulled a choked sob from him.

It was a bird’s skull. A raven skull.

“After your return, I’ve learned what you’ve been through” explained the priestess softly, heart squeezing at the sight of tears pricking at the corner of Morpheus’ eyes. “I tried to find you during your imprisonment but the leads always gave nothing. I only found out what happened once you had returned to the Dreaming”

With slightly trembling fingers, Morpheus traced the outlines of the delicate skull’s ridges. Even if he couldn’t tear his gaze away from it, he listened closely to the soothing voice of (Y/N).

“I know what they did,” she muttered in a tight voice. “To you. To Jessamy”

Snapping his head up, Morpheus’ mouth hangs open in a silent pained cry. Images of his beloved raven’s violent demise squeezed his heart painfully as a tear escaped his eyelids. After a second of shock his gaze travelled from (Y/N) comforting face to the box in his hands, feeling heavier than ever.

“Do you mean it’s…”

He couldn’t bring the words out of himself. The priestess nodded slowly, tears gathering in her own eyes at his broken expression.

“I reached out to Alex Burgess’ sleep” she explained. “I wanted…needed to know where he had buried her”

A broken sob escaped Morpheus’ pale lips. He had no idea (Y/N) could do such a thing as entering someone’s dream - or rather, lack of - to obtain information out of them. For a brief moment (Y/N) felt relieved that the Dream Lord ignored how she managed to rip it from the pathetic son of Roderick Burgess. Torture was something she never indulged in, she even despited it. But the surge of hate that crashed into her heart when she read about Jessamy’s horrendous murder had brought the worst of her. So when he begged, crying and hurling in a broken voice for her to stop prodding on his mind, tugging at his deepest core of consciousness so harshly he thought he might die, the priestess hadn’t felt sorry in the slightest. Her search for Morpheus had made her indulge into darker methods, learning from witches and other magic users in order to find answers. Although she didn’t succeed at finding him, those newfound skills had at least increased her capacities to reach out for dreamers - in the most powerful and somehow frightening way, as she recalled the summoning of his ruby’s location.

“He admitted burying Jessamy in the garden out of guilt” she continued in a hushed tone. “Once I arrived at the domain I tried to dig up her remains” she let out a shaky breath, remembering this painful experience “Some parts were missing, probably snatched away by stray animals. But her skull remained intact”

She paused for a moment, letting the information sink in Morpheus’ mind. He wasn’t trembling anymore but the heavy grief didn’t disappear from his starry eyes.

“I couldn’t let her there,” she whispered. “She deserves to rest in the Dreaming”

A beat passed. (Y/N) worriedly thought that she had crossed a line and leaned over him but he moved faster, dropping the box next to him and snatching her in a tight hug. His face buried in her neck and his hands gripped her tightly, to feel her close. When (Y/N) wrapped her own arms around his shoulders, she felt tears running down her neck. She never felt the Dream Lord so helpless, yet all she could do was to hold him tightly, soothing him with her warmth and embrace. Running her hand through his hair in a comforting gesture, she heard him sob and before she could stop him he crumbled down, almost laying down before her, his head now buried against her stomach. She let out a small surprised gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desperate grip on her skin.

“I do not deserve you” he whimpered, face pressed against her belly. “You’re too good for anyone who has ever crossed your path”

The soothing sensation of her hand stroking his dark locks grounded him to reality. She was doing it in such a calming and reassuring manner he never wanted to feel anything else again. Leaning into her touch, he nuzzled his face into her soft skin. He only realised how touch-starved he was. How he longed for her touch.

“You deserve every part of me, Morpheus” she soothed softly.

They stayed in this position for a long time. The priestess kneeling, cradling the Endless’ resting head on her lap while he laid there on the ground, sprawled on the ground and gripping on her for his dear life like a sinner looking for forgiveness. There in the temple slowly bathed with the rising moon’s silver hues, they were finally home.

They were not alone anymore.

[Part.9]

A/N: dear lord, what have I done. Not so much action in this chapter but dang the fEELS? Ngl Morpheus calling his lover “my love” is the sweetest thing to me blblblbl This isn’t the last chapter, there’s still things that the priestess and Morpheus need to do, so stay tuned for the next part!

Me writing part 5: oh no, I can’t write smut anymore this is embarrassing, I’ll only rely on angst from now on.

Me writing part 8: do it for the simp.

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