#Morpheus Masterlist

[lilmoony]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓶𝓪𝓷 - 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - nothing yet... please send in requests!

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 - nothing yet... please send in requests!

𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 / 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒖𝒔 - nothing yet... please send in requests!

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 - nothing yet... please send in requests!

[endless-ineffabilities]

Masterlist 📝

about the author: Freyja (freɪə), 20-something, Londoner, Virgo sun / Scorpio moon / Libra rising, I write as I please about whom I please (and for you, of course, on the chance that you enjoy my writing! 🖤) ~

This is a regularly updated list of my works; all are x f!Reader unless otherwise stated. I try not to include outright physical attributes for the female lead, to leave her appearance open to interpretation.

Please do NOT copy, repost, steal, or translate any of these! My works should only exist here, on Tumblr. I have not and will not post them on any other platform, nor do I consent to any other individual doing so.

⚔️ Refer here to be tagged in House of the Dragon fics

💌 anon list

The Sandman

Morpheus / Corinthian

Ineffable (series) *on hiatus

Corinthian

Easy on the eyes (series) (18+) *on hiatus

Morpheus

Only you can set alight the fire in me (oneshot)

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Oneshots

Without you, I would not be

She is my heart

ñuha mērī jorrāelagon

feast

rogue ink

turning red

Series / Miniseries

but daddy, I love him (chapter one - chapter two - chapter three)

this world was never meant for a fire like yours (18+)

in the shadow of your heart (part one - part two)

Aemond Targaryen

Oneshots

some jealous Aemond Targaryen scenarios

burn them all for you

a little game (modern au)

hmm (a christmas drabble)

sepār iā sylutegon (just a taste)

your heart's serrated edges are much like mine own (18+)

dragonfire

i will never say that I am in love

the sapphire and his sun

backhand stroke (tennis au) (18+)

diet pepsi (18+)

official business (president!Aemond au)

Series / Miniseries

prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series

part one: don't you love me?

part two: and what of your love? (18+)

part three: the flames that divide (18+)

part four: the aftermath

part five: never tear us apart

part six:

part seven:

maroon (a modern au series) (18+)

sapphire-hearted (a miniseries) (18+)

of perilous desire - one: rhaenagon -

national anthem (president!Aemond au series) (18+)

Daemon and/or Aemond

A dance with two rogue dragons

If these walls could speak (18+)

midnights imagines : question...? - anti-hero - labyrinth - lavender haze -

dialogue series: King? -

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

As I believe in you (oneshot)

there's hope for us, yet - part 1 - part 2

MCU

Bucky Barnes

babydoll (oneshot)

reconnaissance - one - two - three

so high school - one - two

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes

The Bolter (series) (18+)

World On Fire

Tom Bennett

tongue in cheek (one - two - three - four )

John Wick 4

Marquis Vincent de Gramont

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated - first dance -

Ewan Mitchell

chemical override (series)

blue eyes so green (oneshot)

x classical violinist reader (oneshot)

sun (oneshot)

[thoughtsfromlayla]

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

L for Lactation

M for Muzzle

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More to be added soon ❀❀❀

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love? Masterlist

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

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

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

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

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

What dreams know about love? (+18)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (+18)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (+18)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

[withoutyouimsaskia]

The Sandman Works Masterlist

Hello there! I figured it was about time that I made a comprehensive list of all my fics set in the world of The Sandman so here it goes ❤️

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Table of Contents and Playlist - Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Warnings: language, angst, mentions of graphic night terrors. Smut in later chapters.)

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Sometimes It's Fated

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 On Hold

Self-insert. AFAB reader. Dark Morpheus. 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. (Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark Morpheus, smut, possessive behaviour, voyeurism, dub con/non con.)

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One Shots

Healed - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You hurt yourself at home and Morpheus tends to you. (Warnings: injury, blood.)

Fever Dream - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You develop a flu-like illness resulting in fever dreams. Morpheus helps you with the nightmares and cares for you. (Warnings: sickness, nightmares, physical intimacy.)

Decisions - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You and Morpheus are due to attend an Endless family gathering and you ask Morpheus for points on what to wear. (Warnings: physical intimacy, suggestive themes.)

Low - Angst/comfort. Gender neutral reader. Morpheus attempts to bring comfort to a dreamer who is managing depression, while in his cat form. (Warnings: angst, talk of depression.)

Autumn - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. Morpheus has made you a dream based on one of your favourite things and you explore it together. (Warnings: physical intimacy.)

Don't Stop - Smut. You and Morpheus are in the exploratory stages of your relationship. Morpheus asks to worship you, and all is going well. At least, that is, until you start to wake up... (Warnings: Minors DNI. Smut.)

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[lazycats-stuff]

Main Masterlist

Sandman (Netflix)

Sandman (Morpheus)

The Corinthian

Lucifer

Desire

DC

Bruce Wayne

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Batfamily - adult reader and Batfamily - child/teen

Clark Kent

Ra's Al Ghul

COD MWII

Poly/Platonic/Monogamous 141 and Los Vaqueros

Series/Multichapter

The New Heir

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

[peachesofteal]

Archive of our Own / Ko-Fi

Dream's masterlist Joel Miller's masterlist COD - Faerie Simon Riley

Misc: Floorplan - Steve Rogers/female reader

[headcaasefiction]

Title: Lucidity

Morpheus(Dream)/AFAB!Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Summary: Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all he could do was yearn.

Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Mild DubCon, Dom/sub, Jealousy.

Lucidity:

1: clearness of thought or style

2: a presumed capacity to perceive the truth directly and instantaneously

Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all be could do was yearn.

Caving in to his own desires and curiosity, with just a turn of his cape and the hypnotic swirling of sand, he was there just outside the foggy grey edges of your subconscious space. He heard you before he saw you - a gasp, and then a low whimper as if you were crying.

His brows furrowed, confused, it sounded as though you were in a nightmare at first, but that felt completely wrong. The air here was warm, pleasant, not suffocating in the slightest and seemed to hold an intoxicating and sweet aroma that left room for wanting more. Morpheus felt dizzy with excitement for a moment, the atmosphere seducing his senses as the dreamscape came into view more clearly.

"Please, please more...," You moan softly.

Morpheus' eyes widen as the dream comes fully into view, his lips coming apart in shock. There you are, on your knees, face down on a bed, hands bound behind your back, bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.

"Please I want more!" You cry out, wiggling your hips for attention.

Dream is mesmerized, dumbfounded at the sight before him. He had caught a few glimpses of your sex dreams in the past, heard murmers and yearnings, but he always tucked them back into place. Was content to ignore the persistent tug in his heart that longed to be there with you. He wanted to keep your trust, protect your privacy. Until now. The allure was too powerful this time.

For the next moment he thought about making himself known, of offering himself to you, to fulfill your desires, to help you reach whatever release you begged him for. Lust shot through his body, heat washing over him with the promise of pleasure as he gazed at your needy and vulnerable form. He had always wanted to take you in a dream, ravish you with orgasms until you awoke in the waking world where he would be waiting to claim you yet again.

Just before he could call out your name, it was too late. Another answered.

"You're gonna have to beg better than that, little girl," a low masculine voice said, before chuckling in response to your frustrated groan, a playful gleam in his eye, "What was it you wanted again?"

The man is tall, with short blonde hair and vibrant green eyes, broad and muscled, a few tattoos spread over his body, his straight white teeth just a little sharp, a little devious.

-SMACK- a loud piercing slap sounds through the dreamscape, and with that a pained but pleasured moan tore from your throat, causing the air to waver and sparkle.

It takes Morpheus aback, your position; the seemingly violent nature was nothing new to him, your relationship and sexual escapades are intense, demanding and even sometimes dark, but above all what shocked him the most was that this was not a randomly occurring dream. The tell-tale signs were prevalent, you were dreaming of a memory.

"Fuck me, please fuck me! I'll do anything, please anything..."

"Anything, huh? " The blond man smiles, as he runs his fingertips from your shoulders all the way down to the base of your spine. Your legs are open impossibly wide, juices leaking down your thighs from your neglected cunt. Your cheeks down to the tops of your breasts are tinged pink, tears spotting the corners of your eyes.

"Well I like the sound of that."

Morpheus feels dizzy and weighted, almost like the dreaming itself is trying to shove him out. There's a ringing in his ears and a sharp pain where his shell of a heart should be, something possibly screaming: "Don't look, don't look!"

Another sharp spank rings out, and another, and another before you're sobbing, begging as you're ravished. There's a flash of sickness that Morpheus feels before a familiar and sudden white hot anger. In front of him is another man inside of you, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and the look of pure bliss on your face says you'd like to drown in it as your pleasure is announced all at once in your dreamscape and the waking world.

Betrayal hits Morpheus in the gut, stings deep in his chest. You could dream about anything you wanted in the world, anything you wished for, anything with your talent for lucid dreaming, and you choose to relive a night with a former lover.

No longer being able to endure the sounds of pleasure you make, or the sight of you giving yourself to another, his anger snaps.

"This dream is over."

With swift hands to his bag of sand, he casts it in between the three of you, dissipating your dreamscape and immediately waking you up.

You shoot straight up in your bed, gasping at the sudden panic of being ripped out of your dream.Sweat pools at your brow and the tops of your breasts, your thighs sticky with your arousal and fading orgasm.

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, panting a little and blinking the remaining sleep from your eyes as you try to catch your bearings.

"Fuck...," You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut and raking your fingers through your tangled hair, "He's going to be so fucking pissed about this."

You didn't see him, but you knew he had been there. And what the hell was up with that dream anyway? Normally you had so much control in your dreams, able to conjure and manipulate the scape to your liking, how did you get so caught off guard? It had been years since you had even thought about your ex-boyfriend, Dean, let alone have a sex dream about him. Dean had been your very first Dom, the man that got you into the lifestyle in the first place.

The image of him spanking you, fucking you, thrusting into your mouth is burned into your brain. Just random flashes of memories, scenes you played out, fantasies you shared, the firsts of many. Morpheus had seen it all, of course on all the nights he decides to come snooping through your dreams. You knew he was going to show up, and he was going to be hurt and furious.

As if on cue, you look up and are greeted with two silver stars staring at you from the corner of the room. He's in the rocking chair you typically use to dump your clothes on. His legs are crossed, hands together touching his lips - like a prayer.

You stop breathing for a moment, your tongue catching in your throat, silence hanging uncomfortably thick in the air as he peers at you through the darkness. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears and the thumping of your heart attempting to beat it's way through your ribcage.

You swallow hard, your lips parting, "Morpheus, I-I..."

As you spoke, he rises from his seat, still not saying a word he begins to stalk towards you. You impulsively scramble back against your pillows and headboard, a spike of fear shooting up your spine. This only makes him advance quicker, and as he reaches the foot of the bed he grasps the end of your blankets, yanking them off onto the floor, revealing your mostly naked form.

You gasp, automatically trying to hide your breasts with your hands while squeezing your thighs together to conceal your soaked panties, evidence of your body's betrayal.

"Now suddenly your demeanor is bashful and modest?" He accuses, voice dark and low, one of his hands grasping your ankle and pulling it far to the side so he can kneel on the bed, forcing his knee between your legs, his other hand pinning your arms above your head, "You were so open, and wanting not but a moment ago."

Your cheeks burn with shame, your breath coming out in short, sharp bursts as his knee judges your throbbing clit. He squeezes your wrists tighter, forcing a whimper out of you as you squirm helplessly against him.

"Now tell me little one," he growls, jealousy dripping from his baritone voice, "Who were you dreaming about?"

You bite your lip, gently flexing your fingers as you press your body desperately into his, craving contact, craving his warmth. You search his starry eyes for any sort of playfulness and find none, just raging supernovas burning holes down at you through the dark.

"It was...I was...," You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to get the words out, "I was dreaming about my ex-boyfriend, Dean."

The confession makes you go slack, all will and obedience surrendered to Morpheus, his to completely control.

A low growl tears it's way out from deep in his chest, his grip tightens once more, making you wince.

"Not just any ex-boyfriend," he says, every word filled with resentment and venom, "An ex-lover, your ex-dominant."

You cry out as he squeezes your wrists so horribly tight when he says that last word you are frightened for a moment that he might break something.

"Please, you're hurting me..."

His grip relaxes a bit, yet he still keeps your hands together in a firm lock, eyes not once straying from yours. His brow is furrowed, angry; pain emanating from his now darkened pupils. All dark, no stars. His face so close you can feel his wild raven hair tickle your face.

"Am I not good enough for you, little one? Do I neglect you so horribly that you would rather serve another?"

Your eyes widen, horrified. He really believes you no longer want him, it makes your heart burst. You wish to kiss him, to soothe his pained expression, but he moves his jaw away at your attempt to tilt your head up to capture his lips. The move hurts, he has never denied you in any such way before, your eyes prick with tears at the rejection.

"Please...I want only you, belong to only you," You whisper, arching your body to press into any part of him you could, desperate for contact.

He hovers above you, lips brushing over your cheeks, your forehead, the shell of your ear, his free hand caressing your stomach as his knee pushes further up against your sex. You make a small noise and bite your lip, pleasure flooding your groin as you grind down into him, red blooming across your face in embarrassment as you realize your panties will be soaked through, dampening the denim of his pants.

He lets out a slight huff, gently sucking his teeth for a moment as his gaze wanders your body, fingers now trailing up your stomach to tease your breasts and pinch at one your nipples.

"Did you feel your body orgasm as you were dreaming of another man's cock in your cunt? Did you feel it, Y/N?"

You're trembling now, fingers twitching, slightly numb, eyes blown wide with lust, remorse and guilt. Your body feels impossibly empty, your post-orgasm high long gone and replaced with a burning desire to be held and filled, a knawing hunger to please.

"Yes, yes, S-sir..." You whimper, flexing your pelvis once more, savoring the shame of your arousal and the drag of his knee against your clit.

The feeling doesn't last long though, as he suddenly pulls you up to him face twisted in anger, hands firmly grasped in front of you, pressed rough against his chest as his other hand tugs at your hair, exposing your neck.

"Is that what you called him when he pleasured you? When he touched what's mine?"

You bite your lip, your face flushed with tears, stammering, " I - I'm sorry Dream, it's just an old habit, it won't happen again, I -..."

Before you can finish what you are about to say he suddenly and unceremoniously flips you onto your stomach, face down across his lap.

"I think it's time to remind you who you belong to," he snarls, while landing two impossibly hard smacks on your ass. A moan escaping your lips, ecstasy ringing in your ears.

"I am no mere mortal Sir," he hisses, one hand holding you down near the base of your spine the other threaded through your hair close to your scalp, "I am Dream of the Endless, more powerful than a god, I am a King, and I will be addressed as such."

"Yes, Your Majesty," You whimper, pressing your face to the side of his thigh, "Please forgive me."

You gasp at the tight tug across your scalp as he pulls your head back, stinging as his nails dig in slightly. You mewl at the sensation, a pathetic sound he rewards with another smack on your ass.

"I do not like sharing, Y/N," he hums, dark and hypnotic drawl erupting goosebumps across your skin, a fresh patch of slick seeping through your panties, "I do not like when others touch what is rightfully mine."

You cry out as he roughly manhandles you, grabbing your hips and forcing you into the same position you were in in your dream. Back sharply arched, hands behind your back, ass and pussy exposed and at his mercy.

You bury your face in the covers, trying to hide the burning shame that licks so sweetly at your insides as you feel his hands caress up your thighs and over the curve of your ass before resting on your hip, fingertips toying with the edge of your panties. They're ruined, you can tell, your gushing wetness making them cling to your sensitive lips and clit, making you throb with a need for friction.

You whine, wiggling your hips slightly as he continuously dips and caresses your panty line.

"Insaitable, needy little thing," he murmurs, finally hooking his fingers through your waist band and peeling them down to your ankles.

Excitement floods your system as you're exposed to the night air, every movement and sensation promising sweet relief, a reward from your Lord for your unwavering submission.

"My, my, darling what a mess you've made," he says, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slides his fingers through your drenched folds.

You let out a labored sigh you haven't realized you've been holding, warmth spilling into your stomach like hot milk and honey as he begins to work you thoroughly. The silken pad of his fingertips gliding up and over your glossy lips, back around the hood of your clit, and up and down again and again faster each time, little droplets of slick dripping onto your sheets.

You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, pins and needles whisper along your skin, his movements fast and gentle like humming bird wings, two other fingers teasingly prod at the needy entrance to your sex. You can feel a warm knot tighten deep inside you, tension ready to snap.

"P- please, my Lord, I'm so close, so AH!-" You cry out, his hand spanking you once, twice, three times more, pleasure and stinging pain threatening to send you over the edge.

"Naughty little dreamers who break their Master's heart don't deserve to cum, do they little one?"

His words shoot ice into your heart, your eyes welling with tears. He has punished you before, but not like this, this time it felt like he actually wanted to hurt your feelings. You didn't mean to break his heart, it was an accident, a subconscious fluke.

You sob in frustration, squirming and kicking your feet out a little as he continues with his spanking punishment. He goes back and forth between each cheek, the round curve of your ass blooming into an angry red, the loud sharp crack of his hand against your skin drowning out your whimpers, until you cry out,

"Please, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

He slows his motions at your plea, striking you only a few times more before he seems satisfied with his handy work, soothing the palm of his hand over your burning flesh. Your blood sings with the knowledge that there will be bruises for weeks to come, that every time you sit down you will be reminded that you belong to him.

Gently, he flips you over onto your back and straddles your waist, conjuring a piece of black rope from thin air. He snatches your wrists once more and binds them together above your head, expertly threading them through the top bars of your headboard. You give it an experimental tug, knowing full well there is absolutely no way you can escape it.

He towers over you, hair dark and wild as the night, pale skin glowing in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window, stormy eyes ever changing - cold steel, black hole, supernova heat. Dark and dangerous and possessive, he regards you as if you were a million miles away.

"Perhaps I should keep you bound here, and disappear for the rest of the night, hm? Leave you wanting."

He reaches under your thighs, spreading your legs wide apart, completely opening yourself to him. He looks hungrily at your leaking cunt, swiping his thumb over your clit and down to your dewy-slick hole that flutters desperately around nothing. It's then that you finally feel his cock, hard and heavy, straining inside of his jet black jeans as he grinds you down into his lap.

"No, please," you whine, eyes half-lidded, your dopamine drunk mind screaming for more.

Lick me, fill me, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.

"Please don't leave me here all alone," You plead as you gently rut against his lap, "Please forgive me, my Lord, it was only a dream!"

"Only a dream?" his eyes darken again, venom trickling back out of his lips while he roughly pinches your clit, "It was the dream of a memory, not some figment of your imagination. You are the most powerful lucid dreamer I've ever come across, and this is what you do with your gift?"

"Please, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!"

You whine once more as he flicks and squeezes your clit, your orgasm threatening to roar back to life yet again, his lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, "Do you think of him still when it is I who gives you the pleasure you crave?"

"No, never!" You sob, several of his fingers sliding into your drenched pussy, twisting easily through the silky glide of your wetness to add a much wanted third. It makes you see stars, though you aren't quite sure if they are coming from his eyes or your dizzying arousal, "I only think of you, Your Majesty, only you!"

His breath is coming out hard and fast now, his chest heaving as he grips both of your thighs hard enough to bruise, his gaze boring down into you.

"Then you must make it up to me," he murmurs, pressing your legs further back, folding you in half so your feet dangle over his broad shoulders.

With a slight wave of his hand, his clothes are conjured away, leaving him completely naked. His smooth, cool skin igniting shivers through out your body. His long, thick cock resting heavily against your clit and abdomen, causing you to squirm with need.

"Yes, my Lord, anything for you," you whimper breathlessly, the head of his cock and shaft dragging through your wet, aching need, "Anything you ask."

He leans closer to your face as he lines the blunt tip of his cock up to your entrance. Finally capturing your lips, ravishing your mouth and tongue with his own as he nips and bites and claims.

"I want you to beg for my forgiveness."

At those words he slams into you, bottoming out instantly, your scream of ecstasy muffled by his hand covering your mouth. You throb around him, his thick cock stretching you so wide you can feel it at the very bottom of your clit. You tuck your face into the crook of your arm as you mindlessly tug at your restraints. He sets a brutal pace, filling your room with the humiliating sounds of your soaked pussy and his skin colliding with yours.

"Fuck, fuck...," You moan, loving the drag of his thick girth simultaneously hitting your clit and, the deep spot inside you that makes alarm bells go off in your head.

His pace never falters, and even though he has had you time and time again; owned you, fucked you, used you in so many different ways, you have never felt so full and claimed in your entire life.

He takes a hold of your throat as he pounds into you mercilessly, your breasts bouncing with every stroke, useless short noises hitching their way out of your mouth as he uses you.

"You belong to me," he growls, accentuating each word with a bite, peppering the unguarded column of your neck with dark, angry marks, "Mine."

"Yes, my Lord! I'm yours, all yours, pleasepleaseplease forgive me!"

His grip tightens around your neck, your earlobe between his teeth as he slows his thrusts to a torturous pace, making you want to scream.

"Do you deserve it, little one, after you've broken my heart in two?" He whispers, one hand dropping between your legs to toy with your clit, forcing you to clench around his cock.

"I- I don't deserve your forgiveness, Your Majesty!" You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look him in the eye, so open and ready and willing, "I'll show you my devotion, just please forgive me...fuck me, use me, keep me as a pet, I'll do anything to earn back your trust!"

He pulls your head forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his previous pace returning full force as he fucks into you, drinking in every little sound you make. The familiar heat of your orgasm begins to lick up your spine, your clit and cunt throbbing with every thrust. You moan as he ruts into you, sloppy wet, and keen agonizing need threatening to burst at the seams.

"M-morpheus please, I'm going to cum, I can't stop it," you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tight, your hands gripping your bounds for dear life, trying and failing to suppress the incoming wave of heat, "Please let me cum, please!"

His starry eyes sparkle as you beg for him, he's slackjawed with want, shiny lips parted as he grunts out his need, fucking into your more than willing body. He smirks, relishing your fucked-out state, so wanton for him, so earnest to please.

"Yes, little one, come undone for me."

"Morpheus!"

You cry out into his mouth as the tension in your stomach snaps, white hot heat surging through your bones as your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your pussy throbbing and pulsating, coating his cock with a gush of warm slick.

He lets out an appreciative gasp, groaning with deep arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, obscene wet noises ring out as the only sounds in the air while he chases his own end.

"Good girl," he praises, panting, his thrusts beginning to falter as he pounds into your slick heat, hips stuttering as you cry out into the night.

"Cum inside me... please!"

With a gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping several more thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, whispering your name as your pussy milks out every last drop, mixing your essences together.

"I forgive you, Y/N."

There is a moment of quiet as you both breathe together, your hearts chest to chest, matching each other's racing beat. He gives you a slow kiss on your forehead, tenderly pushing away the tendrils of hair that have fallen in your face. Slowly and carefully, he removes your aching legs from his shoulders before quickly getting to work on untying you.

You sigh in relief as your arms are freed, your shoulders were beginning to ache and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, caressing the blooming purple marks along your neck and collar bone, his other hand's thumb rubbing gentle circles into one of your wrists that is beginning to show signs of bruising. The anger is gone, his usual tenderness returned.

"Yes," you smile, clinging to him, still feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded from your thunderous orgasm, your lips brush his knuckles, kissing them, "Are you okay? I'm really sorry you had to see that, I promise I wasn't doing it on purpose."

He frowns, holding you closer in his arms, "I know, I should've known better, seen the signs more clearly. I let my jealousy get the best of me, I'm sorry..."

You gently kiss him again, "I forgive you too."

He turns to you, starry eyes blue and calm like the early morning ocean - supernova heat long gone. He gives you a brief smile and tenderly strokes the side of your face.

"Let me make it up to you."

You smile back once more, giggling in post-coital giddiness, "And how are you going to do that?"

He rises out of bed, his clothing suddenly conjured back onto his form. For as many times as you've seen him do it it never fails to take you by surprise.

"Should I get dressed?" You ask, stretching your aching limbs, "Where are we going?"

There's a twinkle in his eye and a rare smirk on his lips as he kneels by the side of the bed and gathers you up into his arms, "No need, where we're going you won't need clothes."

A moment later and the two of you are encased in swirling sand. You cling to him in shock as you feel a pull and sudden whiplash into another space. It's over rather quickly as you realize he's teleported you to his palace in The Dreaming. You are wrapped in the safety of his cloak, but are horrified by just how vulnerable you feel being naked in his throne room.

"Morpheus, I don't have any clothes on, what if someone sees!" You whine, burying your face in the side of his neck.

He chuckles, amused at your worry, as he begins to walk through the halls, "No one will see you dear one, I won't allow it. You'll be perfectly safe in my chambers. I intend to make good on my promise and lavish you with all of the attention you deserve."

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that," you purr, nuzzling and nipping at his jaw, "I think I still have some making up to do myself, Your Majesty."

"I believe that you do," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "So, you would like to be my pet, would you?"

You blush, face crimson, the tips of your ears burning hot. You hide your face in the crook of his neck once more, shame and arousal mixing and bubbling up to the surface again.

"Yes...yes I would like to try that out, if you want..." You whisper back, breathless, heart thrumming in your ears and throat and pussy.

"Hmmm," he hums, seemingly delighted, as he pushes open the door to his personal living quarters, and lays you down on his bed, "I like the sound of that."

[cappulcino]

Navigation post / Masterlist

Hello, everyone! My name is Ash (though you can also call me Samael), and I am a storyteller in the making. I have always been reluctant to share my work, but in the spirit of self-improvement and because I actually love writing so much, I recently decided to take the leap.

All of my works will be posted here, as well as on AO3 (though only accessible if you're logged into your account).

Requests now open!

My requests are currently open for ficlet prompts. It would really help me get back in the mood for writing and then maybe I can also finish my WIPs (see list below).

What I will write:

Character x character

Character x OC

Character x reader

Almost all genres

Adult content I feel comfortable with

What I will not write (unless maybe you pay me? 👀):

Any pairing including a real person (no actor x reader or shipping real celebrities together)

Adult x minor interactions other than parent/child or hurt/comfort settings

Pairings with two characters played by the same actor (I personally don't like it)

Graphic depiction of extreme violence

Extreme sexual kinks unfit for public viewing

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You can check the fandoms I currently write for on my profile in my bio. They are in "order", meaning they go from most to least interested in as of today and/or from most to least "knowledgeable". If the fandom you're looking for is not in my profile, it's no use asking; I either don't want to write for it or don't know anything about it.

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Masterlist

The Sandman

Seven Days Til Fall (Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader) Posted, 70% completed

The Eveningstar (Dreamingstar / Dream of the Endless x Lucifer Morningstar) Unpublished WIP, preparation phase

The Devil Wears Prada

Broken Souls and Apple Pies (Mirandy / Miranda Priestly x Andrea Sachs) Unpublished WIP, 45% completed

Wednesday

Animi Metamorphosis (Larissa Weems x Shapeshifter!Teacher!OC) Unpublished WIP, preparation phase

Okja

Redemption (Lucy Mirando x Male OC) Unpublished WIP, 1% completed – collab with @magnoliamei

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Note: the line dividers I use in my fics are by @strangergraphics-archive

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Masterlist

AO3

Bruce Wayne

A+B - Finished

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Late Night

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Jonathan Crane 

Ocean Eyes

Morpheus

Find Me

The Deal

[kittynannygaming]

Banner (made by myself) for my entry for the @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang

It's a mini-bang, around 5200 words.

Stay tuned, it will be posted soon! This will double as masterlist (11 mini-chapters)

Prologue - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - Epilogue

Pictures used for the banner: Dog (Griffon Fauve de Bretagne) - Cat (Maine Coon)

If the links for the chapters don't appear (reblog), click on the post.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Ah, wonderful choice, Little Wanderer! Browse the stories, take your time. If there is something else you would like to read, just come back to me. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make a request to the librarian.

[Sandman-inspired playlist]

1. The Sandman / Morpheus / Dream of the Endless

➳ Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus ➳ [Part 2] ➳ [Part 3] ➳ [Part 4] ➳ [Part 5] ➳ [Part 6] ➳ [Part 7] ➳ [ENDING] ➳ [ALT. ENDING]

➳ "Godless" -> You risk your own life to make sure he’s safe.

➳ "The Right Honourable" -> Morpheus is in love with his advisor but it takes a hundred years in captivity to make him admit that

➳ "Snooping" -> When you uncover his fiancee's scheme, Morpheus doesn't believe you and tells you to leave him for good. After over two hundred years, he comes to apologize and confess something he should have said a long time ago.

➳ "Gilded Cage" -> [Dark!Morpheus] In a desperate attempt to make you happy, Morpheus takes advantage of your own sorrow to imprison you in Dreaming like a bird of paradise in a gilded cage. ➳ "Silvered Perch" -> Morpheus eavesdrops on your conversation with Matthew about whether or not you're happy at Dreaming. He considers methods of forcing you to stay but, as it turns out, that won't be necessary.

➳ "Pillars of Eternity" -> [Wisdom!Reader] In a spell-go-wrong, Rodrick Burgess manages to summon you: Wisdom incarnate. Noticing a strange and quite unnerving change in the world, Morpheus ventures into the Waking World to investigate, only to find someone he's always been looking for.

➳ "The Just and the Wicked" -> [Wisdom!Reader] Your idyllic life with Morpheus is interrupted by the visit of your brother, Decay, who informs you that one of Karma's agents, a Palace of Justice, had died. The mystery becomes only stranger when an ancient, unholy fraction seems to be involved - the same one that surely helped Rodrick Burgess in capturing you.

➳ "Que sera, sera" -> [Wisdom!Reader] Following his invitation, Morpheus and you visit Time on Seas of Oblivion. What seems like a social call is really a need for a favour.

➳ Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus ➳ [Part 2]

➳ You have insomnia and he helps you fall asleep

➳ Morpheus falls in love with Johanna Constantine's apprentice

➳ "Lay your head on me" -> comfort blurb

➳ You flinch and he reassures you he's unlike your previous lovers

➳ You get hurt and he's scared [warning: violence, self-harm, cliche cringe]

➳ You're practically a queen but wear no crown and he's feeling guilty

➳ He reads to you to help you fall asleep

➳ He carried you to bed [SFW]

➳ He gives you his coat and absolutely loves it

➳ Morpheus as 'shaper of forms'

➳ He's not a fan of someone hitting on the girl he 'likes'

➳ "Kupala Night (Midsummer)" -> Sit around the bonfire on the shortest night of the year to listen to a story about the god of dreams and his beloved queen. All that we do on Kupala Night - the wreaths, the fern flower, the bonfire jumps - will then become clear.

➳ "Train of thoughts" -> [short] Coaxed by his sister, Morpheus sits in front of a strange woman on a train.

➳ Dark!Morpheus and a tattoo of 'Endless'

➳ "Unwanted Guests" -> Having received the key to Hell, Morpheus is visited by various emissaries, who show more interest in his wife than he'd like. ➳ Unwanted Guests: Crescendo -> The night takes a different turn when Azazel reveals mortifying leverage. ➳ Unwanted Guests: Diminuendo -> No longer in possession fo the key to Hell, Morpheus must think of another way to get you back.

➳ Why there are no phones or clocks in dreams [short & fluffy]

➳ "And deliver us from evil" -> Morpheus is busy rebuilding his kingdom and searching for escaped dreams when he learns that the League of Nameless has appointed a new leader. Nazurtheth, a faceless title he has grown to fear, warns him that she's going to take care of the rogue nightmares if he doesn't and make him bear the consequence of his failure.

2. The Corinthian

➳ "I met you tomorrow" -> There’s a stranger in your recurring nightmare. At the break of dawn you forget about him, while an unfamiliar man seems to know you.

➳ "Lay your head on me" -> comfort blurb

➳ The Corinthian has a crush on Morpheus's spouse [warning: nudity but no smut] ➳ [Part 2] ➳ [Part 3]

➳ He becomes obsessed with chasing an immortal

➳ He visits your, his friend's, grave

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Destined Dreams of Love Masterlist

As no stranger to arranged marriages, your parents excitedly marry you off to the king at his request. He is contradictory, cold yet caring, strict yet liberating, it's all too much! He said he could never love another for reasons you do not understand either, didn't he just meet you? Perhaps in time, you can learn to love him, too.

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Main Masterlist

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Prologue

Chapter One - Meretricious

Chapter Two - Trepidation

Chapter Three - Anguish

Chapter Four - Discordant

Chapter Five - Ostensible

Chapter Six -

Chapter Seven (18+) -

Epilogue

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This totally came from the song We Become We, does that mean this is now a song fic? Hmmm

Still need to plan out the plot a bit more, hopefully, I have the drive to finish the whole thing (I have never finished writing a novel in my entire life)

♡ Yours, Layla

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[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love?

Chapter 6

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

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

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

"Lord husband" Love made herself present as soon as she entered his bedroom. If it wasn't for the peeling wallpaper, dust and decaying state of everything, the queen wouldn't know time had actually passed since their last private encounter. Things tend to stay the same in her husband’s palace, which was almost laughable since dreams are convoluted and always changeable. She entwined her fingers against her belly, her green eyes facing her husband, a very formal demure, but then, everything between them was formal.

Morpheus was discussing with his new raven, Matthew, as she recalled. Both speaking in internal voices. She didn’t hear what was the subject and they abruptly stopped when she arrived, her husband jumped at his feet, hands regally clasped together, looking like a young Austen Hero anxious in seeing his loving lady. Love never saw her husband so promptly to receive her. "Forgive me, I was not aware you were in a private audience. I shall leave you to it. I can return another time. Matthew." She apologizes, lowering her head to Dream and acknowledging the raven, as he awkwardly made a curtsy. It would actually be a relief if Morpheus dismissed her. She could return to the Garden and call it a night. Heavens knew she needed to sleep everything off.

As she turned her back to leave, her husband's calm but demanding tone made her stop. "Stay.” A calm order. A husband shouldn’t order his wife around. One of the oldest ingredients to make a disaster of marriage. Everytime she saw mortals, when the husband started to order the wife around, she knew it wouldn’t be a happy story. And rarely, Love was wrong

The brunette queen didn’t get offended by his commands, not anymore. In early years of union, she found deeply offensive the things he would say and do to her. She would silently weep, but now they did nothing. Before she could turn and nod in agreement, he hesitantly added in a softer foreign tone “Please.” Words that Love thought her husband would never say “Matthew is already leaving." Morpheus justified, his hand indicating the door to the raven, the pair quickly shared a knowing look.

If he ever made an effort to be in her company, Eoster couldn’t remember.

But then again, he was touch-starved. Men do impressive and uncharacteristic things for women’s good graces when they want something.

" Very well." With a tired sigh, turning her heels, she made her way to the bed as the white tulle of the camisole danced behind her. Sitting at her usual spot, the edge of the bed, stretching her camisole, crossing her heels with an upright posture, distracting herself, or better, avoiding looking at his direction, running fingers through the braid’s loose curls. The familiar soft mattress and dark satin covers were nostalgic to Love, better companions than her husband ever was.

“Have a good night, your majesty” The raven said it right before the door closed behind him, Matthew knew from his human years the sad truth behind that beautiful empty solemn face of the Queen. The dutiful wife, the classic stepford smiler. Forever upholding the shambles of marriage she couldn’t leave, being blamed by a misery she didn’t provoke, haunted by the shadows of mistresses she doesn’t know, obsessive trying to understand where it all went wrong.

The raven was thankful for not having to stay with them for any longer. Tension rose through the roof as soon as the royals got together. The boss never mentioned a wife, and yeah, Dream was not exactly Mr. Open Feelings, but a little warning that a boss lady was in the picture would've been nice. Back in the throne room, he saw in her face the accustomed embarrassment when the raven didn’t recognize her by name.

Lucienne didn’t help with any explanations, repeatedly saying that it was ‘complicated’ and that ‘They absolutely shouldn’t meddle between the King and the Queen’. That he got just from seeing their early interaction. And Marvyn said something in the lines ‘Look kid, all you need to know is to treat her well, and avoid the boss after they fight.’

Matthew didn’t want to assume Dream was to blame, but things were pretty obvious. First, the lady boss mentioned affairs, which are never good. Second, earlier, when they were retrieving the dreamsand, Morpheus remembered, with an unusual urgency, that he had to go back and see his wife, like he wasn’t used to going back to her. A new habit that he wasn’t yet on track. And the third, and final strike, that confirmed that his boss fucked it up: He was being uncharacteristic caring, like he wanted to make it up for a mistake, and the queen was not buying it. The woman barely showed any expression when he asked her to stay or said ‘please’ which, knowing Dream of the Endless, was shocking.

Matthew might be a bird now, but he knew that if the boss was expecting a little fun time with the boss lady, well, he was going to be surprised by the fun I-have-a-headache time. And by the look of his queen, he might get that for a long time. That wasn't the face of a woman ready to forgive.

As for him, the raven was relieved and grateful to the Queen or he would be in literal Hell right now, retrieving the King’s helmet. They would still go, but at least not now. Maybe Matthew would have some time to fly over to Lucienne, so that she could put some sense in the king’s head before just going to Hell. A better strategy maybe.

Love would’ve remained in complete silence, until hearing the sound of unfastening belt, her usual queue to lay down, and try to find something to do with her time, while Morpheus found his pleasure. That was how they usually did it. Silence, muffled growls, dull whimpers, cleaning cloths. “ My presence might be in one of your books. I retrieve my sand amidst a final encounter of two lovers.” If Love didn’t know better, she would’ve thought her husband was trying to awkwardly make small talk. He wandered through the room, before standing in front of her. One side of Love wishes for a fight. It burned her throat, wanting to question him when he missed one of his precious little toys, but instead, she answered distantly, her lips pushed in a forced discreet smile while looking up to him “How fortunate”

Before even leaving the Garden, she knew he had visited Johanna Constatine. Due to the woman’s line of work, it made sense that he retrieved his sand from her. Her knowledge of Constantine and Dream’s encounter was not because of curiosity of the queen. She long learned to avoid pain, meant to avoid sniffing around her husband’s private encounters. Her heart felt relieved that he didn’t immediately look for comfort in another woman’s bed. A feeling Love couldn’t escape, as much as she wisely knew it would only hurt her.

Dream went to Johanna because of his sand, and he stumbled into a misfortune story between two lovers. One that had her life tormented by the occult, and the other, tormented with addiction. Poor Johanna and Rachel, doomed from the start, at the end of their tale, however, an unusual substance was what brought them together for a final reunion, and was also responsible for the second one inevitable fate: Dream sand. And in those pages, there was her husband. The responsible for giving Rachel a peaceful death, dreaming of love. A painful story, with a bittersweet ending.

He could’ve let her die a painful death, especially after abusing his precious sand. Sand that was stolen, and traded. But he graced her with a peaceful ending. If she didn’t know that the books from her library were always a raw portrait of lovers' entwined lives, Love would’ve thought they mistaken Morpheus for another anthropomorphic personification. Normally, he would let the mortal agonize in the end, a fair punishment for her sins. But this time, he showed empathy. That puzzled her more than she was willing to admit. Even worse, it made her uncertain of his unchangeable nature. Pondering that maybe, there was a small, but real hope.

Love dismissed those thoughts lightly, turning her attention back to the raven haired king, dangerously close to her, knees touching each other, both staring at each other in a silence that spoke more than words. Morpheus hesitantly touched her face, lightly caressing her cheek, she watched him as a wild animal near his predator, not able to predict what’s next. “You look beautiful” He softly whispered, lips curved in a small smile. A foreign intimacy. She shriveled at his touch, turning her face away “You don't have to woo me, to lay with me” She couldn’t stand his gaze, not when he was looking at her with such kindness, it hurted more than he could ever understand. Years after years she yearned for that kindness, for the soft touches, and he denied her. Now she felt insulted by it.

It was a laughable attempt to fix something long broken. Morpheus might reshape dreams and nightmares, create and rewrite stories, but he couldn’t erase her pain, he couldn’t pretend he made it impossible for them to be happy. He decided on a loveless marriage. Love has done everything she could and couldn't to make him happy and gained nothing but scars she did nothing to earn. The King of Dreams always had to be the miserable tortured lonely figure under the pouring rain, tricked and trapped.

“Forgive me, my lady, for misleading you” He cleared his throat steeping back, giving space to his wife, she could sense his uneasiness, some unusual red in his face, but his stoic front remained “I have no intentions in bedding you I-” Impatiently, she got up from the bed, walking to the other side of the bedroom turning to him, taking a deep breath “Lord Husband, we have been married for centuries now, in this time you only summoned me to your chambers when you wanted to bed me.” ‘And when there were no mistresses available’. She wished to say, but decided to avoid what would lead to a heated argument “That is not-" He started to defend himself, but Love was tired, she put a hand in her head trying to calm herself to not scream, sternly looking at him.

Both could feel the tension rising again, prelude to another fight " Yes, it is, husband.” Love signed hands dropping in defeat, tired of debating what is not up for debate. “I am beyond flattered by your remarks, but I am exhausted, if it pleases you, bed me, if not, I won't further bother you, and would appreciate being excused. Elijah is expecting me, I told him it would be brief." Love enterwind her hands against her front, assuming a stiff posture.

“You won’t be spending the night.” He concluded. The first time Morpheus said this to her, he briefly informed her about how their life in private would be: Separate rooms, separate beds, separate lives. This time, a hint of disappointment in his voice, as he expected that she would want to stay. Love had no idea why he thought she would like to.

Even if it wasn’t a question, Love answered. “No, I won’t. My room is probably still, in dreadful conditions”. Shattered glasses, wine stained sheets, pillow feathers everywhere. Their worst and final quarrel, it was a dreadful day and devastation followed closed by their screams at the sound of thrown glasses. “You can sleep here.” He mumbled softly and Love was certain she had imagined it. Not knowing if he was suggesting or demanding it, she tested the waters “So kind of you, husband” The grip on her fingers got tighter, her knuckles almost white in tension “But I would rather not. I would like to do your bidding and return to my realm.” If it was a demand, he would have been livid by the rejection, but it wasn't a rejection if he was merely politely suggesting, as one suggests, a friend to spend the night during a storm.

He slowly nodded "Of course.” So he was indeed suggesting. She could hear the engines in her husband’s head, as she let out a breath of relief. He wasn’t used to his cold apathetic and formal wife, and she wasn’t used to his new caring and respectful persona. Old Morpheus would’ve already been finished with her, and if they had half of the conversation they had, he would’ve humiliated her to remember her place. And Old Eoster would’ve already showered him with wet long kisses and giggles just by the spark of his attention.

“If you may, I would like to show you something.” Love looked from his face to his hand, now pointing to the door he opened. She didn't remember if her husband ever gave her so much choice in their relationship. It was frankly, overwhelming.

She wondered what would happen if she just said 'no'.

" Outside the bedroom”. He saw the obvious suspicion in her eyes “Is that your bidding?” He made a way so Love could exit first, “Yes, it is”. The woman avoidantly walked past him, still waiting for the catch.

As soon as both were in the corridor, he offered her his arm, and she politely denied it, by looking away. Once again, he surprisingly didn’t get offended by her denial. Why he was in a good mood to accept such defiance was a mystery. His realm was destroyed, his toys missing, and his wife apathetic and dismissive. No reason for being this nice. “Follow me" he walked a few steps in front of her and Love followed the dark figure of her husband, keeping a safe distance. They didn't talk much during their short walk, and Love took the time to assess the damage in the palace. There was no real destruction, but a real abandonment.

She guessed that was what happened when the monarch didn't attend the realm, probably what happened to Lord Destruction's, her brother in law's realm. The idea of abandoning her realm, her creations, the sole base of her existence was a brutal one. Sometimes the job overwhelmed her, but never enough to consider leaving it all behind to its own luck. " How are the plans to rebuild the Dreaming?" She asked, wanting to shove away those thoughts of fleeing away.

Also she was curious to know if he actually had any plans to rebuild his realm, or if he expected her to hold the solstice festival in a palace of deplorable conditions, dust all over the hallways from columns that were flaking "Why are you asking?" Love frowned at his tone "Am I not allowed to ask about it?" He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, cursing himself very aware of the thin line between passive aggressiveness and a straight heated argument. "That is not what I meant, lady wife"

Everything between them was a prelude to a fight. Morpheus and Eoster have never been on the same page, and they never stopped to try to get there. Both in such different headspaces that they were incapable of going through one conversation without misunderstanding each other. "You did not seem interested before in my quest to find my sand, I gather you weren't interested at all" He explained, if Dream looked back, he could see Love rolling her eyes "Well, I am interested in knowing the conditions I am to hold the Solstice Festival, husband.” The spite when calling him, sent Morpheus shivers. “If your memory fails you, It is one of the most important and prestigious festivals in the Garden, my apprentices debut on it and-” He turned to her, interrupting. "Worry not. I would not want to embarrass you " Love stretched her lips mumbling a ‘That would be a first’, lowering her head in a respect that didn't match her sharp answer " No? I am honored by your gracious newfound concern with my emotional distress". Love starred in defiance, walking closely past him, staying a few steps ahead.

Both returned to the silent walk, as they walked side by side. A few minutes of walk went by, until he opened two french doors with a single pull "We are here, my lady".

Love couldn’t hold her gasp.

Her Garden. Not her realm, but her garden in the Dreaming, ‘The Queen's Gardens’ as the dreamfolk would call. She forgot about it. The beautiful blooms in shades of red, pink, white, lilac, the sweet fragrance mixed with rain-washed earth, "It's the only part of the Dreaming that remained intact." He said it, stepping aside to let her enter. Of course it didn't fade. It wasn't Dream's powers that fueled it, but Love's. It has grown wild in her absence. Untamed nature, untrimmed, tempestuous, but full, strong, with deep roots.

She could see from the corner of her eyes, her husband admiring the red roses, reaching to touch one "Be careful, husband, spurned roses, grow sharp thorns" She said while admiring the long lilac cascades of Wisterias, that formed an arc at the entering, working their way into the crooks and crannies of the naked brick walls. Hyacinths, Carnations, Daisies, Roses, Casa Blanca Lilies in vivid colors, painting the gloomy field of the Dreaming, all fully grown and abundant. She slowly walked, tumbling in some weeds that had grown between paving stones.

It always gave her a warmth visiting her gardens after a long time. That nostalgic feeling, that makes the heart fuzzy but hurts the chest thinking of the time that went by. Her long skirt dragged through the damp floor, but Love didn't mind. " It was my first gift to you, a sanctuary were you could remember your home" Love allowed herself smile, inhaling the darling aromas, sitting in the stone bench made for two, that was almost covered in bold vines "And I love it, a white canvas I could not wait to show it to you when I finished it. Those-" She pointed at the other side of the garden, where Morpheus could see the nightly blooming flowers. “Moonflowers, Evening Primroses, Jasmines, Queen of The Night, all bloom at night. It was supposed to be a sigil of our love. The intersection between my springs and your nights.”

Love stared at the small water fountain, a few steps away from her, in the center of the garden, it still worked, as the sound of falling water filled their ears. Moss had grown around its base and aquatic weeds violently invaded the bowls although some water lilies still float. “I wanted it to be a small garden where lovers could dream and find each other here. I was so proud when I finished, I thought that…” A tight knot in the base of her throat, oh the naivety! She swallowed hard. “That if you could see how much I was devoted to it, you were going to see how I would be capable of caring for you, for your kingdom." Her mind lost in memories, remembering the thrill of her heart and the disappointment soon after realizing Dream would never come. "But you never came."

" But your creations did. Your nightmares. I have no idea how they found me, but they did. I pity their souls." She remembers Gault. The first time Love saw the nightmare she was almost tiptoeing, carefully walking, afraid of touching anything, afraid of destroying its peacefulness, its beauty, but eyes sparkling seeing the garden. "Tormented ones, forever hunted by their own craft." At first, Gault didn't stay much, jumping at her feet at the first sight of the Queen. But after some visits, and Love assuring the creation she couldn't change anything in her garden (not even if she wanted to), Gault started to walk with the Queen, learning about each flower, and before you know, Gault was helping water and trim the plants. In exchange, Love would get bits of her mind, she was interested in understanding how nightmares did their jobs, and if the burden was not heavy.

The Corinthian took a while, and Love often had to pretend not to see him sneaking into her garden. She didn't want to scare him away, but was anxious to get to know another of her husband's creations, especially the one she heard was one of his most 'perfect' ones. Although she could not fathom the idea of a perfect nightmare, being horrified by the thought of its meaning.

Even suspicious, Love welcomed the nightmare into her small greenery, after all, she was his Queen. "I think that here they had some peace, a small idyllic paradise, where they could just be a part of." Love liked to think she helped ease the pain in their hearts.

To be a dream was easy, everyone loved what you did, humans were eager to be around them, to meet them. To be a nightmare was a heavy burden. Eoster was no longer smiling when other memories, their terrible confessions, the pure agony and duality in their existence, came to her. How they could not wish for more, but needed to help mortals overthrown and face their fears. "I took advantage of those poor nightmares. '' Love confessed, a single tear rolling through her cheek, as her chest felt heavy " I lure them with kindness, something so foreign to them. Easing their heavy hearts with softhearted words, listening to their afflictions to masquerade the emptiness of my days, to fill my loneliness, knowing that my hands were tied.” Morpheus stood quiet, he knew she was talking more to herself than to him. He didn’t know. His obliviousness angers him. “I've never promised anything, of course, but maybe I should've. I should've done something." The king tried to cut her, knowing that trail of thoughts wouldn’t bring anything other than distress " My Lady, I…." But she continued, as more tears roll freely staining her face " If I did it, if I had the bravery to face you, if I wasn’t fearful you would toss me aside and isolate me more than you already did, maybe they would not have been gone, maybe they would not had left me here".

The Queen stayed in silence for a few minutes. Morpheus knew she was lonely, but never would have imagined how much it affected her. Loneliness was an old friend of the king, one that he grew used to. His Queen had loneliness imposed on her. No wonders she was moping in the corners in their first years of marriage. Morpheus didn’t share any royal duty with her, he didn’t allow her to go back to the Garden, and still got irritated when she looked for a little sympathy and was not content. The realization felt heavy in his chest: He made his wife a gilded cage, a bigger one than his glass prison but still, a cage. The nightmares, who would’ve thought, were a companionship for her, the only thing she had.

"I…"

In a sudden movement, the queen got up to her feet, cleaning with the back of her hand the stained tears.”Is that all? Did I attend to your bidding? May I return to my realm?" Morpheus felt an urgency to keep her, if she could just allowed him to do better, to find the right words…" Already? Don't you wanna…" She started to walk away, walking past him almost elbowing her husband. Love was almost at the door when she turned her heels, and forgot about poise and demure. "And you didn't give this for me to have a ‘part of home', husband, you gave it because you were annoyed by my constant ‘nagging' about the Garden.”

" That is not…" Again, she cut him "I heard you speaking to Lucienne, don’t deny it." Love heard both in the throne room, she remembers Lucienne asking the king if his wife liked the gift, and he dismissively replying that liking or not, at least she would stop nagging. That made Eoster furious. At the time, she kept her poise, after all she was eavesdropping even if it wasn’t on purpose, but now, it made her beyond furious. It made her enrage.

He spoke highly of himself as she should be grateful for a piece of 'her home' in his realm. Like he was this benevolent king. To Hell with that. "I didn't need a garden, I didn't need my home. I needed my husband. I needed us. I needed to make it here, our home, together. And you couldn't be bothered by it. You were too busy showering dear Calliope with your never ending passion!"

Love swore to herself she would never bring that woman’s name again, but that was exactly what he was doing and how he spent his time. Morpheus reacted quickly rushing toward her, like she cursed all of his siblings together. He got closed to Love, threatening look in his eyes, finger in her face" Don't you bring her into this." Love raised her eyes, facing him with the same intensity, not taking a single step back, slapping his finger down "Oh, but I will. You were so unbothered, that you put a child in her. Her, not me, not your own wife." The only one that could give him a legitimate heir. The flowers wither with her words, petals falling dry, the vibrant greens fading into paling browns.`”Not even to give me something to alleviate my pain, something to love. No. And you didn't even have the decency to hide him!"

How he ruined public events for her, where she needed to endure the looks of pity, the whispers that stopped as she got close, Love having to smile through it all, like she was an airhead that could not see what was under her nose. Speaking of love, devotion, like a fool. Having to walk around parties hanging in her husband’s arms, being forever polite, kind, elegant, excusing his moodiness, not showing a single regret or insatisfaction. It cut through her like a knife. "I was in pain! Tricked by…Calliope and I were togeth-" Morpheus caught himself justifying the unjustifiable. He promised to himself that he would condemn his wrong doings, he would agree with his wife, but out of habit, he dismissed her feelings, as his were the priority. He also did not like to be put against the wall like she was doing, calling his sins out in the open. Love was never one to do such things.

"What about my pain?! My suffering? Did my lord ever think about it? " She was openly crying, fighting the tears trying to speak, avoiding the whimper in the back of her throat "I did I-" He lied, stumbling to find the words. "No, you did not. Don't humiliate yourself by underestimating me with your pitiful lies. You gave me a garden.” She said spitefully, hands loudly falling between her side giving up. “Somewhere you could shove me away without judgmental looks from your subjects or your siblings." That was the truth, one that she hid for centuries, always repeating the narrative that he gave her the garden to be close to her home. "That's not- '' Again he tried to retrieve the narrative.

Maybe she would have listened if he wasn't trying to justify instead of owning his actions. How could she forgive him, if he was still trying to play the helpless tortured victim? Love was done, she turned her back to him, "Goodnight husband" Walking away at a fast pace. Morpheus watched her leave, as he felt something tickling his hair. Reaching for it, he saw a red petal with brown marks, the velvet touch was now dry and crumbling as he looked around, he realized the garden was now dead.

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There shall be night | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader | Serie | [COMPLETE]

||Angst | Slow burn | Mentions of blood, death and religious themes | smut (*)||

Synopsis: There used to be a time where gods were worshipped by mortals, way more than the modern times ever could. Those times were the era of temples and devoted beings, of prophecies and offerings. Back then in Ancient Greece, even before Dream of the Endless married Calliope, he discovered his first devotees.

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There shall be art | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader | One shot |

||Established relationship | Fluff||

Synopsis: On a rare day-off, Morpheus, his wife and Death are visiting a museum, recalling all the centuries they went throught.

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Forget me not | Morpheus x priestess fem!reader (minor) | One shot |

||Established relationship | Fluff | Minor angst | brother-sister dynamic||

Synopsis: When Lyra the young daughter and Morpheus and (Y/N) accidently wanders in an unwelcoming part of the Dreaming, she finds herself encountering the darkest creatures of the realm. Among them, a familiar blonde nightmare with dark binoculars and a knack for threatening child’s bullies.

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Terrible thing | Morpheus x fem!reader, Hob x fem!reader, Morpheus x Hob | Serie | [COMPLETE]

||Angst | Slow burn | Poly relationship | smut (*)||

Synopsis: The way he kissed her reminded her of how soft and naive she had been when she became someone's other. Not in a bad way though, and she responded to his passionate and gentle affection with equal fervor. She had been seeking Hob Gadling's company out of a hurt heart and hateful tears. Yet, why was every single of their kisses a painful reminder of the confusion where her heart belonged? None of theirs was truly free, and at some point they both knew it. So she closed her eyes, and against her better judgment let the vision of starry eyes fill her mind as Hob's warm hands cradled her close to him.

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Crack headcanons and thoughts

Dream of the Fab 

The Sandman x Hamilton crossover nobody asked for

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS OKAY

Cinnamon roll alignement chart 

Johanna, no 

Hob Gadling and the art of making immortal jokes

Confused™ Dream of the Endless

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Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine Dream meeting you after eons

Imagine a tender moment between Dream and yourself

Imagine Dream learning why you’re cross with him

Imagine Death doting on you to Dream

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