#Morpheus is Bad At Feelings

[kayshasiemens]

Rising from the dead to share this painting and then disappear again

I have spent over 90 hours of my life on this thing because I have had the brain rot for the last 2 years of my life (almost 20 if you count when I first read the comics) and it had to express itself somehow

Hope this dramatic bitch feels appreciated

(A Dream of Morpheus, handmade egg tempera on panel, 12x18 inches...if by any chance you'll be at SDCC or Gen Con, I'll be at booth 934/936 at the first one and Art Show #13 at the second one - come see the original, maybe get a print, or just yell/cry about Sandman with me?)

And here, have some more details - I had fun combining some favorite elements from both the comic and the show ♡

[scifrey]

And that's it. The very last word of the very last story of this series has been posted.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to each and every one of you who have reblogged, commented, liked, kudosed, made fanart and food based on the story, and really just healed my inner child (writer).

This has been so good for my mental and creative health, and you've all been so welcoming and wonderful.

God, I love fandom.

CLING FAST

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Status: Complete

Series: the Hob Adherent series.

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Includes some comics canon, and some cameos from the wider Gaiman-verse, but it's not necessary to know to enjoy the story.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Discussions of grief and in-canon character death.

Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife/Hob Gadling (past)

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Matthew the Raven, Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Patrick the bartender, Harriet Butler, Glenn Davies (plus some cameos from other characters from the Gaiman Televion-Literary Universe)

Summary:

Hob Gadling is a clingy bastard, and he’s not ashamed to admit it. He clings to life. He clings to hope. He clings to his love of humanity. He clings to his Stranger. He also, unfortunately, has a habit of clinging to his name.

Which means, when the BBC is looking for a new pet history expert to appear in their educational docudrama series “Elizabethan Manor,” they’re overjoyed to find a professor who (according to their meticulous research) is actually descended from the Master of the National Trust building they’re filming in - Gadlen House.

Only Hob knows how right they are.

Picks up a few hours after the end of Season 01 Episode 6.

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[linddzz]

tw: brief mentions of the new Neil Gaiman allegations and article under the cut. No details are mentioned and no in depth thoughts on it. just, getting stuff out

I have 13k words of the next chapter for Audacity In Human Form. Got a lot of writing done for it and the Jayvik fic today, felt pretty damn excited for it. Morpheus and Hob are tons of fun to write.

I gotta admit. The new article dropping on Gaiman has made that go real sour. HUGE caution warnings for anyone who wants to go seek it out, shit is rough. I like my Morpheus as I write him a lot, but like....it feels bad and gross man. Knowing already how much of a self insert the original Morpheus is makes it rougher. Im not claiming any morality stance on fanfic here. It's all personal. There's just...stuff I'm gonna have to process for myself to figure out if I personally can still play in this sandbox

Edit: read more of the article. Jesus fucking Christ. I'm not going to be able to separate the character from the maker in my head. Absolutely vile

[lenreli]

Day 27 - “No way”

[AO3] 1389 Hob/2022 Dream because @windsweptinred’s post. Part 2: 2022 Hob/1389 Dream. Part 3: 2022 Dreamling.

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Hob becomes aware of ― everything, the sounds, the people talking, clear windows and even more noise outside, grating, a table underneath his hands― and across from him, the stranger, hair short and wild, blue eyes wide. And a bare throat, no more ruby, and the last thing Hob was aware of before this, was a crude spear in his heart, taking it out and watching the wound heal. Now suddenly, he’s here, in the clothes he wore when he met the stranger.

“What’s going on?” Hob asks, the sounds loud and almost overwhelming, except for when he stares at the stranger, dressed differently, but still undoubtedly that stranger, in the daylight. “Stranger,” he mumbles, reaching out to touch a pale cheekbone, and he’s fascinated as the stranger gulps, red blooming underneath his hand. “This must be a dream,” he settles on, in the end, blocking out everything except the stranger, pulling him over to his side. 

“It is not,” the stranger says with a scoff, blush spreading down to his throat as the stranger sits on his lap, hands resting on his shoulders, an iron grip keeping him seated, and Hob feels himself get hard at it. “I am―only doing this so you will not cause trouble,” the stranger says, blush deepening as his hands go under a black shirt, feeling only smooth skin, and a wriggle against his cock, blue eyes fluttering around wherever they are in embarrassment. 

“I’m perfectly capable of causing trouble right here, stranger,” he says with a grin, one of his hands going into very tight pants, well, trying to. Ripping off whatever things keeps it closed, and he inhales sharply at the feel of a wet cunt, and the stranger’s ears are red now as he presses into the stranger’s clit, who shivers, head falling onto his shoulder. No way, he thinks in amazement, wondering how the stranger could get even more perfect as a finger goes into the stranger’s pussy. 

The stranger lets out a loud moan, hiding his face even more in his throat, “Hob,” he says pathetically, the nickname striking something in him, like he’s heard it before.

“Have we done this before, stranger?” He asks, who lets out a keen as he puts another finger in, feeling slick wetness, hearing it as the stranger wriggles.

“Something like that,” he says quietly, whimpering into his ear.

“Was I good?” He asks, breathless as the stranger curls on top of him, as he puts in another finger, and the stranger’s moans go even higher as he presses and crooks his fingers, mouth watering at the wetness he can feel, and the stranger nods against his beard. “Well, good,” he sighs into black hair, cock throbbing hard against the stranger’s squirming body, but being the giving lover he is, he works on making the stranger come first, which happens when he crooks his fingers and bites into the pale throat in front of him, and the stranger orgasms with a shudder, beard scratching across the other’s throat as the stranger sobs.

[confused-theist]

I refused to even entertain the idea that Hypnos might be reaching out to me instead of just me really wanting to reach out to him (i haven't yet), even if strange things have been happening, but man this kinda feels like a last straw sort of thing

Me, wanting to get back to my old dream journaling habits but can't find any blue pens that work in the house (all entries in the journal are written in blue): Aw man, I can't find any blue pens. Guess I'm just gonna go study for uni even though I'm mentally drained instead of writing down today's dream.

Hypnos, possibly: Oh? Let that not be a problem.

*minutes later my mom finds a perfectly functional blue pen sitting on the fanlight window of all places, that she can't remember putting there and I know I definitely didn't*

[daddyjackfrost]

I was just curious if you'll be continuing the Stay With Me; Morpheus series.

Tank chu.... I'll be on my way now.......

hi!!!!! i WILL BE! i actually recently got back into writing and i'm feeling inspired! i am so sorry and grateful for everyone who's waited SO long for the last chapter. i know i'm horrible and i suck but i just... couldn't write. no matter how hard i tried.

but, fret not. i know i've said that i'm writing before but (inshallah) i will get on it very soon!! my midterms finish in two weeks so after that, i'm gonna lock in.

[local-redhead-bookworm]

I still have questions about the robe thing Morpheus was wearing in episode one. Was he just walking around in a giant blanket? Because that would make some sense but it seems like a really bad decision

[ihavenohotcocoa]

THEY KILLED GILBERT

[sharknadoblog]

told him to pay child support and see his son

So angry seein a distressed Dream and basically makes herself sane to talk to the eldest Endless. Bitch, you can't see when you're blind. Destiny can be such an asshole.

The Sandman: Brief Lives #47 (1989)

[holybibly]

this is such a weird scenario ..but imagine a little red riding hood concept, the big bad wolf being san, and him tricking innocent reader into "playing" with him and just fucking her dumb in the woods !!

God baby, I love the Little Red Riding Hood concept. I'm such a slut for it, to be honest. I'm a little obsessed with dark, twisted gothic fairy tales.

You should have heeded the warnings before you wandered alone through the woods on a full moon night. Or where you're meeting a big, handsome and very mean wolf from whose clutches you won't easily escape and maybe that's exactly what you want.

Warning: Dub-con, Werewolf! San

The night air was unpleasantly cold against your bare skin, ripping you from the sweet embrace of Morpheus. You reluctantly shivered and slowly opened your eyes, only to be greeted by the dense darkness of the forest. The sudden lack of sunlight jolted you from your half-sleep state, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine and your heart pounding loudly in your chest as the forest around you continued to sing the song of the night. 

You shouldn't be out here, especially at such a late hour. You hurriedly gathered your belongings and cursed yourself for letting the beautiful meadow of flowers enchant you and for letting your guard down. You had been warned that ancient magic lived in these woods and that you should be very careful when you walked along the path through them, but of course you hadn't listened, and now you regretted it. You had always assumed that all these warnings had been given because of your gender. Most of the people in your small town were still stuck in the Dark Ages, thinking that a girl couldn't go through the forest alone. You wanted to prove them wrong. 

Another cold gust blew across the clearing, and you wrapped yourself tighter in your heavy cape. The velvet fabric was expensive and luxurious, a rich scarlet that earned you your nickname, Little Red Riding Hood. 

You were sure that you were going to be all right. You were smart and savvy, and you had a hunting knife with you. You'd think that would be more than enough to handle anything that might be lurking in these woods and get you back to your grandmother's house unharmed. At least that is what you thought. 

A long, blood-curdling howl echoed across the clearing, freezing you in place and halting your frantic gathering. Dear Lord...

Your eyes automatically rise to the night sky, only to find your worst fears confirmed: Through the dry, tangled branches of the trees, the brilliant face of the full moon illuminates the earth with its diffuse silvery glow. The words of your grandmother, which she had been repeating to you ever since you were a child, came to your mind at once: "Beware of the moon, whose face is full and merry, my child, for this is the time when its children have their feast. And their hunger is insatiable and greedy'. Another howl pierced your heart, a reminder of the situation you were now in. 

Wishing that you had listened to the warnings, you ran, clutching your beautiful wicker basket tightly with your hands as your scarlet cape evolved behind your back. You weren't sure of the right way as you ran through the dense thicket of the forest. You sobbed softly as the sharp branches of bushes and trees dug into your skin, leaving long, lacerating marks; the warm, crimson liquid running down your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your tall, white socks, spreading the seductive scent of your blood through the forest. 

Nothing seemed to be familiar to you in the thick, impenetrable darkness of the night. You stumbled through the massive roots of the trees and almost fell into a thorny bush with heavy, glistening bunches of poisonous berries hanging from it. You're so tired already—you can hear your heart pounding in your chest through your laboured, hoarse breathing.

Another furious growl echoing through the air keeps you from stopping, forcing you to keep running. You could almost feel the hot, wet breath of the wolf on your neck and the sharp claws on your skin, and it seemed to you that if you stopped for even a moment, the wolf would tear you to pieces. The hair stood up on the back of your arms, and the image of the sharp-toothed monster pinning you to the ground filled your mind's eye. No. No. No. You shake your head, hoping to banish the dark thoughts and push away the horrible images of blood and broken bones. 

A sharp pain blossomed on your face as you fell face first, stumbling over a large dried log and almost losing consciousness from the combined sensations. It was horrible—your mouth was full of dirt mixed with blood from a busted lip, your knees were skinned and bleeding, and in general you want nothing but sobbing with despair and fear. 

The hopelessness of your situation was more palpable to you now, when you're sitting in a pile of dirt and leaves, than ever before. A deep and low howling sounded from behind you, sending a shiver of cold down your spine. It made you jump to your feet, in spite of the sharp pain that you felt at such a sudden movement. You looked around anxiously. You glanced around anxiously, letting out a small sigh of relief at the fact that there was no one in your wake. But you didn't stop, the edge of the forest was already in sight, the soft welcoming light of the nearby village's lanterns calling to you. 

Your relief was short-lived, however, as a warning growl suddenly sounded directly in front of you, a pair of sacred silver eyes glaring out from the shadows of the forest. You gasped loudly as a tall, broad-shouldered fellow emerged from the thicket, his plump scarlet lips raised in a snarl, tongue slowly sliding over sharp teeth as he began circling you. 

This was not good, so damned not good. Cold fear gripped your heart with a tight grip, your hands clutching your basket tightly, shaking slightly at the low rumbling growl that came from the guy. Your frightened, wide-eyed gaze darted from the wolf to the forest path leading to the village; if you tried hard enough, you could get away from him. The boy noticed your gaze and shifted his sharp eyes to the narrow path leading out of the forest. He snorted slightly, as if the thought of you running from him amused him.

"You shouldn't even try, sweetheart. You can't escape me, little Red." The man's husky, deep voice made you flinch, but the way he addressed you by name as if he knew you made you drop the basket and cover your mouth with your hand to hold back your terror-filled scream."

He turned to face you again, and you could see his lips curl up in a predatory grin, revealing deep dimples on his cheeks. You couldn't help but notice how beautiful the wolf was—perhaps the most handsome man you had ever seen—and that fact made you fear him even more. Nothing ordinary and natural could possess such breathtaking beauty, which meant that the guy in front of you was many times more dangerous than any real wolf prowling around this forest thicket that night.

"Why are you so scared, little Red?" He slid his tongue over his lips as he kept his dark gaze on you. "I can almost feel your fear on my tongue." He murmured, the deep sound practically vibrating in the air. "I just want to play with you, beautiful. I promise I won't bite you... hard." His voice trailed off at the last word, his breathing getting heavier as he began to slowly approach you. 

You began to back away from him, trying to put as much distance between you as possible, and he clearly didn't like it. 

"You're not running away from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, digging his claws into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that prevented him from reaching you. The loud sounds of tearing cloth echoed through the forest as you tried to grab onto anything that might help you crawl away from him. 

"You'll have no run from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, his claws digging into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that were blocking his path. The loud sounds of ripping cloth echoed through the forest, and you tried to grab hold of anything that might help you to crawl away from him. 

"No. Please, no. Let me go, please...". But your words fell on deaf ears. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, and you squealed loudly. Limiting all movement, his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades. "No!" You cried out again, but a sharp slap on your bottom, which was suddenly bare, made you stop all your movements. You didn't even notice it as he tore off your clothes completely, leaving you vulnerable and naked for him to see. "I-I... please let me go..." All your energy has left your body, and you sob softly. He lifts your hips with one hand and puts you in the position he wants you to be in. 

"You were warned, little Red. Weren't you? You have been told to stay out of the woods, especially during the full moon. But have a look at where you are now. A stupid little girl, too self-confident to listen to anyone's advice, and that's what girls like you get. A big, bad wolf will eat them alive." The last sentence came out of his chest in a low, vicious growl before you felt a hot, slippery tongue travel between your buttocks. 

The pointed tip slid between your labia, salivating over your tender folds. He removed his hand from your back only to dig his fingers into your buttocks and spread them wide apart, holding you completely open for him so that he could feast on your cunt with ease. Pitiful sobs escaped from your mouth as you felt his rough, long appendage snaking its way between your folds, rubbing against your clit and poking at your hole as it tried to force its way in. His claws dug themselves into your flesh in painful fashion, leaving bloody marks that were sure to become scars. 

The sensation of the wolf's tongue licking desperately at your cunt and the wet, feverish breath that washed over your sensitive centre caused your body to react against your desire.

A shameless moan of pure pleasure escaped your lips faster than you could stop it. Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to swallow the embarrassing sounds as the werewolf's long tongue continued to wash your clit with its warm, viscous saliva. You couldn't enjoy it... it was simply impossible. This guy was dangerous; he wasn't human; he was a horrible, hungry wolf pinning you to the ground in the middle of the night forest. You were terrified, but that didn't stop your body from responding joyfully to his touch. 

Every movement of his tongue on your pussy made your hole clench around nothing and ooze juices. This only excited him more as he greedily licked up every drop of sweet slime that flowed from you onto his tongue. Eventually it wasn't enough, and the wolf pressed his whole mouth against your little hole and began to literally drink from your pussy. 

Your hips began to shake as you approached your orgasm. Your fingers dug into the loose soil, dirt collecting under your fingernails as you tried to fight the rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body. It was completely futile. Against your will, the werewolf made you scream in blinding pleasure as the first of many orgasms shook your entire body. 

As your fluids poured into his mouth, giving him a full taste of your sweet flavour, he growled low as he thrust his tongue into your hole and licked your juices from your trembling walls. This went on for a few minutes until you felt his hands leave your body. A vague sense of relief filled you as you hoped he would leave you now that he had got what he wanted. But that relief was quickly replaced by panic as his clawed fingers pinned your fragile shoulders to the ground and his unnaturally hot and massive length rubbed against your arse, staining it with sticky pre-cum. 

He rubbed against you like a dog in heat, his hips pressing against you as if he were too lost in his lust to pay attention.

Hot breath scorched your cheek as he pressed his entire body against you, laborious growls and puffing escaping his throat as his heavy, hard cock dragged between your buttocks. You turned your head slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the man looming over you, his sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight, and you almost regretted looking.

Every movement he made against you made your stomach twist with a mixture of fear and pleasure, and although the rational part of you was in a state of pure terror at the realisation of what awaited you, on some deep subconscious, twisted level you enjoyed it.

The werewolf's cock seemed almost as long as your torso, there was no way you could take it all in. But that didn't seem to bother him tonight. As the head of his cock entered your hole, you sobbed from the painful stretching and squeezed your eyes shut as he began to push his cock deeper into you. It was thick, so fucking thick that the tender edge of your pussy burned when the entire head of his cock was inside, but that was only the beginning.

The first few inches were enough to awaken your senses, pleasantly stimulating your quivering walls, but as he pushed further into you, the pain came. But that didn't matter to the werewolf on top of you. You whimpered and shook your head from side to side as the man above you moaned deeply as he continued to thrust his cock relentlessly into you.

"Please…" You sobbed openly now, hoping this would be over quickly.

"Mmm, look at you, you're acting so nice now. You were warned, little Red, but you decided to be a naughty girl and came to the wolf yourself, knowing full well what would happen to you. So don't play hard to get and take what is given to you." The wolf towering over you growled in your ears.

The more it pressed into your body, the more you became afraid and grabbed at tree roots and plants. For anything within reach that might help you free yourself from him. Your face crinkled in pain and your teeth clenched tightly together, grinding against each other. When it finally settled into your body, you'd never felt so full. You couldn't see it, but you could feel the great bulge in your belly, perfectly mirroring the contours of his cock.

When he begins to move, pulling his monstrous length out of you, you find it strange. His cock entered you much deeper than it could be possibly, and when it was completely out of you, you felt so empty, your cunt clenched around nothing, already missing the warmth of his cock. When he entered your cunt again, you let out a sound mixed with eroticism and a painful cry. It wasn't bad, but not necessarily good. His cock seemed too hot, buried deep inside your body, but every thrust in and out of your pussy rubbed against a sensitive ball of nerves that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"No! I don't want this! Please stop..." The voice in your head did its best to drown out the sensations overwhelming every other sense in your body, but it was useless. The wolf's large body pressed against your back, his feverishly hot, wet skin rubbing against the exposed areas of your skin that were visible through your tattered cloak with each sharp thrust into your body. 

His rhythm grew rougher and sharper as he stretched the tight confines of your pussy. Promises to fill you with his cum and give you his puppies came in steady succession with each thrust of his hips.

Wide eyed, you watched his fingernails dig into the dirt beside your head and thanked the gods that those nails were no longer digging into your skin. They pulled the earth a few inches away from your face, reminding you of the strength in those hands. He could have easily broken your neck with a snap of his fingers. Instead, he shifted his stance, his foot pressing your face deeper into the dirt beneath you.   You should have been disgusted; it was wrong, but something dark and twisted inside you made you even more aroused, enjoying everything that was happening.

Your quivering, slippery walls tightened around him, and you heard him moan deeply in response.

"You like it, don't you? What a dirty bitch you are, little Red. Do you like it when I claim the rights to your tiny human cunt? Does it turn you on that I'm fucking you like a bitch in the middle of the forest?"

"Please..." Your voice was swallowed by a loud, air-piercing howl as the wolf howled over you in pleasure. 

Your entire body shook beneath him as he fucked you with reckless abandon, his hips slamming painfully against your arse, causing the tender skin on your buttocks to become irritated and red. It was disgusting; you had dirt in your mouth mixed with blood from the previous fall, your whole body aching from his assault, but you wanted more; you wanted him to destroy you. 

Something hot and tight pushed into your entrance, and you almost mistook this sudden invasion for his balls until you felt your pussy being forced to stretch even further to accommodate it.

"Please, no! You're going to hurt me!!! Don't do this!" Pleasure was replaced by pure terror as you tried to crawl away from him. Sharp nails pierced the skin of your thighs as he clawed at you and growled in warning, making you freeze. 

"Take this! You're going to take all of me, and you're going to love it, you little slut." Each thrust felt like he was trying to shove a baseball inside you. 

He was determined to complete his task, and when he did, you screamed in pain, tears staining your rounded cheeks and making your face look even dirtier. A loud howl pierced his chest, and his nails dug into your back, drawing blood as he tied you up with his knot and poured his sperm into your waiting body. You could feel every pulse of his cock as it emptied into your pussy, and against your desire, your walls clenched around the invasion, squeezing out all he had to offer you. His warm, viscous cum splashed into your body, making you shiver.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson and won't wander the night woods alone again, little Red." The werewolf whispered hoarsely in your ear, licking the tears from your cheek. 

You turned your head to the side, meeting his slanted silver eyes and gloriously sharp cheekbones. 

"Maybe I should learn that lesson a few more times, San. You know I'm not good at memorising, love."

[fipindustries]

the interestesting thing about the matrix, as presented in the famous 1999 film "the matrix", is that is actually not that bad for one specific reason. the people there are real.

its telling that in the movie neo is not given close friends or family or a partner or any meaningful kind of human conection, it helps to sell the world as distant and fake and inhuman.

but the thing is that any relation you form inside the matrix... is actually a real human conection. like say you are in the matrix and you start dating this really cute, cool person who likes to play boardgames and s a fan of romantic comedies and is studying to become and architect. that is a real human who is somewhere in the rows of human cultivated fields connected to a bunch of tubes floating in goo. but when they are talking to you in the matrix they are actually talking to you. the things they say actually mean something, the love you feel for each other is real.

like, thanks morpheus, your fight for Zion is cool and all but i have a daughter, i have my best friend with whom i went to college. and morpheus might say something about how the college was fake and it never existed but the moments i had with my friend were real!

the real problem with the simulation machine is solipsism. in a premise where you ARE actually the only mind that exists and everything else was a simulation then, well, that is a lot more scary (would it? if all your friends were AIs would that mean they were not real? food for thought), but my point is that is not the premise of that movie.

i would really like a story where someone is woken up from the matrix and they are resolute to find their partner somewhere on the fields of bodies maybe to wake them up too. or maybe the partner convinces them to go back into the matrix, i dont know. there is a lot of place for drama there.

the last matrix movie sort of touches on that but i feel it doesnt really count because it does it with neo and trinity who both got to know each other outside the matrix and also they were both forcibly put back and whatever

[writing-for-life]

Somewhat timely with regard to my recent meta:

Rain, rain, glorious rain. One stands in it and gets wet, the other has a brollie. No foreshadowing at all. Just sayin’…

Dream of the Endless | Tom Sturridge The Sandman 1.02 -Imperfect Hosts

[seadeepspaceontheside]

I AM NOT GOING TO ADD MORE TOO THIS BECAUSE I GOT TOO MUCH ON MY PLATE but this was my KnightAu I had for Hob and Dream that you can read under the cut where I post about it earlier.

I am never gonna draw house of the dragon fanart but like I love insanity of how Cole and Alicient have for their former love (Rhaenyra) to fuck in her bed and thoughts of her non-stop. Which leads me to this Knight AU because I am honestly torn with the idea of a Dark!Hob that would do anything for their King until he was spurred because God Damn Fabien Frankel looks like a Young Hob. Or Hob Knight who is more like Harwin Strong/Ryan Corr who understands Dream's position and is loyal to him and is very much happy being the consort and a step-father to the King's children. Or even there are two Knight Hobs maybe either brothers (a year or two apart) or twins that are now at each other's throats over it. The older (Robert) who had the favour and then turned vengeful and vindictive not only his obsession with now King Morpheus while his younger brother/twin is now taken with the King. (Morpheus didn't think he would be King because of his older brother and sister. But incidents happen, so his brother Potmos/Destiny and the relm refusing Teleute/Death puts him in line of heir so he had to marry Calliope. Morpheus knowing that giving up the throne to his younger siblings was a bad idea. He would have run away with Robert when he wasn't heir. As well as his Calliope and Morpheus had an agreement that they could love others but Robert saw that as not being as in love with him) Robert hating how his younger brother mocks the nature of knighthood and coming to with such ease and now the King's favour and love. The Younger being always had feeling in his brothers shadow when Morpheus is with him. Hob had always feelings for the young lord when they were young but knowing that Rob and Morpheus were in love he was content with just being in love afar. It is not till later when his brother has no more right to the King's heart that he goes for it. And when his Older taunts him as a replacement and how the King has failed that he needs to be held back by fucking a hoard of knights from kicking the shit out of his older.

Much like Eddard and Brandon, I think just because Older Hob was his first love does not mean it was his real or true love. King Murphy would love Younger Hob knight as he is who he is and tells them apart a lot. And Morpheus has always cared for Hob but it grew into a more of a love. Much like later in life like Rhaenyra does hate Cole, he hates !DarkOlderHob for what he has become and how he makes his brother feel.

Either way watching HOTD gave me knight Hob feels. (seeing Harwin Strong do the thing with the nod and the rabbit I am like oh thats so Hob)

Also yes Dream does get kidnapped by the Scorned lord Rodrick Burgess and they cut his hair for proof to ransom! Also I said in the replies but *** Hob when he does get with Morpheus shaves to look more like Rob thinking it would be better to be basically his brothers replacement but Morpheus loves him the way he looks.

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Title: Middle of the Night

Rated: Teen

Word Count: 595

Characters: Logan Howlett, GN!Reader

Ao3 Link

A/N: I need cuddles, so I came up with this little bit. A surprise waking up to Logan in bed. Enjoy.

The haze of sleep begins to fade as you realize something woke you. You’re just not sure what yet. It isn’t until you shift that you find something very heavy across your back followed by humid air blowing across your neck. Goosebumps and a shiver run across your neck and down your back. Your confusion further awakens you as you try to pull yourself out of Morpheus’ grasp to find out what’s happening. It takes you a while as you find yourself going in and out of sleep. The next time you wake up, you find yourself lying on a very warm, soft but slightly rough and firm surface. You can feel the drool cooling on your cheek, knowing it’s on the surface but not caring. Not caring until you hear an amused huff of laughter from a man you work with. A man who has become your friend, probably your best friend. Someone is more than a man and just as deadly but sees you for you and you for him. Your mind rushes you awake as adrenaline pumps in your veins and your heart begins to pound.

You begin to sleepily shift to raise yourself but hear the man shush you running his hand through your hair, slightly tugging at the ends. You relax back against him, grumbling sleepily, having found a weakness of yours. You want to purr but are too tired.

“If I’d known it would be this easy to finally hold you, I’d have done this sooner,” he quietly rumbles against your ear.

Your brow slightly furrows at his words. You turn your head and find his lips mere centimeters from yours. He leans forward and gives a quick press of his lips to yours. You’ve concluded this is a dream and roll back over to go back to sleep. You tense up as you try to roll out of the man’s arms but his grip is gentle and immovable. You grunt your displeasure.

He chuckles in a whisper. He falls silent for a few minutes before asking, “Can I please keep holding you?”

You grunt noncommittally and relax in his hold. You shift against him, nuzzling against whatever skin your face finds of his, trusting him easily, and he allows you to move away as you readjust your sleep position. You slightly sit up just enough to move as you clumsily climb onto his torso, bury your face under his clavicle, breathe in his scent, and straddle his ridiculously sexy, rippling abdomen. You can feel him tense as you shift but ignore it. You take a deep breath, bringing your arms resting against his shoulders as if to encircle his neck and nuzzle against his chest. He relaxes a few seconds later and drags the blanket back over the both of you while he resettles on his back, chin to his chest with his arms laying across your back, watching you.

You can feel his gaze on you; mentally, you find it amusing. The big bad Wolverine is a cuddly teddy bear and you love it. Makes you suddenly wonder why he got into your bed. You make a note to ask in the morning. He probably had a nightmare. You’ve crawled into his bed before when you’ve had one so not surprised he has reciprocated. Feels good that he has.

Once your breathing evens out and your body fully relaxes against him, he buries his nose into your hair and breathes in your scent. He purrs, happily, finally able to have you in his arms when he wants.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You: Chapter Three

How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You: After saving a strange man from a fishbowl cage, you earn yourself a favor. When you cash in said favor, you don’t realize that you and the man aren’t on the same page on what you need from him.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus x Afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

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"You really walk around the waking world?" you ask, leaning forward, elbows on the table.

"I have," he tells you. "It's... enlightening to see things from a mortal perspective."

Your eyebrows draw together as you think about Morpheus among mortals. Does he not stand out like a sore thumb? "What's that like for you? To be in the waking world then?”

Morpheus pauses, a flicker of storm crossing his face. "Disorienting at times. Your world is much more... concrete."

"Well, it's not always great, but it's home." You echo, thinking about how Morpheus appears to be more than happy to listen to you blab away. He's surprisingly easy to talk to when he lets his guard down.

"I admire your resilience," he says quietly.

You shrug. "You have to be tough when life keeps throwing curveballs. Especially one known as my mother."

His gaze lingers on you and there's warmth there that wasn't present before. It seems he's not just observing anymore, he's genuinely interested in your experiences.

"You are kind," he remarks, almost to himself. "It is... refreshing." Just as Morpheus begins to speak again, the flutter of wings catches your attention. Matthew, the raven, swoops in and lands on the back of an empty chair, ruffling his feathers.

"Hey, sorry to barge in," Matthew caws, glancing between you and Morpheus. "Got something to share."

Morpheus's eyes narrow, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "What is it, Matthew?"

"Matthew! Perfect timing! Got any new places to show me?"

The raven's beady eyes sparkle with mischief. "Actually, I do. Found a dreamscape that's pretty fascinating. Thought you might like to see it."

You lean forward eagerly. “Spill!”

Matthew hops from the chair to the table, preening slightly. "It's a place where dreams and reality blur together. Think of it like a lucid dream but on steroids. Like you don’t even need to be doped up on meth!”

Morpheus sighs, his irritation clear on his face. "Matthew, we were in the middle of—"

"Sounds amazing!" you interrupt, eyes bright with excitement as you turn to Morpheus. "Can we go now?"

Morpheus' gaze softens slightly as he looks at you, his annoyance fading. You look so eager and happy�� "If that is your wish."

You nod enthusiastically, turning back to Matthew. "Lead the way!"

The raven takes off again, flying towards an open doorway that wasn't there moments ago. You rise from your seat without hesitation, ready to see exactly what was so exciting. Morpheus follows with a glower on his face.

Matthew leads you through the doorway, and you step into a realm where the sky shifts colors with each breath you take. Vibrant greens melt into deep blues, which swirl into passionate reds. It's as if the very air is alive, humming with an energy that tickles your skin.

"This is incredible," you whisper, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

"Pretty neat, huh?" Matthew crows, puffing up with pride. "Found it while exploring some of the more uncharted territories. You will not believe what this place has!”

You glance back at Morpheus. He's standing there, arms crossed, his usual composed demeanor marred by a scowl. You can't help but chuckle. Frowny face. You wonder what has him so agitated? Is Matthew not his raven?

"Don't be such a sourpuss," you tease him. "This place is amazing."

He raises an eyebrow but doesn't respond. Instead, he watches you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. Ah, shit, bad Y/N, bad. No developing feelings for the incredibly handsome Endless being that isn't really your husband.

You focus on Matthew again, eager to explore more to distract you from Mr. Hot and Pouty. "Show me around!"

Matthew takes flight, leading you through a forest where trees physically talk to you and flowers bloom in patterns that just shouldn’t exist in nature. The ground beneath your feet feels like velvet, and the scent of fresh rain hangs in the air despite no clouds overhead. So much mind fuckery but at the same time, this is so amazing.

"Over here," Matthew calls out, landing on a branch that bends gently under his weight. "Check this out."

You approach a clearing where shimmering pools of water reflect not just the sky above but alternate realities. Each pool shows a different scene—a bustling city from another world, an alien landscape, and even a medieval castle with knights and dragons.

"This is... making my brain hurt,” you say while rubbing your forehead. “But also crazy awesome? I dunno what to think at this point.”

Morpheus steps beside you. "These are reflections of dreams yet to be dreamt," he explains to you. “Think of it as art in the process of creation.”

You reach out to touch the surface of one pool, watching ripples distort the images before they settle back into clarity. “That makes sense,” you muse. “Dreams are an endless possibility. Seeing them as art makes a lot of sense given our brains cook them up…”

Matthew flaps his wings excitedly. "Exactly! Thought you'd appreciate it! It is wild seeing all these different places but so cool at the same time!”

Morpheus's frown deepens as he watches Matthew bask in your admiration. You notice but choose not to comment on it. He is still a puzzle to you and as far as you are aware, brooding is one of his default modes. Instead of reacting, you turn to Morpheus with a glowing smile.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you say, blasting him with a beautiful smile. "Both of you."

He gives a curt nod but says nothing. Still internally pouting over the fact that his raven had managed to commandeer your attention. Matthew caws happily and takes off again, urging you to follow him to see another ‘really cool thing’.

As you chase after Matthew's fluttering form, Morpheus trails behind like a dark cloud in this otherwise radiant world.

Oh yes, definitely a default brooding setting…

You find yourself in the library of the Dreaming, where the air hums with knowledge you can feel skittering across your skin and the scent of old parchment fills your nose with nostalgia. Lucienneis with you, a warm, welcoming smile on her lips. Compared to the chaotic awesomeness of the rest of the realm, her she feels like the voice of reason.

"So," you begin, leaning against a polished oak table. "Can you tell me more about the history of this place? And about Morpheus?"

Lucienne adjusts her glasses and nods. "Of course. The Dreaming is as old as dreams themselves. It is a reflection of Morpheus's will and emotions, constantly evolving."

You nod, absorbing her words. "And Morpheus? What's he like beyond what I've seen? And what little he's told me… which is pretty much nonexistent. He was more interested in listening to me blab about myself.”

Lucienne's eyes twinkle with a mix of amusement before shifting to fondness. "He is complex, to say the least. A being of immense power and responsibility, but also one burdened by his own flaws."

"Flaws?” You nearly snort out. How does he have flaws? “Like what?"

"He's often perceived as cold and detached," Lucienne explains to you. "But that stems from his deep sense of duty and his very make. He takes his role very seriously, sometimes to the detriment of personal relationships."

You think back to your interactions with him—the moments when he seemed distant, lost in thought. Default brooding session. He was probably made to be that way. "That makes sense," you murmur.

"He has had many lovers over the eons, but his relationships often end in heartbreak. His passion can be overwhelming and he struggles with forgiveness when he feels wronged." So he can hold a grudge, good to know for the future… yet at the same time, you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Morpheus. So far, he has seemed like an all powerful, invincible (mostly, you had broken him out of a cage he himself couldn’t get out of) being that is untouchable.

Definitely touchable, his hand is nice to hold.

"So he's not just this all-powerful being... he's vulnerable too." You muse as your mind thinks over Morpheus’ behavior.

"Indeed," Lucienne agrees. "His power comes with its own set of challenges and loneliness. But beneath it all, he has a capacity for kindness and care that few ever see."

Well that is obvious, he agreed to pretend to be your husband without a moment of hesitation! He’s doing a rather thorough job of it as well. Your mind turns back to the Dreaming itself and what exactly Morpheus does.”

"What about his responsibilities here?" you ask.

Lucienne gestures to the rows upon rows of books surrounding you. "He oversees every dream and nightmare, ensuring balance within the Dreaming. It's a monumental task, we hold all written word ever created.”

"And… you help him?" you ask. “Cause he seems to brood a lot and someone has to be working when he’s in default emo brooding mode…”

Lucienne’s eyebrow pops up at your wording and her lips twitch. You appear to take everything you are told in stride and translate it into something you can understand. Good, this is good. Particularly for the Dreaming. "I do what I can to assist him, yes. But ultimately, it is his domain to govern."

You look around at the vast expanse of knowledge contained within these walls and feel a pang of excitement. All written word? You are going to finally get through your reading wish list! Looking back at Lucienne.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," you say sincerely. "It won't help me with my overbearing mother but at least I feel like I understand him better.

"It is my pleasure," Lucienne replies warmly. "Now, is there a book or story you care to enjoy while you are here?"

You scan the shelves of books, almost overwhelmed on where to even start.

"I think I'd like to read about... love," you say, surprising yourself with the choice. "Not the kind that ends in heartbreak. Something with a happy ending.”

Lucienne's smile widens, a knowing glint in her eyes. She moves gracefully along the shelves, her fingers brushing the spines of ancient tomes until she finds what she's looking for. She pulls out a book bound in soft leather and hands it to you.

"This might be what you're seeking," she says.

You take the book from her, feeling its weight in your hands. The cover is embossed with intricate patterns that seem to shift and change as you look at them. You open it carefully and begin to read.

The story unfolds like a dream, drawing you into its world. It speaks of two souls destined to find each other despite the obstacles life throws their way. Each page brings you deeper into their journey, their struggles, and their triumphs. There's a warmth to it, a sense of hope that makes you feel happy.

Lost in the tale, you almost forget where you are until a gentle touch on your shoulder brings you back to reality—or rather, back to the Dreaming.

"You seem engrossed," Morpheus' voice says softly from behind you.

You turn to face him, holding up the book. "It's beautiful," you admit. “Your library is amazing.”

He nods, his eyes lingering on the book before meeting yours. "Stories have power," he says quietly. "They shape our dreams and our realities."

You look back at the book in your hands, understanding his words on a deeper level now. "It's true," you agree.

He steps closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating at once. "Do you wish to stay here longer?" he asks.

You consider his question, feeling torn between exploring more of this incredible realm and returning to your own reality. You do have things to do in your own world. Before you can answer, Lucienne steps forward.

"There's always more to discover here," she says with a smile. "But remember, time flows differently in the Dreaming."

You nod slowly. The allure of this place is strong, but so is your need to balance both worlds—the waking and the dreaming.

So you close the book gently,the lingering emotions of the story still making your heart flutter. Morpheus watches you with a curious intensity, his expression unreadable. You feel a strange connection with him, like you’ve shared something intimate just by being in this place together. And now your inner romance novel is talking.

"I should go," he says abruptly, breaking the moment.

You nod, a little confused. Uh, was it not he that approached you? “Okay, have a good day.”

He gives a slight bow, then turns and walks away, his form blending  into the shadows of the library. You watch until he’s out of sight, a part of you wishing he’d stay just a bit longer.

A rustling noise pulls you from your thoughts. Turning around, you see Mervyn Pumpkinhead striding towards you, his pumpkin head bobbing slightly with each step. His carved face grins in its perpetual jack-o'-lantern smile, but his eyes hold a glint of mischief.

"Well, well, if it isn't the new 'Mrs.,'" Mervyn quips, tipping an imaginary hat. "Enjoying your stay in the Dreaming?"

You can't help but laugh at his teasing demeanor. It seems word travels fast in this place. “It's been... eventful," you reply honestly.

Mervyn leans against a nearby bookshelf, crossing his arms. "Eventful? That's one way to put it. Morpheus has that effect on people."

"Does he now?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, absolutely," Mervyn says with a chuckle. "He's got this whole brooding, mysterious vibe going on. Drives some folks nuts trying to figure him out."

You smile, feeling more at ease in Mervyn's presence. "I can see that. I’m calling it his default emo brooding mode.”

Mervyn laughs at your words before straightening up and gesturing towards the library's vast expanse. You can see a few shelves moving in the distance. Yeah, it’s going to take a while to get over it’s awesomeness and size. "So, what brings you to this dusty old place? Looking for some deep cosmic knowledge or just trying to escape reality for a bit?"

"A bit of both," you admit.

Mervyn nods sagely. "Well, you've come to the right place for that. The Dreaming's got more secrets than you can shake a stick at."

You glance around the library once more, marveling at sheer size. You know that it’s much larger than what your eyes can see. "It really is amazing here."

"Yeah, it's not bad," Mervyn says with a shrug. "Keeps me busy anyway."

You tilt your head curiously. "What do you do here exactly?"

"Me? Oh, I’m kind of an all-purpose handyman," he replies with a wink. "Fixing things up when they break down or get all wonky—which happens more often than you'd think."

"Sounds like an interesting job," you say.

"Interesting is one word for it," Mervyn chuckles again. "But hey, it beats sitting around doing nothing. What's next on your agenda? More exploring or heading back to reality?"

You ponder his question for a moment before answering.

"I think... I'd like to explore a bit more," you say finally.

Mervyn nods approvingly. "Good choice."

Date Published: 12/18/24

Last Edit: 12/18/24

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[your-nanas-house]

An idea: Tommy has one of his recurring nightmares and YN decides to help him sleep by giving him a blowjob

Dunno who this anon is but I love this kind of ideas so much!! 🙇🏼‍♀️ So thank youuuu 🤗

Just another nightmare

◇ Pairing: Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, choking, Tommy is a whore here and a sub... so bit ooc!Thomas, nightmare and PTSD and bad writing.

◇ Summary: Tommy wakes up from a nightmare and Y/n helps him calm down.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

"Tommy... Tommy—" her soft tired voice called as her hand shook him awake, bringing him back to reality and out of Morpheus's arms so to escape one of his reccuring nightmares.

Thomas never really talked about them with Y/n, preferring to just ignore them or ponder in silence while lighting a cigarette, instead of wasting her time by keeping her up with past crude memories... even though she offered her ear him each time.

"I'm okay" his low voice grumbled out in a dismissing tone, his body still sweating probably in state of shock as it trembled softly, joined by his fast heartbeat.

He wasn't okay, not at all... his mind was playing twisted games on him again and the past was heavier than usual during the night.

And she knew... but there wasn't much she could do if he didn't allow her to enter his mind to try, so to understand the problem better. The young woman kind of lost her patience, adopting a different approach when something like that happened when she was around.

The questioning and the oral support wasn't accepted from Thomas usually... he searched a more physical one even when there was a bit of hesitation at the beginning. But that night... it didn't seem like he would have calmed down with just some cuddles.

Reason because Y/n decided to try with a different physical and oral help.

So her tender hand traveled from his sweaty chest down to his abs and lower before sneaking inside his underwear, earning a shaky breath from Tommy.

The poor man was still a bit under shock, his body sweating cold, his heart hammering against his chest as his jaw remained clenched. Y/n could see his muscles since the moon reflected its light on them in a lovely way, allowing her to start a path of wet kisses from there.

Her beautiful eyes remained closed as her hand lazily pulled slightly down the fabric so to ease the access. Feeling his pre-cum leak on her warm skin when she accidentally brushed his angry red tip.

"Shhhh, everything is okay, love. You are here... in bed with your wife" the young woman started as she pumped his now hard lenght, using her spit to lubricate the action

"At your house in Birmingham... safe and sound... it's just you and me, honey" she purred softly out attempting to calm him down while her hand kept working. Her free one slowly moved Tommy's sweaty palm towards her so that she could place a kiss on his knuckles before sneaking it in the neckline of her nightgown.

As if by reflex, his rough hand grabbed her left breast, kneading it flesh while he felt her heartbeat against his skin.

Her tactic was working, his body was reacting at her touch and his mind was turning off, letting lust take over him... making his heart still beat fast but not due to fear or adrenaline caused by something awful but because of her small hands working his cock.

The feeling was getting intense and Thomas' eyes shot open as he slowly approached his orgasm, his muscles tensed and his back slightly arched while his hand moved away the blanket so that his icy stare could watch his wife work her magic.

The man could see his dick throbbing thanks to the attention and the familiar pre-orgasm feeling was getting more and more noticable. He could feel her soft fingers giving some attention to his balls as well before black dots formed in his view, making him roll his eyes and arch his back even more.

A whoring moan escaped his lips while he shot his seed, dirtying her hand and the sheets. He never came that hard before.

He could hear a whistle in his ear that covered the background noises in the room but not the breathless and impressed curse that left his wife's mouth.

Thomas was about to say something when she shifted, now wide awake, shutting him with her warm tongue which began to clean up the mess he did.

"You should react at my touch like this more often, love" the young woman commented smugly, gagging when he thrusted up his hips with a fake annoyed expression, so that his cock would have shut her up and removed that shit eating grin off her face.