#Dream x Reader Smut

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dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

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dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: A for Aphrodisiac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, nothing. 

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

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

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

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

“Your hand is glowing,” He states. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fatecantstopme]

Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

Summary: Morpheus believes you have forgotten how much you mean to him, so he endeavors to remind you…

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a moderate amount of fluff, and a whole lot of smut.

You wandered around the library aimlessly, gently running your fingers along the spines of the books you passed, your mind somewhere very far away. You'd been doing this every day for some time now, and others had begun to take notice.

"My lady?" Lucienne asked cautiously from behind you.

"Hmm?" you hummed in response.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asked gently. "You have been spending much of your time in the library as of late."

You turned to face her and offered a soft smile. "I am quite alright, but I appreciate your concern, Lucienne."

The librarian nodded, but was not quite ready to back down. "If I may speak freely, my lady..."

"You may always speak freely, Lucienne. You know that."

She cleared her throat softly. "It is just--I have noticed you have not seemed quite like yourself these past few weeks."

"What do you mean?" You knew exactly what she meant, but you weren't sure if you wanted to admit it to her, or even yourself.

"You have seemed, pardon me for saying, but lonely, perhaps?"

You released a gentle sigh. "How could I possibly be lonely when I am surrounded by the lovely dream folk? By your kind presence?"

Lucienne nodded. "Of course, my lady. I only meant to say that I know Lord Morpheus has been quite busy--"

"Indeed he has, Lucienne," you said gently, but firmly. "He is a king, and as such he has duties he must attend to. I cannot, in good conscience, fault him for that."

Lucienne bowed slightly. "As you say, my lady. I did not wish to offend."

Your expression remained soft as you observed your husband's librarian. "Do not worry yourself, Lucienne. You have not offended me." You selected a random book from the shelf in front of you, not even bothering to observe the title. "I think I shall retire to my chambers to read."

Lucienne bowed again. "Of course, my lady."

You did return to your chambers, but you had no desire to read the book you'd picked up. In truth, Lucienne's uncanny ability to notice your emotions had simply made you uncomfortable. She was not wrong, however. You missed your husband dearly. He had been incredibly busy since he'd returned from his time in captivity, and you understood completely. Although, you could admit to yourself that you craved his presence, his authoritative voice, his loving touch. You had not spent more than 10 minutes with Morpheus in weeks, let alone made love to him. While his distance caused you pain, you would not, could not, tell him. It would not be fair, to him or to the realm.

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Morpheus was standing in his throne room, bent over a table littered with various papers and books. What appeared to be utter chaos to the untrained eye, was completely logical to him. He was deep in thought, eyes glued to the page in front of him, when he felt the presence of a certain librarian. "What can I do for you, Lucienne?" he asked without looking up.

Lucienne cleared her throat. "Good afternoon, my lord. I wished to speak with you about something rather personal."

That got his attention. He straightened up and his eyes met hers, confusion evident in his gaze. "Personal?"

"Indeed, sir. It is about the Queen."

Morpheus quickly stamped down the panic that threatened to rise within him. "Is something wrong? Is she unwell?"

Lucienne shook her head quickly, wishing to dispel her master's concern. "Nothing of that sort, my lord," she paused. "May I speak freely?"

"Always, Lucienne."

"Well, sir, I believe the Queen may, perhaps, be a bit...melancholy."

His brow furrowed. "Melancholy? In what way? She has been most pleasant around me."

"When was that, my lord?"

Much to the dream lord's surprise, he found it difficult to answer her question. It dawned on him that he could not remember the last time he had really spent more than a few minutes with his wife. His starry eyes met Lucienne's, her own eyes confirming his fear. "She is lonely," he said softly.

"It is not my place to say, my lord, but I do believe you should speak with her."

Morpheus closed his eyes for a moment, reaching out into The Dreaming, seeking your presence. When he found you, he opened his eyes and said in a hushed voice, "I must go, Lucienne. You are in charge until I return."

Lucienne knew he intended to be away for more than a few hours. She simply inclined her head and offered him a knowing smile. "Of course, sir."

Before his librarian was even finished speaking, Morpheus had disappeared from the throne room, leaving his work behind.

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You were sitting on the window bench in your room, gazing out at The Dreaming below. The sun had begun to set, casting a beautiful pink and gold glow across the land. You wondered where Morpheus was, as you often had in recent weeks.

As if the dream lord had heard your thoughts, he materialized just inside the closed door. "My lady," he said softly.

You turned your head to look at him, giving him a warm smile. "Do you have time to sit with me for a moment, my love?" you asked.

It almost pained him to hear you voice such a question. As if he could ever not have time for you. "I always have time for you," he said softly, crossing the room to sit across from you, his back against the window.

You sensed his mood, but you were unsure of the cause. "You are upset, my lord. Has something happened?"

He shook his head. "I spoke with Lucienne just now. She helped me realize that I have not been the best husband as of late."

You looked surprised. "You are an amazing husband, Morpheus. I could not ask for a better partner."

He looked at your face and saw nothing but sincerity. "My love, have I not been distant? Have I not left you alone for far too long?"

"None of that is true, my lord. Yes, you have been busy these past weeks, but that is the nature of your role. You are the ruler of this realm, its most vital piece, the essence that keeps The Dreaming alive. Your role as king will always come first. I have understood and accepted that from the very beginning."

Your words brought pain to your lover's eyes, pain you did not understand. “Have I truly failed you so terribly, my love?”

“You haven’t failed me, Morpheus," you answered in confusion.

“I must have, for you to believe, for even the slightest moment, that anything could possibly come before you in my heart.”

You shook your head. “The Dreaming is your creation, my lord. It must come first.”

“You are my love, my heart, nothing will ever be more important. No duty, no kingdom, could ever compare.” His eyes seemed to burn as he spoke, passion igniting deep within them.

You were silent, words failing to come to you. Your husband had changed during his time in captivity, but it was evident his love for you had only grown.

“It seems, my beloved, I must remind you of your importance.” His eyes darkened as he spoke and you realized how he intended to remind you.

“Morpheus,” you said cautiously.

“You deserve to be worshipped, my Queen, and that is exactly what I plan to do.” Morpheus stood up and slowly removed his coat before taking your hand to guide you to the bed. His touch was gentle and warm, as it always was with you. "Lay down, darling."

You did as he asked, as you always did, but there was something different about this moment. He was always authoritative with everyone, even you, but his voice had a gentle, loving quality that you had missed dearly, long before his absence. "Morpheus?" you asked softly.

His eyes met yours and you almost gasped at their beauty. It had been ages since you'd seen them shine so brightly, like stars against a velvet sky. "Yes, my love?"

"You have changed," you whispered, unsure of whether you should utter those words aloud.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a look of sorrow clouded his face. "I have loved you for ages long since passed, though I did not always treat you with the love and tenderness you deserve." He seemed almost heartbroken as he spoke. "I wish to remedy my mistakes. I wish to ensure you know how my heart craves you, how my soul relishes in your very essence, how my body craves the touch of your gentle hands. I wish to worship you, beloved, as you deserve to be worshipped."

Your lips parted and your breath caught in your chest. Never, in your hundreds of years of marriage, had he ever spoken to you in such a way. The loneliness you had felt suddenly turned to desperation. You needed him, just as he needed you. You reached out a hand, silently pleading with him to join you.

Morpheus climbed onto the bed, taking your outstretched hand in his, kissing it gently before placing it against his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his skin. "My heart beats only for you, my love."

You were unsure where the romantic words were coming from, but you were not going to complain. "I love you, Morpheus," you murmured softly.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against your soft lips. "I know, as I have always known." He kissed you again, a little slower this time. "My love for you is as endless as I myself, am."

You let out a heavy breath, desire sinking into every fiber of your being. "Please, my lord. I need to feel you."

"As you wish, my lady." He kissed you deeply, holding your body close as he pressed down against you. Your clothes faded away into nothingness, as did his; a wonderful trick of his you had always appreciated.

The moment you felt the smooth silk of his skin against yours, you released a soft moan against his lips. He responded by tightening his grip on you, long fingers digging into your flesh. Your own fingers clung to his shoulders before finding their way into his unruly hair. You gripped his black locks tightly, earning a pleasured groan from your lover. You had not forgotten how much he appreciated your fingers in his hair.

His lips trailed down to your neck, seeking your most sensitive spot, nipping gently at your pulse point. It seemed the dream lord had not forgotten what you appreciated.

Your moans were soft, but your hands were firm against his skin, a stark contrast to the way his fingers gripped your soft curves. He held on tightly, as if you would simply melt away in his hands if he let you go.

He was more gentle with you than he had ever been, more adoring than you knew him capable of. Each movement, each caress, each kiss was reverent in a way you did not expect from the King of Dreams.

It was not, however, his touch, nor his affection, that made you breathless. It was the way he looked at you, eyes deeper than the deepest oceans, as vast as the universe itself, and brighter than all the stars in the sky. Those beautiful eyes of his never left yours. It did not matter where he strayed, he could not tear his gaze away from your face. It made you feel like a goddess, to be so clearly worshipped by an Endless in this way.

His lips came back up to yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe, he whispered against your ear, "What is on your mind, beloved?"

"You," you whispered in return, hands snaking up his torso, appreciating every muscle and curve of his body.

"Hmmm," he hummed quietly, sending shivers up your spine. "What about me has captured your thoughts?"

His hot breath and soft lips against your ear sent waves of desire through your body. "Your eyes, my lord," you murmured. "It is your eyes."

"My eyes?" he asked in slight confusion, lifting his head to look at you.

Yet again, his gaze took your breath away, but this time he took notice of it. He saw the way your pupils dilated, the way your body reacted to his presence, the halt of your breaths...but what he noticed most of all was the way you looked at him. As if he'd personally hung the moon for you and you alone.

"Your eyes hold the universe within their beautiful depths, an endless universe filled with wonders beyond my imagination. They have a beauty to them, and a softness, that I have not seen in many years." You sighed. "They speak without words, my lord. They tell of your admiration, your affection, and your love...all for a woman who had long since forgotten how it felt to be under your gaze."

His eyes turned glossy with unshed tears as he listened to your words. He truly had neglected you for far too long, even before he was captured by Burgess. He had loved you from the beginning, but he had not known how to express that love, but in this moment, he somehow felt as if he knew, as if he had always known, somewhere deep inside himself. "You deserve more than I can ever give you, my love, but I promise to try. I make this vow to you, that I shall always, for the rest of my days, endeavor to show you the love, affection, and admiration I have always held for you."

You laid beneath him, silent and still, afraid that if you moved even an inch, you would awaken to find this had all been a dream. But the way he looked at you, the way his fingers grazed your skin, the way his deep, velvet voice covered your mind and body, all told you this was real. As real as the man hovering over you with nothing but an expression of deep, passionate love on his face. As real as the endless love you had for him. As real as the feeling of his flesh against yours and the beating of his heart matching the tempo of your own. This was love in its purest form. A love from which you would never recover, not that you wished to.

"Morpheus," you said quietly, gentle hands rising to touch his handsome face. "It has been ages since we truly made love. That is what I wish for this night."

He moved closer to you, pressing his body into yours. "Beloved, there is nothing I would rather do, no pleasure I would rather give."

This man, who of course was no mere man, made you desperate in a way you never imagined, and when he touched your body in your most sensitive spots, he made you see stars.

His lips and tongue were gentle at first against your core, a teasing sensation more than anything. You whimpered at the feeling, hips pushing towards him, begging for more.

Morpheus could not help but indulge you (and perhaps, himself). His mouth was expert-level perfection as he feasted upon you. Every flick, every swirl of his tongue, each time he sucked or licked, gave you incredible pleasure. You made the sweetest sounds for him, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. He loved the feeling of your hand in his hair, fingers tangled in the messy locks; your other hand gripping onto his forearm, the only other part of him you could reach.

The whines and moans he tore from your throat began to increase in volume and pitch, an indicator of your impending release. The dream lord tightened his grip on your hips, forcing his face even deeper into you, his own moans sending vibrations through your core. He was as desperate to feel your release as you were to have it.

You chanted his name like a prayer as he took you to the highest heights before calling out his name as you fell over the edge. Your fingers dug into his flesh and tugged on his hair even harder than before, eliciting a groan from deep inside of him. His gentle mouth worked you through your spasms of pleasure, only ceasing when you gave his hair a gentle tug and squirmed away from his lips.

He rose up to look at you, mouth covered in your slick. He licked his lips as he stared at you, enjoying the lingering taste of you. "You taste so sweet, beloved. I could stay here all night, if you were to let me."

You chuckled lightly. "I do think I would pass out from sheer pleasure long before the night was over, my lord."

He raised a single eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, my lady?"

You smacked his arm affectionately, a gesture you had not done since the early days of your marriage. For a moment, you worried you had crossed a line, but your concern was quickly dissuaded when the dream lord gave you a warm smile. "Perhaps another night, then," he said softly.

He crawled up your body, placing soft kisses on your skin as he moved.

"Mmm, perhaps," you responded, desire already digging its claws into you once more.

He paid special attention to each of your breasts, ensuring neither one felt neglected. "I have missed touching your body in this way," he said, almost to himself.

"Hmm?"

He seemed to realize he had spoken out loud. "I simply mean, I have not showed your beautiful body the respect it deserves in a very long time."

You sighed softly, hand slipping under his chin and gripping tightly. You gently pulled him towards you until his lips were mere inches away from yours. "Hear this, Morpheus, and hear it clearly. You have never shown me anything but love and respect in all our years together. Even when we grew apart, I always knew you cared."

He laid his forehead against yours, brilliant blue eyes swimming with emotion as they met yours. "I do like when you call me by my name," he murmured.

You turned your head to the side as you observed him. "As opposed to?"

"Words of formality or titles. I have always loved to hear my name on your beautiful lips."

You smiled and tilted your head up so your lips brushed against his. "Morpheus," you whispered against them.

He groaned softly and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss began as a gentle expression of his love, but quickly morphed into a passionate fire he could not douse.

There was something beautiful and new about this moment, this feeling between you both. Thousands of years of marriage, and yet neither of you had ever felt this before. It was a feeling you did not want to ever lose, nor would Morpheus ever let it die.

The kiss was all-consuming, a passion burning so bright it blinded you. You felt his hands caress your body, every inch of your skin set ablaze by his touch. Your own hands danced across his skin, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

Morpheus sat up, giving you a look you understood. You simply nodded and he wordlessly entered you in one slow movement. You sighed happily, the fullness a welcoming feeling you craved. As his hips began to rock, you moaned against the skin of his chest, teeth digging into his flesh gently as the pleasure overtook you.

He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and murmured his love for you against the sensitive skin. When your nails dug into his back, he gasped your name against your skin.

Everything about it was beautiful and raw, from the way he moved, to the way sweet sounds glided past your lips. Neither of you could breathe, the pleasure too great for any other sensation.

It did not take long for you both to reach your breaking point. The King of Dreams, however, was an exceptionally proud man, and he would never allow himself to feel his release before you. Your pleasure was paramount in his mind, nothing else mattered.

"I can feel you tightening, my love," he said softly. "I know you are close."

You nodded, unable to speak.

"I need to feel your pleasure, my darling, please. Let go for me."

As if all you needed was his permission, you suddenly tumbled into an ocean of pleasure, each movement sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body until your mind was clouded with nothing but him. "Morpheus," you gasped.

Your husband groaned loudly, the love-drunk way you spoke his name enough to give him his own release. His hips faltered and his breath caught in his chest as he emptied within you, giving you all he had to offer.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of you, covering your body in his own. Your arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close to you, one hand gently running your fingers through his hair. You kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his skin against yours.

"I could stay here until the end of time," he whispered.

You smiled. "I would allow it."

He chuckled and kissed your skin softly. He seemed to realize suddenly that his full body weight was on top of you and he lifted himself up slightly. "Am I hurting you, my love?"

"No," you insisted, tightening your grip on him. "I quite like this feeling."

He smiled and settled back down against you, content to let you hold him close. He preferred to be the one holding you, to always be the one in charge, but in the comfort of his own room, he dropped his guard and let you take the reins. It was yet another way he reminded you of his love. There was no one else in existence with whom he would show such vulnerability, and it was a gift you cherished more than anything else he could ever give you.

[deadqueerboys]

It stays! - Dream x Male! Reader

(Short one shot)

"Babe, are you serious?" M/n blushes, covering his face with his hands as he tries not to look at his boyfriend. He giggles with shame and humor.

"Yes! The cat beanie stays during the sex!" Dream smiles, he looks so confident, it's actually really funny. Well, they're half naked, his warm and big hands around his boyfriend's waist and his bulge totally grinding against M/n's.

"The adhd urge.." He whispers, still smiling at the ridiculous situation. M/n wraps his arms around Dream and brings him close, kissing him with no hesitation, making it long and passionate enough to make him starve for it.

"Actually, is the audhd urge." He corrects, giggling too while he bury his hips against M/n's, causing them both to moan.

[eml0tz]

DREAM SMUT RN

OKAY SMUT UNDER CUTTTT

I was sat in the passenger seat of my boyfriend and i wasn’t even paying attention to him we were driving back home since he is so popular after his face reveal

i look around to him and see him driving, it makes me feel something seeing his legs bending basically folded because he was too big for the car maybe too big for me but that won’t stop me

before thinking i put my hand on his thigh just above his knee he quickly looks down to see what i’m trying to do as i move my hand up close to his fly

“Baby-“ Clay whispers as he turns the steering wheel to go to the side of the road because he knows where this is going

before i can do anything my seat belt is off and i being pulled into clays lap facing him as he plants his hand on my hips moving up and down

“Your so gorgeous baby” he says muffled when he kisses my neck guiding my hips onto his lap as i moan from the friction and how his mouth drags against my collar bone

he then moved my top in all different ways to get to my tits i still him to roll my hips to get him to put himself inside me

“Please fuck me Clay i will get my tits out during” i say whining

“Your so fucking mouthy” he replies but pops his button and opens his fly then takes everything from my bottom half off

he then pulls his boxers down enough to get his hard dick out and moves his other hand to my hips and holding his dick lining me up

whilst he does that i take off my top and bra he then sinks into me as we both moan and his eyes latch onto my boobs and his mouth latches onto my nipples and laths them with a flat tongue

i start to bounce and he thrusts from under neath

i stare down at him to see his eyes closed with frowned brows and his mouth around my tits

“please clay-“ i moan out probably about to say something else but it would end up me pleading him

he reads my body and keeps pounding and pops off my boobs to kiss me i kiss back as much i can moaning into his mouth as he bounces me in his lap even though i’m used to it the stretch is an uncomfortable pleasure

“i’m so close daddy please-ple-“ i’m cut of by a moan when he only gets faster and i hear his breathing get heavier and my orgasm approaches faster than expected

as i cress over resting my head onto his shoulder and milk his dick i can feel him getting closer hearing his low moans

i feel slightly fuller when he lets out a guttural moan

he pulls my head up and rests his head on mine and kisses me

“i love you so much angel” he admits

“i love you so much more” i reply

[dreamljve]

Am I being good, mommy?

dream x reader

summary: you're dream's girlfriend and you want him to call you mommy but he's a cocky asshole

warnings: NSFW, afab reader, switch but mainly sub!reader, switch but mainly dom!dream, mommy kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), "good boy", use of word slut, degradation, overstimulation if you squint, breeding kink, use of dream’s real name, thigh riding, just pure filth

wc: 2004

A/N: I have never written smut before be nice to me (but criticisms are welcome and appreciated:)) also I had fun writing this so if you like it and want to submit requests that'd be cool!! 

minors go away

“You have to be kidding me.” Clay shook his head in disbelief and ran his hands through his hair.

“Clay, I’m serious.” You rubbed the back of your neck so you’d have something to do with your hands– you had never felt so uncomfortable before.

Clay was the dominant one in your relationship. He is overprotective, territorial, and always knows what he wants. He calls the shots, every time. Because of this, it took you forever to ask him to call you mommy. You were submissive, and weren’t entirely sure if you really wanted to dom, but this was something that stayed in the back of your mind– and you’ll never know if you don’t try.

“So, let me get this straight,” Two of Clay’s fingers found their way to his temple, “you want me to call you mommy?” He took a step towards you.

You looked up at him, suddenly feeling smaller than you had ever felt. Clay normally towered over you, but the difference seemed to be bigger than ever. “Yeah,” you choke out, “I do.”

Clay smirked as he continued walking towards you. You hadn’t even realized you were backing away from him until your knees buckled once they hit your shared bed. You couldn’t read him, you had no idea what was going through his head. You sat on the bed and looked down, avoiding the gaze of your boyfriend.

Clay grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. This was not what you anticipated when you imagined your boyfriend calling you mommy. The green in his eyes was practically nonexistent as his pupils grew to an impossible size. He let go of your face,

“Well, mommy,” his cockiness never left his voice, “boss me around then. Do you want me to be your good boy?” He fell down to his knees and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “You want me to make you feel good?”

You felt a pool form in between your legs. You sat here with your eyes wide, unsure of how to even respond. You opened your mouth to speak but only a whimper came out.

Clay laughed at you, “Aw, cat got your tongue?” He hooked his two index fingers around your underwear, slowly pulling them down as he kissed up your thighs, never looking away from you. “You gotta talk to me mommy, wanna be good for you.”

“Clay, please I–” you looked down at him taking off your underwear at an agonizing rate, they hadn’t even passed your knees yet.

“I don’t think a mommy is supposed to beg.” His movements halted and the right side corner of his mouth raised.

How is it you’re supposed to be the dominant one but he still has complete control over you? You still couldn’t say anything; you were almost certain he could hear your heart beating. You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself. You tried to fake confidence, “You’re doing an awful lot of talking, you should really put that mouth to good use.”

His eyes widened so slightly you weren’t sure that they actually did. He pulled your underwear off the rest of the way and pulled your shirt (which was actually his shirt) up to reveal more of your stomach. He continued kissing up your thighs, his left hand gripped your hip so firmly you were sure you’d have bruises there in the morning. His mouth finally reached the spot where you needed him most. It was like he was waiting for a cue. You analyzed the situation in your head for a second and realized he was getting ready to make a snarky remark, so you grabbed his hair and forced him to make contact. He moaned into your cunt, immediately putting his tongue to work. You felt his tongue dip into you, covering itself in your slick. He then licks up your slit, and takes a second to suck on your sensitive clit. You didn’t even realize your eyes were closed until you looked down to see green eyes staring back at you, wide like puppy eyes. He brought one of his fingers up to your heat, circling your desperate hole. You could feel a smirk begin to form on his face. He pulled his face away from you.

“Am I being good, mommy?” His lips were red and his hair was disheveled from the grip you had him in. He had two fingers in you, making a steady “come hither” motion. His fingers continuously grazed your gspot. Every time you opened your mouth to respond, he would press against your gspot the tiniest bit harder. “Sorry mommy, I didn’t get that. What were you trying to say?” He latched his mouth back onto you, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. One of his hands reached up your shirt, lightly pinching your right nipple. He pinched and twisted it, just the way you like. You can feel the knot in your stomach forming, begging to be released. You knew if you came on Clay’s mouth he would win. It took all of your strength but you managed to pull your body away from him. The harsh release on your nipple stung and the loss of contact immediately stole your orgasm away, but you knew you hadn’t given him the upper hand back.

“Take your clothes off,” You looked at Clay and demanded. He immediately ripped his shirt off and you did the same. You laid back and rested on your forearms as your boyfriend worked at his belt. Just as he was about to take his underwear off you interfered, “leave them.”

Clay retracted his hands from the waistband of his boxers and put them up in defeat. He looked down at you as you opened your mouth to speak, “Come here, baby.”

He climbed on top of you, his left hand held his weight towards the left of your head, his right began working at your nipples again. He took his hand away for a second to grab your face and force you to look at him, he kissed you aggressively. Your kiss was sloppy and desperate. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled away and began kissing down to your neck. He repositioned himself so his right knee was between your legs, begging to make contact with your wetness.

“Why don’t you use my thigh to get off, mommy?” He muttered against your neck, “Use me.” You moaned out loud, the result of a mixture of his words and the feeling of him leaving hickeys scattered across your neck. “Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re my mommy.”

You brought your hips down slightly to connect with his thigh and you began grinding on it. His boxers provided the perfect friction, and it only made you wetter when you realized how much of your slick now seeped into the fabric. He began kissing down to your chest and latched onto your left nipple as his hand worked the other. You let out a guttural moan, overwhelmed with pleasure. You looked down at him when you felt an extra sharp pinch, only to be met with the view of your nipple between his teeth. You could feel his tongue swipe across the sensitive nub every so often.

“Clay, I’m close,” Your hips began to involuntarily speed up as your moaning became louder and more frequent– you were positive his roommates could hear you.

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my thigh, baby?” He released your nipple to bring his face to level with yours, looking directly into your eyes. “Cum, show me I’ve been a good boy for you.”

Your release was instantaneous, “Fuck, Clay–” you muttered between gasps, “Fuck.”

Clay guided your hips as you came down from your high, gripping them tightly. Your chest was heaving as you began to process what just happened. You half anticipated on being done; Clay had other plans.

Clay stood up and pulled down his boxers to reveal his throbbing dick. You were so caught up with how you felt you completely neglected your boyfriend. You turned your body around and got on your hands and knees in front of him. You reach for him to put him in your mouth and Clay laughs, “So desperate for my cock,” He intertwined his fingers in your hair, lightly grabbing it, “go on then if you want to be a slut, mommy.” He didn’t give you time to react before he shoved himself in your mouth, “Relax mommy, it’s me.” You take a deep breath through your nose and try to relax your throat. “Atta girl.” Your nose touched Clay’s stomach as you took him in.

He kept hold of your hair and started rocking his hips back and forth, throwing his head back and groaning. “Fuck, you take me so well.” You swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick and continued sucking, all of your energy going to making him feel good.

“Where can I cum, mommy?” Clay pulled back on your hair, forcing your mouth off of his cock. “Do you want me to cum down your throat?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. His face was red and sweaty. “Or I could cum on your tits?” The hand that grabbed your chin reached down to roughly tug on your nipple. He then shoved you so your back laid flat against the bed. He, again, grabbed your hips and pulled you towards the edge of the bed. He grabbed his dick and slapped it against your sex, “Or I could really make you a mommy,” He took the tip of his dick and slipped it into you, but left it at only the tip, “I could cum in your cunt and stay there, you’d have no choice but to take my cum.” You involuntarily squeezed his tip at the words. He chuckled at you, “Aw, is that what you want? You want me to make you a mommy?”

“Please” is the only word you could manage to get out, but it’s the only word he needed to hear. He shoved the entirety of his length inside you, bottoming out. “Fuck, baby.”

You were overwhelmed with the feeling of him, you looked up at him and saw a God. His head was thrown back and his mouth was hanging open, desperate for air. His fingers dug into your hips, completely immobilizing you. The chain he wore around his neck and the hair surrounding his hairline were glistening with his sweat. He was ethereal. He took one of his hands and lightly pressed down on your stomach, he wanted to feel himself in you as he thrusted at an inhuman pace. The feeling of him pressing against you was enough to push you over the edge, you didn’t even get the chance to tell him you were close. Your back arched and you moaned loudly, the rush of euphoria completely dominating your body.

Clay laughed at you, “Did you just cum?” You couldn’t have answered him even if you wanted to. “Such a slutty mommy,” He grabbed your right nipple and tugged, “Couldn’t even tell me you were going to cum. Is that how good I make you feel?” His thrusts began to stutter, letting you know he was close. “I’m gonna fucking cum. Gonna fill you up and make you mine.”

Clay released into you, you felt his warm cum invade your cunt, you almost felt like you finish again from that alone. He slowed his movements until he eventually stopped, taking a second before pulling out of you. He leaned over to kiss you. “I love you.” He said in between kisses.

“I love you too,” You smiled against one of your kisses. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, you took a second to smile at each other.

“That was so good I almost called you dream.”

[kittybuggy]

Public Sex | Dream

Dream has ALWAYS had a fascination for fucking out in public, doing anything to get you flustered and dripping for him while in the store or just simply clothes shopping.

This particular day, he had bought a Bluetooth vibrator that he can control from his phone, and he wanted you to wear it out while you guys went out to dinner. You happily obliged, helping him work yourself open to slip the toy inside. While you were getting ready, he turns it on, causing your knees to buckle and your hands to grip the counter so hard you feared it would break. A whine slipped past your lips, then the vibrations stopped.

"Don't cum until I say so. I want to enjoy tonight" he growls with a smirk.

Throughout dinner, he would turn it on and turn the vibrations up and down, forcing you to hide your face in his side and grip his jacket. You came twice before the food even came out, not really meaning to but everything felt so nice you couldn't help it.

He adored how red your face was, how your thighs were rubbing together and how your core twitched when you hit another orgasm. You could barely even pick up your fork to eat without shaking like a leaf from overstimulation.

"Let's go home. I'll give you a reward for how good you've been tonight"

[celestialking]

Cerulean BAT

Pairing: gn!reader , Dream

Warnings: gn!, music during, light hair tugging, real name usage,

An: welcome back to day 2 >:) also I'm not editing

You had been taking a nap upstairs while the boys were watching something down. The first few days had been tiring you were almost like a babysitter to the crazy trio.

Did you know you were about to be interrupted napwise? No.

Dream slammed open his studio door, laptop in hand.

"Wake up babe, you know what time it is?"

"Dinner?" You mumbled sitting up. Attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes you caught his shit eating grin out of the corner of your eye.

"Nope, Sex,"

"What?"

He ignored you clicking play on his laptop and set it down on his laptop. It took a few moments to recognize the music but by the time you had he was a few strides closer.

Cbat. Cbat was playing from this asshole's speaker.

"Dream!" You shrieked as he grasped your ankle. "You are not fucking me to that," you screamed trying to playfully kick him away.

He, himself, is trying not to wheeze. His hands grasped your waist pulling you closer. "But babe-"

"Absolutely not!" You giggled pushing his chest gently. "Dream was taken. No,"

If you listened hard enough you could hear the other two's giggles down the hall.

"You're right," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I accidentally put the wrong song on, one second baby,"

Dream pulled away, fingers twitching.

You watched him move over to his laptop typing a few things.

"Just wait for the ad," he grinned moving into the small bed with you. He had cornered you up against wall of the space, smiling as you wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders.

"Multi-millionaire Dream can't even pay for youtube to get no ads?" Your fingers scratched into his hair tugging lightly.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head back slightly. Just as your lips brushed against his throat the music begun playing.

"Du du du du,"

Your grip in his hair turned harsher. "Clay,"

He stiffled a small noise. "Yes my love?"

"You're not fucking me to your Manhunt music playlist,"

He grinned lazily at you. "Not even once,"

"I'll tell you what, you win your IRL Manhunt and I'll let you,"

His head snapped to you quickly.

"Careful! You're gonna get whipla-"

"I'm going to win,"

"I was joking-"

A/n vol 2: trick or treat bitchessss, you got trick, This fic is just lighthearted and a joke, and not the real day 2- Cerulean Bat? CBat?🤭 I'm so funny /j you can thank 🐦- all their fault /lh (the real day 2 didn't get finished cause of the face reveal I hope you understand♡)

[cosmictapestry]

the dream x reader girlies don't even objectify him correctly imo. all this bullshti about how he's dominant suave sultry whatever unsexy word. nothing about his cock. nothing about him being 7 inches even uncut 6 inch girth straight as an arrow no curvature even diameter from root to tip like a funcking pringles can hard in seconds leaks profusely twitches at the slightest provocation cums quick cums hard no refractory minimal veins unless you put a ring on him turns bright pink big heavy balls low sweat index high smell index loose foreskin EVERYTHING pulsing twitching clenching when he cums and the biggest load you've ever fucking seen

[shadowuqueen]

does anyone know the author or fic name: its about sapnap being i love with dreams gf, and dream goes away on a trip and hears reader like touching herself while on ft with dream, and the second part of the fic is sapnap eating out reader while dream watchesz

[120-slut]

dream smut . female reader

dom dream does things to me ///-///

your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.

dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.

it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.

while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.

“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.

you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.

dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.

he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.

you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.

he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.

“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”

the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”

“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.

you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”

“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: C for Cockwarming

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

Notes: ~770 words, I kinda gave up after a while. Well maybe didn't give up but like "Well that's about it" and then called it good. Not my longest work but, still hot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, public intercourse (no one bats an eye though), slight humiliation, GN! reader, penetrative intercourse

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You conceal your face further as another voice follows, your hands clutched desperately onto Dream’s jacket lapel. Your face was thoroughly red, from embarrassment or greedy pleasure, you’re not entirely sure. Beneath you, Dream is going about his business as he addresses the audience for the day. All while completely ignoring your shaking form sitting on him, cock deep and pulsing within your walls. 

Ever since he escaped from the Burgess Manor a few months ago, he has not been able to keep his hands off of you. At first, it was a welcomed touch. You had missed him for those 106 years just as he missed you. But, after a while, it got a bit ridiculous. 

He followed you around like a lost puppy, hands never leaving your waist, lips wandering from lips to neck to chest. And like teenagers in love, sneaking you between crevices and aisles to have a few fast minutes of “fun time” just to satiate his touch. You had your own responsibilities to tend to, especially after the heart of the Dreaming came back. You feel as if you would have gotten a lot more done if he hadn’t always pulled you back into bed after the first few rounds of passionate lovemaking during the waking hours. 

In a desperate conversation, you asked for space so you could get a few things done. Morpheus wasn’t at all pleased with it, as he isn’t with most things that aren’t in his control. But, for his lover? He will permit it, after one more act. 

Which is how you got here, scandally clad, arms tucked between your two chests as he talks to the Dreaming residents and your arousal soaking his pants. You felt like a top teetering on top of a highly sprung string, suspended from undeniably perfect pleasure and something not quite. What made it even more unbearable is how you could feel Dream’s smugness radiating off him. 

He had a possessive hand on your lower back, something like insurance so you couldn’t easily get off him when you thought it would be too much. The other was resting on the arm of his throne as he keeps his kingly appearance. 

“Yes, that sounds like a plausible idea,” He agrees to something you weren’t paying attention to. “What do you think, darling?” 

When he asks, he shifts in his seat and his cock moves within you, just slightly. It had the promise of pleasure but was stopped short by how little he moved in you. A mixture of a whine and whimper escapes despite your bitten lip. You only respond by nodding once, barely a tick of the head. A chuckle from Dream bounces you, barely, and just like before, barely gives you the pleasure you seek. 

“If my equal agrees then you have my permission.” His free hand shoos away the resident.

When they turn, he runs a finger down your spine and asks you another question. 

“Had enough yet, my love? Or can you go for more?” It was completely condescending, to speak to you in an “I told you so” kind of tone. And even though you were practically begging at the seams of your body for some sort of friction or release of any kind, you are just as stubborn as your King. 

“No, you can keep… going!” Your last word came out as a small squeal as he suddenly thrusts up into your weeping cunt. Your eyes roll to the back as you throw your head back with a moan that flows through the air. The open air ceiling seems to taunt you and you’re sure every dream and nightmare of the realm can hear the lewd noise you just made. The statues that were carved along the column of the room seem to turn their eyes towards the two of you, making you feel all the more exposed to Morpheus’ actions.

“Very well, let us keep going.” He lays back in his chair and his legs spread further, in turn spreading you further for him as well.

You unceremoniously sink further down on him and you’re left panting into his neck. You’re close to tears at the teasing and under stimulation you were receiving. Oh, what wouldn’t you do to have your king’s full attention on you instead of living off the scraps of his shifting movements and lazy fingers stroking circles on your hip. 

“Bring the next audience in,” Dream commands, and the doors open again. 

“You are cruel, my king,” You barely sob into his body. 

“Not as cruel as you might think,” He quips with a pinch to the supple of your hip. 

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At the peak hours of 1:47 AM, Layla bought the entire 3,000 page series of The Sandman but said that it was free cause her tax refunds came back.

Good thing her major is not in finances.

♡ Yours, Layla

[fatecantstopme]

Hi 👋 can I please  request Dream x reader. The reader tries to stop Dream & desire from fighting & it ends in sumt. Thanks 🫣 👉👈🫣

A/N: I hope this is what you’re looking for! 💜

Dream's Desire

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

Summary: Being married to an Endless is not an easy task on a good day, it’s especially difficult when you’re caught in the middle of a fight between two of them.

Warnings: angst, fighting/arguing, bit of fluff, use of pet names, smut. unprotected sex (P in V), oral (F receiving).

You never thought you would be here, sitting at a table in the waking world, having dinner with not one, not two, but four Endless. Morpheus had not wanted to come, but you'd insisted, wanting to meet at least some of his siblings.

It was no surprise to you, nor anyone else, that Dream was in a rather foul mood this evening. It was not that he did not wish to be around his siblings, more so that he wished to keep you as far away from them as possible. At least from two of them.

You hit it off with Death immediately. She was not a difficult woman to get along with and you instantly felt comfortable with her, despite having never met her before. She was also the only sibling Dream felt comfortable allowing you to be around. It would be ironic if it were not so sad.

Dream had told you nothing of his siblings, save their names and a one sentence explanation of how he felt about them. Death was his dearest sibling, whom he loved very much. Despair was simply difficult to be around, given her constant deep sorrow. It was Desire that Dream clearly disliked, though he would not explain why. He simply said, “We do not get along,” with no other explanation. He said it with such a tone of finality, you opted to drop the subject instead of instigating an argument.

You had been married to Dream for several years, but in that time he had never once allowed you to meet any of his siblings. This dinner was Death’s idea, which she proposed in the hopes of getting to meet the woman her brother loved. You only knew of the invitation because Dream was so annoyed by it. Your insistence was enough to make him acquiesce, though begrudgingly.

“More wine?” the server asked as he came up to the table, interrupting the conversation.

“Please,” you said with a smile, the others following suit.

When the server left, Desire took the opportunity to ask you a question. “(Y/N), I must ask you, what made you marry my brother?”

“Desire!” Death quipped, a pointed look gracing her features.

“I am simply curious, sister.”

“Yeah, what made you like him?” Despair asked.

You looked at Dream, who at this moment had such a strong grip on his glass you worried he would shatter it, and laid your hand gently on his arm. The motion seemed to sooth him and his grip lessened.

“Love,” you said simply, addressing Desire directly. “The purest of all emotions.”

“Hmm,” Desire hummed. “Interesting. I was unaware a mortal could fall in love with an Endless without certain…issues arising.”

“Issues?” you asked.

“Desire,” Dream said in a warning tone.

They shrugged as if they could not be bothered by Dream’s warning. “Mortals do not simply fall in love with us. They are made to fall in love with us.”

You looked confused. “As in created for?”

Desire shook their head. “No, my dear. Made as in forced.”

Dream could contain his anger no longer. “Silence, Desire. I will not have you upsetting her.”

You were quick to defend, “Darling, I am not upset. I simply wish to understand.”

“I do not think this is a good topic of conversation for dinner,” Death cut in gently.

Despair, on the other hand, chose to stir the pot, an action she likely learned from her twin. “Who made her love him, Desire?”

“Oh my sweet twin, what an excellent question,” they looked at Dream as they spoke, golden eyes filled with a mischievous glint that made you deeply uncomfortable. “It is not love she feels, it is desire. I made her want him.”

Before you could react, or even so much as blink, Dream was out of his seat and standing behind Desire, yanking their head back to look into his hardened gaze. “You would do well to be silent, Desire,” he growled lowly.

“Dream!” you said worriedly, standing from your chair. You began to move towards him, but Death’s hand on your arm stopped you.

“You do not want to get in the middle of an Endless fight, (Y/N),” she warned.

You looked at your husband’s face and determined he was the angriest you had ever seen him. “Dream,” you said softly, trying to pierce through his hardened exterior.

“You will not speak her name, you will not even think it, or you will face my wrath. Do you understand me?” Dream said angrily.

Desire’s lips curled into a smug smile. “Oh I would not dream of it, brother.”

In the moment of silence that followed, you saw the emotion that fueled Dream’s rage: fear. It was a fear you did not quite understand at first. “Let them go, Dream,” you said firmly.

Dream’s eyes flitted up to meet yours, confirming your suspicions: he was afraid. As if your brain was a few moments behind, it finally clicked into place, and his fears became apparent.

“Desire did not make me love you, Dream. That is not within their power. Even if they are the cause of my initial attraction, the love I have for you is because of you, not some outside influence.”

Dream’s hold on Desire’s hair slackened, allowing the other Endless to regain their poise. “I suppose you will never know, will you?” Desire asked with another smug expression.

“I know,” you insisted. “That is what matters.”

Dream watched you, eyes swimming with emotions, emotions he dared not express in front of others, least of all his siblings.

“Dream?” you asked gently.

He seemed to regain his composure, and moved towards you, hand reaching for yours almost by instinct. “Perhaps we should return to The Dreaming,” he said softly.

You nodded. “I think that would be wise.” You turned to acknowledge Death, but did not spare a second glance for either of the twins. “Let’s go home.”

Dream took your hand in his and guided you to the door, neither of you turning back to look at the three Endless, one of which seemed quite annoyed at the turn of events.

Once you were outside, Dream pulled you close, and the two of you disappeared into a swirl of sand, only to reappear on the shores of The Dreaming.

“Dream?” you ask gently when you feel him pull away from you.

“I think it would be wise for us to discuss this evening’s events,” he said softly, not quite meeting your gaze.

“There’s nothing to discuss, my love.”

He looked up at you in surprise. “Do you not wish to know if Desire is the cause of your affection?”

You shook your head. “I know why I love you, Morpheus. You are my heart and soul. I couldn’t possibly love anyone the way I love you.”

He always loved to hear you say his name, it was somehow calming amidst the chaos of life. This time was no different, although he had to admit he found a deeper appreciation for it in the moment.

You stepped towards him, reaching out in the hopes that he would take your hand. When he did, you smiled warmly, the love that you felt so deeply was reflected in his face as he regarded you.

“May I show my love to you?” you asked softly.

Dream looked confused for a moment, not quite understanding what you meant.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” he answered immediately.

You smiled. “Take me to our room, darling.”

Realization dawned on his handsome face and he offered you a small smirk before pulling you close. You blinked slowly, eyes opening to find yourself in the middle of your bedroom. You reached up and touched his chest, eyes searching for any trepidation in his. Seeing none, you slipped your hands beneath his coat, sliding it gently off his shoulders. The dream lord shrugged the coat off, ignoring it as it fell to the floor.

“I don’t ever want you to question my love for you,” you whispered.

“I am sorry, beloved. It is difficult for me to understand how someone so perfect could possibly love someone like me.”

“That’s nonsense,” you insisted. “You’re basically a god. I’m nothing in comparison.”

He grabbed your face and held your gaze with intensity. “You are everything, my love. Never belittle yourself in my presence again or I shall have to remind you of your worth.”

You smiled warmly. “My apologies, Morpheus.”

His hands slid from your cheeks to your waist, allowing him to pull you closer. “You are forgiven, my darling.” He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, loving kiss.

“I want to show you how much I love you, Morpheus. Please.”

“How would you wish to do that?”

You could tell by the mischievous glint in his eyes that he knew exactly how you planned to do it, but it was clear he simply wanted to hear you say it.

“I’m going to touch every inch of your skin, worship your body the way you deserve. I’m going to give you more pleasure than you can handle. And I’m going to make love to you for hours…until you can’t think of anything but me.”

His breath was already ragged as he watched you, pupils dilating with desire. “You are already all I think about.”

You chuckled lightly. “I believe you, but I’d like to make sure of it. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“I would never say no to you, beloved. Especially when you ask so sweetly.”

“Good,” you breathed out before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to you, lips hungrily latching onto his.

Despite being an Endless, Dream could be exceptionally impatient. He loved the feeling of your hands against his body, soft and gentle against his skin. He could not stand another moment without that feeling.

In the blink of an eye, your clothes simply melted away along with his, bodies completely bare against each other. "Impatient, are we?" you teased lightly.

"Only for you, my love."

You smiled, running your fingers through his unruly black hair, reveling in the softness of his locks. He moaned softly against your lips, always enjoying the way you played with his hair.

Moments later, you found yourself on your back, the lord of dreams hovering over you, kissing your neck softly. You weren't surprised by the quick turn of events, you knew who you'd married.

"Darling, I believe I was supposed to be reminding you of my love," you said softly, voice breathy.

He lifted his head just long enough to say, "I can feel your love with each touch, beloved. I wish only to ensure you can feel mine."

You sighed happily as his lips reattached themselves to your skin. You knew how the Endless felt about you, you'd always known. From the moment you'd looked into his starlit eyes, you knew.

Morpheus preferred to worship you like the queen you were. He would allow you moments of dominance when you preferred it, but only to please you. It was not that he wished to control you, only to ensure you received as much pleasure as possible and that your pleasure came from him and him alone.

His lips moved slowly down your body, taking care to touch every sensitive spot he came across. He knew where they all were of course, having discovered them many years prior.

When he reached his desired destination, you let out a small whine, anticipation and desperation filling the sound.

His dark eyes flickered up to yours. "What is it my darling?" He knew very well what you wanted, but he always did enjoy teasing you.

"Morpheus, please," you whimpered.

The dream lord smiled, deciding to take pity on you and give you all that you desired. After all, the purpose of this particular activity was to ensure you felt loved.

He lowered his head and began to feast upon you in such a manner that all the air was stolen from your lungs. You could not breathe, nor think; all you could do was feel.

"Morpheus," you gasped, tendrils of pleasure snaking up and down your body.

He did not stop, nor did he slow, until your body began to shake and your moans filled the room. He allowed you to pull him up by his hair as the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you.

"May I return the favor?" you asked softly against his lips as he kissed you.

"Hmm," he hummed. "As much as I would love to feel your lips around me, I would much rather make love to you. I fear I cannot wait much longer."

You smiled as you touched his face gently. "I think I'm okay with that."

He returned your smile, hands slowly caressing your soft curves. He bent his head, tracing the hills and valleys of your body with his lips. "So soft," he whispered reverently. "So beautiful."

Every moment with Dream was always special, every second in his arms pleasurable, but there was something so uniquely wonderful about this moment--something that was beyond words.

You had promised to worship him, provide him unimaginable pleasure, but instead you found yourself the worshiped one. Every touch of his hands, kiss of lips, and movement of his body brought you to the highest of pleasures.

Dream lined up his body with yours, eyes flickering to your face as if asking permission to continue. Your hips shifted slightly, eyes locked on his, silently begging him to give you what you both craved.

Your back arched off the bed as he entered you, soft whimpers of his name leaving your mouth like a prayer. There was nothing like making love to an Endless--and Dream was deeply passionate, even for an Endless.

Your mortal body had never felt anything remotely close to what Dream could do to you, no Earthly pleasure could ever compare. He knew your body, your soul--knew how to bring you to the edge and make you fall over and over again.

By the time Dream neared his own release, you were completely spent, body practically vibrating from the onslaught of delicious pleasure you'd been experiencing.

"Beloved," he whispered into your skin as his hips began to falter. You clenched around him, earning a low moan from deep in his chest. He gasped your name as he spilled his seed within you, body shaking with tremendous pleasure.

As he always did after making love to you, Dream gently cleaned your body. He could have simply used magic to do so, but there was something wonderfully reverent about using his own hands to cleanse you. Besides, he would use any excuse to touch your soft skin, your perfect body.

"Do you feel loved, my darling?" Dream asked softly as he laid down beside you.

You turned your head to face him, a small smile dancing across your lips. "You always make me feel loved, Morpheus."

He matched your expression as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

"I hope you know I love you just as much," you whispered.

He nodded. "I was foolish to ever think otherwise."

You smiled. "As long as you admit it."

"You are a tease, dear wife, but I would not have it any other way."

When Dream kissed you, you swore you could feel the love of an entire universe pouring into your soul. You would never tire of his presence, his gentle touch, nor his love, and in that moment you knew he would sooner burn his realm to the ground than stop loving you.

[grace122]

reader flashing dream through out the day while he is busy

YES(i might have got a little bit carried away LMAOO)

that man would clench his jaw so tight especially if he’s on a business call, you’d pull up your shirt flashing your tits and playing with them slightly while looking at him with eager eyes. He’d mouth “stop it” before clenching his jaw and looking away, you’d giggle before leaving him to finish his call and after he’s done you better be ready because he’s coming for you. He’d walk through the house searching for you “where’s y/n” you’d hear him mumbling to sapnap “uh i don’t know dude i think she’s in the master bedroom, why?” sapnap asks clearly clueless “don’t worry about it” dream says starting to walk towards the room.

You’d jump on the bed getting under the covers closing your eye’s thinking if you pretend to be asleep maybe you can get out of a punishment but of course that doesn’t work, dream comes in and rips the covers off you without a care in the world “time to wake up” he says dragging you to the end of the bed by your ankles causing you to yelp and giggle “stop fucking with me y/n i swear to god, now pull up that top and show me those tits again” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[eml0tz]

Could you write something about dream edging the reader while eating them out

Also just to let you know I absolutely adore your writing!! it’s so amazing!! 🫶😊

UHM OFC I CAN (sorry if this is was delayed i seem to run away when i post something and i don’t check my notifs, so very sorry)

and thank you so so much!! i try my best

smut undercut!!

My hands are tight of his dark blonde locs pulling his hair every time i get close to releasing on his tongue

but that’s the thing he won’t let me cum on his mouth every time i grip the sheets and pull his hair ride his tongue and arch as far as i can he pulls away or slows down and distracts me by talking

“cmon baby i want you to cum on my face” he says smug as i roll my eyes at him almost sobbing

“stop pulling away when i’m close” i reply pouty as i sigh when he connects his mouth back onto my bundle of nerves just to shut my bratty mouth up

my orgasm approaches quicker and it’s obvious i’m close even if i don’t say anything which i don’t just to see if he knows

he does and pulls away again and latches onto my tits and laps his tongue on my nipple

“Clay-“ i moan out but he bites down to stop whatever i have to say

“Be quiet, baby.” he says

i listen, falling silent, and letting my head relax onto the pillows with a thump as he drags his body back between my legs and i pray he will let me cum

his tongue drags painfully slow through my folds and i feel the tears fall over my eyes as he stimulates me and uses his finger to rub my clit

“Clay— plea—“ he cuts off my words when he pulls away from my thighs and i whine

“I said be quiet baby, then i’ll let you cum.” Clay breathes out

i arch as he moves back and stimulates me enough so i can cum whilst i reach my climax i start to cry as the long awaited orgasm is not stopped by Clay this time

i let out a relieved sigh whilst i arch and ride his tongue as my whole body pulls tight Clay guides me through it helping me catch my breath staying between my legs for a bit longer just kitten licking to clean us my pussy

“Your so fucking mouthy” he says kissing my stomach resting his head on my chest

i sigh petting his head

“what are you going to do about it daddy?” i say feeling mischievous

it was a very long night after that..