#The sandman x male reader

[lazycats-stuff]

Main Masterlist

Sandman (Netflix)

Sandman (Morpheus)

The Corinthian

Lucifer

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Bruce Wayne

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Batfamily

Clark Kent

Ra's Al Ghul

COD MWII

Poly/Platonic/Monogamous 141 and Los Vaqueros

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The New Heir

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

[hopelessrromantix]

kinktober day 1 - somnphilia

somno obviously, not much prep, not gendered but reader has a dick

cis women dni

“Morpheus?”

Silence.

What a rare sight, Morpheus actually letting himself rest.

He was surely somewhere in the Dreaming. He was much weaker asleep than he was awake, but it meant he had to let himself relax. Mostly because he couldn’t perform his usual duties while sleeping himself.

Usually you wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep, but upon finding out that Morpheus can still feel what happens to his body he was practically begging for this.

You started small, light touches that hopefully wouldn't alert him. If anything he'd think you were shifting in your sleep. Your hands skimmed his hips and brushed his collarbone, not enough to give away your plans.

His back was against your chest, his body more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. His clothes were much lighter, though still the signature black color you never saw him without.

The small touches didn't go unnoticed, but they didn't disturb him either. Perfect.

You grew a bit more daring, sliding your fingers into your own mouth before dipping your hand into his pants.

Your finger softly traced the rim of his hole before dipping in, stretching him slowly. No noise so far, but time was sure to be limited before Morpheus decided to come back.

You dipped another finger in slowly, eventually adding a third. Soft moans came out of his mouth, just above a whisper.

You fully slid down his pants, lining yourself up and sinking into him slowly.

That elicited a much louder moan, and for a moment you were certain he'd woken up.

Still nothing. Wherever Morpheus was in the Dreaming, it seemed like he was having fun with this too.

Given the lack of intervention, you stopped being subtle.

Your hips snapped into his, forcing your cock deeper into him. He was tight around you, slowly clenching as you continued to fuck into him.

"Is this your idea of relaxing?"

His voice surprised you, though it sounded strained. You slammed your hips against him again, prompting a much louder moan.

"Well I was having fun," you smirked. "Couldn't help fucking you when you look so pretty."

You grabbed his hips, changing your position. You knelt behind him, facing him into the pillow as you kept going.

He whined at the compliment. "Touch me?" He pleaded, voice breaking slightly with each thrust.

"Ask nicely." You pulled him back onto your cock, thrusting forward at the same time. He let out a much louder whine.

"Touch me please? Please?"

You chuckled at the eager sound of his begging.

"No, sweetheart. You can cum on my cock alone, can't you baby?"

His whine was more like a whimper this time.

"I want an answer." You clarified, stopping your hips.

"Yes, I'll cum without you touching me." He responded, trying to drive his hips back.

"Good boy."

You were going to drive him mad.

[gaypirate420]

Moonshine and Starlight //Dream*

Dream* of the Endless x witch!GN!reader.

Summary: Morpheus helps you sleep.

Angst/Fluff. Dream and Reader being divorced..

A/N: Probably ooc because I haven't written for my husband for so long.

"What's the matter, Matthew?" The words of the King of Dreams echoed through the wide halls of the entrance to his palace.

The Dream Lord found his raven very busy in another matter, that being melting onto your touch while he nuzzled on your lap.

"We have a visitor, my lord." Was all the raven could respond as your gentle fingers brushed down the feathers of his head making him caw.

"Why are you here?" He asked not really knowing what tone should he use with you.

"I'm afraid I'm not here because I wanted to see you, but because I have a problem with dreams, my lord." You said mockingly as you caressed the feather's of the new raven before standing up and meeting his star filled eyes and long figure, those black ropes dripping down the marble floor.

"Enlighten me then. What kind of problems are dreams causing you, dream witch?" Morpheus muttered with the silky smooth voice that you adore, you took his arm and begin to walk, seeming so normal, muscle memory perhaps.

"It must be something important if it makes you come to my palace after two hundred years. Something that goes beyond the centuries of knowledge you possess." He spoke gently. You smirked and looked at him and although his gaze remained emotionless but you know when your ex-husband is teasing you.

"A client of mine. She's been having this— weird dreams about her family telling her very specific things." You explained as you begin to walk alongside the Endless, the night sky that lied above your head on the palace's ceiling captured your eyes.

You stoped for a moment to look at it, missing it's beauty.

"I've been looking inside her dreams, trying to decipher their meaning." You continues with a tone of slight frustration before meeting his gaze, noticing his starry eyes looking at your every moment.

"You came here just to ask the meaning of some mortal's dream?" Morpheus asked as his eyes took in your image, you smirked again and shaked your head.

"No. I don't give up that easily, Oneiros." You smirked with smugness, the Dream Lord mimicked your smirk.

"I never said you did. Why is it that you're here then, moonshine?" He asked as he walked you through to the large halls of the palace.

Moonshine, what a nickname to give someone, specially coming from the Lord of Dreams. The Endless that finds you as bright as the shine of the moon, a signal of light in darkness.

It's been so long since he's mutter such nickname.

"Well, It's been costing me my sleeping hours, but that's not new— the things is when I do sleep I have dreamless rest or the most horrible nightmares." You whispered, there was a linger of anger on your tone.

"I came here to ask you something, Dream."

"Ask away, moonshine."

"Have I done something wrong? Something to deserve this punishment, perhaps?" Your whispers makes him stop on his tracks, his eyes meet yours. The Lord of Dreams face had an expression one of confusion and deep sadness.

"Do you think that is my doing? You think of yourself worth of a punishment so severe?" He whispers back, his eyes looking at your tired eyes, the darks circles under them.

"Do you think I would do such thing as that to you?"

You stayed silent, looking away from his gaze. His pale hand cupped your cheek, you gasped and a silent tear fell down your cheek which was wiped by his thumb that consequently held your chin and make you meet his eyes once more.

"The answer is no. I am not punishing you because those night terrors that invade your sleep were not send by me, moonshine." He whispered with such conviction.

As in saying "Believe me. I could never harm you."

"And you have never wrong me nor this realm. You've been an impecable aid and- companion for me." He stated, you smiled and felt yourself blushing, a yawn scaped your lips and his gaze softened.

"Am I boring you, moonshine?" Morpheus smirked you looked at him with sleepy eyes.

"It's not my fault your voice is so comforting and I'm- exhausted for my work and the horrible sleep I've had." You explained before smiling.

"Comforting?" The Dream Lord asked, you nodded and looked up at him with a smile.

"Soothing. Perfect for listening while you fall asleep." You explained before yawning again.

Feeling his hand on the back of your neck and in a matter of second you were lied down on the softest of mattresses, resting your head on a pillow that could pass for a cloud.

You looked up and met the most beautiful night sky you've ever seen, pink and purple surrounded with constellations.

The bed itself was almost floating in between marble floors and the night sky.

This is the room of Dream of the Endless himself.

"Why are you not sleeping yet?" Morpheus's voice snap you back to reality, you meet his eyes that now shine with the reflections of the galaxy that surrounds you.

"I dunno, maybe you've lost your touch." You teased, The Dream Lord furrowed his eyebrows but his lips let out a soft chuckle.

"Perhaps you're just stubborn." He whispered while his slim finger caress your cheek, you leaned on his touch so quickly that it made you disappointed in yourself but it felt so good.

"Those nightmares won't bother you again, my moonshine." Morpheus stated as his fingers kept moving across your face with delicacy.

"Why am I in your room? There's like two hundred guest rooms." You asked as your eyes closed. Dream fell silent for a second.

"Because I- want you here." He started speaking so softly almost as if he was embarrassed to say it, you nodded for him to continue.

"Your precense on The Dreaming has been missed, the creatures of the dreaming had voiced that sentiment many times." The Endless continued, his mouth still slight open, you could picture him trying to find the right words.

You nodded once more, it always difficult for him to speak his emotions and needs.

"The haunted dolls of my shop miss you." You spoke sleepy, The Dream Lord arched his eyebrow and smirked as his hand moved to your hair, touching it with a hint of shyness, thinking if he's still allowed to do such motion. Afraid of crossing any lines or boundaries.

"The- dolls? Do you miss me, perchance?" He asked with a uncharacteristically shy and insecure voice, you opened your eyes.

"Do you, Oneiros? Or just the creatures of your realm?" You snapped back with a smirk. He leaned closer to you, the stars in his eyes shining bright, his thumb stroked your bottom lip as his eyes got lost on yours.

"Yes." Morpheus whispered with a discreet but playful smile once that 'yes' was heard by you.

"I do miss you, moonshine."

You closed your eyes once more after his words, so much sincerity and raw devotion within such a short sentence.

"I miss you too, starlight." You whispered back with a smile, Morpheus smirked and kept stroking your hair.

How has he missed that nickname.

A play of words with the one he has for you.

Starlight. The light of a start that accompanies the shining moon at night. He wonders how, of all things, you could see him as a star.

The drowsiness was unbearable now for you.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep well, moonshine." Morpheus whispered against your ear, making you fall into a deep and much needed rest, filled with the sweetest dreams one could imagine of.

And of course, The Dream king holding your hand all the time, supervising these dreams.

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A/N: Heyyyyyyy, it's been a while since I've wrote for my husband, ugh, I love him, I always enjoy writing for him, it just so right. Hope you liked this!

[xmalereader]

— DRISSON —

Lord Morpheus X Modern AU! Male Reader

SUMMARY: Reader works for Morpheus Dream, assistant of The Dreaming company that makes medicine for people who suffer with sleep. He is the assistant of Dream who helps him out in any way possible until his family sends a wedding invention. His little sister is to be getting married and forcing him to bring a date when he doesn’t have one. Dream decides to join him to this wedding and fake their way through it.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Fluff, slight angst, modern AU, desire and death have different names, endless children, mentions of autism, sighs of autism, Morpheus is a gentleman, humor, language, weddings, fake dating trope, slow burn-ish, mentions of Lucifer, company issues, slight possessive Dream, reader has autism.

『 Chapter One 』

『 Chapter Two 』

『 Chapter Three 』

『 Chapter Four 』

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[maj-3k]

Y.N (looking at Corinthian): I could fix him

Dream: Y.N I'm beginning you. Stop being horny for a second.

[why-what-no]

Welcome Back

Pairing: Morpheus x Male!Reader

Warning: Smut, imprisonment. This one’s a little shorter than normal :(. Also, lots of use of (Y/N). Turned out it’s hard to write smut when both people have the same pronouns lol

Summary: Morpheus’s lover had tried and failed to rescue him in his prison. So when Morpheus gets out, the two of them celebrate his freedom in their own way (I wrote stuff for the fems, now it’s time for the mascs) :)

Requested by: @mypsychoticlove

(Y/N) pressed Morpheus against the wall of their room, kissing him desperately. It had been ages, ages since he had been able to touch the King of the Dreaming.

“Fuck, it’s been a while.” (Y/N) chuckled, running his hands under Morpheus’s shirt. The Dream Lord gasped at the feeling of his lover’s hands on him, not used to the touch of another person.

(Y/N) stilled his hands, waiting until Morpheus kissed him again to let him know it was okay to continue

“Indeed.” Morpheus breathed out. “I’m glad that you’re alright. I was worried.”

(Y/N) scoffed, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “It took a while to heal. But you didn’t need to worry. I’m unkillable.” Morpheus chuckled at that boasting.

When Morpheus had disappeared, his lover had spent decades looking for him. When he finally found Morpheus and tried to save him, he got shot by the humans holding the King hostage.

The house was too protected for (Y/N) to try again, having magic but not being nearly as powerful as the Endless. He spent the next year healing, trying to figure out a plan.

Trying not to exhaust all his powers by razing that entire building to the ground. The only reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to risk Morpheus. And because it would probably kill (Y/N), but mainly for Morpheus’s safety.

But now Morpheus was back. And after years of worry, they were finally together again.

And after hours of talking, and some crying, and just holding his partner in his arms, they began to make up for lost time.

He undid Morpheus’s pants, taking him in his hand. His lover’s hands were gripped on (Y/N)‘s arms as Morpheus had his face buried in his lovers neck as (Y/N) touched him.

(Y/N) gripped Morpheus’s hair in his other hand, knowing that drove the King wild. Years of being together let (Y/N) know exactly what made his Morpheus tick.

He came with a low groan, biting at (Y/N) shoulder to keep quiet.

Shoving Morpheus onto the bed, he kissed him passionately. Breathing heavily as he pushed his cock into the Dream Lord, (Y/N) thanked whatever higher power he could for bringing his lover back to him. He had missed this feeling so much.

“(Y/N)!” Morpheus gasped, just as relieved that he had (Y/N) back. “I…”

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/N) could feel his high rapidly approaching, knowing that Morpheus’s was as well.

When (Y/N) finally came - working Morpheus through his orgasm - he nearly laughed at the joy he felt from the feeling.

He wouldn’t let anything take Morpheus away from him ever again. (Y/N) didn’t care how many times he’d get shot, their enemies should be scared.

He’d destroy them all.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: corinthian x male reader

req: no | wc: 1350 | old guard x the sandman

summary: "Did you just stab me?"

warnings: stabbing, blood, knives, swearing, smoking

a/n: I only had the beginning in thought, bullshited my way through. Was it meant to be a serious fic in the first place? From the first line, definitely not. Didn't think about where this was going, so ending it somewhere pretty stable. Fun to write, anyway.

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"Did you–did you just stab me?"

Corinthian was mortified.

"Seriously—I'm just minding my own business."

To the nightmare's utter horror, you pull the knife out from your chest and bring it in his direction with much vigor.

Corinthian catches your wrist in his hold before you can stab him, but it doesn't seem like that was your intention. Instead, you press the blade flat against his chest, no doubt staining his white shirt. If not death, it's what he deserved, honestly.

"I–"

Then, his eyebrows raise impossibly higher. The wound on your chest begins to heal, going through about a month's healing within the minute. No treatment, no magical oil, and certainly no (at the very, very least) prayer to God.

You mutter something in what he can only discern to be a language derived from Latin. "You're what? Sorry?" You scoff, "Sorry's not gonna cut it. We don't even know each other."

Was he dreaming? Nightmares didn't dream, they didn't even sleep. He wasn't even in the Dreaming.

"Well–"

"What are you gonna say? "Well, it was an accident."? You're telling me you knew someone, thought they were me, and wanted to stab them?"

When Corinthian was in trouble, he resorted to killing. It was in his nature. But first, when he dealt with something, he used his charms. It had never been the other way around; then again, there was always a first time for everything. Killing always came second when it came to pleasure, anyway.

"Let me talk, darling." Your eyebrows furrow and you're speechless at his audacity. "Let me explain myself."

"You–"

He cuts you off this time. "There's an explanation. I can assure you." He was lying through his teeth. He sticks his, still bloody, knife back in its holster and only allows a mental grimace. "Really, I can."

"So far it's only been bark, no talk." You point your finger at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

He racks his brain, and yet there was no plausible bluff to answer. You were an immortal, clearly, he couldn't kill you and flee. So, he takes off his glasses. "This is a way of… courting, where I'm from."

You raise a brow and say, tentatively, "Courting…"

"Yes." He says proudly.

"You're not gonna kiss me with your… eyes, are you?"

"No, no." He laughs genuinely at the suggestion. He's never tried—he has, actually. "We need at least a year for that."

"If whatever realm you come from–after a thousand years, anything's possible–really does court by… murder, then…" You run a hand through your hair with a huff, "you have to realize you're in the human realm. They're not immortal, and certainly not keen on being stabbed."

"Well, I found you." He offers with a grin.

"I'm not keen on being stabbed." You laugh, anyway. "But you did find an immortal."

This was fucking working. Corinthian's grin spreads wider, despite the uncomfortable feeling of the blood seeping through his white shirt and the disgust of not having cleaned his knife.

And, if pleasure came in after all, he didn't quite mind.

1945

For immortals, life was fleeting.

You had lost everything only after the first half a century. Your parents, your siblings, they were all gone; your childhood home refurbished for another family. And then, when all things "homely" weren't enough, your "home" empire fell.

And mortals. You always did love them, and many times, you had forgotten they weren't like you. For as long as you've lived, your heart's been broken over and over, whether metaphorically or physically.

People died early, people aged. When they did, and you didn't, they begged for a piece of your life. The first couple of times, you wished you could. You prayed to whatever God granted you the power of immortality to give it up entirely to age with them or to even give them a piece of it. After a several centuries, you accepted that the God(s) would never reply; and as the greed of humanity grew, you resorted to leaving before death could visit.

When the big things in life didn't stick around, the smaller things were even worse.

Your favorite pub disappeared after half a century. Your favorite food stand, and Andy's favorite Baklava, tried its hardest to last for a full century. The pets never lasted long, your favorite book was banned somehow, and old things were replaced by the year.

Nothing ever really stuck around.

Then again, you never really stuck around either.

Andy, Nicky, Joe, and Booker led quite the nomadic lifestyle. The Old Guard went where they were called. The only place you could call home anymore was the Church in Goussainville.

And, well, them. They were your home.

But, sometimes, they were like siblings. Siblings often separated as they came of age, but not you guys. For almost as long as Andromache has lived, you have known her; for a thousand years, you have known Nicky and Joe; and, for the last hundred, you have known Booker. Each bleeding moment of each fighting day, you spent it with them.

You can't blame yourself when you want a break from it all; when you want a break from the gunfights and constant death and revival, or when you want a break from your immortal friends.

It was a cold fall evening. You were tired. A month prior, you had brough a war to its end. You deserved a break.

The breath from your lungs comes out white, cold and visible. That didn't matter anyway when the breath from your cigarette comes out visible too. (Being immortal had its perks, and not "dying of cigarette" was one)

"(y/n)."

You sigh and flick the ash from your cigarette. Then, you turn, leaning your back against the railing. "Do I know you?"

You just wanted a bit of peace, serenity, and solidarity.

Maybe you should've taken note of the English, or the deep voice, or the familiar glasses.

Corinthian raises his arms to each side and tilts his head forward, towards you. His blazer opens slightly as he does, revealing his knife holsters.

"Corinthian?" You grin ecstatically, flicking the last of your cigarette away without a care in the world. "You're alive!"

"Of course I am, I'm immortal."

You huff, "You didn't think it would've been nice to mention that twenty-seven years ago?"

Before you can make your way towards him, Corinthian steps forward himself. He traps you between himself and the wooden railing. "When? After you left me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for that." You raise your hands in surrender, but Corinthian groans at that, so you place them back around him. "But, you know, lovers always beg for a piece of immortality. I can't grant them that."

I know people who can, Corinthian thinks. "We both have things to apologize for. You, your disappearance; me, my secret."

You chuckle, "Then let's leave it at that."

Corinthian brings you in for a kiss, using one of his hands to cup your cheek and bring you forward. You don't protest at the force he uses, for Corinthian was always a passionate lover.

"You know, you never really apologized for stabbing me."

"I didn't feel the need to. You know, tradition." You raise a brow at him. "Alright, yeah, I am from another realm, but murder is not a courting strategy." His eyebrows furrow as he thinks about your previous relationship. If you were questioning it now, why not then? "Did you know that back then?"

"Andy smacked the sense into me." You laugh, "If Gods can't grant me the wish of living out a life to its end after all my begging, then Gods don't exist. Similarly, other realms don't exist."

Corinthian tilts his head to the side, not a bad reason. There was still a major flaw, though. "But men with teeth for eyes do?"

"I didn't tell her that part."

After the end of the war a month ago, you thought to rest. Maybe you wouldn't be doing much of that.

"Hey, is that fire I smell?"

[ultimateissuessimp]

Lost & Found

Chapter 1 - Time for a hunt

Word count: 1,491

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Drama/Slight horror

TW: none

The young man was pacing around in his living room. Thoughts running tons of kilometers a second as he tried to think through everything that was said to him a minute ago. He couldn't believe what he just heard, in fact he thought that he has misheard what he was told, but the truth was that his hearing was working perfectly, it was just the fact that the information was so shocking it was hard to believe. He never would've thought that THIS might happen. Yet here he was, finally stopping his frantic walking in front of the raven haired man. He wanted to make sure one last time.

-So you want to tell me that Valgrat is wandering around somewhere here in The Waking? - the hunter asked looking with bewilderment at the powerful being standing before him. The information still not really coding in his brain. That is so not what he expected to hear first thing in the morning, not before even having his first cup of coffee to start the day.

-Yes, Y/N, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent and I didn't need your help with bringing him back to The Dreaming - said the anthropomorphic personification of dreams as he looked ahead through the window in the hunter's apartment. He had no other choice but to come and ask the man for help. He was desperate. His creation wandered into the human realm and caused a bunch of chaos, not to even mention his decision of having some humans as a late night snack. He had to bring him back, but he couldn't find him. He was hiding very well, his ability to shape and take face of anyone he wanted making everything harder. So who else if not a certain Nightmare Hunter with whom he had shared some history could help him in finding his lost Nightmare?

The immortal started pacing once more, furthermore annoying the Endless. Dream grabbed Y/N by his arm making him stop in his tracks and pulled him to himself, so they were face to face. The hunter's eyes widened as he stood so close to the Dream Lord, swallowing hard the saliva that gathered in his mouth, feeling his dry throat finally get some lubrication. He wasn't used to being so close to someone, even though both him and Morpheus shared some past together. But that's what their situationdhip was - a past, so standing so close to him now was sending his heart into a cardiac arrest. Clearly he couldn't still feel something after so long? But oh god, what if he was? This simple thought made a blush appear on the man's cheeks. The Endless raised an eyebrow wlhen he saw it, but said nothing, making a mental note to ask about it after all of this is over.

-Please, help me find him and I won't bother you again - said Morpheus. His heart had a different opinion on this matter than his brain. It was screaming at him to never leave again. To fix what was between them, because surely something was still there. He could feel it, yet he didn't know what to do in this situation. Morpheus didn't want to appear as if he was in need of the hunter's affection and attention, his ego oh so ever present. He was an Endless for the sake of all that is present. He had his duties, he was a King, he was as old as the need to sleep and dream was. So why did he feel helpless and his "soul" feel like it was yearning and longing to reach the man's in front of him? Why did it feel so freeing and good to be in his presence? As if his whole body was singing.

-Okay... I'll help you - Y/N nearly added that Dream didn't have to feel like he was bothering him. That he doesn't have to leave, that he could stay and he wouldn't mind. He wanted him to stay. He felt the need to plead Morpheus not to leave him again. But he didn't say it. His own pride blinding him and not letting him say those words to not appear as if he was begging and craving for the raiven haired man's love. Begging was not "in his style". So he stayed silent. Words caught in his throat.

-Thank you, lo-Y/N - Morpheus quickly stopped himiself from making, in his perspective, a mistake. He coughed and took a step back.

He couldn't do it. Not again. Not after what happened last time. He couldn't repeat his mistakes, no matter how tempting it was. Y/N's eyes widened visibly, shocked at the Endless's little slip up, his heart skipping a beat. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not after so many years. Why now? After he fially made peace with all of it? Or at least he thought he did. A thousand questions swirling around in his mind. A thousand questions that want to spill out of his mouth and engulf Morpheus, suffocate him wanting to get answers. But he didn't let them. He kept his lips tightly shut as he slowly nodded and turned around, his back now facing Morpheus.

-Yeah, uh... No problem, after all that's what I do, isn't it? - He said, still slightly flusttered. - So, do you have any idea where Valgrat might be? Just a general area? I can start digging from there on - the hunter announced, a shiver going through his whole body as he felt the gust of cold wind slip through the cracked open window of his apartment. He didn't even remember when he had opened it. But it didn't matter as Morpheus went up to it and closed it, seeing Y/N's reaction. He thanked Dream quietly, bashful because of the Endless's action.

-Indeed, I do. It appears that he wandered to an American state called Kansas. I don't know the name of the city he might be in now, but I know the name of one that he was in when he first showed up there - Morpheus said, walking over to the big world map displayed on one of the hunter's walls. He got close to it, searching for a certain name and when he found it, he pointed to it and said its name out loud. - Beloit.

-Then I guess I need to pack my bags and catch a last minute flight to America - Y/N said. - Kansas, here we come! - he exclaimed with mock excitement as he moved from his spot to walk to his bedroom and take out his bags.

He started throwing some different types of clothes into the bag, not really knowing what weather to prepare for, so he just put in a bit of everything. When he was done, he put the bag filled with clothes on the floor, close to the doors and reached of the second one. This one is gonna be so much more fun to fill. Y/N went up to his closet and pushed aside some of the clothing hangers, revealing a wooden wall behind them. He tapped the right upper corner two times with his fingers and the left lower corner three times, performing something like out of Harry Potter. Which wouldn't be far from the thruth because the wooden wall started to push back further into the wall and splitting in the middle, two side going into different directions to finally reveal something that shouldn't be seen by normal people. A hunter-worthy arsenal of weapons. Y/N's little heaven. He had all kind of weaponery in there. From different types and sizes of knifes, machetes and swords to multiple guns. Bigger or smaller, heavier or lighter, small damage or big damage. Take your pick. Hell, even a whip. He packed everything he thought of as needed and closed the bag, taking it into his hand and walking up to the door to pick up the second bag into his other hand.

-Alright. I'm done packing. Do you want to meet already on the spot or...? - a question about having some company with him on the journey to America appearing in his mind, but he stopped himself from asking it.

He thought it would be weird and that surely Morpheus would politely decline, saying that he has business of his to take care of, so it would mean that they would meet on spot. He didn't expect Morpheus's answer in the slightest though.

-No, I can take us there now - the Endless said before walking up to the hunter, pulling out his bag of sand and throwing some around them, then wrapping his arms around the man as if to protect him from any danger while traveling.

Both of them knowing that it was unnecessary, yet neither of them saying or doing anything about it. And then they dissapeared in the small tornado of sand. Direction: Kansas, Beloit!

[ramayah]

days, weeks, months | morpheus

GENRE. fluff

PAIRING. morpheus + m!reader

CW. kissing, mentions of starvation, time skips

NOTES. js woke up, tired asl 🥱‼️

WC. & TAGS. 2.7k + @asukases

CHAPTERS. I, III, IIII

It’s been,, a week–no, a week and two days since the God of Nature had ‘left the mortals for a better life’, as the Council had said. Death, however, knew better; [name] enjoyed his priority to provide for the mortals, therefore he would never leave them astray. Especially since Gaia isn’t arising anytime soon, as far as the god’s knowledge goes. The mortals depended on him. Without his soil, farms wouldn’t prosper. Without his trees, animals would starve. Without his flowers, lovers would fall. Without him, life would come to an agonizing end due to starvation.

And that is what has occured during his supposed long-term leave.

Mortals, whom were devoted to [name], prayed to other gods, ones lower than him, for their crops to prosper and for their desperation for food to come to a rest. Unfortunately, nothing could happen without a specific primordial. All realms, even the dreaming, became infected with the “Starvation Infection” as the mortals named it. Including the Dreaming, surprisingly.

“I’m–I don’t know, my Lord.” Lucienne, the Dreaming’s librarian, spoke, hands held together as she stood before her lord. “We must, at least, try to find out what happened to him. He isn’t dead, I know he isn’t.” Death, Morpheus’s sister, said, flipping one of the book’s that [name] wrote, eyes scanning the pages, looking for any kind of sign, clue, something.

“[name] is okay. I know he is, he wouldn’t just—run. He loved his job, he never called it that though. He enjoyed helping the mortals, he enjoyed everything. A sour look never came on his face, never. Until he left; he had the worst, most bitter look on his face after leaving the mortal realm.” Death let out a shaky, defeated sigh before placing the book back on the shelf.

Morpheus only listened faintly, Death’s words going in one ear and out of the other. The Endless’s mind was somewhere else, focusing on the vibrant primordial he met only a week and two days prior of this ‘incident’. Why would he leave? Morpheus didn't know much about him, unfortunately, however it seemed like he enjoyed his life as a god, enjoying what he did for the mortals. There was no reason for the god to just get up and leave without a reason; he’s need 334 days out of the year, the other 31 days he goes into a deep sleep, aka what the mortals called ‘hibernation’. It was December yet, therefore he had no reason to leave.

“My Lord, a new page has been written in his book.” Lucienne mumbled, her eyes glued to a page written in scribbled, unlegible ink. Lucienne read it out loud, trying her best to scan and read the words: “Daze–no, day 9: I’ve been stuck in a void,” she read the words slowly, leaning in to the paper, her circular glasses almost hitting the paper. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I’ve been.. stripped of my powers; no life has grown around me. Food—little-to-no pieces of bread, at least I think it’s bread, has been delivered to me. Supposedly from a mortal, one who hasn’t turned their back on me. My friends, I wonder if they’re thinking about me. Death, I miss you, your laughter, and your pretty essence. Please, do me a favor if you receive this Death, relay a message to Morpheus for me, please; ‘I’m sorry for not keeping our promise to go to the new café that was by the park, I know you would’ve enjoyed their waffles. I’m being punished for my crimes, I’m sorry, again. If my punishment comes to an end—” Lucienne stopped, eyes growing wide at the paper before she snapped the book shut and put it back on the 5th shelf from the top.

“What?!” Death shouted, standing up from her seat abruptly and running over to her, reaching to grab the book from the shelf before Lucienne grabbed her hand. Lucienne gave her a look, ‘it’s for Lord Morpheus’s eyes only’, Death slowly pulled her hands back and looked at her brother, then at Lucienne and back at her brother.

“Hm. Tell me what it says, lil’ bro, when I come back. Bye!” Death exclaimed, waving goodbye to the duo and returning to the mortal realm before curiosity could kill the cat.

Morpheus lifted an eyebrow in confusion, standing up and grabbing the book off the shelf in a swift manor before flipping the pages diligently and finding [name]’s entry. Lucienne bowed, making up an excuse about dusting something and then leaving him in his lonesome.

“—I’ll take you on a date, court you, and make you the happiest god alive. That is a promise, one that I vow to keep this time. I’ll make sure that once we wed, we’ll spend the rest of our days together. For eternity and then some; you’re a dream come true. Even as cheesy as that sounds, you really are my dream.

Sincerely, [name].”

Morpheus’s normally pale complexion turned into a rosy pink after he had finished mumbling the words he had read; “He—I–” his words came out choked as his heart began to pound in his chest and butterflies seemed to erupt in his tummy. “I’ve never felt such a way before. I’ve never been—desired.”

Morpheus’s manicured nails traced the outlining of the paper, slowly stoping to tap on it with his index, deep in thought. He let one of his thoughts slip past his lips:

“I’ll wait for you.”

[oruvirgin]

This is just so cute omfg 🥺🌌

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[xxiryukaxx]

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[lazycats-stuff]

Morpheus x Male!reader

Summary: Morpheus hasn't heard from his lover in a few days. At first he thinks (Y/N) is busy, but soon realizes that somebody took him. Morpheus is not happy.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, fluff,

Morpheus had a bad feeling about his lover. He didn't hear from him in a couple of days and just a few moments ago, he couldn't enter his dreams. He knew, well he thought that (Y/N) would be asleep, so he tried to enter (Y/N)'s dreams. No luck.

Unfortunately, he had some problems with the Corinthian recently, so he had to deal with him and clean up the mess. Because of it, he didn't have the time to visit his lover, but now, he was in front of his apartment. He knocked, but didn't hear anything from the inside. Morpheus was confused beyond belief now. It's night, he should be sleeping in his bed, waiting for Morpheus. He entered the apartment.

Morpheus didn't like this one bit. He walked further in and stopped in the living room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but when the glass coffee table was shattered and there was some blood. He didn't want to think about an abduction, but this has confirmed his worst fears. For the first time in centuries he felt fear like this. Morpheus didn't want his lover to go through the same thing as he did.

He took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. He needs to think about how to approach this. He doesn't want to get (Y/N) hurt even more. He doesn't even know where to start looking. Could it be Corinthian? Sure, he hates Morpheus, but would he go this far to spite Morpheus?

Would he really kidnap his lover? Did he kill him already? No.

Morpheus shook his head and took a deep breath. He needs to approach this calmly, rationally and thoughtfully. He is not going to rush into things. He can't...

Who would kidnap his lover? Somebody dumb, obviously. if it's a human perpetrator then it's obvious that they can't know who he Morpheus, but if it's somebody from his world... May God help them if they are. May God help them.

" Matthew. "

" Yes sir? Where is- Oh no. " Matthew said once he saw the shattered glass. " Do you need me to survey the area to look for signs of him? "

" Yes. I will have to wait for him to fall asleep in order to find him. "

" I will let you know if I see something sir. "

Morpheus nodded and let some tears fall after Matthew left. He didn't feel this hopeless in so long. He could only hope that (Y/N) was alive and some what well.

(Y/N) was tired. It has been a couple of days since he was kidnapped by one of the rouge nightmares. That nightmare idolized Corinthian and hated Morpheus just as Corinthian did. He was telling (Y/N) how Morpheus won't be coming for him, that he doesn't care about him. He knew that what the nightmare was saying was bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit and he knew it, but his mind was saying to him just what if.

(Y/N) shifted a bit, whimpering from the pain that he was put through. Being put through a glass table is no joke. His body was screaming for him to sleep, but the nightmare was a sneaky little bitch and wouldn't let him. The amount of sleep he would get once Morpheus finds him... And Morpheus? What is he doing now? Does he even know he is missing? Sure, Morpheus was busy with Corinthian and (Y/N) understood the importance of finding Corinthian, but now he wondered. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He knew that was the only way that Morpheus would be able to find him.

(Y/N) gasped. He did it. He fell asleep. He was at a big beautiful meadow, the one that Morpheus created for them. It was calming and soothing.

" (Y/N)? " That deep, soothing voice from behind.

" Morpheus... " (Y/N) called out, tears brimming in his eyes and his knees giving out.

Morpheus rushed to his lover and embraced him tightly. (Y/N) sobbed into Morpheus's shoulder.

" Are you okay darling? Are you hurt? "

" Not really. "

" I am going to get you out of that hell you are in. Just a little longer. "

" Okay. "

Morpheus gave him a small smile and kissed his forehead. (Y/N) melted in Morpheus's arms, feeling content and happy to see Morpheus.

" Now, I don't want you to see what I am about to do to that nightmare, so I will use my sand to make sure you rest and don't see what I am about to do. Okay? "

" Okay. "

(Y/N) woke up, relaxing once he saw Morpheus kneeling in front of him, taking off (Y/N)'s restraints. He took his pouch and blowed some sand, making (Y/N) fall asleep, just as he promised. Now, it was time to punish the nightmare.

(Y/N) woke up in a familiar bed. It was Morpheus's and (Y/N) knew that he was safe now. Unfortunately, Morpheus wasn't with him. Maybe he was in the throne room an- (Y/N) looked at the door once he heard the door opening. He tensed up, but relaxed once he saw Morpheus walking in.

" How are you feeling love? "

" I feel a bit better. How long was I out? "

" About 3 days in the Waking world. A healer made sure you were okay and treated any injuries you had. I had to take care of some business so that I could spend a lot of time with you. "

Then Morpheus laid next to (Y/N) and brought him into his embrace. (Y/N) nuzzled his head into Morpheus's chest and sighed in happiness.

" I love you (Y/N). "

" I love you too Morpheus. Thank you for coming for me. "

" I will always come for you, whatever that nightmare said to you, they are wrong. I will always come to your aid. No matter where you are. "

(Y/N) hummed and gently touched Morpheus's face. Morpheus leaned down and kissed him gently, making sure to pour all the love he had.

" Would you like to sleep more? " Morpheus asked against (Y/N)'s lips.

" I would like to stay like this for as long as possible. "

" Wish granted. "

(Y/N) smiled and moved even closer. Morpheus was now at ease and allowed himself to relax. They were together now and that is all that matters.

[hopelessrromantix]

we've seen how Morpheus can cross into people's dreams. I wonder if he's ever crossed into one that's surprised him? If he's ever been tempted to stick around in a dream that's been so comfortable and safe-feeling. Maybe reader dreaming of domesticity with Morpheus, and Morpheus getting tempted to linger for longer than he should because it is nice to have that life with them, even if it is just through a dream

Welcome to Morpheus letting himself relax for a bit

Given that you spent most of your time in the Dreaming itself, having dreams of your own was uncommon.

But every so often you’d have a break, time enough to fall asleep in the bed that Morpheus himself so rarely slept in.

And Morpheus, to his surprise, was hesitant to admit that he loved spending time in your dreams.

The second he felt you fall asleep he’d always make time to visit you. He’d never given this away (nor intruded on things he clearly shouldn’t), but it was a favorite activity of his.

"Are you awake, love?" You questioned, your voice ringing out through the room.

The room you’d fallen asleep in was soaked in morning light, different from the daylight you usually saw in the Dreaming.

Your hand stretched out, hand tracing the face of the man in bed with you.

He was a bit ashamed to admit he felt a flash of jealousy before remembering that technically this dream was about him.

"I am," his copy responded, its head resting on your chest. It was rare the two of you were ever alone, laying in bed together with enough time to talk and simply enjoy each other's company.

"You do not have anything to attend to, do you?" You questioned, one hand playing with his hair.

He didn't realize how much he missed that.

"Not today," his copy said, smiling. "I love you."

Was it bad to feel jealous of a dreamt up copy? Maybe.

"I love you too."

Morpheus hid himself in your dream, walking closer to the bed and simply laying down where his copy was, taking its place as silently as possible.

You either didn't notice or didn't mind, playing with his hair as if nothing had happened. He smiled at the feeling of your fingers carting through his hair.

The room was quiet, but it provided a deep sense of comfort. Just laying there, listening to your heart beat within your dream and taking the place of his much calmer copy. He could allow himself to believe there was nothing to do and nowhere to be, even if just for a few minutes.

"I wish we had more time like this," he lamented, closing his eyes.

"I do too, my love." You turned your head, pressing a kiss into his hair that made him lightly sigh.

"Just to be clear, you aren't as sneaky as you believe, Morpheus." You said, smirking. "You could always come rest in our actual bed, you know."

He huffed. He shouldn't be shocked that you noticed.

"I'm sorry I haven't as of late, my love. Repairing the Dreaming has been taking over my thoughts."

You smiled. "I understand why, Morpheus." You assured. "But let yourself relax, at least for now."

You allowed yourself to wake, finding yourself in the same positions you were in a moment ago, save for Morpheus' coat.

"Let yourself rest, my love." You whispered, kissing his forehead. You closed the room's curtains without lifting a finger, the Dreaming shaping itself after your desires.

"I love you." He mumbled, his body already relaxing into a state as close to sleep as the Endless could get.

"And I as well."

[gaypirate420]

Just a drop// Dream*

Dream of the Endless* x Vampire!M!reader

Smut No genitalia described.

Summary: You convince Morpheus to take a bite.

Sub!Morpheus, blood mention.

Grey eyes stare at the ceiling of the palace.

Breath heavy after release.

Pale white skin against yours, your fingers brushing his neck, your other hand gripping tightly those raven locks.

"Come on, Morpheus I know you want it as much as I do." You whispered against his ear, he shivers at the teasingly brushing of your lips against his neck.

"I cannot a—allow that, my dear." He said between gasps still trying to recover from the previous act.

"Why not?" You pouted, his eyes looked at you.

"An Endless blood is highly addictive, my darling—"

"Hm, I think I'm already addicted to you, sweetheart." You purr against his ear, your nails scratching his chest, he hisses but enjoys the pain.

"It will be just a drop, Morpheus." You whispered.

Morpheus knows vampires are strong but it never lacks to amused him how easily you bent him, throw him and man handle him.

You're on top now, his thigh in between your legs, your hand grips his, unable to move, his eyes meet your gaze.

"Don't you want it, love?" You asked leaning over to meet his rosey lips.

"I do, sir." Said Morpheus low against you, you leaved a tender kiss on his forehead.

After his consent you will slowly taste him, like a proper meal.

You set his arms free, your fingers make it's way towards his neck exposing it.

He could see the sudden hunger in your eyes, but he wasn't scared.

Morpheus was intrigued and seduced.

Your eyes looked at his body, so perfect, unique and exquisite.

So delicious.

"Such a pretty thing you are, my starlight." You said with a smile, he feels his cheeks ever warmer than before.

Your other hand traveled down his thigh, he whines at your scratching but his member twitches at your touch.

You kiss him one last time on the lips, the kisses travel down to his neck, he breathes in at the sound of your hissing.

A gentle hand suddenly holds the back of his neck.

He gasps, undescribable pain traveled down his body.

They weren't needles or knifes, nothing could compare at the sharpness that broke his skin.

He whined loudly, then there it was, extasy.

His eyes widen, it felt like he had been blessed, he breath out and met bliss.

His body relaxes, his limps numb and suddenly to heavy to put any resistance but at the same time he felt like floating.

The lord of dreams let out the most pornographic sounds he's made in over a century, there was a strange sensation on his body but he loved it.

He might be the one getting addicted after all.

His ears were delighted by the slurping sounds you made while drinking his blood.

You abandoned his neck.

He felt like it has been hours of pure delight and torture, hours after mindlessly surrender to you and lust.

"Ngh— my—so g—" He mumbled, your fingers brushed his cheek, he melts against your touch.

"Shhh, breath my love." You whispered gently, your thumb strokes gently his cheek.

"You taste like the stars." You said gently.

He meets your gaze, his blood is dripping on your chin, those sharp fangs, you lick his blood from your lips so slowly, groaning and breathing like an animal.

"I love you." Morpheus said, you stared at him in confusion while your cheeks felt warm, you cupped his cheeks.

"I love you too, Morpheus." You said with a soft smile, you leaned over to kiss him again.

You have missed him so much.

"How do you feel, love?" You asked him burying his face on your neck.

"I have no words for the amount of sensation I have just experience—." He said softly, he looks deep on your eyes.

"But I enjoyed every tortuous second." He said with a soft smile, you press a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You did so well, Morpheus, my lover, my king." You said softly while stroking his hair.

"I need— rest." Morpheus said low, his hand goes to his neck, there was two holes on it, they were slowly disappearing.

With a snap of his fingers you were clean and covered with a black silk rope.

"Indeed, my dear." You said laying down besides him.

The Lord of Dreams wraps his arms around you, his eyes shut down immediately.

Morpheus could only think about you, your body, your taste.

And the warmth, the security, the trust.

The love.

His love for you was just like him. Endless.

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A/N: heyyyyy how y'all doing? This is like a Halloween special also I haven't write smut in a whileeeee, so yeah this is all I can give ya, please tell me if you like it or no.

[xmalereader]

— HeartMoor —

Lord Morpheus X Dark Fey! Male Reader

SUMMARY: Reader is a Dark Fey who has been captured and trapped by Rodrick Burgess before Dreams arrival. The two are locked away and only have each other until readers torture changes Dreams perspective and feelings towards the Dark Fey.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Angst, Dream of the endless, torture, Dark Theme, mentions of death, death threats, language, Rodrick burgess can suck ass, Dark Fey lore, semi AU, Possessive dream, slight kissing , mentions of ravens, glimpse of death, slight fluff, courting, mentions of hell.

『Chapter One 』

『 Chapter Two 』

『 Chapter Three 』

『 Chapter Four 』

『 Chapter Five 』

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[grrw-boy]

Sometimes i wonder if my fictional crushes are all 30+ or inmortal beings because of my daddy/mommy ussies... probably not, i just have a type...