#morpheus drabble

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬

requested by @simpforbuckyb

A/N: asdfghjkl one of my favourite tropes with one of my favourite boys, what an excellent way to kick off kinktober! thank you so much for the request my lovely, I really hope you like it <33

You feel the tremble radiate through Mopheus' body as you slowly sink yourself down onto his cock. He throws his head back onto the mattress, his eyes squeezing shut. His whole body tenses, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he fights to control himself. His fingers dig painfully into your hips as he struggles to contain himself, almost overwhelmed by how good it felt to have your warm, wet pussy wrapped around him.

It was a feeling so new to him and yet somehow so familiar, as if this is where he belonged. As if he was always meant to be buried inside you like this. As if he was made for it.

Or perhaps you were made for him, considering just how perfectly your tight cunt fit around him.

“You alright, my love?” You ask gently, careful to keep your hips still for the moment.

Morpheus takes a deep shuddering breath to steady himself before answering. His eyes open half way to greet your gaze with a sultry, already fucked-out look upon his face.

“You just feel so incredible,” he whispers raggedly.

You smile at him softly as you slowly begin to start rolling your hips, rocking back and forth on his cock. He groans, deep his chest and yet high in pitch. His hands move with your hips as he lets you set the pace; slow and steady, careful to overwhelm him too quickly.

You take your time with him, not rushing to build up speed or momentum, just letting the both of you revel in the feeling of finally being connected in this way. Morpheus pants and writhes beneath you, his back arching slightly, bucking his hips up to meet yours as you grind down on him. As you steadily increase your speed his moans increase in frequency, rise slightly in pitch, his fingers gripping you tighter and tighter as he builds towards his climax.

You can tell he’s close, just seconds from releasing inside you when he suddenly sits up, stilling your movements. His one hand snakes up your back, his palm flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you into him. His other hand moves to cup your nape, tilting your head back slightly. He swiftly buries his face into your neck, his lips burning feverishly against your skin. You run a hand up his back, sliding up his neck to land in his hair, cupping the back of his head gently.

“Morpheus, what is it?” You ask gently, even as a soft moan escapes you when his lips pepper searing kisses across your throat.

“I want to make you feel good too,” he breathes hotly against your neck. “Tell me... what... makes... you... feel good,” he demands between kisses.

You loose a soft moan at the whine in his voice, the sheer desperation he had to make you feel as good as possible even during his first time; it made your heart swell and your pussy clench. Even so, you shake your head lightly and stroke his face with your hand.

“I’ll show you exactly how to pleasure me afterwards,” you promise him gently. “But right now, my love, this is just about you...”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[starryeyedstories]

From the physical affections prompts: Can I please request Morpheus/Dream (The Sandman) x reader + prompt 9. “wiping away someone’s tears“ please? Thank you so much!!! 🖤

I love this prompt for him!! Things have been stressful for me recently so this is a very self indulgent blurb

Warnings: Mentions of struggling with stress

“What if I stayed here with you, in the Dreaming?”

It was a question you had asked him a hundred times in jest, but there was something in your tone that made him look at you curiously. It was almost as though you were pleading with him, begging, and it sparked concern for you within him.

“You would be missed too dearly in the Waking,” Morpheus told you honestly, “It would be selfish of me to keep you.”

You let out a humourless chuckle.

“Could I not just stay for a little longer than a night? Just long enough to have a proper break from…everything?”

Frowning, he reached for your hand, lacing his slender fingers with your own.

“The Dreaming is not a place in which to hide,” he said gently, “You are always welcome here, eagerly awaited here, but it would be wrong of me to keep you from your life in the Waking. I think you know that.”

You did know that, but it didn’t stop tears welling in your eyes at the thought of leaving him when morning came. Life was stressful and exhausting for you at that point and your time in the Dreaming with your love was your only respite, his company bringing you more peace than sleep alone ever could.

His free hand beat yours to wiping away your tears. Where your own fingers would have been clumsy and rough and fuelled by embarrassment at crying, his were slow, tender, reverent. Your tears shone on the pad of his thumb as his fingers cupped your cheek, gently coaxing you to meet his eyes.

“You are stronger than you will ever know,” he told you quietly, “You do not need to hide from your life. Having said that, I shall always be here when you wish to escape it for a little while in your dreams.”

As you woke up, alone in your bed with your tears drying on your cheeks, his words echoed in your head.

“I shall always be here.”

[darklinsblog]

Pampering the King to sleep | Sandman Drabble

It had been such a long day for Morpheus, you had noticed this as soon as he walked into the room and practically collapsed on the bed.

“Come here my love, place your head on my lap” you instructed him and out of his own exhaustion he complied

“I don’t see the need of this” he said reluctantly even as he laid on your lap, you quickly shushed him as you ran your fingers softly through his silky hair, massaging his scalp earning a deep sigh from the king, as he fully surrendered to your touch.

You hummed a lullaby as you continued your ministrations, tracing the side of his face softly even as you realized your husband was already fast asleep in your lap.

You smiled to yourself as you kissed his temple.

“May you have the sweetest dreams, my love”

[theaudacitytowrite]

Damned Eternity

Morpheus x Reader

A/N: I hope this one is not too self indulgent so y’all can enjoy it. Basically it’s just two socially awkward beans who haven’t seen each other in over a century. My initial notes to this idea were "two emos in love".

Summary: Cursed with immortality by an unknown power you find yourself fleeing into the dreaming to cope with having to live in a world that gets worse with every century. Until the last reason that makes your life bearable gets taken away too. 

(Takes place after Episode 6 when Death convinces Dream to reach out to his friends)

The sun stood high on the firmament while a still chilly breeze drifted through the park. Aside from the birds who were already wide awake as they chirped their sweetest melodies the park was quiet. Soon people would start to pour into the park to enjoy another perfect late spring day.

Along the avenue, a line of benches was set next to each other with some space. From the bench in the middle of the park one was able to catch a glimpse of the entire park.

That’s where you sat cross-legged as you stared into the distance. You fixed your hair that poked out from under the hood of your sweatshirt. You sighed as you brushed away a few strands that just wouldn’t stay where they were supposed to, out of your face over and over again until you gave up. You leaned against the cold wood with your back, shutting your eyes tightly for a while so you could immerse into the sounds around you.

Your eyes were still heavy, begging for sleep or at least some kind of rest. Even now as they were closed, you felt them burning. The night hadn’t been kind to you as the several ones before. You had laid awake on your back, staring endlessly up at the ceiling as the night fell and the sun was about to rise again. That’s when you decided to get up and watch the sunrise in the nearby park. There wasn’t much to do for you anyway, so you didn’t mind wasting your time in this park.

You must’ve sat there for a few hours already as the park had slowly started to fill up. Groups of Teenagers had already arrived while families with giddy children that ran around chasing pigeons were only just now turned up. The commotion quickly encased you in its midst, yet no one seemed to take notice of you despite the stark contrast of your all-black outfit to the vibrant colours all around you.

All of a sudden you felt the air around you shift as the wind picked up again and all at once it was wind still again. You could feel a presence behind you, so unusual yet so familiar.

“Dream of the endless.” you exclaimed, never averting your gaze from the fixed point in the distance, "So it is true, you're actually back."

"I am." his husky voice resounded from behind you, erupting goosebumps on the back of your neck. With slow steps, Dream walked around the park bench into your line of view.

“May I?” he asked nodding towards the space next to you, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket.

“Be my guest,” you muttered, and Dream sat next to you, taking in the view you were still fixated on.

“How did you find me?” you asked dryly.

“Death perhaps gave me a hint.” he smirked bashfully, “Without her help, I wouldn’t have had a chance to learn about your whereabouts.”

Silence fell over the two of you. It felt strange to have Dream sitting right next to you after more than a century. A part of you was afraid that he was only part of your imagination, wishful thinking of your overtired mind. You barely dared to look at him in fear his image might vanish if you’d look directly at him.

"I see, you still enjoy the solitude." he interrupted your line of thought.

“What else is left there for me?” you retorted bitterly, “After a few millennia life loses its appeal… especially if the last thing that brought me joy was taken from me too.”

“You stopped dreaming.” he nodded knowingly but without a hint of reproach in his voice.

“I still did for a while... But your absence made it hard to find joy in it anymore. Any time something flitted in the corner of my eye I expected to see you lurking at the edge… but you weren’t there.”

“I’m back now.” The dark timber in his voice resounded deep in your bones. Your eyes met for the first time, and you inspected his features. He looked just like you remembered him all these years ago yet the glint in his eyes seemed to be new.

“I thought it was just another Dream.” you admitted teary-eyed, “Too good to be true.”

“It is not.” he smiled softly back, his hand gently covering yours that rested on your knee, “I am here.”

To feel his warm palm cup your hand banished any of your fears, and your heart ached as it expanded in your chest. An overwhelming sense of happiness filled your chest, a sensation you had missed for too long than you could remember, and you felt the corners of your mouth twitch up into a smile. But your face fell quickly again as the paralyzing guilt in your veins fought back, suffocating the pleasant excitement all at once.

Dream watched the sparkle leave your eyes as quickly as it had appeared, the cold gaze that had greeted him earlier returning. He withdrew his hand, leaving yours cold. He gnawed on his lips as his gaze fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. I still had to deal with some … incommodities.” He mumbled.

“Death told me.” Even your voice had returned to a monotone pitch.

He took a deep breath as he steeled himself for your possible answer to his next question.

“Why haven’t you visited the dreaming again since I returned?” he nervously entwined his fingers, “Do you resent me?”

His sombre remark tugged on your heart.

“Oh, Morpheus.” You whimpered sorrowfully as you couldn’t bare it any longer. You sat up properly, falling around Dream's neck in the next moment. You hugged him tightly as remorse washed over you. Dream was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close against his heart. To hear his name from your lips again made his heart flutter in joy.

“Why would I ever have reason to resent you?” you sobbed against his coat. Dream loosened his hug as he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“Then what is it that’s bearing you down then, my little lune?” he rasped.

“It’s just…,” you stammered. You took a deep breath, working up the courage to be truthful to Dream, “If one has the right to resent someone, it’s you.”

Dreams eyes fluttered open at your words. His intense gaze made you feel so small suddenly. You created more space between you, even though your mind yelled at you for the loss of Dreams touch.

“After I heard the news of your imprisonment, I visited Lucienne right away. I had already grown suspicious about why I hadn’t seen you in my day nor night dreams, but I foolishly believed you were busy creating new nightmares.” You explained to him, “When I entered the dreaming, I was appalled to see your kingdom gradually decaying. Lucienne explained to me the dire need for people to remain in the dreaming and not turn their back to our Lord… but after a while, I just couldn’t bear to not see you anymore. Any time I’d fall asleep I woke up feeling even more unrested. Daydreaming didn’t feel right anymore either. My favourite pastime turned sour and soon I couldn’t stand it anymore… So, I’m at fault for destroying the dreaming as well. I abandoned you.”

“You did no harm, Y/N.” Dream took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly, “No matter how much you would’ve dreamed or not, without a ruler there is no kingdom.”

“I just feel so guilty… that’s why I didn’t dare to enter the dreaming again.” You explained in between sniffs.

“You have no guilt to carry with you in this matter.” He assured you again as he pulled you back into his arms, and gently rubbed your back.

“But I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me the most nonetheless.” You whispered.

“I know.” He hummed, “You need rest now, Y/N. You can dream peacefully again.”

“Is this an invitation?” you asked sheepishly. Dream chuckled and stood up.

“How can I make it any clearer to you?” he mused as he looked down at you with a smirk. He held out his hand towards you, “Come with me.”

Without hesitation, you laid your hand in his, sure that you would never let go of it again.

If you enjoyed this one, let me know if you're interested in another lil fic. I might have another idea...

Tagging (bc I have no idea who wants to read it): @leucoratia @kellatron55 @poetic-fiasco @vbecker10 @xwhiteoleanderx @nobody1390-24

[theaudacitytowrite]

Innovative never been done before idea : Morpheus finally going to fucking therapy

😂😂😂😂 I love this so much! Thank you for the request 😘

It turned more into Dream fighting against it (bc he would, let's be honest) 😬

The soft scraping of paper being dragged over wood diverted Dream's attention from the book he was combing through. His gaze immediately caught yours, observing you closely.

"What's this, Y/N?" Dream turned up his nose at the thin sheet of paper you had dragged over his desk towards him.

"It's a voucher," you replied quickly, already turning on your heel to leave.

"For what?" Dream inquired sceptically, not even casting a single glance to further inspect the crease-free paper.

"For a specialist."

"Of what kind?" he hummed without skipping a beat.

"For the mind." you couldn't help the sarcastic tone accompanying your voice. Dream crooked his eyebrow, critically eyeing you up and down again.

"What are you insinuating?" he huff ed.

"Nothing." you quickly replied, your hands flying up in a defensive gesture, "I just thought it might be beneficial if you could talk with a professional about all of the 'things' that have happened over the last couple of centuries. Without the fear of getting judged or the bad feeling that someone might use the information they gain to plot against you."

Silence fell over the room as Dream stared directly into your eyes. His lips were pursed tightly. 

"I don't see why I would need therapy." he finally rasped, his gaze falling back to the book. 

"You can't be for real right now!" you threw your hands up in the air.

"I am in fact 'for real'." a sly smirk scurries over his lips while he didn't bother to look at you, demonstratively turning a page. But his sly expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His usual expressionless face returned before he continued, "Tell me, why would I even need therapy?"

"You're really asking me this and expect that my response won't insult you?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest, "I know how petty you can be, my Lord." you drawled sarcastically.

Dream chuckled deeply as he slowly raised from his chair, his hands propped up on the table as he towered over you.

"I won't be. I promise... at least this time," he replied with a dark timber in his voice, eliciting involuntary goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

"Well... where would I even begin?" you tried to sound challenging but your sudden braveness left quickly again. You swallowed thickly as your gaze fell to the floor, "I guess I just want you to be able to get everything off your chest for once. So you don't have to suffer in silence anymore." you admitted meekly, your fingers nervously picking on your hands. Dream inclined his head, surprised by your sudden change in demeanour.

"I see this is a topic that is important to you."  he rasped softly. With gentle steps he walked around his desk, approaching you.

"Well, yeah. Because you are important to me." Dream gently hooked his index finger under your chin, his thumb resting on top of it, smoothly lifting your chin so he could look into your eyes.

"Would you feel better if I redeem your piece of paper?" he hummed. 

"Most definitely." you nodded with hopeful eyes. Dream answered with a dramatic sigh.

"Ok." he nodded.

"Ok?" your face lit up at the two simple letters.

"I will do one session with your so-called professional." Dream confirmed. A squeal escaped your lungs as you fell around his neck, peppering his cheeks with soft kisses.

"But only because I appreciate your gesture and just this once. Don't believe this will be a recurring occurrence." he huffed annoyed even though his heart was fluttering in his chest.

"Of course not," you assured him with a tight squeeze as you hid your grin against his shirt.

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