sometimes i wonder if i’m really a perfectionist and then i remember that i have an incredibly detailed marauders era timeline that has every full moon, prank, birthday, and any important music that was released down to the day just in case one day i want to write fanfiction for this god forsaken fandom.
(and don’t worry it’s all fact checked and accurate)
(it’s all canon compliant and anything that has canon dates is dated [plus fact checked] there but there is a lot of fanon/ headcanons too)
okay it won’t let me put this in a reply so here it is lol
i just want to put it out there that sirius black is scary as fuck from a purely physical point of view.
he’s tall as shit, has been since fifth year when he got his growth spurt, and he has tendency to loom over most people.
there’s also the matter of his poker face—it’s impeccable, untouchable. can make anyone feel like him stuck to the bottom of his shoe. he learnt it from the best in house black and it’s his default. there’s a reason people are afraid of approaching him, and are slightly awed by james’ ability to unconditionally do so at all times.
his magic is ridiculously sentient. it swirls around him at all times, often feeling suffocating to those near him. he doesn’t even notice how it swells with his emotions, rising in his defence without him having to call it. at times, it can feel like a brick wall, that’s how powerful it is. and it’s cold. people have been known to shiver and turn into metaphorical icicles around him.
and he’s also just intimidating in a—social capital way ykno? so much money, training, and status. it shows. he could be dressed in a potato sack and he’d still reek of royalty. which is essentially what the blacks are.
and this is it u don’t take padfoot into account. this fuckoff huge Grim who’s literally an omen of death, easily twice the size of any human around him, just bounding around with sharp canines on display and malice in his eyes. it’s the easiest thing to piss ur pants when u come into contact w him.
Summary: In the afterglow of your lovemaking, you marvel at your immortal lover’s softness, inside and out.
Warnings: nudity, not full-on smut but heavily mentioned throughout and initiated at the end (minors DNI!!!), the author is soft af for Dream’s ethereal features and it shows
Word count: ~1.1K
A/n: Just some fluff inspired by Calliope’s line in the comics quoted below. Hope you enjoy!
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“He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin.” - Calliope, The Sandman #71
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Soft.
Everything is so, so soft. The warm breeze sneaking through the open palace window, the thin sheet lovingly draped over your bare lower half but a few moments ago, the mattress you’re resting on, the pillow beneath your head. And the softest of all - your lover’s skin, pressed against yours as you lie in his arms.
You could tell at first glance that his body would no doubt feel as ethereal as he looked. But you hadn’t imagined just how smooth his skin could possibly be, how much it would feel like the finest silk as it glided over yours with each thrust.
In truth, you hadn’t anticipated how gentle he could be, either. You’d expected him to make love as dominantly as he behaved, if not as coldly. Undoubtedly seeking consent and aiming for your pleasure, but coaxing it from your body by commanding you towards it with his, claiming it without falter.
Instead, you’d found yourself showered in tender caresses and feather-light kisses, the tips of his fingers almost hesitant as they meticulously learned where and how to touch so you would tremble in delight. And though you relished the steel firmness of his chest and abdomen pressed flush against your softest parts as he moved inside you, he’d done so with the greatest care, taking notice of your every little reaction and adjusting accordingly. By the end, you’d been lost in a silky cloud of pleasure floating across the night sky, illuminated only by the stars in your lover’s eyes.
You have no doubt he could be rough in bed as well, and the thought isn’t unappealing in the slightest. But for now, you simply lie there, satiated and content with the length of your body half-covering his, and your fingers tracing idle lines over his heart. You marvel at how smoothly your fingertips glide along his alabaster skin as they follow the line between his well-defined pectoral muscles, then make a slow, winding trail over the right one.
Dream lies back with his eyes closed, though he never sleeps. He’s simply relishing your touch, his arm wrapped around you as he lightly brushes his own fingers over your shoulder.
“You’re so soft,” you mouth into his skin, barely a murmur. He gives a low, questioning hum. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’ve woken him from a deep slumber. You almost feel bad even so, having interrupted his rare moment of peace with such a random thought.
“I said, you’re very soft,” you repeat a bit sheepishly. “Your skin. It feels like silk.”
He’s silent for a moment. “Does that please you, my love?”
If his skin is white silk, his voice is black velvet. It rumbles deeply within his chest, where your cheek is resting.
You sigh at the feeling, but frown slightly as your hand pauses in its movement. “Why would it not?”
“A matter of taste, I suppose,” he says in casual manner. “I can alter any aspect of my appearance if you like. You need only ask.”
He says it like it’s nothing to him, and it is. But you find yourself almost... disturbed at the notion.
You lift yourself up so you’re sitting sideways, leaning on one hand while the other rests on his stomach. He reaches for it to play with your fingers now that you have removed yourself from his embrace. You look down at your touching hands, mesmerized by how well your fingers fit with his as he guides them into a languid dance of small, tender brushes against one another. Your eyes then drift to the contours of his beautifully chiseled abs, then travel across his strong chest, rising and falling with each breath, and finally linger on his face. The impossibly soft rosy lips whose touch you can still feel on every inch of your skin, the elegant line of his nose, the sharp jawline your fingertips had loved to trace, the black, unruly hair you had tugged on at the height of your pleasure, coaxing a low groan from your lover. And, last but not least, his eyes - the universe itself contained in two never-ending pools of starlight, spilling into the ocean of his irises.
You love him for what he is. His wondrous mind, his unwavering commitment to his given role despite its hardships, his depth of feeling, hard though as he strives to contain and conceal it. But you can’t deny that his physical form alone is the most ethereal, bewitching sight that has ever blessed your eyes.
“You are perfect, Morpheus,” you breathe out, holding back a shudder. To lose yourself like this in the image of him lying bare beside you is almost too much.
The lightest crease appears between his brows. His gaze stays locked on you as he sits up, bringing his face inches away from yours. He lowers his eyes to your body, studying you as you did him. His knuckles trace a gentle line over your skin, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake - from your folded knee, along your thigh and over your hip, up your stomach, then pausing a moment to follow the soft curve of your breast. It takes but the lightest touch of his thumb on your nipple to have it grow into a stiff little peak, making you gasp and shudder as you try to keep still under his observing gaze.
His fingers continue their path over your fluttering heart, then up the sensitive skin of your neck, until he finally cups your cheek and looks you in the eye once more. You think he might say something, but he only parts his lips so he can close them over yours.
It makes sense. He never quite knows how to receive your kind words. But he is always oh-so-willing to be kind to you.
His lips taste of stardust and rainfall and home. Of everything he is and everything you dream of, because he is your dreams. And you sink into him as easily as you drift to sleep. Gently guided by his hands, you shift onto his lap, your thighs on each side of his. The hard length of him nudges at your lower belly, seeking permission.
“I want you again,” you mewl softly into his mouth, eagerly granting it.
He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes as he takes your wrist in his hand, and lowers it into the heated space between your bodies. He takes his time savouring the feeling as he wraps his fingers over yours around his length.
“I am yours,” he declares as if it’s the simplest, more natural thing in the world. You guide the tip of him to your entrance, sighing as it kisses your wet folds.
“And I am yours,” you vow in return.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, and abandon yourself once more to his silken embrace.
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Summary: Married to Dream of the Endless, for centuries, you never expected to feel neglected. Yet even after his return, his attention turned to the Dreaming and ensuring its stability and future. While, your own needs and wants pulled at you. And soon your dreams were slowly filled with pleasure. Just not exactly from Morpheus.
Word Count: ~4k
Reader: Afab
Warning: smut (unprotected sex, oral receiving (afab), switch!reader, switch!dream, dirty talk, fingering), bits of angst, and some fluff
Tags: @lizajane2, @layla2-49
MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY
Soft light filtered through the tall windows. Specs of dust glowed in the light, casting a dreamlike hazy in the air. The royal library was a spectacular sight. Endless floors, and winding mazes of shelves, continued to grow and grow.
Comforting, and welcoming.
Yet, a squeaky cart echoed, disrupting the peace. Or it would if anyone else were here enjoying the thousands and thousands of books.
It was you, and you alone. You wheeled around the infernal cart, shelving new books added to the Dreaming. While, Lucienne was off collecting a new census, and as you suspected, a reason to step outside the library’s walls.
But, company soon appeared.
“And what are you doing?” A presence loomed behind you.
Smiling to yourself, you barely turned your head in acknowledgement. “Shelving books.”
Morpheus hummed. “Care to have some company?”
“I would love some,” you smiled. You continued to move down the bookshelf with Morpheus trailing along like your shadow. “So, what have you been up to, my king?”
Morpheus moved to the side of you. “Usual business.”
“How vague,” you teased a bit.
A smile twitched on his lips. “I do not wish to bore you with all the details on how to run a kingdom.”
You hummed, twisting to shelve another book. A mistake. Instantly, like a spring loaded viper, Morpheus pressed himself against your back. His hands curled around the shelves above, white knuckling it. Still facing ahead, you smirked to yourself, “Yes, my king?”
His hand fell from the wooden shelves, and circled around your waist. “Why do you address me as such? Call me by my name, sweetness.”
You leaned your head back and whispered in his ear. “Morpheus.”
A groan rumbled in his throat.
Your heart skipped. It was such a beautiful noise. You laughed through your nose. “I think you have lied to me. I think you are the one in need of some company.”
“Is that a problem?” He buried his face into your neck.
“No.”
“Good.” He pressed a gentle kiss, almost desperate to refrain himself, in the crook of your neck. “Oh, how I have missed you.”
“Have you?”
“Yes,” he breathed into the shell of your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. “You have gained my thoughts all day, I could not focus at all.”
You spun around in his grasp. Books and shelves dug into your back. But, you didn’t mind. “Oh, have I? And what have you thought about?”
His lips skimmed over your neck. “Treacherous things.”
You bit your lip, and craned your neck. “Tell me.”
“Where do I start?” He nipped at your skin, eliciting a low hum from you. “One was you, your lovely bare body, laid out for me on our silk sheets. And you were squirming under my constant touch.” His hands travelled over your body. A hand snaked up, skimming over your breast and wrapped around your throat. He lifted his head, gauging your reaction. Your eyes were glassy with lust. A mimic of his own. He laughed through his nose. His hand trailed down and gripped your hips. “And you were making the most wondrous noises.”
You sighed, lost in his touch and spellbinding words. Your hands latched into his hair, needing him closer and needing to ground yourself.
He hummed as you carded your fingers through his hair. His thumbs rubbed teasing circles on your hips. All of it calculated, all of it to pull you in. It was so far, yet so close to where you truly needed him. “One was us on my throne with you on top. Your head was thrown back as you cried out in pleasure.”
You let out a shaky breath. Fuck. You rubbed your legs together wishing for some sort of relief.
“Another was here in the royal library,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “tucked away in a corner, like now. And we have to be, oh so, quiet but you, my love, could barely contain yourself.”
You tugged on his hair, making him moan quietly. You laughed, “I could not contain myself? Are you sure it wasn’t yourself you were mistaking?”
His eyes sparked with hunger, his lips curled into a devious smirk. “Shall we test this theory?”
You opened your eyes.
Black silk drapery. Not the captivating blue of a certain Endless. Soft cushioning hugged your back. Not sharp, somewhat uncomfortable, edges of books and wooden shelves.
It was a dream.
A idiotic dream.
You laid here in bed, and not in the royal library about to have a battle of wits and pleasure. Yet, you couldn’t shake off the dream. His voice still echoed through your head like a siren’s call. You rolled over. Empty. You reached over touching the spot where Morpheus would sleep.
Cold.
You sighed, frowning slightly. He must have left a while ago. It was sweet he did not wish to disturb you, but you wished he did.
You needed him.
In many ways right now.
However, you did not blame Morpheus. He had finally returned after so many years away. He had regained his tools, and had more power which he hadn’t had in ages. He was stronger, and wiser too. But, the years away, also brought paranoia. He didn’t want the Dreaming to fade as it did. Rebuilding it all from ruins was a long tiring journey, and now the Dreaming was thriving. Dreamers rejoiced. But, he still worried. He had busied himself with every detail, with every minor issue, to ensure an everlasting success.
And in doing so, he had started to neglect you.
His love.
Of course, in the first week of his return, he hardly left your side. He worshiped you like a fallen devotee begging for your forgiveness, he murmured his love on every square inch of your body, and he showed you again and again how years away had ruined him.
But, a kingdom needed their king.
His attention drifted back to the Dreaming, and ever so slowly he drew away from you.
You sighed, sitting up.
Your hands rested in your lap. You fiddled with the black band on your left hand. A simple band dipped in an inky onyx black, yet when you twisted it, it shone like far off galaxies: purples, blues, flecks of green, and twinkling stars. It resembled Morpheus, and his love, in every way.
You softly kissed the ring. “Morning, my sweet king.”
With a heavy heart, and a droop in your shoulders, you got out of bed and went off to find work.
Day after day.
Night after night.
The fissure between you and Morpheus grew. And so, those dreams became more and more frequent, and more intense.
And you couldn’t turn away from it.
Morpheus slid down your naked body. His eyes, once a delicate enchanting blue, now sharp and filled with a dangerous hunger. His lips dragged the curves of your body. Goosebumps chased after him. You wiggled, and hummed.
His lips skimmed further and further then -
He darted around where you so desperately wanted him. He peppered butterfly kisses across your inner thigh. Fleeting and soft, all of it left you wanting.
“Morpheus,” you whined.
He chuckled and nipped at your thigh. You gasped. “Patience, my love,” he whispered.
He moved to the other side, leaving a new trail of kisses, and marks, on your thigh. You bunched up the bedsheets. “Please, Morpheus.”
Off, in the outer edges of the Dreaming, a king heard his love call out his name. Morpheus, who was diligently working on new dreams and nightmares, spun around. He cocked his head. Did he truly hear you?
“Morpheus.”
His eyebrows knitted together. Why did you call him? Why now? Has something happened?
Curious, he stepped away from his soon to be creations. The bind that connected the two of you, tugged at his chest. Taking a single step, the dark sandy beach vanished like wisps of fog. It was all replaced with a bedroom: your shared bedroom.
And a sight was there to greet him.
You sprawled out on the bed, legs spread, as himself - a copy - buried his head between your thighs.
A dream. You dreamt all of this.
The fake gently blew on your needy core. His eyes flickered up. Your face was turned and buried into the pillow. Your lips parted. Your heavy breathing filled the silence, anticipating - begging - for his next move.
Morpheus stared stunned. His mouth agape.
The fake swiped over your folds with the flat of his tongue, then sucked on your clit. Your jaw dropped as your eyes shut in pleasure. The fake finally dove in. His expert tongue swirled and stroked all the right spots.
“Morpheus,” you moaned.
Your hands flew to his tousled hair, gripping it for dear life. Your back arched in pleasure. The fake hummed, sending your mind spinning. You squirmed. His firm hand pressed on your stomach forcing you down and still.
Morpheus, the real one, couldn’t look away.
Emotions clashed inside of him: anger, sorrow, jealousy, and also spikes of desire. Each one desperate to dominate him, yet he couldn’t grasp on one. He could only watch numbly as a poor copy of himself pleasured you.
You bucked your hip, trying to ride his face. The fake chuckled. The vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through you. You began chanting his name over and over like a broken prayer.
“Come, my sweetness,” the fake mumbled against you.
Morpheus left.
He didn’t wish to see anymore.
Now, he had something he must do.
The next morning, you still woke to an empty bed. The dream from the night before was muddled and hazy but a dull ache lingered in your heart. Yet, you continued on. You put your head down and got to work. Lucienne mentioned something the other day about needing assistance, so you went there.
Hours passed.
You never saw Morpheus. Unfortunately, as you predicted.
You and Lucienne chatted and laughed. Your own sorrows were forgotten for a fleeting moment. However, neither of you were aware of the shadow looming around you. A certain someone who still couldn’t comprehend what he saw last night.
He watched as you smiled and laughed as if nothing happened.
And in a way, nothing did.
Morpheus simply saw something he wasn’t supposed to. But, it continued to dig at him. Why? Why didn’t you come to him? Why did you act as if everything was fine? Why were you hiding this?
Later, he decided. He would address this later.
In the waning hours of the day, snuggled in a plush chair in your grand bedroom, you mindlessly flipped through a book. One, you weren’t truly reading. Your eyes scanned over the pages. Letters barely formed words. They skittered over the page and swirled tirelessly in your mind.
You huffed, setting your book down. You turned your attention to the flickering fireplace. Its heat warmed your cheeks, surrounding and filling you. As you stared at the whipping colors, your mind drifted to where it wished to go since the beginning.
Your dreams.
Your damned dreams that ran rampant.
You couldn’t free yourself from them. Morpheus now consumed your every thought, consumed your every needs. Physically and emotionally.
A door creaked open.
You peered behind you to see Morpheus. You smiled easily, your head resting back. “Hello, my sweet king.”
“Hello, my love.”
Not expecting any more of this conversation, you turned back to the fire. You suspected Morpheus to go to bed, weary from a day’s work. However, he surprised you. He sat down in the chair across from you. His coat wiped and flourished. His fingers threaded together resting them on his lap. His matching onyx band twinkled in the fire light. His eyes slid over to the flames.
The crackle of fire filled the pressing silence.
You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. His gaze was solely on the fire. His lips puckered in thought.
You may not have been physical in weeks, but it was daunting seeing how in recent days you hadn’t properly spoken to one another. It was awkward, and a little unnerving. It felt as if a stranger sat across from you.
“Are,” you began, getting Morpheus’s attention, “are you okay?”
Morpheus cocked his head in minor confusion. “Am I?”
“Yes, are you?”
“My sweetness, I am perfectly fine.”
You nodded.
“It is you who I worry about.”
Now, you were confused. “Me? Why?”
He sighed. The time has come. He got up and strolled over to you in three easy strides. Standing over you, he cupped your face. “Have I truly made you feel so abandoned?”
You scrunched up your face. “Abandoned? No, not -“
“My love, please, do not lie.”
“Morpheus, sweet Morpheus,” you hummed, smiling at him. Despite the obvious ache in your heart. “I don’t feel abandoned. I know of your duties and everything you must do.”
“But.”
You smiled softly. “I’m okay, I swear. You simply worry too much.”
The Dreaming is more important, you thought.
“Worry? Is it wrong to worry when I have forgotten the one I love?” He huffed. His thumb began to rub soothing circles on your cheek. “Yes, I do worry but, right now, I am more upset than anything.”
“Morpheus -“
“You needn’t lie for my pride. I already know the truth.”
You blinked.
He sighed, dropping his hand. “I have left you alone - needing - so you sought pleasure elsewhere.”
“What?” Your heart skipped. Fearful and slightly ashamed.
“You have used the Dreaming to create another me to fill your needs. I heard you calling out and to say I was surprised at the sight I saw is an understatement.”
Your cheeks warmed. You didn’t think he - “Morpheus, it’s fine. Honestly I don’t know why -“
“Tell me what you want.”
“Excuse me?”
He cupped your face with both hands, gently tilting your head back. He bent down. His lips brushed over yours, instantly drawing you in. “Tell me what you want, my love. Use me to fill your needs.”
“Morpheus -“
“Don’t,” he murmured against your lips. “A husband should care for the one they swore to love for eternity. And I have put my attention elsewhere. I’ve hurt you.”
Your hands slowly moved up bunching the front of his shirt. You haven’t had him - the real him - so close in a while. “You didn’t hurt me.”
It was the truth. You still loved him, always will.
He laughed once through his nose and smiled. “You are too good for me.”
Your hands wandered up further threading into the ends of his hair. You curled your fingers softly, nails scraping against the base of his head. He closed his eyes and hummed.
You bit back a knowing smirk. “It seems you have also neglected your needs, my sweet king.”
He chuckled. “I suppose I have.”
You finally pulled him in.
Your lips melded together. Like two puzzle pieces. Electricity ripples through your body. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. He greedily followed your lead. You forcibly yanked on his hair. He moaned, opening his mouth. The perfect opportunity. Your tongue snuck in.
He groaned.
Your heart jumped. Oh, how you loved the bodies he made. It drove you crazy. Each hum, each moan, seemed to go through you.
He smirked against you.
Although he may give himself over to you, he did enjoy teasing you. As your tongue swirled around, soon Morpheus quickly gained control. He knew exactly what to do and knew your own body better than yourself. In seconds, you were a puddle in his grasp.
You whimpered.
He gently guided you to your feet. His expert fingers trailed down your spine leaving sparks. Morpheus’s hands moved to your hips. You threw your arms over his shoulders bringing him impossibly close. You both clumsily stumbled around. Yet, your chest started to constrict. Your lungs burned. Air, you needed air. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead on his. Your chest heaved in chaotic unison.
Morpheus drawed your hips closer.
The simple friction was fire across your starved skin. You bit the inside of your cheek, humming.
“What do you want?” He whispered.
“You,” you breathed out.
You walked forward, pushing Morpheus backwards until he hit the edge of the bed. He flopped. His arms sprawled out to the sides, his coat draped behind him, his hair pointed in all directions, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and swollen, and his eyes - oh his eyes - were soft in absolute adoration.
He smiled lovingly up at you. “Use me as you wish, my love.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You crawled up on top of him. You pulled him into another deepening kiss. He hummed, his hands flew up gripping your hips.
But, you ended the kiss quickly.
He groaned, disappointed.
You kissed the corner of his lips, down his face, over and up his jaw, then to his neck. He craned his neck back. You peppered kisses up and down his neck, and when you hit a certain spot, right at the crook, Morpheus’s hands tightened, possibly bruising your hips.
You smirked against his skin.
You nipped at him, starting to mark his perfect skin. He groaned, “(Y/N).”
It sent shivers down your spine, and directly to your core. His deep resonance, his pleas, it was dizzying.
Your hands snuck under his shirt tracing every taunt muscle. Your lips moved over his neck to the other side. He leaned, giving you easy access to nip, bite, and mark more of his skin. Your palm laid flat over his chest. His heart thrummed.
You leaned back.
He breathed heavily. His brilliant eyes darkened.
You grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him up. Your lips smashed together, hot and heavy. And now, he decided to return the favor. His lips ghosted over your neck. Such a simple touch made your head fall back as you groaned.
He smirked.
Needing more, you grinded down.
Morpheus moaned, dropping his head on your shoulder. “Do that again, my love, and I won’t be able to control myself,” he mumbled.
You smirked, grinding down again. He chuckled darkly. He pulled back looking at you in the eye. His index finger and thumb wrapped around your chin, bringing you closer. “Is that what you want?”
Your pleasure meant the world to him. He wanted it to be about you.
“Yes,” you murmured.
“As you wish, my sweetness.”
You feverishly tore off each other’s clothes. Each layer fluttered to the bedroom floor, piles upon piles. Morpheus laid you gently on your back on the dark sheets. He hovered over you. He bent down kissing you softly. You hummed, knotting your fingers in his already messy hair. He pulled away, licking his lips.
Biting back a smile, you slowly pushed him downward. He smirked, taking your not so subtle hint. His lips trailed down your body.
His talented mouth kissed down the valley between your breasts then over to one. Slowly, taking one his mouth, he swirled his tongue over your perked nipple. You sighed, tightening your grip in his hair. His hand kneaded your other neglected breast. Working you, sending you into pleasure. He pinched your nipple.
“Morpheus.”
He popped out your breast and switched, working on the other one. You arched your back, moaning. He knew exactly what to do. He knew how to rile you up in the most delicious taintilizing ways. All of it, leaving you needing and begging for more.
His eyes flickered up. Your eyes were closed, as you fell apart to his touch. Smiling against your skin, he moved farther down, kissing and nipping at your skin. He nipped at your hips, then down your inner thigh.
You squirmed.
You were dripping, desperate for any friction, for some sort of relief. One finger dragged between your folds collecting your wetness. “Morpheus, please,” you begged.
“Patience, my love.”
One finger slid in, soft simple strokes. He was teasing you. Not offering you enough. You bucked your hips begging for more, desperately trying to ride his one finger.
Then he dove in.
His tongue swirled around your clit. You sighed in pleasure, and tugged on his hair. Another finger slid in. He pumped you, a soft rhythm, gently stroking your walls.
He curled his fingers, beckoning you.
You gasped. Your eyes flew open, and peered down at him. His dark eyes met yours. Buried between your thighs, he stared unwavering up at you. Heat spread throughout you. He curled his fingers again.
You moaned, your head falling back.
Each stroke brought you closer and closer and -
He stopped.
He removed his fingers and pulled away completely leaving you feeling utterly empty. You whined. Looking down at him, he put his two fingers, covered in your juices, in his mouth. He moaned at your taste. His tongue swirled around his fingers leaving you wishing it was you.
You bit your lip, whimpering.
He chuckled. “Do not worry, my sweetness. I’ll help.”
Crawling over top of you, he paused. He stared lovingly down at you. You smiled reaching up, cupping his face. He turned his head kissing your palm and down your inner wrist. He brought your hands over your head. Your fingers intertwined together. Your band and his clacked together.
He lined himself up.
He bent down kissing you.
Without warning, he slid in.
You moaned against his mouth, and he eagerly swallowed the noise. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. His dazzling blue eyes bore down at you. You smiled softly at him.
He rocked his hips.
Your face twisted in pleasure.
Slow and steady pace. Each movement filled and stretched you, each movement a show of his undying affection, each movement an apology for leaving you.
“Morpheus,” you whined.
“I know, bear with me, my love.” He dropped his head onto your shoulder. He kissed your skin as he gently rocked his hips. “You are truly too good for me.”
You tightened your hands in his. “I love you, Morpheus. Nothing will change that.”
“And I love you.”
He bucked his hips at a different angle. You moaned, arching your back. “Morpheus, please, faster.”
He smiled, and teasingly said. “If that is what you want.”
“Yes, more than anything.” You mewled.
He snapped his hips.
A new relentless pace. A string of curses left your lips. You instantly wrapped your legs around his hips. Pressure build and build. Your walls hugged his cock wonderfully, as he hit all the right spots. Like before, he knew your body well.
His heavy breathing fanned across your already hot skin.
He slipped one hand free from your grasp. Tracing down between your molded bodies, his finger circled around your cliff. “Fuck,” you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Ah, look at me, my love.”
You cracked open your eyes to see the endless blue. He expertly swirled his finger again. Your mouth fell open.
“You are divine,” he whispered. Your wall fluttered around him, warning him. He groaned. He knew you were about to reach your end, and soon so was he. “Come for me.”
You whined.
“Come for your dear husband.”
His words fueled the already burning fire.
You cried out his name as you clamped down around him.
He smiled to himself.
He continued to work you through your orgasm sending you higher than before. Until, you were completely filled with ecstasy. You writhed beneath him, repeating only his name. Your mind clouded in only absolute pleasure.
Morpheus soon followed after. Your name tumbled off his lips in a low groan. He hovered over you, breathless. You smiled lazily, brushing his hair out of his flushed face.
He smiled down at you.
He fell down into the sheets. You instantly crawled over to him laying your head on his chest. Your ear pressed to his heart listening to its erratic beat as it began to slow down. His arms wrapped around you, unwilling to let you go. Not ever again. His finger drew lazy shapes on your still hot skin.
“If you need anything, do tell me,” he said, breaking the silence.
“Of course,” you whispered against his skin.
His index finger titled your chin back. His eyes connected with yours, and he smiled softly. “Please,” he repeated, “do not think your needs are less than. You are more important in every way.”
You matched his smile. “Do not say that or I’ll have you trapped in here.”
He laughed once. “Please do from time to time.”
You laughed.
He bent his head pressing a loving kiss to your lips. You sighed, closing your eyes. Slowly, he pulled away and whispered. “I love you.”
Synopsis: You and Morpheus have a strained relationship, your anger at his absence and the downfall of the Dreaming consuming you. But what happens when Morpheus offers you control over him? Or so you thought.
Warnings: I have only seen the show so I apologise in advance if anything doesn't add up - also Morpheus' chambers is a completely made up room. NSFW + 18, little rough I guess, throat grabbing, power play, Morpheus being just....dreamy.
Your eyes watched with vague disinterest as Morpheus stood at the head of the table in Lucienne's library, he had called a meeting to discuss the best way to rebuild the Dreaming now that all loose ends had been dealt with.
"I think this is the best way forward, however I am willing to listen to any suggestions" The snort you made came too quickly for you to stop it and loud enough for everyone, including Morpheus to hear it. "Is there something you wish to say?"
Your eyes met his from across the table, you could see despite his best efforts to remain neutral, a darker look crossed Morpheus' face. The same one you had seen so many times before the inevitable arguing between you began. "Nothing you would enjoy hearing....my lord"
You heard Matthew mutter a curse at your sarcasm, Luciennes' pleading eyes tried and failed to catch your gaze but you would not break eye contact with Morpheus, you knew it angered him further, a show of disobedience, not cowering under his dark gaze.
"Hmm" Morpheus' deep hum as he looked over you, hatred seemed to lay nestled in his eyes, his irises growing almost black as he stared back at you. "One day you will regret growing enough confidence to defy me"
"One day you will regret blah blah blah" You mocked Morpheus' voice, your feet resting on the table as you allowed the chair you sat on the lean backwards, the satin dress that covered your body slipping up as you reclined.
"I think you enjoy it"
"Enjoy what little bird?" Matthew landed on the table beside you, rustling his wings.
"Lighting his fuse, hacking at his patience, whatever you want to call it, you enjoy it"
"Enjoy angering him? I suppose I do"
"Why?"
"He's so high and mighty, when he was away we saw the true nature of his power, how it crumbled, he left us to watch as our home fell down around us and then he returned and expected us to just fall back in line?"
"He was captured, and sure he might be a broody ass but he wont let that happen again, you know angering him will only end in your own downfall, I like you, everyone does but none of us will be able to help you if he decides to...you know"
"Banish me? Destroy me? Lock me away in hell?"
"Sure any one of those" You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back, your eyes scanning the ceiling. The great doors to the library opened, the hingers creaking under the weight, calculated footsteps that could only belong to Lucienne echoed as she neared you. "Lord Morpheus has requested your presence"
You sighed. Of course he has, you stood up to face Lucienne, her face was both worried and neutral as she looked at you. Her gaze flicked to Matthew quickly before adding. "In his private chambers"
Your eyes narrowed at this. You had never been called to his chambers before. Few had. "Why? Is his throne no longer comfortable enough for his royal ass?"
"Please Y/N, do not anger him further"
The walk to Morpheus' chamber was a short one, but you made sure to take the stairs at a painfully slow pace, stopping occasionally to look out a window or two. When your hand finally met the wood of his doors you knew it had been long enough to anger him further.
"Enter"
Morpheus was sat at a desk in the centre of the room, the large window behind showcasing a dark starry sky, the room itself was dark, each piece seemed to be carved from the blackest of wood from his desk to the bed off to the side of the room, sheets impossibly black, the ceiling an endless shadow of darkness. The only light came from candles that flicked with an unnaturally cool flame. It was entirely him. You made your way over to the desk, stopping just far enough away to warrant him not telling you to come closer.
You watched as he leant back in his chair, his eyes raking over you before speaking. "You summoned me?" You did not hide the bite in your tone, he did not miss it either.
"You know before my time away I took great pleasure in punishing those who defied me, those you attempted to make me look weak" He rose from his chair, moving slowly around the table to you, his long coat following behind him as he moved. "Now? Well now I like to think I have perhaps changed my ways...but you? You still defy me, I can feel it, the anger you have when you look upon me. Tell me, what is it that makes you hate me?"
You looked at Morpheus, a brief flash of confusion crossed your face at his question but before you could answer he continued talking. "I think perhaps it is because you have no power over me"
You huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "You think this is about control?"
"Isn't it?
"No"
"No? So if I were to command it, you would give me full control?"
"Would I have a choice?" His eyes watched you, you could feel them burning like fire over your skin, but still you refused to meet his gaze. He was too close to you now, you could feel the heat from him as he stood by you.
"Perhaps it would help if I let you have it, even for a brief moment" His lips were so close to your ear, his voice a whisper, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke. "I think you would enjoy having me beneath you. At your mercy. To be above your King"
Your mouth parted as a breath you didn't realise you were holding was released. Something in you craved that power over him, to give into this, to allow yourself to use him, perhaps he was right, maybe that would help, help to finally remove this tension you felt around him. Was it just lust after all this time?
"Tell me what to do" Finally your eyes met at his words, he could see the temptation there as you pulled your lip between your teeth, a frown pulling at your eyebrows as you contemplated what he was offering, your desires slowly taking over you. Your eyes flicked to the bed behind him.
"Sit" The words felt wrong falling from your lips, a command you weren't fully ready to give you realised, how unnatural it felt to give him an order. How even more unnatural it felt when he obeyed you, sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching you quietly as you moved without thinking in front of him. You tried to get your body to relax under his calculating gaze, tried to get rid of the fear that you couldn't help but feel as you stood before him, thinking of what to do next.
Your fingers slipped under the delicate straps of your dress, easily allowing them to drop down your arms, the fabric threatening to fall from you. His eyes flicked to the movement. "Eyes up. Keep them there" without fail he returned his gaze to you, a whirlwind hit your stomach at the sensation, your confidence faltering for a second.
You wondered briefly if it was hard for him to maintain eye contact instead of allowing his eyes to travel down your body, to imagine what was beneath the thin silk of your dress, but still his eyes followed yours and you moved even closer, your body now coming to a stop right in front of him, your legs brushing against his knees.
You felt like you couldn't control your breathing, excitement and lust were clawing at you, begging you to take what you so badly wanted. You moved quickly before you could change your mind, mounting yourself on his lap, your legs trapping his, your upper thighs pushing into him. You heard his breath hitch, it was so subtle you almost missed it, but the fire it lit in you was unmissable.
You felt Morpheus' hand on your thigh, holding you in place, a vice like grip to attempt to stop you from your next move. You allowed a smirk to pull at your lips. "Is this hard for you my King?" His jaw twitched at the title. Your hands came up to his coat, undoing the buttons and pushing git from his shoulders, letting the dark fabric pool on the bed behind him, your fingers danced by his throat, touching his skin before you pushed him back.
You followed him down, leaning above him, your breasts within eye shot now the thin fabric of your dress had fallen forward but still Morpheus kept his eyes locked with yours as you commanded. You could feel the ridges of muscle under his dark shirt as you moved your hand along him, reaching for his trousers, pulling them undone before slipping your hand under to grab him. Morpheus inhaled at your touch, his body tensing below you, his grip on your thigh tightening. "You seem to be enjoying it" You kept your voice to a whisper as your hand moved along his hard length, stoking him slowly.
For the first time since you gave the order Morpheus' gaze broke from your to flick down to where your hand disappeared beneath the fabric of his trousers. The hand holding you up slid further down, bringing you closer to him, almost trapping your arm between you.
"You looked away my King" His eyes met yours once more as you removed your hand from him, but this time they were darker, the same darkness you had seen so many times before but here, in this moment, you felt as if that darkness would consume you.
Morpheus moved, too quickly for you to stop him, his hand moved from your thigh to your neck, gripping it harshly as he pushed himself up, bringing you with him until you were once again in his lap. Your gasp came in a short burst, his hand only allowing the shallowest of breaths. His other hand gripping hard enough to bruised as he held you in place, leaning in close to you, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he stopped just before your lips touched. "Your brief moment is over"
You tried to move but this only resulted in you moving your hips against his, his clothed member brushing against you before you felt yourself being lifted and thrown back onto the bed, the black sheets twisting around you as Morpheus pinned you down. "Did you truly believe I would allow you to take control?" His hands gripped onto the fabric of your dress, lifting it above your hips, the silk bunching at your waist.
You wanted to fight back, anger washed over you at having been tricked but you didn't. Because deep down you knew that you wanted him more than you wanted to prove a point. He let his fingers brush over your thighs, slowly coming up to where you wanted him, his fingers pushing between your folds, though the wetness that had pooled there. "Hmm...you seem to be enjoying it" He mocked before pushing his fingers into you. Your hips bucked up to meet him, his fingers pushing in and out of you painfully slow, curling up to hit that spot that made you gasp out a moan.
His lips met your collarbone as he moved his hand, kissing a bitting his way up your neck, leaving marks as he went. You felt the coil wind tighter and tighter inside of you, you breaths mixing with hushed moans as his lips ghosted over yours, never touching but teasing.
"Please" You cursed yourself for begging but it wasn't enough, you needed more, you needed him.
"Are you begging for your King?" You didn't miss the small smirk that shot across Morpheus' face as you looked over you. "Beg some more"
"No" His fingers stopped but they remained in you, you fought the urge to move your hips against them yourself, to take what you wanted.
"No? Perhaps you want to stop then? Your punishment can be being left unsatisfied" You felt your jaw tense as you looked up at him. Your eyes boring into his a mix of lust and hatred clouding your vision. His fingers curled once inside of you causing you to gasp, your eyes fluttering closed for a second as a wave of tension washed over you, causing your stomach to drop. You cursed yourself again.
"Please"
"Please?" Your eyes snapped open to meet his sickeningly smug gaze.
"Please my king"
"What do you want?" You groaned, starting to move your hips but he stopped you. "Speak"
"I want you, please" You could have cried out when you felt Morpheus remove his fingers, his cruel joke becoming too much for you until he pushed his trouser down further, releasing himself and pushing back between your thighs, his eyes met yours again, pausing for a second, before finally pushing into you.
You let your head fall back into the sheets, a moan falling freely from your lips as he starting moving at a punishing pace. His hips never faltering as he pounded into you over and over again, your hands clawing at his back, nails digging into his skin causing him to hiss and thrust harder into you.
His own breaths growing heavy as he moved, his lips finding your neck again as he tried to contain his own groans. as he moves within you. Your hands find their way to his hair, messing up the strands as you cling onto him, trying to pull him closer as you feel your release building up again.
"Morpheus-" You gasp his name when he changes the angle of his hips, hitting you deeper, harder.
"Say it again" He whispers, his face resting against yours, you lips grazing against each others, breath mingling as you both move.
"Morpheus" Finally he pushes his lips into yours, the sensation of his lips fighting yours for dominance, his tongue pushing against your lips, seeking entrance has you gripping him harder, your things trapping him against you, his pelvis brushing against your clit.
You moan against his lips, the feeling inside you so close to snapping, he pulls away from you resting his forehead against yours. "Let go" his voice is thick, grated, raw, it sends you over the edge, your body tensing as your release washes over you, your arms still pulling Morpheus against you as you moan.
He felt you tense around him, your grip like a vice, he couldn't control himself as his release followed yours, his head falling against your neck as he groaned louder than before, the heat of his release filling you his hips faltering for the first time as he rode out his high.
After a few more thrusts Morpheus finally stopped, slipping from you gently, his eyes looking over you, it was the most gentle look he had ever given you, it stole what little breath you had left as his fingers gently brushed away a strand of hair from your face.
You were so unused to the King of Dreams looking at you this way that you couldn't look away from him, your eyes scanned his features, up close he was even more beautiful, his lips mere inches from your own. You were tempted to kiss him again, but something stopped you. Your pride maybe, the fact that you didn't want to admit that your anger for him was annoyingly out of reach now, your feelings of longing taking control.
You hated to admit that you wanted nothing more right now than for him to kiss you and take you again.
"Do you still hate me?" As if reading your thoughts Morpheus' voice grabbed your attention.
"Annoyingly I don't think so" You allowed yourself to start to smile.
"I'm glad I could change your mind"
"Is this how you change the mind of everyone who hates you?" Morpheus looked down when you said this, his eyes scanning over your body, still trapped beneath him.
"No. This punishment is reserved only for you"
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to continue defying you" Morpheus' eyes snapped back up to yours, that familiar darkness growing in them once more.
I think it’s very telling that uncharted fans are more mad about Tom Holland’s casting as young white man than they are about the casting of a man that committed literal hate crimes
You're always gonna have unhappy people when it comes to movie and show adaptations from games. So if you're excited to see it, be fucking ecstatic! Fuck the people whining about casting.
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