#morpheus dream

The dreaming is beautiful, always has been and as far as you know, it always will be.

You werent anyone special...at least by human standards. you slept, wandered the dreaming frollicking in your fantasies, and woke up the next morning like everyone else. but for the prince of stories, you were EXTRAORDINARY.

kind, sympathetic, selfless, everything he loved about humanity. It amazed him how someone like YOU could still hold that purity in a world so cold and cruel. Dream had to meet you, to know you, and he wanted you to know him as well.

Of course, as it often does Lord Morpheus' curiosity had gotten the best of him. From visiting you in your dreams, to inviting you to his palace in the dreaming, you werent sure how you caught his attention, but youre VERY glad you did.

However, the dreaming wasnt always butterflies and unicorns with morpheus. when he was free of his duties, the two of you would go for long, thoughtful walks in the gardens of fiddlers green, or along the dark black sands under the bright stars when you knew the world was at rest.

Other times though, the king of dreams was far too busy to even concern himself with where you were in the dreaming when you arrived. tonight, was one of those nights.

You found yourself roaming the halls of his palace, admiring his art. the fine details in the oil paintings, carvings of the marble statues, everything perfect down to the last inch. even in the resting hours of the dreaming, the realm seemed to glow in its beauty.

It wasnt long in your wandering before you grabbed the attention of the endless lord. Morpheus could hear your footsteps drawing closer, and knew he would be disturbed soon. either by your presence, or the fact that youd get lost if he didnt intervene... so naturally, he did.

"my darling...have you lost your way?"

you stop in your tracks, caught off guard by his sudden deep voice echoing off the walls.

"Dream? where are you...? i can hear you but..."

Your footsteps become frantic, eager to find your king in the dark halls of his dimly lit palace. a small smile appears on his face as he realizes how badly you want to see him.

"this way dearest. i can hear you getting closer."

He responds to you. after the short pitter patter of your erratic feet, you find yourself gazing at him from beyond his desk. his long fingers shuffling and flipping through loose papers as he glances up at you behind his black lashes.

"finally, you sure know how to hide from a girl dont you my lord?"

"i am not hiding, im busy."

his eyes fall back to the papers he signs in front of you. after doing so, the paper disappears with a sandy gold glow.

"may i....ask what youre busy doing?"

you fiddle with your fingers as you speak to him. knowing that when hes in certain moods, its very hard to get through to him. "neck deep in paperwork," is one of those moods.

"its none of your concern. however i AM sure you wouldnt mind waiting for me in my chambers while i finish my work."

Morpheus never takes his eyes off the papers as he continues to scribble his name on some of them, setting others to the side for later approval. Puffing your lips up into a pout, you take a seat on his desk. this time, he raises his eyes once more to you, his hands freezing for the first time the whole night.

"Y/N..."

Stern in his tone, you can tell he's serious and not in the mood to play any of your games. were you being a brat? of course you were. the man rules his own realm, theres obviously matters that concern him in the late hours. but even an endless needs a break sometimes, and with you as his "official, not official girlfriend" it was up to you to convince your lover to at LEAST do that.

"i'm not bothering you am i? i dont mind waiting id just...rather wait here."

You reply, cutely smiling at him. the lord shaper scoffs at you as he continues digging through the paperwork. your own eyes scan over the many trinkets and gadgets he has aligning his desk, and you cant help but find it so cute that a man like him, still decorated his personal spaces.

"may i suggest, perhaps sitting elsewhere...?"

Clearly agitated with your presence, dream gently pushes your thigh with his finger tip making more area room to sign his papers. happily, you ignore his question, and instead ask your own.

"....wont you take a break with me dream? just a few minutes. we can sit out in your garden with the roses."

"No."

well THAT was quick. did he even think about it? you ask yourself a million questions before pushing one of his trinkets to the floor, "happiness" turning to anger.

"Please dont do that."

He stops his writing long enough to glance at you in annoyance before his pen began its job once more.

"please take a break."

you retort, Noticing his concern for the item you purposely pushed to the ground in front of him.

"dont worry, its not broken. besides that was an....accident."

hand resting on another object, dream quickly grabs your wrist.

"Dont. i said please."

"so did i."

you both stare at each other for what felt like minutes. his cold, blue eyes burning into yours and suddenly, you get an idea. a deliciously devious idea.

"i cannot take a break. surely you understand the extent of my duties. if you cannot respect them, i may be forced to send you back to the waking world."

so strict, by the gods you loved it. and he loved you. how you pushed him to explore his humanity, to enjoy his immortal, endless life. he wasnt human by any means, but he knew if ANYONE could make him feel so, it was you.

"i respect you dream....my lord... and, im sorry. i just dont want you to be overwhelmed with your responsibilities my love."

You raise your hand, gently kissing his knuckles and he slowly lets your wrist go afterwards.

"thank you."

He replies, pulling another small stack of papers from an envelope within his desk.

"i should...probably pick that thing up for you."

Smirking to yourself, you slink down off of his desk. on your hands and knees, you grab dreams possession from the floor but you also have something else on your mind. it doesnt take long for morpheus to become suspicious of you.

"y/n? what are you-"

He's taken aback by your sudden hands on his inner thighs, massaging him dangerously close to his clothed cock in his pants.

"Im sorry my lord. i just...got distracted."

you tease, dreams hands instantly fly to yours to move them. but instead, you take his trinket and place it into his rough palm.

"as promised, see?"

A giggle escapes you, and you gaze into his eyes from between his legs. you little devil, you KNOW how much that drives him MAD with lust for you.

"thats enough. come from under there this instant."

Theres a change in his tone. this time, you hear him fighting his desire, and it makes you plant soft kisses along his thigh instead of obeying his command. morpheus would be a pure blooded LIAR if he said it didnt arouse him.

"please...i am...begging you-"

his grip tightens on the trinket in his hand before he tosses it onto his desk. the paperwork no longer his concern, no matter how badly he fails at claiming it is. in this moment, all he wants is to feel the inside of your mouth. of course, he CANT let you know that.

"i dont wanna dream...i want to stay right here, while you continue your 'duties'"

Mocking his deep voice, your hands rise up his thighs and make contact with his hardening dick in his pants, a heavy sigh leaves him as he realizes he will NOT be finishing his work tonight, but instead taking on a new task.

"is THAT what you want...? so be it."

Suddenly, dreams hands find their way into your hair as he firmly presses your face down into his crotch where you so LONGFULLY wished to be.

"You are such a needful little brat y/n. not allowing me to tend to the responsibilities of my realm, yet believing you deserve my gentle treatment?"

his voice is deep and sultry as he grinds his hips across your face. you can feel his length, rock hard on your cheek as his breath becomes heavy and ragged.

"you are quite the enigma my darling. so nurturing, meek, and docile in the waking world, but your dreams...they show me a different, subtle side of you."

He scoffs as his hands loosen from your hair, and take solace around your neck instead.

"Most people like you, have this carnal craving. this desire to be at the mercy of anyone who will give them just a hint of attention. its rather....pathetic."

Breathless...is one way to describe the feeling he gives you. he pulls at your neck, urging you to climb from under his desk and stand with him. his grip never falters as he stares down at your dark red face. you LOVE this, and he knows it.

"Nothing to say now...has the cat of dreams finally claimed your tongue?"

He's smiling. that adorable smile brings the same to your lips as you answer him.

"Y-yes my lord. its all ive wanted this evening."

Somehow, your confidence is gone. youre not sure if its his hands on your neck, or the fact that hes taken pure control of you, but every bone in your body wants to obey him. to let him use you. to let him FUCK you like the bratty whore youve been all night. and who would morpheus be to deny you?

"im sure it is. since you would like to be a nuisance, and keep me from my work, perhaps i should give you a task of your own."

He forcefully turns you around, bending you over all his paper work and folders as his strong hands make their way down your back. you try to push your ass back onto him, but with unimaginable strength, he holds you still by your hips.

"Enough. stay."

His voice is heavy with authority as he tugs your pajama shorts down to your knees with his free hand. your pussy drenched as he admires his prey from above. a truely beautiful sight to behold.

"can you recall how many times ive visited you in your dreams?"

Rough hands caresses your bare ass as he awaits your answer.

"n-no my lord."

Good girl. you know not to keep him waiting.

"And yet, you have no idea how many of your filthy delusions ive stood and witnessed for myself."

You didnt think you could be more aroused, but you clench your thighs together at the thought of the lord shaper watching your dreams. your DIRTY, WET dreams. the fantasies you wouldnt dare utter to a human soul, yet here he was. casually admiting that he may have seen them all.

"if your dreams are anything like your reality..."

He grinds into you. his cock clothed, but the heat still beautiful on your pussy as you moan his name for him, begging splendidly without doing so out loud.

"...then i know just how to break you."

The weight on your body grows heavy as morpheus leans over you, his strong hands returning to their grip on your hips.

a shiver travels down your spine, as his thick deliciously sexy voice makes its way into your ear.

"tell me my darling...do i have permission to BREAK you?"

(you guys, i wanted to make this SO MUCH LONGER and filthier!! but i wasnt too sure about it. 😅 please if you read this far, let me know if youd like me to go ALL OUT next time! or make a part 2 to this)

The Dreaming withered in his absence. Rivers stilled, flowers closed, libraries crumbled. And still he endured, his eyes burning with stars older than gods, a king stripped to stillness.

Until one night, something changed.

Not the circle, not the prison, not the chains of glass and spell. But the air itself—shifting like a tide. A mortal’s dream had wandered too close.

Not to the waking world above. Not to the cellar. But to him.

The sea of stars that always hung behind the glass stirred, shimmering brighter. A figure stepped into view, hesitant yet unafraid. Bare feet on starlight, hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, eyes steady in the impossible dark.

She drew closer until the starlit sea lapped against the glass. And then she raised her hand, pressing her palm to the smooth surface.

A voice filled the air—not spoken with lips, but carried on the gravity of storms, the weight of night itself.

“You are not supposed to be here.”

The woman did not flinch. “And yet,” she murmured, her voice low but certain, “here I am.”

For the first time in years, his gaze sharpened, focusing on her as though she were not merely a dream, but something more.

“My name is [Y/N],” she said, her hand still against the glass.

“Leave,” he commanded. The sound cracked the silence like thunder. “Before they notice you.”

She did. The dream dissolved, the stars retreating, and the silence folded back in on itself.

But she returned the next night. And the night after. And the night after that.

She never begged, never asked questions, never sought to claim or command. She stood in silence with him, her palm pressed to the glass, her eyes steady and calm.

She offered nothing but presence.

And in her presence, something impossible stirred.

For the first time in an age, the Endless remembered the taste of something he had long abandoned — a small, stubborn, dangerous thing.

Hope.

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