#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)

Even after he'd saved the girl's life, he'd argued with himself - and his sister, of course - that he'd done it for the cat. That was not out of the realm of belief; his fondness for the feline creatures was well known among his siblings and the other host of immortal beings. The cat, he'd argued, deserved a life of dignity, and he'd simply wanted to ensure that the mortal was able to give the creature such.

That had been a month ago, and still his raven could be seen outside the mortal’s apartment… And her place of work across the street… And her favorite restaurants, coffee shops, at the homes of her other mortal acquaintances. Matthew had voiced his opinions at length each time he returned to his master's side to provide him with an update on the “cat”. The raven's gossip had spread until the whole of The Dreaming spoke of the mortal girl their creator was definitely not watching.

So, there he was, Dream of The Endless, sitting stiffly upon his throne, head tilted back, starlit eyes watching the cosmos of shifting color above him, yet unable to think of anything but her face. Through the raven's eyes, she looked so different than how he remembered her. When she'd stood tucked within his shielding embrace, she'd looked so small… So fragile. Perhaps that had simply been because of her close encounter with the front side of a car, he'd reasoned. Either way, she seemed so much more alive when he looked upon her through Matthew's eyes. It was… Frustrating and relieving, and all of it just confused the immortal being more.

*

You gently fluffed the soft petals of the flower in front of you, urging it open just a touch more before meticulously setting it into place within the arrangement in front of you. It was simple, a variety of purple and red flowers dappled with the calming white of baby’s breath. You’d made similar bouquets before for several occasions, but you still found yourself enjoying the mix of colors.

The life of a florist was hardly complicated, and you enjoyed it that way. You enjoyed the simplicity of your job and of your life in general. It was predictable and safe and yet… something in you ached for something more. What? You had no idea, or rather, you didn’t want to admit you knew exactly what that part of you longed for.

Somewhere deep in your mind, the part you’d been trying not to think about, the colors pulled your thoughts to that night a month ago. The cat - who had grown only slightly less afraid and prone to scratching you - had run into the road, and you, foolish, stupid, idiotic you, had run in after it.

A month ago, you'd almost died, and yet all you could seem to care about was that smell… That stranger.

Lavender and poppies.

It wasn’t a particularly rare pairing, though it was one you'd rarely encountered before, but somehow that only made you feel worse. It was a known pairing. So, one would assume it’d be easy to find that smell again… to find some tangible proof of your stranger. Over the weeks that followed, you'd searched stores and online shops trying to find the cologne or perfume that he’d certainly had to douse himself in for it to stick to you so primally. Nothing came of it, of course, only lending more power to the thought that had plagued you since.

You made it all up, you'd told yourself almost immediately after it happened. You did something moronic, and to cope with your own life-threatening stupidity, you conjured up some tall, handsome stranger to explain away how you didn't die. It was the only thing that made any sense at all.

No one could be that fast. No one could be that tall and handsome and… You set your palms flat against the counter and shook your head. Lavender and poppies… It simply wasn't real, and you simply had to accept that, no matter how difficult.

*

This is foolish, Dream thought to himself for the third time since his fine leather boots had touched the sidewalk of the mortal realm. Matthew had said very little on their walk through the streets, hovering close by with a glint in his eyes that made Dream feel even more foolish. “Stop that.”

“Flying?” Matthew replied. “That’d be a serious nosedive.”

“Staring,” he’d practically growled back.

“I’m not staring.”

“I can feel your attitude from here.” He shook his head and stood up just a hair straighter. “As I told you, we’re just here for a moment.”

The bird laughed. “Riiight. Just coming to stretch our legs as it were.”

“Yes,” Dream agreed, quickly offering up the excuse he’d practiced last night. “I find it helpful to walk among humans every so often, especially when crafting new nightmares proves difficult.”

“Has it?”

The offense he felt was instant, and Dream couldn’t help but glare up at the bird. “No.”

Mathew practically beamed back. “Then why do you need the walk?”

“I do not need anything. I simply…” Dream sighed. Of course, he’d make this insufferable. “I am your sovereign, I may walk if I wish to walk.”

The raven reveled in his victory with a loud caw. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

Why did I even let him come? Dream wondered, trying not to make it obvious that he’d purposefully changed course and began walking towards the coffee shop where he’d last seen the mortal sitting in through his raven’s eyes. It was a hopeless endeavor, he knew, but even that, it seemed, couldn’t deter him from continuing his foolish mission.

A sickly aroma wafted from the building that made him wince. Coffee beans, caffeine, and a mixture of the many bodies that stood within the small shop. It was horrible. Overwhelming and all for not.

She wasn’t there, in the spot she’d been sitting in that morning. Dream felt his face fall as he gazed through the window, eyes searching the crowd of people, hoping he’d simply missed her. Matthew hopped at his feet and cleared his throat. “She’s not here.”

“What?” Dream looked down at the bird. “I am not-”

“Cut the bullshit, boss,” he replied quickly. “It’s so beyond obvious it’s getting painful.”

Dream turned his head away, glaring back in at the window, at the shop full of people that weren’t the person he’d not been looking for. Through clenched teeth, he eventually asked, “Where is she?”

Matthew’s chest puffed up. “Who? I thought we weren’t looking for anyone.”

“Matthew.”

“Alright, fine.” The bird took to the sky once more. “She’ll already be at work by now. Follow me.”

For a moment, he considered not listening. He’d considered turning around and summoning his sand to whisk him away from the mortal realm and back home, where he felt safe, where everything was familiar and known. But, in the end, he could not ignore the pull within him - the longing.

And so, Dream followed his raven around the corner and down the busy sidewalks for another block or two before Matthew landed on a nearby lamppost. His small beak gestured to the familiar flower shop tucked away between a bakery and some sort of laundry mat. It was just as he’d seen it through Matthew’s eyes over the past month, small and simple, bursting with color and the floral scent that had clung to her that night.

There, standing at a counter with flowers scattered about in a methodical madness he understood all too well, she stood. Her head was down, hair hanging messily around her soft face as she diligently worked on cutting and placing the flowers properly. For a moment, foolish as it was, he felt as though his breath was stolen from him. She was just as he remembered. Simple and sweet, not unlike the flowers she arranged. Not asking for attention, not wishing to stand out, simply doing so because she was beautiful just as she was.

He remained across the street, looking breathlessly in through the front window. His whole body swayed, a desire to walk towards her nearly making his feet move on their own. Dream remained steadfast, forcing himself to be content with this.

Distance. Stolen glances. Never being known by her. That was all he could truly offer, and yet that knowledge did not stop him from wishing. Even for something as simple as a glance, Dream of the Endless would give practically anything.

Her head lifted, and her soft, human eyes met his. A sigh fell from his lips, one of a wish come true. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the color quickly becoming his favorite.

Even from afar, he could see the awe that struck her as her hands fumbled the flower in front of her, sending it falling to the ground. She bent down to retrieve it just as his sand fell through his fingers.

*

You’d been so consumed by the intricate arrangement in front of you that’d you’d unknowingly skipped lunch. Instead, sustaining, or pretending to, yourself with every delicate petal molding beneath your fingers and every quick snip to trim too-long stems. You’d let the arrangement consume all else. It was really the only way to keep your mind from wandering to places that just made you feel crazier.

Admiring the arrangement of flowers, the balance of pinks and whites, and baby blues, you couldn’t help but smile. The wedding will be gorgeous, you thought, as you often did when working on wedding arrangements. This would usually be where you’d allow yourself to imagine what your floral choices would be at your own, very pretend, wedding. Today, however, it was the moment you’d once again let your thoughts slip back to the stranger.

Tall and handsome with eyes that sparkled like starlight. He would make a lovely groom, you thought. All it took was one picture of you standing beside him again, dressed in a pretty dress, for you to shake your head and scold yourself, “Stupid.”

You didn’t even know him. He could be married or gay or some horrible monster of a human being. Again, you shook your head and busied your hands. He isn’t even real.

A loud caw echoed through the window, and your head turned, eyes casting up to gaze lovingly at the raven you’d been seeing practically everywhere. You smiled and tried to think back to whether you’d packed his favorite treats in your bag that morning before leaving. Then your gaze fell to the sidewalk, to the figure clad in black standing there… to the eyes of shining starlight that had been haunting your every thought.

Your fingers twitched, sending the delicate peony falling to the floor. In a moment of confused disbelief, and perhaps panic, you quickly tore your gaze away and bent to retrieve it. When you stood again, placing the flower back on the work table, and turned your head back to the window, he was gone. You’d stumbled around the counter and out the front door, desperately glancing left and right in search of that midnight black.

Nothing. You almost laughed at yourself, at the way your eyes slightly burned and began filling with tears. Of course, it was nothing.