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✨Women✨

#Step on me, ladies

I hate being genderqueer/transmasc why the fuck do these two give me gender envy?

i just think he’s neat

there is not enough fucking aoyoma angst in this fandommmm

like???? its right there?? a little quirkless boy whos parents made him take a quirk that hurts just to use from the literal demon king instead of just having a quirkless child??? like the angst is all there

STRANGER THINGS NSFW AUDIOS !!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 3k celebration edition !! ࿐ྂ

-> first of all, thank you so much for 3k! I’m very grateful and I love u all. these are nsfw audios I found that sound similar to the stranger things characters.

-> this list will be updated if i find more + let me know if you have any that i can add ! (can be any character of age)

includes: steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, 001/peter ballard

warning: these are links to nsfw audios! (twitter + youtube)

masterlist | navigation — last update : 2 / 7 / 2022

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve harrington

one | two | three | four | five

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ eddie munson

one | two | three | four | five | six

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jonathan byers

one | two | three | four | five

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ billy hargrove

one | two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 001/peter ballard

one | two | three

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-> this list will be updated if i find more + let me know if you have any that i can add !! (can be any character of age)

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cold nights / eddie munson

one shot

cw: uh i don’t think anything it’s tame and cute

oh look, your idiot neighbor locked himself outside of his house during a thunderstorm.

—

you’d lived next door to eddie munson for a couple years now. you didn’t interact much with him since you preferred keeping to yourself as much as possible. high school was brutal, so you felt as though acting as if you were invisible would make it more tolerable.

not many people paid attention to you, but you paid attention to everyone. you’d like to say you only focused on eddie because he was a familiar face who just so happened to be ridiculously outgoing. however, that wasn’t the case. you paid attention to eddie munson because you found him attractive and through your limited interactions you’ve developed quite the crush on him.

it was early november when it happened. there was a raging storm going on outside. ice cold rain was whipped into your windows by the wind and the cracks of thunder were enough to shake your trailer. you were home alone at the time, tucked in your bed reading a book while waiting for it to pass. it was pretty late on that saturday night, but the headlights that shown through your window didn’t surprise you.

eddie got home late a lot, his headlights sometimes waking you up at two in the morning on a school night. that was probably a contribution to him missing so much school. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up to see him. was it slightly creepy that you could see into his living room from your window? yes, definitely. but somehow it comforted you knowing he got home safely.

you watched as he ran from his van, trying to get inside quickly to avoid the rain. the way his hair flew back made you laugh lightly to yourself. but instead of making it inside, he stood messing with the handle and trying to shoulder the door open. it wasn’t working. he was most definitely screaming a string of profanities right now, and you felt kind of bad. when he finally gave up on the door, he started trying the window, but that was no help either. he stomped down the stairs to his trailer, kicking over his empty trash can before going back to his van.

but tragically, he’d managed to lock himself out of that too. you watched as he kicked his tire before resting his head on his van in annoyance. you felt bad, it was freezing outside and he obviously didn’t have shelter and who knew when his uncle would make it back. you pushed yourself up from your window and quickly ran out your room and into your kitchen, grabbing your front door and throwing it open.

you were right, it was freezing outside and the rain felt painful as drops hit you. eddie was still leaning against his van, head in his hands. a huge crack of thunder happened, almost deafening you before lightning lit up the sky. the rain was so loud, but eddie wasn’t too far from your house. “munson!” you yelled out your door as loud as you could. eddie’s head picked up, looking around for where the voice had come from. another strike of lightning light up the sky just as his eyes found you.

a flash of light illuminating his guardian angel in her smurf pajama pants. he watched as you waved to him, motioning for him to come in your house. he debated it a moment, but the slight shiver that ran through him told him he needed to take your offer.

he jogged the few yards to your trailer and up your stairs, entering your trailer as you stepped aside for him. you close the door behind him, flipping on the light. the sight in front of you is one you’ll never forget. eddie is looking at you, with widened eyes and reddened cheeks. his hair was plastered to his face and all of his clothes were dripping. “hey y/n,” he said shyly.

you purse your lips before grabbing his arm and pulling him with you. he follows you, too confused to even ask. you push open the door for the bathroom and gesture for him to go in. “i’m gonna go find you some dry clothes, there’s towels under the sink,” you say and watch him reluctantly step into your bathroom. you disappear and eddie takes a moment to process.

he was standing, soaking wet, in his crushes bathroom right now. oh god he was soaked, he was probably making such a mess everywhere. he began taking off his vest and jacket, hanging it over your shower before peeling his shirt off his chest. “gross,” he mumbles to himself, ringing it out over your bathtub.

“hey, i found you some… woah,” you say, trailing off as you see the broad expanse of his back, tattoos littering the muscular canvas. you never expected eddie munson to be toned. he turned to you, your eyes focused on his pale torso that glistened with the rain water. you scanned up his chest, eyes lingering on his tattoos until they found his face, a small smirk on his lips. you shook your head, blinking hard and taking a step towards him. why didn’t he just close the door before starting to change? “these were my dad’s, i think they might be a bit big but, at least they’re dry,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes again as you hold out the clothes to him.

“thanks,” he starts, taking them from you. “and should i hang my clothes in here or?” he asks, turning to look at what he’d already put up.

you nod, looking at his haphazard way of hanging them up. “yeah, that’s fine, when you’re done come find me in the kitchen,” you say, wanting to not look back in his eyes. you see him nod out of your peripheral, so you back up, shutting the door once you’re out.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself in disbelief, holding your hands to your temples as you walk to the kitchen. “pull yourself together, y/n,” you huff under your breath before turning on your stove to make hot chocolate.

eddie eventually gets all his clothes off and dries himself off with one of your towels as he tries to process the situation. what the hell was happening right now? he grabbed the plaid pajama pants you’d brought for him, the cold making him start to shiver, and pulled them up before using the drawstring to tie them to where they wouldn’t fall off. he then grabbed the green long sleeve and pulled it over his still wet hair and down his body. it was probably a size too big on him and wasn’t exactly the warmest thing but it would do. after finally pulling on the socks you’d given him, he slowly opened the door.

he stepped out, looking around to take a moment and absorb your trailer. it was 100x cleaner than his, and honestly seemed quite homey. the only lights on in the house were the bathroom one, which he switched off, the one you had turned on in the kitchen and a small lamp in your bedroom. eddie slowly walked towards the kitchen, peaking around the corner to see you pouring hot chocolate mix into a mug as a kettle sat on the stove in front of you.

you looked up at him as he stepped into view and gave him a small smile. he swears, despite his skin feeling like ice, that his heart fluttered with warmth when he saw your face. “i'm making you some hot chocolate, you still really cold?” you ask, your motherly instinct kicking in.

“i- uh, yeah kind of,” he says, crossing his arms. you take a step over, leaning across the counter to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. you frown when he’s ice cold to the touch, moving your hand to his cheeks as well. his face flushes, but thankfully it was already red from the cold so you couldn’t tell.

you walk over to your living room quickly, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and back over to him. “here,” you mumble, standing on your tiptoes to drape it over his shoulders. eddie takes it, pulling it tightly around himself and watching you with awe as the kettle goes off. “you can sit,” you say softly, grabbing the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug.

eddie obliges, taking a seat at your dining room table. he studied you closely as you bring the mug to him and sit across from him. “thank you, for letting me in,” he says quietly, wrapping his hands around the warm mug.

you wave your hand in dismissal. “i wasn’t just going to let you freeze out there,” you say softly, crossing your leg under you. eddie takes a small, careful sip of the hot chocolate and lets out a sigh of content as the warmth spreads down his throat. “so… you locked yourself out?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the top of your table.

eddie nods, taking another drink. “it always seems to happen at the worst times,” he says. you nod, not knowing what to respond with. eddie bites his lip, wanting to get rid of this blanket of awkwardness that was beginning to settle over you two. “i never saw you as a night owl type of person,” he says.

you shrug, looking at your fingernails to avoid looking at him. “i was reading,” you mumble.

“oh? what book?” he asks, his interest piqued. he didn’t know you liked to read. well… as he thought about it he realized he didn’t know anything you liked to do.

you flashed your gaze up to him before looking back down. “the house of spirits,” you respond lowly.

“huh, i don’t think i’ve read that. is it good?” he pushes, not wanting this conversation to die.

you raise your eyebrow slightly at him. “you read?” you question.

eddie gasps, grabbing at his heart in mock offense. “do i read? i’m almost offended at that sweetheart, i play d&d you know? i love me some good fantasy,” he says, causing you to giggle. a smile spreads across his face at the sound, his heart skips a beat.

“guess i never thought to put those together,” you say shyly, your eyes cast down as you replay him calling you sweetheart over and over in your mind.

eddie takes another sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. “no? just assumed i was some freak who hated everything academic?” he quizzed.

“no, i just don’t think i can picture you sitting down and reading a book,” you defend yourself.

eddie smirks. “so what do you picture me doing then, if i’m not a reader?” he asks.

“uh,” you start, biting on your lower lip. you’ve pictured eddie doing a lot of things, but you didn’t necessarily want to tell him you’ve imagined how his hugs feel. “honestly? just playing d&d and smoking…” you say.

eddie shrugs, “i mean yes, i do that too.”

“what do you think i do?” you ask, your gaze lingering on his fingers.

eddie looks you up and down a moment, taking in your relaxed state. “to be completely honest, i don’t know. you’re a very mysterious girl, y/n,” he says truthfully.

“good,” you laugh lightly, propping your head up with your arm as you finally gather the courage to look at his face. shit, he was attractive.

eddie smirked at you before taking a bigger drink of his hot chocolate. “i’ve learned a few things though in these last few minutes, wanna know them?” he asked. you hummed in agreement, slightly nodding your head. “i learned that,” he started, setting down his mug and removing his hands from it. “you’re very sweet, and very very cute,” he said, reaching up to bop you in the nose.

you look down as heat rushes up your neck and face, a smile stretching across your face. “thanks,” you mumble, refusing to look back up.

“see? so cute, i could just eat you up,” eddie teases causing you to laugh quietly. “what? you’re not gonna say it back? damn, y/n,” he jokes, shaking his head side to side.

“no! you’re cute, so cute,” you say with a giggle, watching the way his face lights up.

“thank you, sweetheart, but i don’t know if i believe you,” he says, continuing to tease you.

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m being honest!” you say happily.

“mhm, that’s what all the pretty girls say,” he says with raised eyebrows before grabbing his mug to take another drink.

just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning hits and your power flickers before going out. “shit,” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself. your attitude drops, and eddie picks up on it.

“you okay?” he asks, squinting to see you in the dark.

you nod, “not a big fan of the dark.” eddie smiles at your confession.

“that’s adorable,” he says without thinking.

with a roll of your eyes a small smile comes back to your lips. “shut up,” you say quietly, dragging it out. it’s quiet for a moment before eddie pushes his seat back, standing up. “what’re you doing?” you question.

eddie shuffles towards the side of the table you’re on and stops. “stand up,” he says, and of course you do just that. he opens his arms that still had the blanket in his hands and takes a step towards you. he closes his arms, wrapping the both of you in the blanket and bringing you to his chest. “there, now you don’t have to be scared of the dark, and you can help warm me up,” he says quietly, his nerves kicking in slightly.

you know your face is on fire, so you thank whatever is up there that he can’t see that. but, despite your nervousness you relax into his touch, wrapping your arms around him as well and tucking your face into his chest. the both of you stand there for longer than you’d thought you would, stupid smiles on your faces as you shared your first moment together.

even though you didn’t know it, there would be many more to come.

tender pirates!!

could you write something with morpheus and his wife?? something like an argument where he has to apologise to her like he had to to lucienne??? i saw you prefer hcs so that would be great! ty xo

ofc!! i went with a wife who's been with him since pre-canon if that's okay!

dream of the endless x fem!reader

dream doesn't enjoy fighting with you, it's not something he takes pleasure in like some of his other siblings do

that being said it does happen sometimes; all married couples fight, you two are no exception

a millennia of being together means you tend to know what the other’s opinion of something is going to be before it’s even been discussed so arguments really don’t happen that often

a century imprisoned in a basement has changed your husband though

he’s different when he returns to you, returns to the dreaming, and it no longer feels like the two of you are on exactly the same page anymore

you've seen him lose his temper at lucienne since he got back which never would've happened prior to his imprisonment and it does worry you that he's not telling you something, that his time away from the dreaming has affected him more than he'd care to admit to anyone

trying to approach the subject doesn't work, he shuts down every attempt you make to coax him into opening up to you

you can see it’s frustrating him asking him but you’re really just trying to help him, he’s never been the most open man but it feels like he’s shutting you out intentionally now and that hurts

it all comes to a head when you try and ask about jessamy for the first time in a while and he just snaps at you

you take his anger in silence, and when he looks like his anger is spent, you just leave the room. he doesn't see you again for the rest of the day

"i was wondering where you were." you look up to see your husband standing near the door leading into the library. to your slight satisfaction, he looks uncertain as to whether his presence is wanted here or not.

"i've been here all day. ask lucienne." you had been in the library all day, but you've been using your ability to manipulate the castle to keep your location within the building shifting. it's not been something you've done particularly often but it's come in use today at least.

"she declined to disclose your location to me."

"would you class that as treason?" he smiles at that and it almost feels like the old days. almost.

"for her, i'd make an exception." the two of you fall back into silence. it's strange to see dream, who's usually so sure of himself, looking dare you say nervous.

"you can sit. if you want." a chair appears in front of you, and soon you're facing your husband. he looks more relaxed now he's been invited to share space with you after avoiding him for so long.

"it was wrong of me to lose my temper with you. i know you're just trying to help my love."

"i'm your wife morpheus, you need to trust me."

"i do, and i will tell you what happened. but only when i am ready to do so."

"just let me in sometimes. that's all i ask dream."

STRANGER THINGS PORN LINKS

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 800 celebration edition !! ࿐ྂ

VOL. 1 — MEN

includes: steve, eddie, jonathan, billy, 001/peter, jim, enzo/dmitri

warning: these are twitter links that contain porn !!

vol. 2 | navigation | masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve harrington

roommate!steve eating you out while you’re reading

riding steve while he pounds into you

dom!steve fucking you hard from behind

69 with coworker!steve

best friend!steve fingering you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ eddie munson

doggystyle with best friend!eddie

sucking eddie’s dick in the bath tub

eddie not being able to resist you as he comes on your ass

roommate!eddie breeding you full

slow sex on eddie’s couch

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jonathan byers

riding best friend!jonathan in his room

jonathan eating you out on his couch

breeding + squirting with jonathan

being tied up while choking on jonathan’s dick

missionary with neighbor!jonathan

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ billy hargrove

reverse cowgirl with roommate!billy

giving coworker!billy a blowjob after work

car sex with billy

overstimulating sub!billy

doggystyle with enemy!billy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 001/peter ballard

enemy!peter pounding into you from behind

dom!peter spanking and fingering you

sucking best friend!peter’s dick

coworker!peter making you squirt in the bathroom

reverse cowgirl in your pretty clothes

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jim hopper

dom!jim making you choke on his dick

doggystyle with jim

slow sex with jim after work

jim making you scream by using a glass dildo

rough sex with neighbor!jim

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enzo/dmitri antonov

sitting on dmitri’s face

giving boss!dmitri a blowjob

neighbor!dmitri fingering you

bathroom sex with dmitri

dmitri fucking you from behind against the wall

-> vol. 2

How to ruin a Dream Lord's proposal (and get away with it) (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral!reader

Summary: Matthew finds out Morpheus plans to propose to you... on your first date. Given what happened to the last poor soul who said no when Dream popped the big question, Matthew and the others are understandably concerned for you. Because there's no way you'd wanna marry a guy you haven't even started dating yet, right?

Right??

Warnings: Morpheus is a menace when it comes to relationships (just ask Nada), reader is out of their goddamn mind, what Matthew has seen cannot be unseen (I'm being an idiot but you're safe guys, the only real warning is some suggestive stuff towards the end)

Word count: ~3K

A/n: This fic is kind of a sequel to these headcanons but makes sense on its own. It's also just an excuse for me to have a little fun with these characters, so please don't take it too seriously😅

Thank you @thegreatestsandwich and @layla2-49 for inspiring this crazy idea😘

***

"Guys, we have a bit of an emergency," Matthew announced, flying into the library and settling on the cluttered table. The conversation between Lucienne and Mervyn halted.

"What happened?" the librarian frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no. Depends. Well…"

"Well, get on with it," Mervyn crossed his arms when Matthew couldn't seem to articulate whatever had him so on edge. "Whatever it is, I'm sure Loosh can fix it."

"...yeah, not this one," Matthew said. "The boss is gonna take y/n to Fiddler's Green today and - caw! - he's gonna propose."

"Oh, dear," Lucienne sighed, putting down the book she was holding. Mervyn, on the other hand, shrugged.

"So? Good for him, they've been courting forever."

"No, they haven't," Matthew's voice rose in pitch. "Y/n doesn't even know he's in love with them!"

"Really? 'Cause they seem awfully close to me."

"Yes, but his Lordship has yet to make the full extent of his feelings known," Lucienne explained. She turned to Matthew, giving him a pointed look from behind her glasses. "He's changed considerably these past few years. I don't think y/n will end up being another Nada, but if they refuse, they should at least be warned to do it… gently."

"If? Of course they'll refuse!" Matthew burst out. "Who in their right mind would say yes to that on a first fucking-?"

"Say yes to what?"

Another caw! shot out of Matthew when he realized that shit, you were behind him. Probably having just fallen asleep and dreamed your way to the library, as you often did.

"H-Hi! Um, we were just… wow," he lost his trail of thought as he turned around as saw you. "You sure went to sleep in fancy wear tonight."

Usually, you ended up wearing the same clothes in your dreams as you did when you went to bed - at least since Morpheus had started allowing you to be lucid and visit his palace, rather than constantly drift in and out of random fantastic scenarios. So you'd gotten used to falling asleep in something a bit more street-appropriate than pyjamas. But tonight… yes, your bedtime routine had looked like getting ready for a night out rather than just going to sleep.

You felt a little bashful about it now that you were standing like that in front of Matthew, Lucienne and Mervyn.

"Actually, um… Lord Morpheus invited me to join him in Fiddler's Green tonight. And he was quite… formal about it, so… I don't know, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but I'm pretty sure it's a date," you finished with a breathy chuckle, still unable to wrap your mind around the foreign idea. To be honest, you'd been a little fuzzy in the head ever since the Lord of Dreams had so gracefully extended the invitation, with a kind of rare eagerness dancing in his eyes that made you weak in the knees.

Your enthusiasm somewhat wavered, though, when you realized everyone was too busy staring at you uncomfortably to actually say something.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Self-conscious all of a sudden, you threw a glance downward at yourself. "Is it too much? Is it too little? Shit, it's too little, isn't it? I mean, he's the King of Dreams, I should have dressed for a royal ball or something-"

"No! No, y/n, you…" Lucienne finally spoke. She moved a bit closer to you, her tense expression allowing for a warm smile. "You look gorgeous, dear. We're only a little concerned that… You see, his Lordship can get a little carried away when it comes to such matters. We thought it best to prepare you in case he might be a bit too… forward in his declarations."

"Forward as in…?"

"He's gonna ask you to marry him," Matthew blurted out.

You blinked at him. Slowly.

"... what? How-how do you…? Did he say that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Word for word."

Your mind kind of just… took a quick sabbatical.

"I know, it's nuts," Matthew went on over your stunned silence. "I mean, you'd think he'd know better than to pop the big question on the first date, but you know what he's like. We couldn't just let you get blind-sided like that, especially 'cause… well, he doesn't take rejection too well. I mean, I know you have feelings for him and all that, but you still gotta be careful how you break it to him that you're not ready for all that other stuff just yet- Hey, where you going? Y/n?"

He didn't get an answer, because you'd already turned on your heel and were rushing out of the library. Not long after, the door slammed shut behind you.

Lucienne sighed sympathetically. "Poor thing. You could have been a bit more gentle delivering the news, Matthew."

If he still had nails, Matthew would have been biting them nervously. "Guys… you don't think they ran away for good, do you?"

"Don't just stand there, fly after them and get them to come back!" Mervyn snapped. "You think his Lordship is in a foul mood when he gets rejected? Wait till he gets stood up."

And you're the one responsible for it.

The terrifying thought was enough for Matthew to spread his wings and shoot off the table to find you.

***

Distances were tricky in the Dreaming. It seemed that the more eager you were to reach a certain place, the closer it felt - or was. There wasn't much difference between the two in dreams.

So, it didn't exactly surprise Matthew that when he found you, you were already where you wanted to be. What did make him raise a non-existent eyebrow, though, was the fact that that place was Fiddler's Green.

Aka where Lord Morpheus was currently sprinkling sand on the field, ensuring that even more of the wonderfully-scented flowers bloomed in its wake as he awaited your arrival. While sunlight had been pouring into the library through the high, stained-glass windows, Fiddler's Green was bathed in the silver glow of a starlit sky. The Dream Lord sure wasn't sparing any efforts to set the scene.

Too bad you were about to burst his bubble, judging by the rigid look on your face as you walked up to him.

"My Lord."

"Oh, shit," Matthew muttered under his breath as he landed on a nearby tree branch, praying to God that the leaves would be enough to shield him from his boss's sight.

Not that Morpheus was prone to notice, at the moment. All his attention was drawn to you, a hint of pleasant surprise at the corner of his lips.

"Y/n. I wasn't expecting you so early-"

"I know why you asked me to come here," you cut him off curtly.

Matthew could practically hear the sound of a scratching record as Morpheus's expression turned rigid.

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Matthew told me."

"And just what exactly did he tell you?"

Matthew gulped at the tick in his boss's jaw. And the icy tone of voice that basically guaranteed he was in deep shit, of course.

"That you're gonna ask me to marry you. Is that true?"

For crying out loud, you sounded like you were interrogating him. As terrified as he was, Matthew braced himself for the possibility that he might have to swoop in and fall on the sword of Dream's wrath himself, should things take a turn for the worse.

It clearly took some effort for Morpheus to contain his rising anger. But, it was thankfully not directed at you, and he managed a carefully contained tone of voice.

"It was not his place to mention that, but yes. It was my intention. It is," he added a bit more softly.

For a moment, you were silent, your eyes dropping to your hands.

"He also said you're batshit crazy for doing it before we've even… you know. Dated," you went on. There was a slight waver in your voice now, probably the reason why you were more quiet than before. "Well, he didn't say it but I could tell he was thinking it."

Welp, Matthew thought. That should get him a one way ticket to the Darkness, alright.

"And, I mean, he's not wrong," you went on, raising your gaze back to Morpheus with a small scoff. "That's so… impulsive and forward and just... inappropriate, if I'm being honest. At least by human standards in this day and age."

Damn. Had you been in a duel like the one Matthew had witnessed between Dream and Lucifer, that would have been the killing blow. Not that Morpheus showed it. It wasn't hurt in his eyes as he fixed you with an unwavering stare - it was simply hard and unreadable, betraying nothing except perhaps a sense of indignation.

"I see," he rasped out. "Then I suppose I should take my leave of you before I cause you any more distress."

That was... sad, but better than what Matthew had been worried about. Morpheus was about to pass you by in long, angry strides when you rushed to stand in his way.

"No, you don't get to just put me in a position like that and leave." His annoyance was palpable, but he reluctantly stopped. "I mean… do you realize what I'm dealing with right now? Because you went and told Matthew before me, I know exactly how you feel on the subject. And now that I do, I have to do this crazy, nerve-wrecking thing that makes me wanna pass out just thinking about it. Because…"

You took a step towards him. Reached for his hand, but changed your mind last minute with a slight shake of your head. Then took a calming breath and looked up into his eyes, which were now watching you with a spark of curiosity that was almost enough to melt the ice, your voice barely above a murmur as a nervous smile kept threatening to tug at your lips.

"... how can I possibly not take this opportunity to be able to say that I, y/n y/l/n, a mere human… asked the Dream of the Endless himself to marry me… and he said yes?"

CAW!

(Or, in translation from bird speak, what the actual fu-!)

Matthew nearly fell off the branch. The screeching sound had just escaped his throat of its own accord.

At this point, he couldn't even give a feather that you had flinched and were now glaring up at the source of the noise, clearly having found him out.

Morpheus, on the other hand, barely batted an eye. You were the sole object of his attention as he invaded your space in one, painfully slow step. Your eyes were drawn back to his, so close you could practically drown in the endless depths of his blue irises. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and as cruelly soft as the paws of a cat playing with its prey.

"And you, y/n y/l/n, a 'mere human'," he articulated each word slowly, meticulously, "would dare ask one such as I to wed you…"

The very air held its breath.

"...without a ring?"

If Matthew had a nickel for every time a marriage proposal nearly plot twisted him into a heart attack, he'd have two nickels. Which wasn't much, but it was weird it happened twice. In a row.

As for you - God, you felt like pouncing on Morpheus and melting into a puddle at the same time. You somehow managed to contain all that into a thoughtful little smile.

"Well…"

It was a long shot, but you wouldn't back out now for the world. Slowly, still holding his gaze, you reached inside the pocket of his coat with fingers that, to your surprise, were only lightly trembling. Shit, it might be in another one. Or not there at all. Maybe he planned on conjuring it out of thin air for the effect. It would be so easy to make a fool of yourself now-

There.

You found an object with what felt like corners and edges, and retrieved it from his pocket. It was only then that you looked away from Morpheus, and down at what you were now holding in your hands. Your heart threatened to dive out of your chest and straight into the little black box as you carefully opened it.

The one thing around you more beautiful than the ring inside was Morpheus himself. The jewel was discreet and elegant, a silver band with a small but gorgeous ruby. Apparently, he'd never lost his taste for that particular gem. The light reflected off its facets with an ethereal glow, and you just knew there was some magic tethered to it. A part of Morpheus himself.

What was it doing in your hands again? Oh-

"Found one."

It was far too breathless for the playful quip you intended it to be, but it earned you a cheeky lift in the corner of Morpheus's lips just the same.

"You stole one."

"You let me."

"Well, are you going to use it?" he challenged.

And you weren't one to back down, no matter how furiously your heart was rattling in your chest. But you were more than willing to get down.

On one knee.

"Dream of the Endless, King of-"

He was on you like a lion before your knee even fully touched the ground. You yelped as you fell flat on your back into the soft grass below, his hands seizing your face and his lips coming down upon yours as he pinned you beneath him. His slender figure was hard and deliciously unyielding against yours, thinly veiled hunger fueling his ardent kiss. It was a miracle your fingers somehow remained clenched around the precious ring box while you threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dizzy with the taste of his tongue mapping your mouth. Only when he was satisfied he had learned every inch of it as well as he knew his own palace did he release your lips.

"A ruler does not kneel in their own realm," he informed you with a satiated smirk.

He had to call you that, didn't he? As if your breath hadn't completely left you already.

"Not even to my king?" you managed to ask dreamily. Morpheus leaned into your ear.

"Only in the intimacy of our chambers."

You trembled as he gave your earlobe a gentle bite.

"S-so… should I take that as a-"

"Yes," he finally declared, pulling back to look straight into your eyes as he did. "If you'll have me."

You grinned. "That's all I want."

And you were kissing again, through your joyous laughter and that rare smile of his you felt against your lips. There was still the ring in your hand, but you simply couldn't be bothered to figure out who should put it on whose finger at this point. You let it drop as gently as you could manage to the ground, then finally got to tangle your fingers in Morpheus's pitch black hair like you've been dying to for ages. His mouth left yours to draw a sensuous trail down your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck-

…and you remembered you probably weren't alone.

"You can stop spying now, Matthew," you called out to the trees.

In poor Matthew's defence, it wasn't like he wanted to keep watching. The turn of events had just kind of… broken his mind a little, and he needed a bit of time to figure out how to rub his temples without thumbs. He hadn't recovered quite enough to trust his wings to function yet.

Morpheus begrudgingly broke away from your neck enough to raise his voice, "Unless you'd like a preview of the wedding night."

The sound of rustling leaves where Matthew shot past them followed so fast.

Still, your eyes snapped to your now-fiancee in shock.

"Morpheus! What happened to the 'intimacy of our chambers'?"

"He deserved to squirm a little. He messed with my proposal." He pretended to ponder something. "In fact, so did you."

"So? You gonna make me squirm, too?"

"Far worse than that."

Thankfully, Matthew was much too far up to hear the sounds that followed.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered to himself. "I don't get paid at all."

"At least you get to fly away," the disembodied voice of Fiddler's Green grumbled on a breeze.

And fly away Matthew did. Far, far away.

***

*Cue post-credits scene*

"... and then y/n asked him to marry them!"

Lucienne nearly dropped the book she was holding. Meanwhile, Mervyn slapped his knee in disappointment.

"Ugh, I told you we should have gone with him, Loosh. Now I'll never get to see the look on boss's face."

"It's none of our business, Merv," she said, regaining her composure like the disciplined librarian she was. She stood from the table to put a few books back on the shelf. "I'm just glad their Majesties are finally happy."

"Whoa, there, easy on the titles. We don't even know if he said yes." Mervyn chuckled. "Ha! Never thought I'd say that."

"Oh, he did. Much more enthusiastically than I ever wanted to see," Matthew informed him, fighting the urge to gag. "I'm never spying on either of them again."

Sensible as ever, Lucienne insisted, "Like I said - none of our business. Now, I suggest we all go back to work. It seems we'll be busy with wedding preparations on top of our usual duties soon enough."

With that, she scooped another couple of books from the table and disappeared with them behind the shelves.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before Mervyn broke it in a hushed tone.

"So… who ended up wearing the ring?"

Matthew scoffed as quietly. "I doubt they're wearing anything right now."

"None. Of our. Business!"

***

A/n: Thank you for reading! Again, this was meant to be sort of a crackfic so don't be too hard on me pls😅 If you enjoyed please leave a comment or reblog, those are the love of my life (after Morpheus ofc)

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