#sandman k | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

Text

Pet Play Kink with Lucifer Morningstar ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 18!!! Today is a Pet Play Kink. With the one and only, ruler of hell, from The Sandman, Lucifer Morningstar. Hope your Enjoy!! 🖤🩸

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, pet play kink, implied smut, eating out, pet names, praise, implied praise kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lucifer came into their private quarters with a deep sigh, slamming the door behind them.

They had told you earlier that they would be late, as the day had been extremely busy. The Lightbringer had instructed you to be kneeling at the edge of their bed, garments off, ready for them after their work. And you obeyed. You were kneeling at the edge of their massive bed, naked and awaiting their instructions.

“Good pet…” The blonde breathed out, removing their top most layer of garments.

They made their way over to you, looming tall over you and the edge of the bed. Their hand reached out to your chin, caressing your face, as they gazed into your eyes. Their expression was one filled with tiredness and stress. They gazed into nothingness for a couple of minutes, simply caressing your chin and neck.

You would have asked if you could help, but that broke the rules. You only spoke when spoken to. So you sat there, like a good pet. Suddenly, Lucifer broke out of their trance and they sighed.

“I’m sorry pet, I’m very distracted today” the Lightbringer sighed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“It’s okay, Master. I don’t mind” you reassured the blonde.

Your words caused the Lightbringer to smile lightly at you.

“Perhaps my pet can help me resolve some of my issues…” Lucifer teased lightly.

Your eyes widened and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes Master…! Please let me help you. I’ll be good.” You quipped eagerly, finding your purpose and joy in pleasing and helping the Lightbringer.

“Such an eager pet…” Lucifer chuckled with a smirk.

They then sat themselves on their great, large reading chair the corner by the window. They spread their legs and began rolling up and removing all the garments that might hinder you from aiding the Lightbringer.

“Come, Pet.” The blonde ordered.

“Yes, Master”

You immediately swing your feet out from underneath you and rose, scurrying over to the fallen Angel. You fell to your feet in front of the Lightbringer and immediately began aiding in the removal of their garments.

“Take it slow, Little Pet.” Lucifer reminded you with a hum.

You nodded and slowed your pace.

“Yes Master.” You spoke.

“Hmmmm, Good Pet…” they hummed in approval, “I want us both to enjoy this…”

~~~

Next Day <—Mommy Kink!!

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

187 notes · View notes

tsintotwo · 2 years

Text

Tom Sturridge in On The Road (2012)

(Part 2/2)

#tom sturridge #dream of the endless #the sandman #morpheus #sandman #sure tom k*ll me #nobody's stopping you #go ahead and do it #on the road #1k

1K notes · View notes

bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

Text

Dream Confessing His Love To You Would Include...

Thank you so much for all of the sweet comments on my Dream falling in love with you headcanons!!! This is a follow up set to those, and then I’m going to do some dating headcanons once I finish the series to complete the set <3

If you enjoy, please let me know by commenting!!

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tennant.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Hello again my pathetic paper towel mopey eyeliner fool whom I adore, I hope you’re ready to finally feel something in that stupid ass heart of yours ‘cause I sure am (all typed with affection.)

The rippled marble doors of the throne room slammed shut behind Morpheus, and he immediately felt lost. He didn’t know where to start. Didn’t understand where he could start. Not with the punch he felt in his gut, doubling him over with every step. The thundering in his ears, pounding into his skull as if the world were collapsing down on him in shattering shards of glass. The pain in his heart, as if Lucifer had pierced their arm through his chest and began squeezing their fist. He was so unused to the feeling, the ache, the desolation and despair and desire of love, that they hounded him as he walked through his empty halls like a shadowed ghost. Its footsteps were in rhythm with his, and yet as much a stranger to himself as the waking world defied dreams.

Before he had time to choke back down his heart; to file away such foolish, damning nonsense as the ideals of love into the abysses of his mind, the toes of his boots reached over the edge of his dock. He was lost in the cold mists that bit his face, for a moment, until the sight of a diamond tear dripping into the wallowing tides brought him back to himself. Although his stricken face would never give away the anguish he was feeling inside, a soft cough from a following Lucienne was all the note he needed to realise that she understood completely.

This was something he must do, unless he be torn apart from the inside out. Lest he be ravished and flurried into a whirlwind of sand and dust just by the mere thought of you.

The last thing he heard, as he reached slender fingers down into the murky depths and swept them away in search of you, was Lucienne’s concerned voice. ‘Take care, my Lord. The Realm may be able to manage two majesties... but it will not be able to manage without any. Take care. Don’t let yourself be swept away again.’

It was far too late for that. As Lucienne brushed down her tailcoat, and took one last peering look down at the water, she sighed to herself and wandered back to the palace. With each step, she became more and more resigned to the fact that she may face another lifetime or two here, with nothing but empty shelves and crumbled walls for company.

It takes Dream even less time to find you. He stalks through long stalks of wheat, black coat draped across his shoulders to save his pale face from the burning gold sun. Even though you don’t understand who he is yet, you can picture him clear as day in your mind. Even as you sit, watching over the rolling hills on a bough of an orange tree, the sight of Dream wandering over the land makes you laugh. He sticks out like a straw scarecrow, the birds following him and pecking at his feet as he glides over the mud. He seeks you, even though he can’t see you; a pull at his heart pulls him forward into the harsh burn of the daylight.

Then, like mist, he awkwardly begins the descent up the rough bark; it smarts the palms of his hands as he hauls himself up the branches, his coat becoming entwined with a few stubborn twigs and floating down to the rabbit burrow by the tree roots below, but he doesn’t give up. With a final grunt of effort, his hazy presence becomes known to you as he swings his lanky leg over the branch, and begins shuffling to rest by your side. You can’t see him yet, not fully, he’s still far too full of pride and lurking fear to allow that. You can, however, feel the weight dip beside you, turning you ever so slightly down towards the dew lined grass.

You give Dream a moment, putting the pieces together and realising that he’s the man who has been following you, plaguing your dreams and overpowering your subconscious for so, so long. It felt like an eternity, waiting to meet him, and it feels like even longer still as groans and hoarse huffs are the only things that vibrate through the shimmery air next to you. It’s like an autumn wind howling through a chimney, the way his chest trembles as you feel the weight of his hand that keeps hovering, before quickly withdrawing from your own. His fingers keep glancing over your palm, akin to a dragonfly skirting over the lily pads in the pond just on the edge of your vision, before quickly darting away again.

He shifts, and even you realise that he’s about to run away from this again. From you. From the deepest, truest parts of himself, that he’s too stubborn to open up and leave vulnerable to your world. He begins to come into view now, retreating inside himself, into the shell of his coat as if that would protect the oh so powerful, and oh so terrified Dream of the Endless from love.

You grab onto him, reaching through the last remaining shadows and latching onto the hand he has pulling on the lapel of his jacket. At first he winces, as if you’ve scarred his fingers at the touch. After a moment of just holding your hand out to him, though, his slender fingers begin to slowly move through the air and rest onto yours.

He looks awful: as if he hadn’t slept himself in near millennia. His hair is dishevelled, and you guess that he’s tried to flatten the tufts of fringe over his eyes to hide them. He keeps darting to look down at the ground, then a quick glance of confusion at the way you’re cradling his fingers against your palm, then looking up with tight lips to your eyes. Even though he hasn’t said anything, you understand deep within your stomach how much his just being here means to him, by the tears that line his tired eyes.

You just want to pull him down by the shoulders and rest his head against your neck, but you give him the dignity and the time he needs to say what he needs. To unblock the ache in his heart that has built up for so long, he’s afraid he’ll feel an empty husk if he lets any of it slip out.

‘I... I’m sorry’, he starts, his voice hoarse and hollow and remnant of someone who has been recently wracked with sobs. ‘I didn’t... I didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘You didn’t scare me. In fact, I think I’ve been expecting you for a long time now. I’m just amazed you even came at all, by the way you always stay at the fringes of my dreams.’

You squeeze his hand. He swallows drily, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he allows you to rest them down on your lap. ‘I always meant to show myself sooner. I’ve... I’ve been away, a long while. I’ve had a long time to think. It gave me time to reflect on my Realm. To contemplate myself in that orb of human glass.’ He was silent for a moment. ‘To... understand...’

There’s a moment of quiet calmness as his thought drifts off. His eyes glaze over the landscape, dreary and confused, as if he’s too busy trying to unclog the whirls of his brain. He blinks, eyelashes fluttering, as you lean closer to him. You’re so close, he can smell the soap on your skin, feel the warmth radiate off every inch of you. He’s so stoic, sitting straight like a bean pole, but he can’t help but let the sharp intake of air slip out as he stares down at you like a man possessed.

‘Understand what, Sandman....’

Before you have time to blink, he’s leant down until his thin frame has almost enveloped you under its inky cloak. He presses his lips against your cheek: hesitantly, tentatively, but the way he brushes his bottom lip against your skin as he starts to pull away leaves you breathless.

Before he manages to sit upright again and whisk himself away, you manage to use your free hand to fist the coat on his arm and stop him. Although he relents, he raises one eyebrow in shock. You only cup his cold cheek, leading his head back down until his forehead has bumped against your own. He follows your lead expectantly, without falter, as you tip your head up and wait to feel his lips touch properly against your own. It doesn’t take him very long to understand. It takes him even less time to press his top lip against your bottom one, its plushness caressing your mouth with each sweep against it. His hand shakes as it reaches round to rest gingerly by your waist, his tears beginning to run down the side of your nose, but his mouth never stops exploring your own.

Eventually, much to his exasperation, you have to pull away to replace him with air.

He stays for a moment longer, the sun beginning to set behind his head and throwing its melting honey rays over the dark contours of his face. They make his eyes gleam like a sky full of stars; magic sparks their glistening tails as he watches you. It nearly makes you lightheaded to realise that every stream of silver, every swirl of gold, every bright blue light in his eyes are there because of you. He smiles, a smile big enough to set the world alight with hope as he tilts his head to the side, deep in observation of your every move.

He understands in this moment, what this feeling within his heart truly is. He wants to see you. To touch you. To understand you. To feel you. To admire you. To adore you. To love you for all of creation.

He’s spent so long watching from the side-lines. So long, keeping within himself, resigned to the darkness. So long, so alone. He decides, in that moment, to tuck his arm around your shoulder and gently leads your head down onto his coat. He can indulge himself and stay here, in a dream that belongs to the two of you, for a little while longer.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #the sandman imagine #dream of the endless imagine #sandman #neil gaiman #morpheus #dream #dream imagine #sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #sandman x reader #dream x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #tom sturridge #literally sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g

2K notes · View notes

elysiarte · 10 months

Text

..gone

#this was inspired by that one comic page where hob is mourning #and i thought what if hob just forgets how dream looked like.. ik thats kinda far fetched but i wanna think that #for.. angst reasons lol #and that forgetting thing is visible in the photographs he has #now that I think abt it the photos could be seen as a metaphor hmmm #i was actually crying the whole time drawing this lol #but i cant blame anyone but myself #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #hob x dream #dream x hob #the sandman netflix #sandman dream #this took me almost 15 hours to complete #the longest ive ever spent on a drawing #i lowkey want this to do good :P #k bye

301 notes · View notes

im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons · 4 months

Text

Boyd Holbrook demonstrating a 10/10 understanding of his character

#boyd holbrook #the sandman #the corinthian #“k is for kinky” lives rent-free in my head

75 notes · View notes

elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

Text

🅶🅾🅳...🅻🅾🅾🅺 🅰🆃 🅷🅴🆁. 🆂🅷🅴'🆂 🆂🅾 🅿🅴🆁🅵🅴🅲🆃, 🅷🅴🆁 🆂🅼🅸🅻🅴🅴🅴 😩😩😩

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #Gwendolinelucifer #the sandman #cg! sandman lucifer #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#mommy k!nk #mommy #lucifer morningstar the sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #gwendolyn #shes perfect #perfect women #sandman series #netflix sandman #sandman agere #the sandman series

221 notes · View notes

queerfanfiction · 8 months

Text

masterlist

I created a masterlist of my works and linked it on my page (/masterlist). However, I thought I would post it as it's own post, too.

Wednesday (TV 2022):

Larissa Weems x Reader/OC

Love Notes You’re a music teacher at Nevermore that makes encouraging handwritten notes and mix CDs for Larissa anonymously. Will Principal Weems ever find out you are her secret admirer? Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 (currently writing)

Topic of Study Arriving to Nevermore on fellowship is a normie PhD student writing their dissertation on Normie/Outcast rhetoric and relations. The best way to research is hands-on, so reader has decided to make Principal Larissa Weems their main object of study. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 (currently writing)

Mummy Issues (one shot) (request)

Guardian Angel (one shot) (request)

—

Game of Thrones (TV 2011)

Brienne of Tarth x Reader/OC

Angel in the (K)night (one shot)

—

The Sandman (TV 2022)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader/OC

Possessed (one shot) (request)

Flying (one shot) (request)

All works above are also crossposted to AO3.

74 notes · View notes

notallsandmen · 1 year

Text

Tfw I realized that The Corinthian’s straw hat outfit is quite possibly inspired by that of one of my phd thesis case studies, the first playboy murderer Harry K. Thaw, who shot the renowned architect and horndog Stanford White in front of hundreds of witnesses at the rooftop theatre of New York City's Madison Square Garden in 1906

#the corinthian #just corinthian things #Harry K. Thaw #Harry Kendall Thaw #Harry Thaw #stanford white #evelyn nesbit #netflix the sandman #the sandman netflix #the sandman #boyd holbrook #corintheus #my phd thesis tag #crime history #the sandman neil gaiman #neil gaiman

240 notes · View notes

ungoliantschilde · 11 months

Text

some Drawings by Charles Vess.

#Charles Vess #Ursula K LeGuin #the Book of Earthsea #Hook #Spider-Man #Warriors Three #Volstagg #Sandman #Valkyrie #Lord of the Rings #Comics #Art #Illustration #Fantasy

64 notes · View notes

nakathemoth · 7 months

Text

collection of all my favorite pages in my sketchbook. I found the butterfly wing on the ground!

#my art #fanart #artists on tumblr #illustration #my ocs #sketchbook #sketch #dc #batman #the batman #sandman #pokemon #saiki k #riki nendou #saiki kusuo #garfield #hatsune miku #puss in boots #i dont think i tagged all of it. Jesus christ

45 notes · View notes

landwriter · 1 year

Note

I just. Need to get this out of my head. We all see Hob as a university level teacher but what if he wasn't? What if he was an elementary, or even kindergarten/preschool, teacher. He didn't exactly plan to become an Offical Wrangler of 20 Human equivalent of cats, but it lets him showcase his random knowledge and get even more excited about seeing the future.

Get it outta your head, put it into mine, yes, this is the meta I welcome and adore!!! I think my views on Hob tend to run a little bit sharper and darker than the average fandom take. I've never seen him as someone whose chief trait is hope, yanno? It's hunger for me! Never thought, oh yeah, that is a labrador retriever in human form. I have never associated him with a little classroom that has posters about weather and seasons and a map of the world.

And YET. After getting this ask and thinking about it. I am fucking sold and now I will sell you all too. He would be a brilliant teacher of younger kids. Because I don't think you need to be sunny or kind or friendly to be a good teacher of small children. It’s nice. But I do believe you have to be curious. And sensitive. And patient. And those are some of the traits that characterize Hob to me.

He knows more of the variations of life than can be earned in a mortal lifetime alone. He knows loneliness. He knows losing family. He knows poverty. He knows about moving and leaving what feels like your whole life behind you, when you never wanted to go. He would inherently understand why it's better to talk about 'grownups at home' than 'parents', and why you shouldn't make kids share with the class what they did on their summer vacation.

He is always curious - not just of the world in a way that allows him to passionately transmit that knowledge to his classes like you say OP - but also of his kids. About their dreams and hopes and fears. About how childhood has changed so much. He loves the small stuff. He wants to hear it all. A class of 20 enthusiastic kids might be like herding cats, but it’s also 20 entire lives, mornings and nights and houses and siblings and pets and chaos and weird kid observations and beliefs, and it sates Hob’s bottomless hunger for the human experience far more than a lecture hall filled with a bunch of young adults who are only there three hours a week, whose extent of conversation with him is usually limited to emails asking for paper extensions that he grants each and every time.

He also has this insane sensitivity that you see even in 1389 in the way he pulls back earnestness with humour to match the mood of the room. He is always watching, always feeling, always adjusting. Think of all the little expressions of expectation and irritation and hurt and hope when talking with Dream! I have no doubt he’d ensure each of his students felt seen and understood, even if it's hard at first. Even if it takes a long time to get there. It’s taken him a long time, after all. He is this exquisitely tuned instrument to talk carefully to kids, and to give them back tenfold the sort of validation that a part of him always howled for in those early meetings.

He's good at being earnest. He's good at big feelings. He's good at being funny. He's good at noticing. He's good at these things, in large part, because he's not normal at all.

He’s also as stubborn as a child, but as frighteningly patient as, well, an immortal. It’s probably uncanny to his colleagues. They tell Hob he’s got the patience of a saint, and he thinks, privately, More like the faith of a martyr. But he does. He’s got both.

I think he doesn't get it all right at first. But I think within ten years he’s got so many teaching awards he needs to put up a special shelf for them. Below it, though, are several shelves, already full to bursting, with letters and thank-yous and birthday cards and ‘look at me now’ life updates from former students. Because that is the kind of teacher Hob wants to be.

#the sandman #meta #hob gadling #believe it or not i literally have never thought about this until getting this ask #i truly mean it when i say u can send me meta about anything and i will chew on it like a dog with a bone #god forbid u send me meta asks about things i HAVE thought about #an essay #just caving and making that a tag #best teachers i've had weren't great at being normal humans #but they were great at teaching #they were WEIRDOS and we LOVED them #hob would be SUCH a good k-6 teacher god it's upsetting to think about honestly #another Gloam TM rant against Normal Guy hob couched in meta #i have never even met a Normal Guy irl #even normal guys are full of surprises and weirdness

128 notes · View notes

cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

Text

Discipline Kink with Lucienne ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 25th!!! So close to the finale of Kinktober, Halloween! 🖤🎃 The kink agenda today follows the Discipline Kink. Along with the Librarian of The Endless, Lucienne. Enjoy!! 💜🌗

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, discipline kink, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, praise, little bit of bratting, punishment, implied praise kink, implied punishment, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Good afternoon…” Lucienne hummed from her desk as you entered the vast library.

“Hey Luci…” you whined lightly.

Lucienne smirked lightly and continued her work, as you came in and had a seat. She knew why you had came. What you wanted…

The woman had been disciplining to quite harshly these past few weeks. She hadn’t let you cum once… and she was making your life with no cumming more and more difficult. And all because you forgot to thank her one time for letting you cum…

But you secretly loved the discipline. And Lucienne knew that. It turned the both of you on. So she would not relent. And you wouldn’t stop begging her to have mercy on you.

“Luci…” you whined, trying to get the librarian to look up from her work and pay attention to you.

“I’m busy right now, Y/N…” Lucienne hummed in a sing songy tone of mock annoyance, “What is it you want?”

“Let me cum…?” You asked with your nicest, most pouty tone possible, your eyes begging the woman to look at you and have pity.

But Lucienne didn’t look up. Not even once.

“Not today…” she hummed, dipping her pen into her ink cartridge and continuing her writing.

“Please… Luci, I need you…” you whimpered.

“You can be patient.” The woman insisted.

“Noooo… Luci, I’m tired!” you exclaimed whiningly, “I ruin every pair of underwear I put on within the hour, I can’t sleep well, I think think straight… I need you…!”

Lucienne chuckled.

“Begging will not help you.” The woman hummed, still not paying much attention to you.

You groaned out in frustration and suddenly stood up. You walked over to her desk and slammed your hands down abruptly. This got Lucienne’s attention…

“Careful…” she warned you in her disciplinary tone, “Choose your next actions wisely…”

You growled playfully before swiping all the papers off of the desk. Lucienne starred at you in shock and awe at your gall. You smirked lightly to yourself.

She was definitely paying attention to you now…

“Pick. It. Up.” Lucienne slowly and calculatingly ordered.

You shook your head.

“Not until you let me cum!” You exclaimed, folding your arms together and pouring your face for extra dramatics.

“Y/N…” The woman said your name with a sharp edge to her tone… “I will not hesitate to punish you…”

You gulped and your eyes widened at her words. Punishment… How bad could it be…? Very very bad with Lucienne it turned out… She could have you limping for weeks from her punishment, and you still wouldn’t have been allowed to cum…

“I—Sorry! My mistake…!!” You exclaimed, scurrying to pick up all the papers.

You quickly placed all the misplaced papers back on the desk and returned your gaze to the librarian.

“Too late, Y/N. You were on my last nerve.” Lucienne stated with an evil little shrug.

“No no I’m sorry…!!” You begged the woman.

Lucienne looked at you with a knowing eye.

“Oh come now… You and I both know you can’t get enough of me spanking you.” She taunted.

Your breath hitched and you blushed.

“Fine. Punish me…” you grumbled.

She was right. You would both love it. You always did. You couldn’t get enough of Lucienne’s discipline…

~~~

Next Day <—Pain Kink!!

Lucienne Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

57 notes · View notes