The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)

09: Pedos 'R' Us

The plan had been set into motion. Morning had come round rather easily and you and Dream weer quick to your feet, ready within ten minutes, helping one another with clothing. You buttoned his shirt and straightened his bow tie, man really was looking the part. Door struck on its hinges as Cor walked in and plonked himself down on the nearest chair as he raked his hand through his hair exasperatedly. #<You two are such a cliche.># He informed you both.

You scoffed.Dream rolled his eyes as he went off to start his part of the plan.

"Enjoy your part, sweet cheeks~" You purred with a sprinkle of your fingers as a farewell to your loving Dream as he exited with tight lips and an awkward but kind nod.

When the door closed you collapsed into Cor's lap and said, "Good lord, he's exausting me!"

Cor stared at you, silence took over him from the shock of you being so loose as to seat yourself in HIS lap.

"What?" You asked him confusedly.

#<You're in my lap.>#

"Yah." You agreed in a 'duh' tone.

#<Hmm. Aight. I'll bite, why is Morpheus exausting you? Has he got the stamina of a wild boar like Calliope once said?># He then clarified, #<I overheard her talking with Lucienne about it once... It was horrific.>#

"Yeah, no one wants to hear about hot sex with their dad..." You said, wide eyed as if you'd witnessed such a conquest too.

#<Yeah. Wait- did you just call Morpheus my da->#

But you cut him off saying in such a serious tone he didn't think you had it in you, "I feel like there's a hole, gaping inside me and nothing I do with him fills it.."

Cor jerked slightly as he felt something stir in the Waking world.

#<Hold that thought, the plan, it's time.>#

You had a faroff look to your features but Cor gathered your attention by clicking in front of your face a few times then bouncing his leg up and down to make certain nerves FEEL between your thighs. That made you snap your head to him and you - weirdly enough - caught him offguard and snogged him.

He was about to kiss back when you got up and tugged him from the chair, he stumbled dreamily but stood easily after.#<Ahem. You are an unfaithful minx, you know that, right? And what on earth would Morpheus say?-># "Probably something along the lines of, 'i respect your decisions but this one was foolish'." You shrugged and you opened the door, stepping out as you threw off the baggy jumper, showing off a frilly, childish outfit below.Cor gaped at you and watched as you tied your hair into pastel pigtails. "You comin' or not?" You asked, a cute head tilt at the end, really playing into your childish part.

#<Oh, I would cum for you any day...># He practically drooled back in a daze.

You giggled and skipped about saying, "Aw, save it, daddy~" You grasped his hand and skipped about with him walking beside you as your favourite sugar pedophile.

You both just hoped the real pedos would take the bait.

~

So far, so good.

You had been making friends with old, grotesque men and Cor had been playing his part, even with great distaste, you felt it through the way his palm would sweat and his fingers would tighten about your much smaller hand.Even when you felt a strange pain in your arm you stayed quiet, it felt as if a fire was beginning beneath your flesh, your forearm was pulsating and then you began to worry.

When heads were turned and Cor had gone to get a drink at the bar, you dashed outside and thrust your forearm into the pooling, icy waters of a fountain in the green square garden. 

You hissed when the water hit your arm and it sizzled away like snakes of steam into the atmosphere.

A pair of eyes bore into the back of your skull and you turned slowly, a single eye peering over your shoulder at the being... But they did not look like another dirty, foul man... No, they looked regal, picturesque... and... Familiar.

The renaissance styled being stood in the doorway to the hotel convention. A long blue, grey gown dripping with jewels and pearls of ebony and silver clung to all the right curves and their hair was white, pure as the clouds of heaven. Lips a shade of such red it could only be seen in the warmest of living bloods. Their eyes were enticing and the gaping hole within your stomach seemed to scream for more than just their image.

You turned to face them side on. Intrigued.

A breeze passed between you both, rustling leaves and silent laps of water swilled your arm, as if by magic, kissing it better.

You retrieved your arm from the water and let the liquid trickle across your skin and flow back into their sister streams and algae inhabiting porcelien stone carvings.

<Y/N? Is that you?> Asked the being, it was such a pitiful whisper you barely registered the words.

Your brows drew together.

A small smile quirked at the corners of the beautiful being's lips as they gazed at your face and eyes in particular.

You turned to fully face them but it was a stand-offish stance which confused the being grately. <D-do you not remember me?> They stuttered.

You shook your head, dreadfully slowly, never breaking eye contact with them.

The being - in very few motions - stuttered their features, eyes blinking back emotions that dug too deep within them. Their lips twitched but eventually turned upright into the most hurt and faked smile you had seen on any face other than your reflections'. Such hurt and sadness was held within that look they gave you but you couldn't understand why.

The being nodded and bowed their head as they ducked to fit back through the doorway, opening the door and entering through it. They left and the air felt still again.

#<Oh, there you are, been looking all over for you-># Corinthian passed through the door the being had just left through but he showed no sign of seeing such a beautiful being as them. He did however pause in his tracks after stating his worries for you.

But the continuation of his worries confused you greatly.

#<Hey, what happened? Why are you crying?>#

"I-I'm not c-crying- huh?!" You stuttered but your voice cracked multiple times and your hands flew to your cheeks, wiping at the tears which seemed to overflow like a waterfall. 

Corinthian frowned and stepped over to you. He awkwardly hugged you into him and patted your back as he leaned down to kiss his lips into the nest of hair atop your head and you shook, wracked with sobs, clutching onto him for dear life. Corinthian looked up at the heavens and frowned half knowingly.

Dream watched from the cocktail bar, a deep scowl set into his features.