morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

four days : smut

She was sitting in her and her husband's bedroom. It was the fourth day in a row he had not shown up for dinner. While she understood the obligations Morpheus had to his realm, she couldn't help but feel ignored. It was then that an idea came to her mind. A way to recapture her husband's attention and remind him of his duties to her. With a mischievous grin she walks over to the wardrobe putting her plans into place.

When Morpheus finally came to their room, she was curled up in the armchair. Legs tucked underneath her, pretending to be absorbed in a book. Moving slowly Morpheus took the seat opposite her. Taking in her outfit, the satin black room that barely covered her thighs. He swallowed.

He was aware that he had been rather neglectful. He was also aware of his wife's wrath. There had been occasions when he had forgotten dinner and she refused to acknowledge him for days. He hoped this was not one of those occasions, longing for the touch of his love.

"How was your day, my queen?"

"Rather uneventful, quite unlike yours I expect."

"I apologise for missing dinner-"

She shuts the book, interrupting him and places it on the table next to her. She stands, moving over to Morpheus before settling on his lap. His hands move automatically to her waist. Feeling the silky fabric covering her.

"No apologies are necessary, my lord."

Morpheus' mouth feels dry all of a sudden, his wife knows exactly what effect that title has on him. "I understand your duties have been very demanding of you lately," her tone is sympathetic and strokes a hand down his chest.

"I am thankful to have such an understanding wife." His hands slide down to cup her rear but she stands suddenly. Extracting herself from his grip and he restrains himself from pulling her back down.

"I am very tired, my love. Let's go to bed?" Her voice is light but Morpheus senses a trap. Nonetheless he stands and gets ready for bed. He watches as she washes her face. Sitting on the bed waiting for her to be done. As she walks over he can't help but be entranced by her beauty. She stops at her side of the bed, faking a yawn. She can feel his eyes locked on to her, she manages to subdue the grin threatening to spoil her surprise.

Morpheus watches as with one hand she undoes the belt of her robe, it glides off of her and falls to the ground. He can't stop his groan as he takes in her outfit. She's wearing a red corset decorated with black lace that clings to her figure. Highlighting her curves perfectly. On her bottom half are a matching pair of underwear in the same colours. Morpheus moves towards her without a second thought. But before he can reach her, she tuts.

"I'm too tired for that tonight, husband." This time she doesn't hide the wicked smile on her face.

It's now Morpheus understands his punishment. To lie next to his wife, to hold her in this outfit. It's sweet torture. He's already painfully hard and his hands twitch to grab her. To sink his fingers into where she is most likely already dripping. To kneel before her and make her cry in pleasure. To watch her ride him dressed like a true queen.

"My love, please, I am sorry." He begs too far gone in his desire for her to care.

"Are you now? Well, I fear it's four days too late." She begins to crawl forward and Morpheus is frozen. Every muscle in his body held taunt to restrain from grabbing her. From taking her and claiming her as his. But he understands his wife's anger and forces himself to bear her punishment. "Four nights I spent my days alone, ate my dinner alone and went to bed alone," she climbs onto his lap and his grip tears the bedsheets in his effort to remain still.

"Maybe I should subject you to the same, four nights away from me. Four nights picturing me like this, hearing me moan your name as I pleasure myself while you cannot," she breaths the words into his ear and he moans unabashedly. She pauses and for a moment he fears she will follow through on her threat. "But then I would be denying myself as well. No, I think you shall have to repent to me, my husband. For your neglect."