morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

his voice : smut

His voice was like a drug to you. Sweet and heavy, dark-honey, thunder in a lightning storm. It was clear as day why a being like Dream carried a voice like that. You'd follow it everywhere. Into every world, every realm, would voluntarily stay among nightmares only to hear him talk again.

Safe to say, it really did something to you.

You never told him that... explicitly. You thought it was obvious from the way you shuddered and trembled when he whispered into your ear how good you were for him, how beautiful you looked writhing underneath him as you took his cock. You thought he had noticed how your breath hitched when he moaned and how you almost came when he murmured against your inner thighs.

But apparently, he had not noticed.

A being who held the entire unconsciousness of the universe had not noticed that his voice drove you crazy.

At least that's the only explanation for the frown on his face when he saw you sitting on the stairs to his throne.

"Enough!" He had told another dream just moments earlier and his voice rumbled through you, resonated within your goddamn soul. "This ends now."

And shit, was it hot. It was a side he usually hid well from his lover as he didn't allow you to be around when he was working and well, you realized that you missed out on something. So, when the dream left and he turned, apology already on his lips, he saw something in your eyes that didn't belong here ... in the throne room ... in public.

"Really?" Amusement dripped from his voice.

"Always," you said cheekily.

He lowered himself to you on the stairs, hand gripping your jaw tightly. "Mhh, what was it, my love?" His tone was low and shit, it was exactly ...

"That," you whispered.

The frown was still there, even as he stroked with his thumb over your lips.

"Your voice." You couldn't believe you had to actually say it.

His eyes darted up, grip still tight and then the frown was gone, replaced by a... smirk. "My voice?"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. He's doing this on purpose, you thought, he has to. Well, you decided to play along.

"I believe your voice alone could get me to come, my King." It was a shy statement, almost playful. But it had the desired effect – the darkening of his eyes that you knew all too well. That was usually followed by the doors to the throne room falling shut and locking themselves.

"Why don't we find out?"