morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

heavenly : smut

Head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, hair tousled – a memory of your hands gripping it when he slid inside of you –, Morpheus is a sight for the Gods as you move on his lap.

The sounds escaping his mouth when you leave a trail of kisses on his neck are downright heavenly and the way he grabs your thighs, fingers burying themselves into the softness of them, makes you shiver.

The moonlight dimly illuminates his pale face and the stars and galaxies move slowly in the inside of his coat that he spread underneath you. When your name falls from his lips, soft and murmured like a prayer not meant for your ears, he shows you his true essence for the first time, becoming the very definition of a dream.

You lean back, looking for support on his legs, to see him better, to drink up his presence, drown in his sounds, melt in his touch.

"You're distracted." It's a statement or an accusation, you're not sure but it bothers you nonetheless. You don't want him talking, you want to hear what sounds you can draw out of the Endless with the simple movement of your hips.

His eyes are now open, hands holding on even tighter. You don't stop and feel him shudder. "I'm watching you," you whisper into the night, a smile tugging on your lips. "Not such a bad idea after all, wasn't it?"

He hears the challenge in your tone, the spark in his eyes tells you and the raspy tone confirms it. "I still prefer you underneath me, my love."

You roll your eyes and your rhythm changes. You speed up, hips moving in the most delicious way and it makes him fucking moan. "Keep telling yourself that," you chuckle, knowing full well that he will get back at you for this later on. But now, he is too occupied with the way you feel all around him.

Your breath hitches when he presses you down onto him and his hips rock up. A curse leaves your mouth that turns into whimpers and soft moans as he moves with you. One of his hands travels down but you push it away. He groans.

"Later," you murmur. Now, you want to see him being lost in you, want to see him unravel. The thrill that rushes through your body feels unreal – it's the pure thought of the God of Dreams, an Endless, falling apart from your touches, that turn you on even more.

Morpheus is close, you can feel it. His voice grows darker, his moans louder, and in your own body, the knot tightens. It tightens and tightens and when his movements begin to lose control, become more erratic with each thrust, it doesn't take long for you to see stars in front of your eyes. You come, soft and trembling, back arching and with his name on your lips. He follows you shortly after and fuck, you just know that the image of him will never leave you again.

The waves of your orgasm wash over you and suddenly you lack any strength to hold yourself up any longer. He wraps an arm around you when you sink down to rest on his chest. He's still breathing heavily, even when his fingers trace lazy lines on the skin of your body. You smile.

"You are awfully proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

The smile only widens at his words. "I have every right to be, Dream Lord," you tease him. "I proved you wrong."

He laughs silently underneath you. "Did you now?"

"Mhh," you make and prop yourself up on the elbows. "Admit it, you loved having me on top of you."

He watches you, mischief in his eyes. "Not more than having you underneath me."

"As if. I believe the whole Dreaming heard you just now."

He moves quick. So quick that you can't help but yelp as he flips you over, pinning your wrists above your head. His lips hover about yours, his breath a ghostly touch, and your heart starts to beat faster. "My love, it doesn't matter if they heard me. They didn't hear you," he murmurs, "and I believe that is the true shame here."

They hear you after that, Morpheus makes sure of that.