morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

claiming his queen 2

The hickey took a week to disappear, the purple hue mocking you from beneath your clothing. It took a further week before you realised you had an interloper in your dreams. You could never see him; he was always just on the edge of your sight, almost like he was teasing you and begging you to see him again. Despite that, you could feel him watching you, touching you, willing you to submit to him. The worst part was that you wanted to. He made you weak and desperate.

Dreams were no longer a sanctuary; they were a prison to your desire and need.

But you would not waver to him. Not submit to his power. The burn might still be there, but you weren't beaten yet.

Your research had been fruitful. Demons could not manifest themselves in the physical world without a host or a spell that would bind them to a particular spot. With the spell ring destroyed and the manor, the demon was harmless; the only place it could get to you was your dreams. Thirty more minutes of research were enough to realise you could only manifest a dream if you were in REM sleep, a deep enough sleep that the physical world had no bind to you. In which the perfect plan presented itself.

You brought a ridiculously expensive sleep monitor system and alarm. If we set the alarm to wake you every hour and a half, you could fight off the dreams without falling into the depths of sleep deprivation. It was the only plan you had, and if it didn't. You shivered. It didn't bare thinking about.

You were lounging on a pile of cushions on your bedroom floor, the sound of rain pattering against your window. In your hands, you fiddled with the alarm. It was a little white box with a thin set of wires, now securely attached to your wrist. This could work.

A small smile etched across your face as a pleasant warmth caressed against the side of your neck. A small mew escaped from your mouth as lips moved across your throat before nuzzling against the side of your face. The familiar mop of obsidian locks tickled at your skin.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

'I have missed you. My business is almost complete; then, we will be together.' His low voice vibrated across your neck and straight to your core.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tensed. Where was that freaking alarm?

'I just need a little touch to sustain me. Will you grant me this one small thing, my love?' He mumbled into your skin, hands roaming across your body as his lips devoured your neck, teeth scraping across your delicate skin.

You didn't respond; you didn't need to. A throaty moan escaped your traitorous mouth as warm fingers ran across your panties, ghosting across your clit. It was not enough for you to feel anything but to abandon all logical thoughts and surrender yourself to his sinful embrace.

You bucked your hips forward, pushing your wet pussy into his hand. Your treacherous body succumbing to its base instincts.

'Let me hear you.' His voice was like liquid sin, fuelling the fire in the pit of your stomach.

A gasp ripped from her throat as the pads of three of his fingers rolled tight circles across the top of your clit. You were clenching around nothing, chest heaving as you tried to remain still, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to control the unbridle moans that spewed from your mouth. But your stubborn resolve only earnt an increase in pressure that made you whimper, as his fingertips burrowed down directly, working into the sensitive bundle of nerves through the thin cotton of your underwear. Beside you, you could feel his breath becoming laboured- impatient, frustrated grunts as his gaze absorbed the tremble of your hips.

Your gaze clung to the thick mop of hair; the side profile of his face was beautiful, with white skin and an elegant nose dipping gently down to the pretty pink lips parted in a growl. You wanted to see him fully, but you feared if you did, all resolve would collapse, and you would be lost in the grasp of this demon.

'I NEED to taste you.' He growled primally.

Cool air attacked your bare skin causing a needy whine to tumble from the back of your throat. A dark chuckle vibrated against your thighs as the black figure pushed them apart and kept them wide. With a flick of his fingers, your underwear disappeared in a cloud of dust before he nestled down between your legs. His smooth face nuzzled in between your thighs. Full lips mouthed against your tender flesh before his tongue slowly descended across the recesses of your core. Oh god. Your fingers dug into his thick mane as you watched him burrow deeper into your folds, licking a heavy stripe up the length of your pussy. Before slowly, he drove the tip of his tongue inside you, moaning wantonly at the taste of your wetness, before returning his attention to your clit, suckling it between his lips
'Oh my...fuck!' Was all you could stammer as you arched your back off the bed.

Fluttering lashes shot up to you, framing the beautiful mercury eyes of your predator. He dared to smirk against your pussy before his furious tongue lashed against your clit, thrusting his jaw deeper to pull a series of pathetic cries from you, hungry like a starved man eating the forbidden fruit. His eyes burnt into you, never blinking, never moving an itch as you writhed against his mouth.

You were powerless against his moans, the vibrations strumming on your sensitive core as he suckled between your clit and your begging opening.

You were already close, but who could blame you when he devoured you, his silver eyes pulling you in? Tears pricked at your eyes, unable to look away from him, lapping at your centre. You babbled, moaned and cried, dark eyes drinking you in. Suddenly, his tongue plunged into you. Your lips parted to make a desperate plea.

Then.

Then the dream shook. You couldn't hear your moans anymore or his soft grunts as he ate you out, just the piercing wail of an alarm. Your alarm. His eyes darted away from you to glare at the black strap tightly bound to your wrist as it ripped you away from the dream.

You awoke whimpering.

You were dripping with arousal, clit throbbing. Yet your brand on your palm was suspiciously pain free. Tentatively glancing down, you felt a gush of relief as your saw the flash of cotton, your underwear was still firmly in place. It was all a dream. You were safe.

Yet.

'What. Is. This.' The voice roared.

Your eyes darted up, resting on the figure of the man standing directly next to you on the bed.

'You...you can't be here...you're a demon, I am dreaming. This isn't real.' You knew it was, but you hoped it would be true if you said it aloud.

He looked the same as he did ten years ago. However, now he was dressed in an immaculate black suit, yet he looked rumpled, hair a dishevelled finger thread mess. His mouth and chin shone in the moonlight with your sticky essence.

'I am no demon', he spat, angry silver eyes glinting menacingly in the darkness. 'I am the King of the Dreams.'

Dreams? Shit.

'I will ask you one last time, my love, What. Is. This?'

'I...' What could you say?

'Master...' a voice called behind, pulling away his gaze. Behind him, an inky black raven emerged from the dark, nudging the white box. 'it's a sleep tracker; it wakes her up' it paused, flapping its wings before resuming 'if she starts to dream,' The bird sounded almost disappointed, sad even as it shook its feathers.

You didn't want to, but you looked back at the looming man. He stared at you coldly, fury swirling in those silvery depths, but now they turn grey and icy, like a winter's sky.

'I am disappointed; I tried to be patient, but you trick me with this.' As he spoke, the slim box shattered in his hands, the deep rich voice now a bitter mummer as a delicate finger tugged open a small pouch, and with a majestic flick, a swirl of sand tugged you into darkness.

'Shhh shhh, sleep for now.'