morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

false worship : smut

You waited, and you waited, and you waited, but still, Morpheus didn't come just like he said he would; you wanted to be angry, but now could you? He was the king of dreams. He was busy, but you wished he had come tonight. You had soaked and scrubbed till your skin glowed. Hair arranged perfectly along with that delicate underwear you had been saving. You felt ready—Ready for your lover to take you for real. Your relationship had only ever been purely metaphysical. He would come to you in your sleep. Sometimes you would talk, other times you would make love, he would pull such beautiful noise from you, and it had been perfect till you woke, panties drenched and tight wall clenching around nothing frustrated you. Tonight should have been different.

You whimpered as you plunged your finger into your wetness, chasing your release, but you couldn't. Every time you were close, the releases shifted and drifted away from you. You cried in frustration begging for release, but your body was tired; tomorrow, you would burrow that toy between your legs and gush over your silver-eyed Lord. With wet eyes, you snuggled into your blanket and submitted yourself to darkness.

Morpheus frowned as he stared at your sleeping form; he expected you to be waiting for him; you had reminded him enough, he glanced at the lightning night. He really must invest in a human watch.

You had wanted him in the flesh tonight, Well, what he had created as flesh. He smiled as he remembered your shyness, your nervousness as if you were proposing something scandalous, but he had missed it. A lacey nightdress was thrown on the floor, candles burnt out, and the smell of disappointment and silted desire clung to the air. Gingerly, he snatched up the lacey garment; he fingered the strip of soaked material. The need to join hit him with such force that he didn't notice your eyes fluttered open till you mewled like a cat as you blinked the sleep away. Your legs kicked off the soft duvet, revealing your cute little PJs. It was a side he never saw, the domestic side, the normal side of you. It was endearing and sweet.

Then you parted your legs. Your need and want to fill the air, the crouch of your bottoms dripped with your desire. Your whimpers filled the air as you ground up, hand trailing your breast, pebbling in the air as you moaned. He stilled in the dark corner he had appeared in as he watched you lean over and retrieve a small box, dumping the contents onto the bed. The Endless's eyes hardened as he took in the brightly coloured array of phallic symbols and strange objects. Settling against your pillows, plucking a small device and pledging it beneath your bottom. Morpheus watched as lazily you pressed the metallic device to your core as a soft hum filled the room. Followed by your breathy moans. The Dreamlord had long known of the phallic devices that people would use during the fertility rituals of the old ways, but when did they become so advanced, and when did you start participating in such events? Frowning, he watched on as you ground up feebly. If any other had seen you like this, he would torment them for all eternity. You looked so desperate and frustrated.

In fascination, he watched as you tossed the bullet aside, needily peeling our damp sleepwear from your body and exposing your glistening pussy. You quivered as you plucked up a large pink curved member from the pile. Morpheus's dark eyes watched as you dragged it across your folds. The pink sparkled in the light, moaning as you twisted it to life. The god's cock grew unimaginably hard as the device buzzed and throbbed. He watched in awe as you groaned lowly as the strange ears of the devices nestled against your clit, the shaft nudging hungrily at your core. Why had you pleaded so prettily at him when you had such a thing as that? Or had you replaced him with that abomination? His eyes cast to the small collection next to you. Have you used all of those? Had you been using these all this time, or had you been trying to summon him to you?

A deep gasp pulled him from your musing as your pussy hungrily devoured the shaft, stretching needily against its intrusion. Despite his anger and his rage, he was addicted to the magic in the air, the pulses that you feed into the room. He watched as you plunged it in and out. Pace quickening till you did a very stupid, stupid thing. You said his name.

"Morpheus... Oh, Morpheus, take me harder!" you whimpered as you plunged it faster, twisting and turning it till your legs shook, so lost in your desperation that you failed to notice the figure hunch over you till it ripped the device to grip. Burying it to the hilt within you.

"Here is me... thinking you wanted me... but I find you here with these," Morpheus growled.

"Morpheus..." you pledged as he thrust the device in and own, causing your toes to curl and back to arch. "Wanton little fertility princess...but I am honoured you have pledged yourself to me... "he smiled as he pressed tentatively on one of the buttons, preening as you let out a shriek as you struggled against his body. "I have never taken a fertility priestess before but don't worry... I will take great pain in coming up with the most devoted ritual and using all these sacred items," Morpheus growled, speeding up his movements. "You do want to worship properly, don't you?" he cooed menacingly as he watched the orgasm wreak your body. The first of many.