morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

throne room : smut

You startled slightly as the door to your bedroom pushed open. As usual, Morpheus had climbed the stairs so quietly, you had not heard his approach. He simply loved to startle you, sneaking up on you whenever he could.

"My love" he said, his voice dark and deep as usual and he smiled at you in a way that made you shiver.

"Morpheus, what are you doing here? I thought that you had things to do" you asked as his tall figure leaned against the door frame, left arm behind him, as the right had pushed the door ajar.

"I believe that I have not provided you with enough attention this week and, for that, I apologise" he smiled down at you, looking more lecherous than sincere.

"You just came to that realisation on your own, did you?" you asked, watching him smirk.

"No, my love. It was you who brought me to this conclusion" Dream explained and his expression shifted to mock pity.

"How so?" you asked, adorably confused.

"Your continuous teasing is what gave it away my love. You were doing it so openly, right inside my own realm, unbothered even by the presence of my dreams" Morpheus said and his voice grew darker with every word that passed his lips.

"I apologise my lord" you said while, the truth was, that you were not sorry at all.

"Quiet now" Dream said as he leaned away from the door frame and sauntered toward you, a devilish smile playing across his features and, before you knew it you felt the soft grains of sand in your eyes, causing you to enter the Dreaming once again.

"My lord, I am sincerely sorry" you gasped as, seconds later, you found yourself inside Morpheus's sacred hall, his throne room.

"I do not think you are my love" Morpheus smirked while scooping his fingers under your chin, and tilting your face to meet his gaze.

He was standing right in front of his throne and you were only standing inches away from him, wearing nothing but your white cotton panties. Clearly, your clothes weren't part of this dream and Morpheus quite frequently omitted them for his own benefit when he took control of your dreaming.

"I was just..." you paused, but no good explanation could follow, so your sentence remained uncompleted and you submitted yourself to the King of Dreams, your husband and lover.

His fingers ran through your hair, and his hand came to rest on your shoulder.

"I can forgive you" Morpheus then said reassuringly, and as your gaze lifted, his left arm drew from behind his back. "After your punishment, that is" he added and you knew that, once again, you were in for a game of cat and mouse.

"My lord, I willingly submit to my punishment" you told him with a sparkle in your eyes, as he traced his free hand across your cheek.

"Good" Morpheus said as his fingers moved back along your cheekbone, and tangled sharply into your hair.

You hissed air through your teeth, as the pain prickled your scalp and your chest lifted toward his body, presenting in submission, under his grasp.

Dream then guided you up two steps, closer towards his throne and his firm grasp on your hair directed you up on to your toes, where he then pulled you closer, and kissed you firmly. His tongue parted your lips, and took your mouth captive. The mixture of surrender and desire swirling through your body gave the kiss an intoxicating effect, and you had to place your hands against his chest to balance.

His grasp on your hair released, and he stroked the place he had previously held, as your kiss broke free.

"Are you ready to accept your punishment?" Morpheus then asked, staring intently into your eyes, in a way that said, there is only one correct answer.