morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

the giving dream

"Lay back," Morpheus states in a tone that brokers no argument. The self assurance of a King was clear though he never raised his voice. He appeared even more incandescent than usual in your bedroom. You see the night sky in the lining of his coat as it fans out around him, his pale skin practically glowing.

You could see a chair piled high with clothes from the corner of your eye.

He runs his hands down your sides. His touch is a gentle caress. Morpheus hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your silky shorts and tugs them down.

You're not wearing anything underneath.

In a mesh black bra that's sheer, ribbons crossing over your rib cage from the band, you feel more bare than if you had been naked. It was the dark look in Morpheus' eyes. Your entire body flushed, nipples hard.

He made you feel seen.

It's a heady feeling that goes right to your core, knowing you held all of the Dream Lord's attention.

The shorts pool at your ankles.

"Must I repeat myself," Morpheus asks with his usual brand of arrogance which was infuriating, but in these circumstances, incredibly hot.

There was mirth in those glacier blue eyes.

He knows you well.

"No," you shake your head, leaning forward, your hands on his chest. "My lord," you whisper sultry near his ear, before sucking on his earlobe.

His breath hitches.

Then you lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows: your feet hang off the bed.

Anticipation curls your toes.

Holding your gaze with his fathomless eyes, Morpheus sinks to his knees. In a fluid motion, he discards his coat, leaving him in a black t-shirt. His arms are all corded muscle.

"Well then," you ask him with an arched brow. Your voice is steady though the warmth under your skin grows. It's a rush of blood to the head.

It never got old to see a King on his knees for you. It never got old to see him between your legs.

"Patience," Morpheus utters, wrapping his hand around your ankle, "I wish to try something."

You swallow. "Alright," trusting him implicitly.

He lifts your leg, exposing your pussy to him. He rubs his cheek up your calf, his breath tickling your skin.

You left your other leg, resting your foot on the edge of your bed.

Morpheus kisses the crook of your knee: once tenderly, then again, pressing an open mouth kiss to the same spot.

You sigh, smiling placidly when he grips your thighs, ducking his head down low to suck a kiss on your inner thigh. His wild hair brushes against your skin. He nips at your skin before soothing the indents of his teeth over with his tongue.

The warmth of Morpheus' breath so near your slit is dizzying. Teasingly close to your core, your cunt throbs with need.

You run your fingers through his hair, laying back entirely. The effort to hold yourself up wasn't worth it, not when heat coiled deep in your belly. You wanted his mouth against your pussy already.

Shamelessly wanton, knowing how good he could make you feel, you cultch his hair and pull him where you need him.

Morpheus chuckles lowly. "Patience, I will take care of you." He nuzzles his face against your mound.

Bucking your hips, you whine, "I need you now." You needed him. Your cunt aches. Both hands curled in his dark locks, you wank him forward again.

You were wet where he'd littered your skin with kisses; you were wet with pooled desire.