Dream Of The Endless/Morpheus Masterlist
Fandom: The Sandman
Headcanons:
Dating Lucifer’s Daughter Headcanons
Dating Sweetheart!Human Headcanons
Dating Impulsive!Partner Headcanons
Married To Morpheus Headcanons
Taking Him To Disneyworld Headcanons
Him Giving Oral To Help His Lover Sleep Headcanons (Smut)
His Family’s Reaction To His Proposal To Morningstar!Reader Headcanons
Listening To « Mr. Sandman » Headcanons
Being With A Virgin Headcanons (Smut)
Finding His Wife Touching Herself Headcanons (Smut)
Morpheus’s Lover Meeting His Siblings Headcanons
Touching Morpheus’s Hair Would Include
Him Being Your First Kiss Headcanons
Dancing With Morpheus Headcanons
Nicknames For His Lover Headcanons
Morpheus’s Kinks Headcanons (Smut)
Morpheus’s Lover Being On Their Period Would Include
Being With A Loud Sex Partner Headcanons (Smut)
Aftercare & Comfort Headcanons
Listening To “All I Ask Of You” Headcanon
His Lover Having Curly/Fluffy Hair Headcanons
His Lover Having Bad Mental Health Headcanons
Him Falling For Hob’s Friend Headcanons
Meeting His Lover’s Parents Headcanons
Having A Plus Size!Partner Headcanons
Finding His Lover Using His Cloak As A Blanket Headcanons
Having A K-pop/Anime Fan Partner Headcanons
A Partner With Bad Parents Headcanons
Orgasm Denial Headcanons
Helping His Lover Through A Panic Attack/Depressive Episode Headcanons
Having A Tall Partner Headcanons
Having A Sweetheart!God Spouse Headcanons
Having A Short Partner Headcanons
Having A Dramatic Partner Headcanons
Having A Lover With Tattoos Headcanons
His Reaction To His Lover Wearing A Choker Headcanons
Sub!Morpheus Orgasm Denial Headcanon
Having An Asexual Partner Headcanons
Make Out Sessions Headcanons
Having An Insecure Partner Headcanons
Celebrating His Lover’s Birthday Headcanons
Having A Clumsy Partner Headcanons
Having An Affectionate Partner Headcanons
His Lover Getting Kidnapped Headcanons
His Partner Being Insecure About Having Stretch Marks Headcanons
Pranking Morpheus Headcanons
Cockwarming Headcanons (Smut)
His Lover Having Lots Of Piercings Headcanons
Having A Lover With Nature Powers Headcanons
Desire Kidnapping Morpheus’s Partner Headcanons
His Partner Wanting To Wait Until Marriage For Sex Headcanons
Morpheus Headcanons: Freckles, Cat Shapeshifter, & Heterochromia
Morpheus’s Lover Getting Cursed Headcanons
Morpheus’s Lover Having A Voice Kink Headcanons
Morpheus Headcanons: Bad Sleeping Habits, Wisdom Teeth, & Car Accident
His Lover Having A Medusa Tattoo Headcanons
Getting His Lover A Pet Headcanons
Learning Their Partner Is Neurodivergent & On The Autism Spectrum
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Oneshots & Imagines:
Saw Your Mind
(When Morpheus is imprisoned, the only power he has left is entering the mind of one single human. He tries and fails to avoid them when he is released) (x GN!Human!Reader)
Come Home
(Morpheus reunites with his lover after a century of imprisonment, hoping that they still love him after all that time) (x Fem!Reader)
Family
(Morpheus returns to the Dreaming after a century imprisoned to learn that his wife has had his son) (x Fae!Wife!Reader)
Between Dreams & Realities
(Morpheus falls in love with a magic user feared by small-minded humans. But after his ego and a cruel warlock separate them, he goes to get his lover back. Even if she had changed in his absence) (x Fem!Magic!Reader)
Caged Love
(The adopted daughter of Alex Burgess finds out about Morpheus and must decide between her family and the trapped Dreamlord) (x Fem!Burgess!Reader)
Back In My Arms (Smut)
(Desperate & loving sex with his lover after his century of imprisonment) (x Fem!Reader)
Dreaming Of You (Smut)
(Morpheus becomes jealous when the being he has feelings for flirts with one of his dreams) (x Fem!Reader)
Welcome Back (Smut)
(Morpheus’s lover had tried and failed to rescue him in his prison. So when he gets out, the two of them celebrate his freedom in their own way) (x Male!Reader)
Safe At Last [Part 2]
(Morpheus is stuck falling in love with different incarnations of the same girl throughout the centuries. However, once he’s free from prison, he meets her again and and maybe fixes their story) (x Fem!Reader)
And He Is The Sun [Part 2]
(Morpheus has a Romeo and Juliet relationship with the werewolf guard if Lucifer, who just wants to escape hell to be with him) (x Fem!Reader)
Fight For You (Good Omens Crossover)
(Morpheus thought he knew what demons were like, until he met the sibling of a famous demon named Crowley who constantly impresses him) (x GN!Demon!Reader)
Dinner Date
(Knowing Morpheus was working too hard, his partner decided to set up a nice dinner for the two of them) (x GN!Reader)
Rest Of My Life
(Morpheus asks his lover’s parents for their blessing for his marriage proposal) (x Goddess!Reader)
Gentle Touches & Cuteness Aggression
(Morpheus’s girlfriend is a very affectionate person, and he quickly realizes how much he enjoys it) (x Fem!Reader)
Hidden Away Together (Smut)
(Morpheus gets very close to the new assistant librarian, with a strong bond developing) (x Male!Reader)
Thrones & Crowns [Part 2]
(Morpheus finds his spouse sitting on his throne) (x GN!Reader)
I Promise
(Morpheus gets angry at his wife during an argument and needs to apologize) (x Fem!Love Goddess!Reader)
Hold Them Right
(Morpheus’s lover is incredibly touch starved from previous relationships but doesn’t know how to ask him for touch. Until they have a conversation around their past relationships) (x GN!Reader)
Return To Him [Part 2] (Smut)
(Morpheus reunited with his ex and realized how much he wants her back) (x Fem!Reader)
Wish Upon A Star
(Morpheus’s story with his wife, the goddess of wishes) (x Fem!Goddess!Reader)
In Sickness And In Health
(Morpheus takes care of his sick lover) (x GN!Reader)
Curiosity [Part 2]
(Morpheus meets a human at a park that intrigues him) (GN!Reader)
Mine Or Hers?
(Morpheus’s wife worries when his ex wife returns to his life, but Morpheus reassures her that there’s nothing to worry about) (Fem!Reader)
Lost & Forgotten [Part 2]
(Morpheus goes to visit his former lover to apologize, only to find they had lost their memories of him) (x GN!Reader)
Wake Up, Darling
(Morpheus’s spouse goes to rescue him with Jessamy and gets shot, slipping into a coma to heal until Morpheus can return to them) (x GN!Reader)
Give Up Control (Dom!Reader Smut)
(Morpheus is stressed from ruling, so his lover persuades him to give up control for a little bit in their bedchambers) (Dom!GN!AFAB!Reader)
Style Change (Black!Reader)
Morpheus’s lover gets a new hairdo and is eager to show him (x GN!Black!Reader)
Over The Years
(Morpheus’s lover is a new immortal, having to deal with the death of their last living relative) (x Immortal!GN!Reader)
Capable Of Change
(Morpheus has a daughter that he hadn’t been a good father to. But he vows to fix that after he escapes his cage) (x Daughter!Reader)
Make Me A Dream
(Morpheus’s lover has a nightmare and calls him for comfort) (x GN!Reader)
The Dance Of Dreams
(Morpheus enters the dream of a human at a ball, rescuing them from the dream turning into a nightmare. Based on the Ball from The Labyrinth) (x GN!Reader)
Behind The Shelves (Smut)
(Morpheus returns to his lover after a trip and they end up getting reacquainted in the library) (x Fem!Reader)
Happy & Safe (Transmasc!Reader)
(Morpheus’s lover had his binder on for too long and Morpheus gets worried at the obvious pain his love was in) (x Transmasc!Reader)
Not Your Decision
(Morpheus’s lover, Lucifer’s heir, has him over for a family dinner after Lucifer tries to stop them from being with him) (x GN!Morningstar!Reader)
Sweet Treats With Sweeter Love
(Morpheus befriends a human at a park and they eventually find out who he is. Letting him know with a treat that they made) (x GN!Human!Reader)
Hot Or Cold (Smut)
(Morpheus returns to his lover, a being who is cold and quiet in public. But in private, only Morpheus knows she is a lot different than that) (x Fem!Reader)
Father’s Daughter
(Morpheus begins to fall for a human girl he met in the dreaming. But when he discovers something about himself, he begins to wonder if her feelings for him are truly genuine) (x Matthew’s Daughter!Reader)
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Lucidity
Morpheus(Dream)/AFAB!Reader
Minors Do Not Interact
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Mild DubCon, Dom/sub, Jealousy.
Summary: Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all he could do was yearn.
Lucidity - noun:
1: clearness of thought or style
2: a presumed capacity to perceive the truth directly and instantaneously
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Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all be could do was yearn.
Caving in to his own desires and curiosity, with just a turn of his cape and the hypnotic swirling of sand, he was there just outside the foggy grey edges of your subconscious space. He heard you before he saw you - a gasp, and then a low whimper as if you were crying.
His brows furrowed, confused, it sounded as though you were in a nightmare at first, but that felt completely wrong. The air here was warm, pleasant, not suffocating in the slightest and seemed to hold an intoxicating and sweet aroma that left room for wanting more. Morpheus felt dizzy with excitement for a moment, the atmosphere seducing his senses as the dreamscape came into view more clearly.
"Please, please more...," You moan softly.
Morpheus' eyes widen as the dream comes fully into view, his lips coming apart in shock. There you are, on your knees, face down on a bed, hands bound behind your back, bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.
"Please I want more!" You cry out, wiggling your hips for attention.
Dream is mesmerized, dumbfounded at the sight before him. He had caught a few glimpses of your sex dreams in the past, heard murmers and yearnings, but he always tucked them back into place. Was content to ignore the persistent tug in his heart that longed to be there with you. He wanted to keep your trust, protect your privacy. Until now. The allure was too powerful this time.
For the next moment he thought about making himself known, of offering himself to you, to fulfill your desires, to help you reach whatever release you begged him for. Lust shot through his body, heat washing over him with the promise of pleasure as he gazed at your needy and vulnerable form. He had always wanted to take you in a dream, ravish you with orgasms until you awoke in the waking world where he would be waiting to claim you yet again.
Just before he could call out your name, it was too late. Another answered.
"You're gonna have to beg better than that, little girl," a low masculine voice said, before chuckling in response to your frustrated groan, a playful gleam in his eye, "What was it you wanted again?"
The man is tall, with short blonde hair and vibrant green eyes, broad and muscled, a few tattoos spread over his body, his straight white teeth just a little sharp, a little devious.
-SMACK- a loud piercing slap sounds through the dreamscape, and with that a pained but pleasured moan tore from your throat, causing the air to waver and sparkle.
It takes Morpheus aback, your position; the seemingly violent nature was nothing new to him, your relationship and sexual escapades are intense, demanding and even sometimes dark, but above all what shocked him the most was that this was not a randomly occurring dream. The tell-tale signs were prevalent, you were dreaming of a memory.
"Fuck me, please fuck me! I'll do anything, please anything..."
"Anything, huh? " The blond man smiles, as he runs his fingertips from your shoulders all the way down to the base of your spine. Your legs are open impossibly wide, juices leaking down your thighs from your neglected cunt. Your cheeks down to the tops of your breasts are tinged pink, tears spotting the corners of your eyes.
"Well I like the sound of that."
Morpheus feels dizzy and weighted, almost like the dreaming itself is trying to shove him out. There's a ringing in his ears and a sharp pain where his shell of a heart should be, something possibly screaming: "Don't look, don't look!"
Another sharp spank rings out, and another, and another before you're sobbing, begging as you're ravished. There's a flash of sickness that Morpheus feels before a familiar and sudden white hot anger. In front of him is another man inside of you, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and the look of pure bliss on your face says you'd like to drown in it as your pleasure is announced all at once in your dreamscape and the waking world.
Betrayal hits Morpheus in the gut, stings deep in his chest. You could dream about anything you wanted in the world, anything you wished for, anything with your talent for lucid dreaming, and you choose to relive a night with a former lover.
No longer being able to endure the sounds of pleasure you make, or the sight of you giving yourself to another, his anger snaps.
"This dream is over."
With swift hands to his bag of sand, he casts it in between the three of you, dissipating your dreamscape and immediately waking you up.
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You shoot straight up in your bed, gasping at the sudden panic of being ripped out of your dream.Sweat pools at your brow and the tops of your breasts, your thighs sticky with your arousal and fading orgasm.
You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, panting a little and blinking the remaining sleep from your eyes as you try to catch your bearings.
"Fuck...," You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut and raking your fingers through your tangled hair, "He's going to be so fucking pissed about this."
You didn't see him, but you knew he had been there. And what the hell was up with that dream anyway? Normally you had so much control in your dreams, able to conjure and manipulate the scape to your liking, how did you get so caught off guard? It had been years since you had even thought about your ex-boyfriend, Dean, let alone have a sex dream about him. Dean had been your very first Dom, the man that got you into the lifestyle in the first place.
The image of him spanking you, fucking you, thrusting into your mouth is burned into your brain. Just random flashes of memories, scenes you played out, fantasies you shared, the firsts of many. Morpheus had seen it all, of course on all the nights he decides to come snooping through your dreams. You knew he was going to show up, and he was going to be hurt and furious.
As if on cue, you look up and are greeted with two silver stars staring at you from the corner of the room. He's in the rocking chair you typically use to dump your clothes on. His legs are crossed, hands together touching his lips - like a prayer.
You stop breathing for a moment, your tongue catching in your throat, silence hanging uncomfortably thick in the air as he peers at you through the darkness. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears and the thumping of your heart attempting to beat it's way through your ribcage.
You swallow hard, your lips parting, "Morpheus, I-I..."
As you spoke, he rises from his seat, still not saying a word he begins to stalk towards you. You impulsively scramble back against your pillows and headboard, a spike of fear shooting up your spine. This only makes him advance quicker, and as he reaches the foot of the bed he grasps the end of your blankets, yanking them off onto the floor, revealing your mostly naked form.
You gasp, automatically trying to hide your breasts with your hands while squeezing your thighs together to conceal your soaked panties, evidence of your body's betrayal.
"Now suddenly your demeanor is bashful and modest?" He accuses, voice dark and low, one of his hands grasping your ankle and pulling it far to the side so he can kneel on the bed, forcing his knee between your legs, his other hand pinning your arms above your head, "You were so open, and wanting not but a moment ago."
Your cheeks burn with shame, your breath coming out in short, sharp bursts as his knee judges your throbbing clit. He squeezes your wrists tighter, forcing a whimper out of you as you squirm helplessly against him.
"Now tell me little one," he growls, jealousy dripping from his baritone voice, "Who were you dreaming about?"
You bite your lip, gently flexing your fingers as you press your body desperately into his, craving contact, craving his warmth. You search his starry eyes for any sort of playfulness and find none, just raging supernovas burning holes down at you through the dark.
"It was...I was...," You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to get the words out, "I was dreaming about my ex-boyfriend, Dean."
The confession makes you go slack, all will and obedience surrendered to Morpheus, his to completely control.
A low growl tears it's way out from deep in his chest, his grip tightens once more, making you wince.
"Not just any ex-boyfriend," he says, every word filled with resentment and venom, "An ex-lover, your ex-dominant."
You cry out as he squeezes your wrists so horribly tight when he says that last word you are frightened for a moment that he might break something.
"Please, you're hurting me..."
His grip relaxes a bit, yet he still keeps your hands together in a firm lock, eyes not once straying from yours. His brow is furrowed, angry; pain emanating from his now darkened pupils. All dark, no stars. His face so close you can feel his wild raven hair tickle your face.
"Am I not good enough for you, little one? Do I neglect you so horribly that you would rather serve another?"
Your eyes widen, horrified. He really believes you no longer want him, it makes your heart burst. You wish to kiss him, to soothe his pained expression, but he moves his jaw away at your attempt to tilt your head up to capture his lips. The move hurts, he has never denied you in any such way before, your eyes prick with tears at the rejection.
"Please...I want only you, belong to only you," You whisper, arching your body to press into any part of him you could, desperate for contact.
He hovers above you, lips brushing over your cheeks, your forehead, the shell of your ear, his free hand caressing your stomach as his knee pushes further up against your sex. You make a small noise and bite your lip, pleasure flooding your groin as you grind down into him, red blooming across your face in embarrassment as you realize your panties will be soaked through, dampening the denim of his pants.
He lets out a slight huff, gently sucking his teeth for a moment as his gaze wanders your body, fingers now trailing up your stomach to tease your breasts and pinch at one your nipples.
"Did you feel your body orgasm as you were dreaming of another man's cock in your cunt? Did you feel it, Y/N?"
You're trembling now, fingers twitching, slightly numb, eyes blown wide with lust, remorse and guilt. Your body feels impossibly empty, your post-orgasm high long gone and replaced with a burning desire to be held and filled, a knawing hunger to please.
"Yes, yes, S-sir..." You whimper, flexing your pelvis once more, savoring the shame of your arousal and the drag of his knee against your clit.
The feeling doesn't last long though, as he suddenly pulls you up to him face twisted in anger, hands firmly grasped in front of you, pressed rough against his chest as his other hand tugs at your hair, exposing your neck.
"Is that what you called him when he pleasured you? When he touched what's mine?"
You bite your lip, your face flushed with tears, stammering, " I - I'm sorry Dream, it's just an old habit, it won't happen again, I -..."
Before you can finish what you are about to say he suddenly and unceremoniously flips you onto your stomach, face down across his lap.
"I think it's time to remind you who you belong to," he snarls, while landing two impossibly hard smacks on your ass. A moan escaping your lips, ecstasy ringing in your ears.
"I am no mere mortal Sir," he hisses, one hand holding you down near the base of your spine the other threaded through your hair close to your scalp, "I am Dream of the Endless, more powerful than a god, I am a King, and I will be addressed as such."
"Yes, Your Majesty," You whimper, pressing your face to the side of his thigh, "Please forgive me."
You gasp at the tight tug across your scalp as he pulls your head back, stinging as his nails dig in slightly. You mewl at the sensation, a pathetic sound he rewards with another smack on your ass.
"I do not like sharing, Y/N," he hums, dark and hypnotic drawl erupting goosebumps across your skin, a fresh patch of slick seeping through your panties, "I do not like when others touch what is rightfully mine."
You cry out as he roughly manhandles you, grabbing your hips and forcing you into the same position you were in in your dream. Back sharply arched, hands behind your back, ass and pussy exposed and at his mercy.
You bury your face in the covers, trying to hide the burning shame that licks so sweetly at your insides as you feel his hands caress up your thighs and over the curve of your ass before resting on your hip, fingertips toying with the edge of your panties. They're ruined, you can tell, your gushing wetness making them cling to your sensitive lips and clit, making you throb with a need for friction.
You whine, wiggling your hips slightly as he continuously dips and caresses your panty line.
"Insaitable, needy little thing," he murmurs, finally hooking his fingers through your waist band and peeling them down to your ankles.
Excitement floods your system as you're exposed to the night air, every movement and sensation promising sweet relief, a reward from your Lord for your unwavering submission.
"My, my, darling what a mess you've made," he says, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slides his fingers through your drenched folds.
You let out a labored sigh you haven't realized you've been holding, warmth spilling into your stomach like hot milk and honey as he begins to work you thoroughly. The silken pad of his fingertips gliding up and over your glossy lips, back around the hood of your clit, and up and down again and again faster each time, little droplets of slick dripping onto your sheets.
You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, pins and needles whisper along your skin, his movements fast and gentle like humming bird wings, two other fingers teasingly prod at the needy entrance to your sex. You can feel a warm knot tighten deep inside you, tension ready to snap.
"P- please, my Lord, I'm so close, so AH!-" You cry out, his hand spanking you once, twice, three times more, pleasure and stinging pain threatening to send you over the edge.
"Naughty little dreamers who break their Master's heart don't deserve to cum, do they little one?"
His words shoot ice into your heart, your eyes welling with tears. He has punished you before, but not like this, this time it felt like he actually wanted to hurt your feelings. You didn't mean to break his heart, it was an accident, a subconscious fluke.
You sob in frustration, squirming and kicking your feet out a little as he continues with his spanking punishment. He goes back and forth between each cheek, the round curve of your ass blooming into an angry red, the loud sharp crack of his hand against your skin drowning out your whimpers, until you cry out,
"Please, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
He slows his motions at your plea, striking you only a few times more before he seems satisfied with his handy work, soothing the palm of his hand over your burning flesh. Your blood sings with the knowledge that there will be bruises for weeks to come, that every time you sit down you will be reminded that you belong to him.
Gently, he flips you over onto your back and straddles your waist, conjuring a piece of black rope from thin air. He snatches your wrists once more and binds them together above your head, expertly threading them through the top bars of your headboard. You give it an experimental tug, knowing full well there is absolutely no way you can escape it.
He towers over you, hair dark and wild as the night, pale skin glowing in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window, stormy eyes ever changing - cold steel, black hole, supernova heat. Dark and dangerous and possessive, he regards you as if you were a million miles away.
"Perhaps I should keep you bound here, and disappear for the rest of the night, hm? Leave you wanting."
He reaches under your thighs, spreading your legs wide apart, completely opening yourself to him. He looks hungrily at your leaking cunt, swiping his thumb over your clit and down to your dewy-slick hole that flutters desperately around nothing. It's then that you finally feel his cock, hard and heavy, straining inside of his jet black jeans as he grinds you down into his lap.
"No, please," you whine, eyes half-lidded, your dopamine drunk mind screaming for more.
Lick me, fill me, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.
"Please don't leave me here all alone," You plead as you gently rut against his lap, "Please forgive me, my Lord, it was only a dream!"
"Only a dream?" his eyes darken again, venom trickling back out of his lips while he roughly pinches your clit, "It was the dream of a memory, not some figment of your imagination. You are the most powerful lucid dreamer I've ever come across, and this is what you do with your gift?"
"Please, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!"
You whine once more as he flicks and squeezes your clit, your orgasm threatening to roar back to life yet again, his lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, "Do you think of him still when it is I who gives you the pleasure you crave?"
"No, never!" You sob, several of his fingers sliding into your drenched pussy, twisting easily through the silky glide of your wetness to add a much wanted third. It makes you see stars, though you aren't quite sure if they are coming from his eyes or your dizzying arousal, "I only think of you, Your Majesty, only you!"
His breath is coming out hard and fast now, his chest heaving as he grips both of your thighs hard enough to bruise, his gaze boring down into you.
"Then you must make it up to me," he murmurs, pressing your legs further back, folding you in half so your feet dangle over his broad shoulders.
With a slight wave of his hand, his clothes are conjured away, leaving him completely naked. His smooth, cool skin igniting shivers through out your body. His long, thick cock resting heavily against your clit and abdomen, causing you to squirm with need.
"Yes, my Lord, anything for you," you whimper breathlessly, the head of his cock and shaft dragging through your wet, aching need, "Anything you ask."
He leans closer to your face as he lines the blunt tip of his cock up to your entrance. Finally capturing your lips, ravishing your mouth and tongue with his own as he nips and bites and claims.
"I want you to beg for my forgiveness."
At those words he slams into you, bottoming out instantly, your scream of ecstasy muffled by his hand covering your mouth. You throb around him, his thick cock stretching you so wide you can feel it at the very bottom of your clit. You tuck your face into the crook of your arm as you mindlessly tug at your restraints. He sets a brutal pace, filling your room with the humiliating sounds of your soaked pussy and his skin colliding with yours.
"Fuck, fuck...," You moan, loving the drag of his thick girth simultaneously hitting your clit and, the deep spot inside you that makes alarm bells go off in your head.
His pace never falters, and even though he has had you time and time again; owned you, fucked you, used you in so many different ways, you have never felt so full and claimed in your entire life.
He takes a hold of your throat as he pounds into you mercilessly, your breasts bouncing with every stroke, useless short noises hitching their way out of your mouth as he uses you.
"You belong to me," he growls, accentuating each word with a bite, peppering the unguarded column of your neck with dark, angry marks, "Mine."
"Yes, my Lord! I'm yours, all yours, pleasepleaseplease forgive me!"
His grip tightens around your neck, your earlobe between his teeth as he slows his thrusts to a torturous pace, making you want to scream.
"Do you deserve it, little one, after you've broken my heart in two?" He whispers, one hand dropping between your legs to toy with your clit, forcing you to clench around his cock.
"I- I don't deserve your forgiveness, Your Majesty!" You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look him in the eye, so open and ready and willing, "I'll show you my devotion, just please forgive me...fuck me, use me, keep me as a pet, I'll do anything to earn back your trust!"
He pulls your head forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his previous pace returning full force as he fucks into you, drinking in every little sound you make. The familiar heat of your orgasm begins to lick up your spine, your clit and cunt throbbing with every thrust. You moan as he ruts into you, sloppy wet, and keen agonizing need threatening to burst at the seams.
"M-morpheus please, I'm going to cum, I can't stop it," you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tight, your hands gripping your bounds for dear life, trying and failing to suppress the incoming wave of heat, "Please let me cum, please!"
His starry eyes sparkle as you beg for him, he's slackjawed with want, shiny lips parted as he grunts out his need, fucking into your more than willing body. He smirks, relishing your fucked-out state, so wanton for him, so earnest to please.
"Yes, little one, come undone for me."
"Morpheus!"
You cry out into his mouth as the tension in your stomach snaps, white hot heat surging through your bones as your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your pussy throbbing and pulsating, coating his cock with a gush of warm slick.
He lets out an appreciative gasp, groaning with deep arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, obscene wet noises ring out as the only sounds in the air while he chases his own end.
"Good girl," he praises, panting, his thrusts beginning to falter as he pounds into your slick heat, hips stuttering as you cry out into the night.
"Cum inside me... please!"
With a gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping several more thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, whispering your name as your pussy milks out every last drop, mixing your essences together.
"I forgive you, Y/N."
There is a moment of quiet as you both breathe together, your hearts chest to chest, matching each other's racing beat. He gives you a slow kiss on your forehead, tenderly pushing away the tendrils of hair that have fallen in your face. Slowly and carefully, he removes your aching legs from his shoulders before quickly getting to work on untying you.
You sigh in relief as your arms are freed, your shoulders were beginning to ache and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.
"Are you alright?" He asks softly, caressing the blooming purple marks along your neck and collar bone, his other hand's thumb rubbing gentle circles into one of your wrists that is beginning to show signs of bruising. The anger is gone, his usual tenderness returned.
"Yes," you smile, clinging to him, still feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded from your thunderous orgasm, your lips brush his knuckles, kissing them, "Are you okay? I'm really sorry you had to see that, I promise I wasn't doing it on purpose."
He frowns, holding you closer in his arms, "I know, I should've known better, seen the signs more clearly. I let my jealousy get the best of me, I'm sorry..."
You gently kiss him again, "I forgive you too."
He turns to you, starry eyes blue and calm like the early morning ocean - supernova heat long gone. He gives you a brief smile and tenderly strokes the side of your face.
"Let me make it up to you."
You smile back once more, giggling in post-coital giddiness, "And how are you going to do that?"
He rises out of bed, his clothing suddenly conjured back onto his form. For as many times as you've seen him do it it never fails to take you by surprise.
"Should I get dressed?" You ask, stretching your aching limbs, "Where are we going?"
There's a twinkle in his eye and a rare smirk on his lips as he kneels by the side of the bed and gathers you up into his arms, "No need, where we're going you won't need clothes."
A moment later and the two of you are encased in swirling sand. You cling to him in shock as you feel a pull and sudden whiplash into another space. It's over rather quickly as you realize he's teleported you to his palace in The Dreaming. You are wrapped in the safety of his cloak, but are horrified by just how vulnerable you feel being naked in his throne room.
"Morpheus, I don't have any clothes on, what if someone sees!" You whine, burying your face in the side of his neck.
He chuckles, amused at your worry, as he begins to walk through the halls, "No one will see you dear one, I won't allow it. You'll be perfectly safe in my chambers. I intend to make good on my promise and lavish you with all of the attention you deserve."
"Hmmm, I like the sound of that," you purr, nuzzling and nipping at his jaw, "I think I still have some making up to do myself, Your Majesty."
"I believe that you do," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "So, you would like to be my pet, would you?"
You blush, face crimson, the tips of your ears burning hot. You hide your face in the crook of his neck once more, shame and arousal mixing and bubbling up to the surface again.
"Yes...yes I would like to try that out, if you want..." You whisper back, breathless, heart thrumming in your ears and throat and pussy.
"Hmmm," he hums, seemingly delighted, as he pushes open the door to his personal living quarters, and lays you down on his bed, "I like the sound of that."
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