Pairing: Nosferatu! Morpheus x Fem! Reader

Warning: Dark, dubcon, movie themes, blood, nudity, religion,

1830s

Loneliness is a human condition that all fall into. Although it may seem like something that simply involves being alone, that is not always true. Loneliness is also coming home after spending the day with friends and realizing you are different; you are simply alone in this big world, and you will one day be nothing. You had felt that for a very long time, no matter how much you tried to snuff it out by being with friends or family. It felt good for a moment, laughter and delight filled your bones, but then it went away; it always went away. You felt detached and separated from everyone else, almost like you were wearing a mask to hide your true self. That is what being a woman was like. Hiding under a layer of fakeness to be seen as proper and feminine, people feared what a woman’s mind could do.

“Come to me.”

You prayed. Your face was slicked with tears, and your body shook with pain. Your prays sounded like they were being casted away by how loud and violent the storms outside were. The sky cried with you allowing its torrent to hear your pain and express deeply how it felt by causing loud booms of thunder to ripple into the sky. You wanted anyone…anything to just ease you. Someone who simply understood your pain and would comfort you in these moments. You couldn't understand why you were so different, why you felt detached from everyone around you. You needed some reasoning to explain what was wrong with you. Your face quivered as your lips curled to beg again, but nothing came out. You softly closed your eyes, allowing your thoughts and desires you rush through you, allowing God to see how desperate you were for company. Your knees pressed against the flooring, and your nightgown hung low against your body. It was pathetic to ask God for a friend at your age, too. No other person begs God for a friend, but you were not like a normal person.

Your eyes shot open, and a new feeling brashed into the air. You were not alone. Was it God? God had came to look upon you, his creation, and wondered what went wrong? You quickly bit your tongue, holding yourself together the best you could. You felt like an afraid child when things go bump in the night. You rose from your knees, slowly walking towards the window, drawn like a moth to the flame. There was no one there. You told yourself as you walked. No one was here for you, no one cared enough to listen to your plea, but something was here. Your doubts spoke almost to protect you from it, but you couldn't hide now. You wanted this, you wanted something. A shadow was cast against the curtains, a figure of…something. You could not tell if it was a man or a woman, or simply neither. Your eyes were frozen on it; this was living proof of the supernatural world you were told does not exist. Even though you were fearful, you still walked towards it, you still stood in front of it, and allowed your body to rise from the floor. A bond grew between you both, a bond you had no idea existed, but of course, it... he was always here, it always had been.

“Are you…God?”

You whispered, earning a smirk from his face. Everything about him was simply so divine that you couldn't help but question if he was the creator of life itself.

“No.”

His tone was filled with a dark, low whisper that was meant to lure people asleep. You had been enchanted by it, hoping to listen to his words more. You stood there waiting for an explanation of who he was. He was a man, was he not? Or was that just a label morals gave each other? Man and woman were just words. Maybe he was beyond that, and your human mind could only think about him being a man.

“Have you come for me…?”

You have asked to confirm his presence. As the seconds went by, his appearance became clearer. You could clearly see the outline of his hair, how his face was shaped, and the long trenchcoat.

“You have called.”

He simply said. His sentences were short, filling an awkward tension in you. You were stuck within yourself, feeling your body rise with anxiety. Now what were you supposed to do? He began to slowly walk towards you, his presence making the chambers obey him. He had this aura around him that was completely more worthy than any human’s life. You felt inferior compared to him, almost ready to back away, but under his starry eyes, you too felt like obeying his command.

He had stopped right in front of you, allowing his gaze to wander to your body that was covered by the white night gown. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and your eyes darted away. You should've worn a proper dress. This seemed so…sinful.

“You accept this of my own will?”

He asked, but it sounded more like a statement. You paused, wanting to simply ask what he meant, but it felt stupid to ask him. You did not want to seem dumb and unworthy to his grace. You shyly nodded as a response, hoping that would be good enough for him

"A verbal response would be more appropriate."

He leaned in, causing your lips to part and your eyes to direct themself to his face. You wanted him to bless you with anything that he would give you.

“Yes.”

You gently said, causing a satisfied huff to escape his perfectly curved lips. Yes to what exactly? What did his words mean? But somehow you were foolish enough to blindly trust him.

"Then the covenant is fulfilled."

His words were like honey; the way they melted with such beauty and ease made you weak. Your whole body wanted to be wielded by him; you wanted to change into a better version of yourself. To be blessed by his power, whatever the Hell he was, sounded like a delight.

His hand rose, getting close to your face. It was huge compared to your head shape; you felt like he might squash you like a bug. Your breath hitched at the thought of him destroying you. You were weak compared to him; he could just vanish you without a thought. You thought of asking what he was. It didn't seem like he was God anymore. He was more powerful than God, which made you urked.

Your body felt like it was levitating as you leaned upwards towards him. . Your body felt like it was being wielded by his powers, becoming whatever he pleased. Your eyes stared deeply into his star like ones watching his passion for you grow. The hunger and possession festering over him, ready to just latch onto you. His sharp claws were itching away from your precious skin as he prepared to completely sink them into you and ruin your mortal purity. His hand slipped down to grab a firm hold of your neck. You were so fearful that you could feel your heart racing. You wanted to push him off or scream, at least do something, but you didn't; you stood there being manipulated like a doll.

Even when you were so fearful of the taste of death and the fact that anything could happen to you, you still stood there naive and desperate. All your woes slipped like you were never an abnormal girl who prayed for a friend, but just a plaything in the hand of a divine, supernatural being.

He leaned forward, smashing his cold lips onto yours. He was just as desperate as you. His kiss was filled with a deep brute of hunger as he consumed you with this kiss. This is not what you had prayed for, this was not the guide you had asked but you were not going to refuse. It was not gentle or loving, but instead a rough passion that others would call sinful. Man’s kind of sins were not the same as an immortal way of sinning. The rules humans live by are simply rules they made up and maim others over. This whole interaction had not made sense since he had made himself known, but once again, you did not stop or refuse him.

The air was filled with a waiting for the passion you both were going to explore on each other, you both allowing your emotions to plague you.

In the midst of waiting, he smashed his lips upon yours, allowing the coldness he was filled with to pour out onto you. He tasted like everything you ever dreamed of the possibility of being accepted and normal, sought out towards you with this kiss. It had found you, and you were hooked on the idea. Your breath felt like it was being sucked out of you as the kiss deepened. More hope filled you for a possibility of being considered normal. You had forgotten yourself, and the way you prayed for him, it was like a flash of amnesia, all you could focus on was the dream you always dreamt of and it possessed itself between your lips, allowing you to believe you could be like your friends.

As he pulled away, you flinched suddenly feeling exposed. Your face flushed up with embarrassment. No you were not normal and you did not have the ability to be normal. That thought was simoly a thought, but God, did it feel real. You let out a gasp. How did he evnr do that? How could he make you believe in yourself?

“Undress yourself.”

He deeply commanded. Sex. Sexual activity was strictly for married couples, not for two people..well, he wasn’t human. Was it your right to demand a creature to marry you before impurity you? Your face struck with fear as you stood there like a sculpture. He said nothing back, waiting for you to obey what he had asked of you.

“Must I command you again?”

You knew he was growing with frustration; you could feel it piercing the air, snuffing out the hope of being accepted, but instead the obligation of doing something you did not think you were capable of doing. You ached for his approval, though for someone to look down at you and understand your strange mind. He was perfect, the thing you prayed for, and he had come to you like you asked. Air rushes to your lungs as you allow the vulgar thought of undressing and exposing your bare self raided your mind. How improper people would think of it. But you did not care anymore.

Your hands went to your nightgown, slowly pulling the fabric away from your body like he had commanded. As the dress fell onto the floor and you were left completely exposed, you found the courage to ask him a question.

“Who are you?”

His eyes drifted downwards, analyzing every curve that you were crafted with.

“The Lord of Dreams and Nightmares.”

Thunder crashed upon the sky, making his words seem more intense as he announced his title. The Lord of Dreams and Nightmares. It never occurred to you that they could be such. That everything wasnt crafted by Good God, but instead there were multiple lords that worked for mankind. The wind howled from outside and pressed itself against the outdoor of your house. You could hear every little sound from the environment, almost like it was speaking to you. It was warning you of his power. Dreams plague all of mankind, bringing them hope and comfort while also showing the truth of what their mind really desire. The Lord of all that stood in his glory, holding dark secrets of mankind.

You slowly approached your bed, allowing yourself to lie upon your bed. Your back pressed against your soft sheets as a chill ran up between your breasts. Your deep breaths rising up against your chest causing both of your nipples to harden under the cold breeze.

He moved down towards you like animal catching it’s prey. His eyes making extreme contact until they moved to your rounded breast. He lowered himself until his mouth reached your neck. Your hands reached around towards his back feeling the trenchcoat he wore. The leather material rough against your finger prints.

A loud moan excaped your lips as your mouth parted. The pleasure you felt from his lips alone left you breathless. Every sexual dream everyone every felt rushed at you as his power latched onto your neck. This was eternal and dreamy as his embodiment of power was bestow against you. Your back ached as you longed to press more of yourself onto him. He moved himself lower leaving surreal thoughts of pleasant dreams. Your body experiences an one of a kind feeling that you never ever felt with anyone. He was wonderful and filled with great beauty that only dreamers could appreciate. His face found their way between your breasts and his claws groped the tender body part. Your bosomsfitting perfectly in his grip.

The dreams he warped you in turned darker as he bit down causing a yelp of fear to come from your vocal box your walls haunting your sound by echoing it. Your eyes shot open widening in shock as your hands tried their best to push him away, It was useless to think you were anyway stronger then him He continued to bite down until blood seep out your body and sink into your precious skin painful moans repeating out your mouth. The passion he had for you causing harm to rip into your mortal body. You could not think of what to do. As you try to push him he just grabbed onto you harder drinking from you like you were his lunch. The hunger you saw earlier now revealed itself not to be of lust but of genuine hunger. Your fear heightened his experiences causing groans to leave his suckling lips. It was already too late for you, you had no choice but to lay limp.

Come to me.

Hear my call.

Noseferatu (2024)

The Deathbringer from Code of Blood(Dark Ages) making me shake as I drew this like the shaking of the bone chains

Nosferatu are always so fun to design, especially the French executioner, Brunor

Like Thomas and Ellen could be seen as her connection to normalcy—but they are also intensely romantic and passionate in a way that is its own form of strangeness. They are open to each other and forgiving and attached to an almost unusual degree. Especially for the time period. Anna and Friedrich even comment about simply being a bit flirty in public is considered a bit indecent.