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inorganicone2230 · 3 months

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Like Hoarded Gold (Part 1) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.

Warnings: Not many for this chapter, just the guys being nosy creeps for now.

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Come on, babe.”

Satoru Gojo moaned shamelessly into the kiss he shared with his lifelong friend and romantic partner, Suguru Geto, as he pressed the dark haired man down into the gym mat of the darkened storeroom they had snuck into.

“You're so fucking needy.”

Suguru playfully taunted him, even as he groaned and pawed at the other young man just as desperately, his hands finally finding purchase on Satoru’s hips so he could grind their still clothed and aching erections together.

They’d had a break between lectures and when Satoru had teasingly suggested that the two of them find a quiet spot for a quicky, he had been more than happy to agree, which was how they now found themselves in their current situation; namely, the two of them laid out on an old mat in the storeroom of the college gym, desperately dry-humping one another.

“You're not gonna sound so cocky once I’m balls-deep in your tight fucking ass.” Satoru shot back, nipping his neck hard enough that it was surely going to leave a very noticeable bruise, one he knew Suguru would wear with immense pride and satisfaction.

Suguru’s chuckle was deep and sensual as he reached between them to begin unbuckling his boyfriend's belt and pants, desperate to get his large hands wrapped around Satoru’s fat cock.

“Wanna bet on-”

The door to the storeroom suddenly creaked open and both men instantly froze as dim light from the previously empty gym briefly flooded the space before closing and going dark again.

“Shit!” Satoru whispered harshly into his ear, just loud enough so only he would hear it. “Did a professor or someone else follow us?”

It's not like the two of them had ever tried to hide their relationship from the public, such a thing would have been an impossible endeavor anyway, what with how affectionate and touchy Satoru could be most of the time. But even with their relationship being public knowledge, it still hadn't stopped the occasional creeper or fame-chaser from trying to catch them in compromising situations, usually to try and extort the white haired young man for a cut of his rather impressively large fortune and inheritance.

With the unexpected death of his parents only four years prior, and Satoru being their only child, he had been the sole beneficiary to the Gojo family's vast wealth and assets, and while he still had to graduate college first before he could receive the entirety of his inheritance in full, the monthly stipend he received every month to fund their lifestyle until then was certainly nothing to sneeze at.

But it also had the unfortunate drawback of painting a big red bullseye on his back, and subsequently Suguru’s as well, one that led some people to think that they would be an easy target for some quick cash if a compromising photo could be taken and dangled over their heads.

“Just stay quiet for now.” Suguru replied, then tenderly kissed Satoru's cheek with the kind of affection he knew would leave the Gojo heir blushing. “If they try anything, I'll be the one to handle it.”

And he meant it to, he had already beat the shit out of a few creeps for trying this kind of shit, and would be more than willing to do so again if it came down to it.

Satoru was his, and he would always have his back, just like he knew Satoru would always have his.

The two of them, thankfully, were tucked away in a corner of the storeroom behind some stacked boxes of equipment, so they would see anyone that came around the corner, but when no one came, the two of them slowly rose to their feet to take a peek around, wondering if maybe the individual actually hadn't stuck around and left when the door shut.

But there, leaning against the wall next to the door was a young girl, one who both men briefly recognized as a first year, more specifically, she was a foreign exchange student who they just so happened to share one or two classes with this semester.

You had your phone drawn up to your ear and seemed to be calling the same number repeatedly as your expression grew more and more frantic every time the person(s) on the other end failed to pick up.

“The fuck?” Satoru silently mouthed as they looked at one another, confusion written all over each other's faces, but Suguru was just as lost as his partner and only shook his head at him.

He now suspected that you had no idea you weren't alone in here, which meant that you weren't a threat, so his posture had relaxed once more, but now he was also fairly curious as to what had brought you here, and who you were so desperately trying to get ahold of.

And based on the noticeable gleam in Satoru's bright blue eyes, Suguru knew he was also just as curious.

And then, as if their nosiness had triggered something on the other end of your phone, they suddenly heard your voice speak, your tone sounding both relieved and panicked as words, in what they were able to tell was English, began tumbling out of your mouth in fast succession.

The only problem however, was that neither of them knew enough of the language to be able to piece full sentences together.

“Oh come on!” Satoru quietly groaned in exasperation.

He knew enough to be able to pick out a few words here and there; words like ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘wait’, which you seemed to be repeating quite often as your voice grew more and more panicked, but eventually, whoever was on the other end must have abruptly ended the call, because you stopped talking as the phone slowly slid from your slackened grip and fell to the floor with a loud enough crash that he knew without even seeing it that the damn things screen was likely shattered to bits from the impact with the concrete flooring.

You looked so sad and heartbroken in that moment, and before either man knew what was happening, you dropped to your knees with a sickening thud that left both of them wincing. Your knees were most definitely going to be in a world of hurt once you finally managed to pull yourself out of whatever dark hole that conversation had thrown you into.

And then came the wailing…

The sounds that came pouring out of you were absolutely gut wrenching, and despite not knowing anything about you, not even your name, it took everything Satoru and Suguru had to stop themselves from going to you and demanding what it was that had caused this.

You had your arms wrapped so tightly around yourself, like you would fall to pieces if you weren't holding yourself together in that lonely embrace, and you were sobbing so hard that they both feared you might actually make yourself sick if you didn't get your breathing under control.

“What do you think we should do?” Suguru whispered.

Satoru didn't once take his eyes off you as he shook his head in uncertainty.

“I honestly don't know.” He answered. “We would probably just make things worse if we suddenly pop out and she learns we've been here this whole time.”

Suguru had to agree, and as much as it killed him to stand back and let your trauma unfold like this, he knew that Satoru was right.

Neither of them completely understood why they had this unexplainable urge to go to you, someone who was a complete and total stranger, but it was a matter they were going to have to ponder together and discuss at great length before making any solid decisions on.

But for now, they simply had to let the situation run its natural course and hope for the best, even if waiting and patience was never either of their strong suits.

And so they did.

They waited for almost thirty minutes, watching and listening to the sound of your very soul shattering as you cried yourself into exhaustion before you eventually managed to pick yourself back up off the floor and slowly and silently exit the storage space. Neither of them failed to notice the dead expression on your face or how utterly lifeless your eyes appeared to be, and both men knew it had little to do with the poor lighting from the few small windows sprinkled along the walls near the ceiling.

And only once they were certain they were alone again did both Satoru and Suguru finally release the breath neither of them realized they were simultaneously holding.

“Fucking hell…” Satoru groaned and slumped down to the floor to sit on his haunches. “What was that all about?” He asked, looking up at Suguru through feather soft lashes.

Suguru leaned back against the wall across from him and let out his own sigh of frustration.

He didn't understand what this feeling was or where it was coming from, but it was taking all his restraint not to go chasing after you, to make certain you didn't do anything foolish.

Perhaps it had something to do with seeing you in such a vulnerable state when you thought you were completely alone…

He had seen plenty of his friends in bad moods or had been a shoulder for them to cry on when they were stressed and upset, but he had never seen anyone in real life break apart so uncontrollably the way you had just now; not even Satoru after the death of his parents, if one could even call those two absent shit-stains by the title of parent.

“I don't know.” He whispered. “Maybe she has a significant other back home and they got into a fight or something?”

He saw the darkened look that flashed across Satoru's face and knew immediately that the thought of that prospect didn't settle with him any better than it did with Suguru himself.

“Or someone she knows could have gotten hurt, or even died.” Satoru casually stated, and wondered what it must have said about him that he hoped it was that and not Suguru's option.

This was not what either of them had expected to deal with today, not that anyone could have predicted it, but now that they had witnessed what you obviously must have thought was a moment of extreme vulnerability, their interest was thoroughly piqued and he knew that neither he nor Suguru would be able to walk away and just forget about it so easily.

At the very least, he wanted to know the details of the situation, even if they couldn't do anything about it to help you in the end, because if he didn't, then those mournful cries of yours would follow him for a long time, possibly forever, and he wasn't entirely sure he could stay sane if the burning question of it wasn't answered.

“Come on, let's go home for the rest of the day and figure out what we want to do.” Suguru said, and held his hand out to help his boyfriend rise to his feet. “There's no point in attending any more of our classes today if neither of us will be able to properly concentrate.”

It wasn't until they were almost to the door that something caught Satoru's attention and he had to pause for a moment to thank the heavens for his good fortune, because there was your shattered phone, still laying on the ground where it had originally dropped.

“It must be our lucky day, babe.” He said with a grin, bending down to pick up the device.

“I'm not too surprised, the poor thing was practically catatonic when she left, and a broken phone was probably the last thing on her mind.” Suguru wrapped his arms around Satoru's middle and rested his chin in the crook of his neck to look over his shoulder and watch him gingerly tap at the screen. “Maybe we could use returning it as an excuse to talk to her?” He suggested, but dismissed the idea just as quickly when he realized that would mean needing to explain how they found it and how they knew it was yours.

Satoru nodded his head absentmindedly, already knowing that he and Suguru had likely reached the same conclusion on that option, but he had one that might prove to be a bit more useful to them in the long run, especially as the lock screen lit up and showed both men that it was only the protective cover over the screen that was shattered. The sturdy case and screen protector had spared it from any true damage, and as he stared at the picture you had set of you and what appeared to be your parents at your high school graduation ceremony, he couldn't help but feel that fate was too good a word to describe this opportunity, and it had to mean something so much more.

“Let's stop by a cell-phone store on the way home.” He suggested, before pocketing the device and turning to give his boyfriend a conspiratorial wink and smile. “I have an idea of my own that I think you'll like a whole lot more.”

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Later on that night, Satoru and Suguru found themselves snuggled up together on the couch that faced the large wall of windows in their penthouse apartment that overlooked the Tokyo city skyline.

When the two of them had first graduated high school together nearly four years earlier and started apartment hunting together, they had immediately been sold on this particular property, located in Minato, based solely on the views it provided of the city at night, and naturally, with Satoru being who he was, they ended up with the absolute best the building had to offer, right at the very top on the 45th floor.

It had already come fully furnished at the time they had first moved in, but over the course of their almost four year residency, they had slowly replaced everything with pieces that were more suited to their own tastes and preferences.

That was one thing that he loved so much about Satoru, despite the apartment being in his name and the money from his monthly stipends paying for everything they had, his boyfriend never made him feel less than for not being able to contribute more than his ability to cook and help clean. Satoru always told him that the money was just as much his, and had even gone so far as to get Suguru's name put on the account and debit/credit cards of his very own so he never had to ask for money.

Satoru, for all his childish tendencies and spoiled entitlement, saw the two of them as equal partners in their relationship, and did everything he possibly could to show him that at every opportunity.

But the greatest gift of all, besides just being in his life, had been in the form of his college expenses.

Satoru had always been destined to attend his parents alma mater, the University of Tokyo, but for Suguru, with his poorer background and lack of financial resources, despite his excellent grades and a long list of extracurriculars that had earned him a full scholarship to the elite high school they had both attended, the prestigious university had always felt more like a far off and unattainable dream as he'd sent in his application for it, and half a dozen other more affordable and realistic schools.

Schools that were far enough away that it would have seen him and Satoru separated and likely to break up.

So when, mere days after his parents' funeral, Satoru had expressed a keen desire to pay for his tuition entirely from his own pocket, just to help him achieve his dreams and keep them from being separated, Suguru had known then and there that the white haired young man was the one for him.

It wasn't about the money though, Suguru had never given a single thought to asking his, admittedly very wealthy boyfriend, for financial assistance. It was Satoru's genuine desire to help him and not lose each other that had cemented it in his mind that they were it for one another; that, come hell or high water, he would fight tooth and nail to keep what they had, and Satoru had been more that eager to share the sentiment.

And now, here they were, making what might be one of the biggest decisions of their life together as they scrolled through your now deactivated phone, and seething with rage at what they were learning.

“You're reading the same thing as me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this?” Satoru asked through clenched teeth.

Suguru's mood wasn't much better as he took the phone from his boyfriend's tightening grip to read the translated email more closely.

“No, you're not.”

After leaving campus for the day, the first thing they had done was drive to a small electronics store on the outskirts of the city to have your phone deactivated. And thankfully, with the help of a very hefty bribe, the creep working the shady storefront had been more than happy to ignore the questionable ethics of forcefully disconnecting and resetting the password on a phone that clearly didn't belong to either of the men asking for it to be done, and in less than thirty minutes, the two had been on their merry way back home.

It had been Suguru's idea to run everything on your phone through a translator app so they could try and figure out what was going on with you, and while they both felt a mild sense of guilt over snooping so deeply into your private life, they told themselves it was for your own good, that they were only trying to help.

The translations were by no means perfect, but both men were smart enough to read between the lines and mentally fix whatever errors there were in the process, and while your text messages had been a bust, with most of them being fairly quick and concise, your emails proved to be much more fruitful.

And rage inducing…

Satoru had been right in assuming that whatever had brought on your traumatic breakdown had to do with your family, but if what they were reading had any kind of truth to it, which neither of them were truly doubting, then it was so much worse than just someone you knew and loved dying on you.

The email in question was from your mother and read as followed;

(Y/N), I know this will come as a tremendous shock to you whenever you read this, and I need you to understand that me and your father are not making this decision to be cruel to you, but you are no longer a child, you are a grown woman on her own at college, in another country no less, and I feel like I should be allowed to be honest with you about the changes both our lives are about to take.

I think you are well aware by now that having you was not a choice neither I nor your father made willingly, you were a genuine accident, and while we care about you and want you to succeed more than anything, you are grown now and fully capable of no longer needing us. Me and your father put our dreams and desires on hold and raised you for nineteen years, and now it is time for us to be allowed to live our lives how we see fit. We have already sold the house and all but its most important items, all of your belongings have been packed up and moved to a storage unit that I have provided the number for down below. It has been paid off for the next six months while you decide how and what to do with it, but this is the final assistance we will give you, as we need all the money we can spare to begin our new lives elsewhere.

I know this is going to be very hard for you to understand, but your father and I were free spirits before we had you, travel and adventure was our life, and while we did our due diligence upon having you, I won't lie and say that you were our greatest joy. Having to be tied down to one place for so long in order to give you the stability you required, it killed us a little inside with each year that passed, and now that we are finally free, we feel it is best we no longer keep in contact with you going forward. It will only serve to remind us of a time we no longer want to think about, and it will only give you false hope in the end that things could go back to your perceived version of normal, and that is not fair to any of us.

We will be replacing our phones and numbers at the end of the week, so feel free to call us anytime between now and then if you have anything to say or add.

And please, take care of yourself and live your life to the fullest.

That was where the email ended.

It had been sent less than 24 hours ago, and a quick check of your call log showed them that your parents were indeed the last people you had tried calling, your mother having been the one to finally pick up and respond to your, now understandably, very frantic calls earlier in the storage room.

“What kind of sorry excuse for a mother would do this to their own child?” Satoru asked, his voice as cold and icy as his eyes and hair. “My parents were shit at being parents, and even they would have never done something as cruel and heartless as this.”

Suguru nodded in complete agreement as he reread the words on the screen again for a third time, and had to fight down every urge he had to punch this awful woman's number into his own phone and give her a piece of his mind.

“The only kind of people who could do this with as little remorse as she seems to have, are the kind that should have never been allowed to conceive in the first place.” The dark haired man responded, and draped an arm over his loves shoulders for comfort.

The two sat in silence for a long while after that, slowly processing everything they had learned, and in that time, Satoru had opened up your photo gallery for them to look through, idly scrolling through picture after picture, wanting to understand you further and gain insight into who you were. They started from the oldest ones at the very top, which seemed to date back three years, and while you seemed more interested in taking pictures of other people and the things and places around you, when a photo of yourself did eventually pop up every now and then, it always blindsided then how joyful and happy you seemed, especially in contrast with how they had seen you earlier, so sad and broken.

“So, what do we do now, Suguru?”

Suguru sighed, having known they would eventually have to discuss this.

“I know we were mostly just curious to find out what was the cause of her breakdown earlier, but now that we know the whole story, I don't think I can just leave this situation alone.” He said, and felt Satoru relax beside him, that was enough to tell him that his partner felt the same as him.

“Normally, I'd say that destiny and fate can suck my fat cock, but I don't feel like it was just mere coincidence that led to us being in that storage room with her today, it was definitely something more.” Satoru said, his confidence returning in full force as he stared down at a picture of your bright and smiling face, wishing more than anything that they could see it in person. “So who better to help a poor damsel in distress than the two best equipped guys in the city; we have the money, the means, and the time to show her were on her side.”

“I couldn't have said it better myself.” Suguru chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Now the only question is how do we proceed and make it happen?”

Satoru flashed him that signature too confident grin as he leaned back into his arms and pulled out his own phone.

“Don't worry, I got us covered on that front.” He said, scrolling through his minimal contacts to find the one he needed. “She might not figure it out right away, but our girl isn't going to know what to do with herself once she realizes she's got two knights in shining armor looking out for her.”

I've recently gotten really into JJK and since I'm not really feeling the motivation to write for any of my other fics at the moment, here is the newest idea that is rotting my brain from the inside out.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!

#18+ONLY #MINORS DNI #Like Hoarded Gold #yandere!suguru/satoru #fem!reader #yandere!suguru/satoru x fem!reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #original female character #no curses au #college setting #light stalking #light smut #typical yandere behavior #yandere jjk

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theyscreamjade · 8 months

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Hello Jade! I was wondering if you could do some head cannons with the main trio as villains who meet the pro hero reader after crashing a hero gala or important event and take one look at the reader and think “They’re mine, no matter what”. Thank You!

I’ve Got My Eyes On You~

「 Yeah, I’m alive ya’ll. Baby, it’s been hard as hell to write lately, I apologize for the in and outness. However, I’m taking a break from school so I’m sure I’ll update more! ෆ」

⊰ 18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)ও

↬ word count: 1.1kෆ

↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Kidnapping, Stalking.

⧽ You were always on his radar since you were announced to the world for saving someone.

⧽ Mister Deku couldn’t get you out of his head, he was hooked.

⧽ From your style, personality, and much more. He could make a list of reasons why he liked you and desired to have you.

⧽ Unlike how most imagine, he and Shiggy are practically alike…and tend to whine to get what they desire.

⧽ (They whine to Kurogiri, mostly)

⧽ So, this is the night you’ve been waiting for! You’ve ranked up and found your way towards the rankings.

⧽ You’re one of the top twenty fan-favorite heroes, which boosted your ranking and confidence by a thousand.

⧽ You nearly lost your mind when you were given the news and tonight’s the night.

⧽ You sat at your table with a few of your friends, dressed to the best and ready to hear your name and rank you were to be at.

⧽ You deserved this.

⧽ You desired this.

⧽ “Y/N!” Present Mic announced to a crowd with a missing you.

⧽ Everyone paused and looked around in confusion, unsure as to how and what the fuck happened and how you even were fuckin lost.

⧽ You were right there!

⧽ Yeah, so, Izuku disgusted himself as a waiter. He taped your shoulder and lied to get you towards the back since..you know, your name was going to be called.

⧽ You followed Izuku’s instructions, following the server just to be knocked out with a mist.

⧽ You fell right into his arms, and he smiled happily.

⧽ “Look at them…they look so adorable like this..” he complimented before handing Shigaraki his empty tray.

⧽ “Collect as much food as you think we’d need...I’ve got what I want.” He ordered while walking out the back door.

⧽ “They’re all mine now. All mine.”

⧽ There’s something about Villian Bakugou that concerns me.

⧽ He doesn’t fall in love normally, he falls for someone who can keep up, or think ahead of him.

⧽ That’s how he fell for you, every other villain couldn’t keep up or couldn’t think like him.

⧽ You?

⧽ You knew his every move and were able to do something that no one could ever do.

⧽ You captured him for the first time and stole his heart in the process.

⧽ After that, he was obsessed with you. He watched every new piece about you.

⧽ Any magazine that had your face, he had it. He wanted to know every last and single detail about you.

⧽ His stalker vibes were coming out full swing and some of the inmates were kind of concerned and confused as to why.

⧽ So, when he received the news that you were now one of the top ten heroes and were to receive an award at the Heroes Gala.

⧽ He knew he had to be there to give you a celebratory congratulations.

⧽ While you were getting all glammed and prepared, he was broken out of prison and heading straight towards the city.

⧽ All the heroes would either be too damn busy to worry about a villain breaking out of the highly protected prison system ever so…he didn’t waste time.

⧽ You sat with family and friends, your significant other was there too.

⧽ The second you heard your name, you stood on your feet while everyone clapped around you.

⧽ You felt your accomplishments and hard work within the reach of your fingertips, each step towards the stage you took.

⧽ Until a loud explosion blasted through the ceiling, Bakugou’s signature sonic Boom which creates a terrible after-effect.

⧽ Your ears ring and affect your balance, so in seconds. You were in Bakugou’s arms while holding your head in agony.

⧽ He flew with you in his arm, the other held the end of the ladder. The sound of the chopper didn’t help the pain in your ears.

⧽ You tried to focus and use your quirk, but you can’t when your ears are ringing this badly.

⧽ “Don’t even fight it, baby bear. I’ve been waiting for you~” he whispered, looking at you as though you were in agony.

⧽ “You’re all mine, mine.” He growled in a possessive tone, landing with you at his new secret lair.

⧽ Shoto didn’t have a great mentor (Dabi.)

⧽ Basically, his brother told him if there’s something you want, “Go and Get it.”

⧽ Touya fucked up when he told him that shit, why?

⧽ Because the person he wants is you, the fuckin number one hero of the ENTIRE agency! You overtook their father and kept the city safe in your own way.

⧽ The only reason why Shoto even likes you is because how you overtook their father, talked shit about them then kept yourself up there.

⧽ The man was mesmerized by someone who wanted the top and got their way to it.

⧽ Which brings us here, you walking into the Heroes Gala. You dawn your best, sparkling your way into the luxurious building. Cameras flashed, and reporters asked thousands and thousands of questions.

⧽ They wanted to know, they desired to know about you..though Shoto knew everything about you.

⧽ He’s a stalker with some knowledge for and about you, he’s basically Nardwuar for your ass. He knows where you were even conceived.

⧽ You’re one of a kind and he couldn’t just kidnap you normally.

⧽ He had to take you in the best and safest way possible….and he kind of discovered your fears too.

⧽ You sat with your friends and family, hearing the paparazzi outside. You were laughing happily at a joke at one of your friends told you.

⧽ Then the room became silent, randomly and completely unexpectedly. You opened your eyes, seeing everyone knocked out around you.

⧽ Heads in either food or water while the rest were on a table or the floor. You stood up and immediately got into position for a battle.

⧽ You needed to investigate and find out, you needed to know.

⧽ You walked towards the back, checking and investing everyone around you..trying to understand what was even happening.

⧽ How did everyone else get knocked out..but you’re fine?

⧽ You stepped onto a drop door, instantly disappearing into the floor.

⧽ A loud splash echoed through the empty room, your body was submerged in your worst fear. Water.

⧽ You kicked, flayed, and tried to swim to the top before cold over took your body. Suddenly, you were frozen solid.

⧽ The light flickered on and your eyes met his mix-matched ones.

⧽ “You look absolutely breathtaking….too bad no one else will ever see you again. I’m never going to let you go. You’re mine.” He told you, snapping his fingers as your body was rolled into a large frozen meat truck.

⧽ “Mine only.” These were the last words you heard before the doors of the truck were closed and you were taken away from the building.

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wet-mummy · 3 months

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dotieeee · 1 year

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The Dream That Got Away

Masterlist

Premise:

Morpheus creates you, a Dream that inspires passion in humanity for their daily tasks and helps them discover what they want in life. He names you Mera, derived from the Greek word ‘meraki,’ meaning ‘to do something with passion, with absolute devotion, with undivided attention.’ Perhaps it’s you, his own creation, who inspires him, for he realizes his true want for companionship, and it’s you he decides to fulfill that need. So, what if, after his capture for more than a century, he finds you in love with a mortal and hears of your plans to run away from the Dreaming, from him, forever?

Status: COMPLETE, will revisit for edits

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

Multi-chapter fic

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43126099

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Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

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Chapter 1: The Firsts of Many

Chapter 2: Some Words Are Better Left Unsaid

Chapter 3: True Intentions

Chapter 4: Scarlet Sage

Chapter 5: Your King

Chapter 6: The Sleep Doctor

Chapter 7: Nightmarish Visits

Chapter 8: The Dream Plan

Chapter 9: Courtships with Deadlines

Chapter 10: This Dream is Over

Chapter 11: Your Nightmare, Tenfold

Chapter 12: The Princess in the Tall Tower

Chapter 13: Under the Starry Night Sky

Chapter 14: A Festivity and A Fight

Chapter 15: Your King’s Wish

Chapter 16: Vanilla Ice Cream and Cheese

Chapter 17: Lost and Found, and Lost Again

Chapter 18: A Confession...of Love?

Chapter 19: The Dream That Started It All

Chapter 20: The Abyss Gazes Back

Chatpter 21/Epilogue: A Sibling’s Offer

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lightraeplays · 19 days

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Goth mommies love the beach too

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Hello~

If you are comfortable with this

I would like bull ingo to confess to his favorite farmer that he would like to spend the mating season with them.

And the farmer domming him and telling ingo that they've knew about his little crush on them when they noticed that their panties have been going missing from the dirty cloths

Secret pervert ingo is my jam!

I love my friends, gotta be my favorite brain cell.

🔞18+Only!🔞

CW: hybrid au! AFAB reader! Panty stealing, panty sniffing, rut cycles, lemme know if i missed anything

In all his life, Ingo never once felt the urge to mate or to take a mate.

It’s one of the reasons he was thankful you took him in on your farm sanctuary. Here he didn’t need to do anything, yet he still tries to help you around your farm.

You always tell him he doesn’t have to, but he wants to! He wants to help, he wants to prove himself.

Ingo doesn’t know when he started trying to prove himself to you, he wants to show and prove he’s a good mate!

He isn’t sure when he started trying to court you.

But the longer he’s on your farm, the more he wants you. To be your life mate would be a dream come true!

You’ve obviously picked up something, he shows no interest in any of the others on your farm, not even when some cow hybrids go into heat! Not even in his own rut does he show an interest in anyone.

Anyone except you.

He adores you.

He loves you!

How he wishes you’d look at him how he looks at you.

The silver bull hybrid is your second shadow by this point, the second you leave your home he’s right there, following you and helping you.

He’s always such a sweetheart, you are none the wiser to his late night activities.

Ingo is aware you leave your laundry room window unlocked. It’s his favorite place to be, if he’s honest.

He always digs through your dirty clothes, hoping to find what he’s looking for. And when he does he can help but swig his thin tail.

Your dirty panties.

He always makes sure to grab two. He’s desperate for your scent, desperate for anything from you! He loves and desire for you cloud his mind.

He’s quick to steal them. Taking the dirty pairs of clothes to a secluded spot on your farm.

Holding one pair of underwear up to his face, taking in deep inhales of your scent. His eyes fluttering shut at the smell.

Using the other pair to rub against his leaking cock.

Like this he can imagine it’s you, your scent invading his sense, making his mind fuzzy. Grinding your panty cover cunt against his throbbing length.

He dreams of you.

Wanting you as his mate, and on him like in his imagination!

With the panties up to his nose muffling his sounds, he cums.

Ingo bites down on the fabric, groaning as his cum soils the underwear on his length.

He whimpers. He wants you, he needs you.

But for right now he needs to take your underwear back before you notice they are missing.

The hucow is always ashamed of himself.

But he can’t stop.

Your scent is intoxicating! The faint taste of you of the dirty panties makes him drool. It’s a teasing taste of you.

And he wants more.

No matter how many times he does this, it’s never enough.

Just before the sun rises, he sneaks back towards your home, lifting your window and placing your underwear back into your hamper.

He’s been doing this for so long now, he’s positive you aren’t aware of what he’s been doing.

A part of him is glad, but another part wants you to find out.

To find out how much he’s addicted to you.

To find out how filthy he is.

But he can only dream.

But Ingo is one determined bull! He steels his nerves, tomorrow he will ask you, finally ask you to help him through his rut and be his mate.

By the time morning came, he was the first one up.

Which isn’t unusual.

The silver bull hybrid perks you at the sound of your door opening. Quickly, he makes it way towards the fence, seeing you just close the door and yawn.

“Good morning, farmer!”

You jump a little at his loud voice, but turn to him with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Ingo. You seem energetic today.”

He can feel himself tremble. Trying to hide his nervousness with energy, yet it seems you’ve seen through him.

What a perfect mate you are.

“Actually, if I may, I have a question for you.”

“Ah, can it wait until I’m done with the main chores? I have to make sure the sprinklers are going for the crops and feed everyone.”

Ingo flinches at this, but stands firm.

“Yes of course! Do you require assistance?”

“No I should be fine, thank you though! I’ll meet ya in the smaller barn, if that’s alright?”

You make your way down the fence, looking back at him to make sure he agreed before you left.

“That works perfectly.”

You giggle at the hucows tail swaying happily, almost like a dog hybrid.

“See you then!”

His tail and posture droop once you’re out of sight.

He longs for you.

The walk towards the smaller barn was a painful one.

He’s happy it’s more private, so if you reject him he won’t be humiliated.

Or maybe this is what you want?

Do you have a clue what he wants to ask? And you picked this for the purpose of coupling with him?

The hybrid doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he finds himself giddy at the thought.

The idea of finally being your mate, taking you as his mate, loving you, holding you, fucking you.

Would you let him have a taste? He hopes so, your panties could only give him the faintest hint, teasing him with your taste and scent.

He sits in on a hay bale and looks around.

Trying to take his mind off his fears. What if you don’t like him? What if you’re disgusted that he even thought he had a chance?

He shakes his head, trying to free himself of his negative thoughts.

You’re a sweet person, even if you don’t want to be his mate, you’d never be harsh or rude with him.

Ingo leaps to hooves the second the barn door opens and closes.

“Oh good you’re here! Sorry about that taking so long.”

He feels weak.

Your bright smile makes him feel faint.

“So, what is it you wanted to ask me?”

Ingo is brought out of his thoughts as you get closer to him. His droopy cow ears twitch, his tail now in his hands, holding it close to him for comfort.

“Oh, right.” He can hardly keep his pale eyes on you.

His grip tightens on his tail before taking a deep breath.

“I…would you…”

His eyes finally meet yours.

Your warmth makes him finally give.

His voice echoing in the barn.

“I’m sorry if this is so forward. Please be my mate! I have loved you for so long, and with my rut around the corner I couldn’t wait anymore!”

You’re shocked by his outburst.

Ingo squeezes his eyes shut, he doesn’t want to see what face you’re making.

He jolts, feeling your hand cup his face. Slowly, he opens his eyes to look at you. His heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest, at the sight of you so close to him.

“Are you sure you want me?”

“Yes!”

You chuckle at his quick yell.

“More than anything! To be your life mate mean everything to me!”

You stare at him with such tenderness, such love, he nearly melts then and there.

“I would love nothing more than to be your life mate and partner.”

You laugh as you’re pulled into a tight embrace, his face pressed right into the crook of your neck, his arms tightly around you as he mumbles countless ‘thank you!’s

You move his head away from your neck.

You almost want to coo at his confused expression. You lean in slowly, listening to his breathing stutter before pressing your lips against his.

Ingo’s body sags against you, not a moment hesitation in kissing you back. Your lips move in sync with the impassioned kiss.

He’s completely unaware of you slowly moving him, making him walk back, until his legs hit the hay bale.

The kiss breaks apart as he falls backwards, toppling over the bale and landing in the hay covered ground.

He wasn’t given much time to voice concerns, as you straddle his hips.

Cooing at his blushing and shocked expression.

“You said you want help with your rut, right?”

The hucow’s ears perk up, his eyes widening.

You truly want to help him, to mate with him!

“Trembling already? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your sultry voice only makes his shaking worse.

Ingo grips the hay beneath him, unsure of where to place his hands, but his eyes unable to move from you.

He whimpers as you roll your hips, grinding against his hardening cock.

He tenses when you lean down, putting more weight into your humping. Your lips press against his neck, lavishing his skin in soft kisses before you gently bite.

He gasps, hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer.

“F-farmer I..” he trails off, tilting his head back with a whine.

He lays flat on the ground. Almost wanting to cover his face at the sound of your chuckle.

“You’re being far too cute.”

Ingo whimpers when you rise off of him, his length throbbing and leaking, desperate for your touch again.

You stand up, kicking your shoes and pants off. Your hands stopping just at the hem of your underwear and slowly sliding them down.

Ingo can feel himself drooling at the sight of your wet panties sticking to you, before coming off.

You kept you underwear in your hand. Straddling his hips once more, you press your bare cunt against his heavy cock. Ingo pants shakily, only to gasp when you shove your soaked underwear in his mouth.

“Since you like dirtying them up so much, why make as much of a mess as possible?”

His eyes are wide, staring at you in shock, only closing when you grind the tip of his length against you.

You knew!? How long have you known?

He doesn’t get to ask nor an answer.

Not when you slide down his body, leaving a trail of kisses on the way down. His body jolts with every kiss, he’s dreamed of this moment for so long.

You press a kiss to the head of dick, humming softly when it twitches.

You lock eyes with the nervous hybrid.

Obvious on what he wants to say.

“I know, I want to. I want to taste your cum, what you left on my underwear was never enough.”

Ingo gasps as you lick up the precum leaking from him. You leave little kitten along his cock, stroking the engorged flesh.

Off the corner of your eye you can see his legs moving, hooves bracing against the floor.

Ingo cries out as you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly taking more and more of him in your mouth before hollowing your cheeks out, and giving a harsh suck.

His muffled cries are intoxicating.

He can hardly get his thoughts in order, his mind foggy with the sudden pleasure of you sucking him off.

Tears prick the corners of his eyes, his body alight with pleasure.

You take him as deep as you can, your drool coating his length. Your hand stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. You look up to see him.

The hay around his thrown nearly everywhere from his thrashing, his head tosses from side to side as he cries out, his lips quivering, covered in his own spit.

His silver eyes are glossy with unshed tears, body shaking from restraint. He doesn’t know how much more he can take!

Your tongue dragging against the underside of his length. Ingo arches his back, mouth hanging opening in a silent scream.

Your muffled squeak is cut up from his thrusting his hips, shoving his cock further into your mouth.

His cum shooting down your throat.

There’s so much! You swallow what you could, and licked up what leaked out. You sit up, reaching up to take your panties out of his mouth.

“Gonna behave and let me fuck you?”

“Yes! Please please anything!” Ingo makes a move to sit up, but you push him back down.

Your dripping wet heat just over his still hard cock.

“Let me take good care of you, my sweet mate.”

His silver eyes flutter. His hips buck up, grinding against your wet slit.

“More…please.”

“Oh? You like it when I call you my mate? My slutty mate? My adorably filthy mate? All mine, right?”

You coo at his fidgeting body. His dick slides out from between your legs, showing his drooling tip.

Showing you just how much your words effect him.

You grab his length with one hand, balancing yourself with the other, moving the tip to your entrance, letting it catch your hole.

“Please! Fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme-AH!”

Placing both your hands on his chest for stability. You slowly sink down, trying to keep your cool.

But fuck, he’s so thick! Filling your cunt perfectly.

His horns scrap against the floor as he tosses his head back.

His hands frantically move to hold your hips.

His breath is caught in his throat, only groaning out when you finally sink all the way down.

You bite your lip, trying to keep yourself together.

Your legs are already shaking.

You feel stretched to your limit!

You look at Ingo, and he looks as wrecked as you feel.

How silver hair is disheveled. He looks all blissed out, and you haven’t even moved yet.

You feel his hips twitch, yet he doesn’t make a move.

Seeing such a large hybrid crumble, all because of you, is an addicting sight.

You raise your hips, leaving just the tip in, before slamming back down.

Your cry shadowed by Ingo yell.

You don’t let him. Fucking yourself on his cock, moaning at how he pushes so deep inside you!

“So deep! Haaa…so good for me!”

“F’you! Only you!” He can hardly speak.

Tears stain his flushed cheeks.

He looks so cute with his eyes rolling back.

His grip on your hips tighten, near bruising, but he doesn’t move you.

Letting you bounce on his throbbing cock with reckless abandon.

“M-mark me! Please mark me! M’yours! Mate please!”

How can you deny his pitiful begging? Your nails dig into his chest as you lean forward, placing soft kisses along his chest and neck.

Opposite of your harsh slamming.

Before sinking you teeth into his left pec.

His skin muffling your squeal. His hips fuck up into you, Ingo’s keen cry rings out.

He can’t stop himself, you feel too good!

“Sorry! I-I can’t-! Mm! Use me! Milk me! Please, mate!”

You shriek, drool dripping down your chin as his thrusts up to meet your hips.

“M-milk my cock! Please! Need it!”

“Fuck! My sweet mate, good whore for me!”

It’s all so overwhelming! His back arches as he squeals. His thrusts his hips up frantically, pistoning his cock into you.

“Cumming-!”

“C’mon, Ingo! Fill me up, pump me full!”

His silver eyes cross, wailing as your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock.

Your body tenses, cumming with a loud cry.

his hot cum pumping into you, load after load.

You whine feeling him flood your insides.

You slow your hips to a roll, working you both through your orgasms.

Only stopping when the shockwaves became too much.

Ingo lays on the ground completely limp, his chest heaving with each ragged breath he takes.

You lay on his chest, trying to catch your breath. Leaving tender kisses along his skin.

Ingo moves his hands from your hips to wrap around you, holding you close to him.

“You did so well.” You whisper, giving his beck another kiss.

Ingo sighs, melting into your affection.

You go to move off of him but realize one thing.

He’s still hard.

You look at him in confusion.

Only to see his flustered face staring back.

He whines, rolling you two over, leaving you pinned to the ground.

“I’m sorry! My rut i-it’s, I…please, one more? Just one more time?”

How can you say no?

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#pokemon hybrid au #bull ingo #bull farm au #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon ingo x reader smut #pokemon fanfic #mdni #i say 18+ for a reason #18+only #THIS TOOK ME A WEEK #FINALLY #FUCK #besties tag

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miagoreprincess · 1 month

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Say "hi" if you'd do me rough daddy 😳

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hernerddestiny · 19 days

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Drop the first word on your mind! Don't cheat

#so hot #sexy pose #hot as fuck #18+only #sexy breast #sexy adult

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theyscreamjade · 10 months

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Hi Jade! I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a while now - could you do some head cannons about the main trio being incubus’s (a creature who basically resembles a male and feeds off having sex while the victim is asleep) and meeting the reader and feeding off them but slowly falling in love with the reader? Thanks!

Sweet Dreams and Deep Fantasies

「Sorry about the wait, Ya buddy here just got through finals and shit, I’m beyond exhausted. I’m also in the process of moving too, so whew. I’ve got a lot going on…BUT I’M GONNA DO THIS!! I hope ya love it, anon!~ෆ」 ⊰ 18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)ও

↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Somnophilia, Sexual Themes & Acts, Sex Demons.

↬ word count ᱺ 2.1k ෆ

⧽ Let’s start with the nicest of the bunch, unlike the others on this list. Izuku doesn’t really strike you unless you really need it.

⧽ Between work/school, you were running on desperate times there.

⧽ Your toys weren’t cutting it, and you were too scared to try Tinder or sex websites because you don’t want to end up as a missing person or a dead body in a ditch.

⧽ But the stress of life was getting to you. Rent due, Car due, Gas and Water due and you’re doing long ass hours only to have your shit gone before you could even try to enjoy.

⧽ You’ve done the relationships, all ending badly and you didn’t want to ignite the flames of the ex back into your life.

⧽ So, after an upsetting masturbating session, your little helper was placed back in the third drawer of your side table.

⧽ With an upsetting sigh, you closed your eyes and started to drift off to dreamland.

⧽ You appeared to be in a…rather revealing position when you did. Your legs were over your head, tied together.

⧽ Your eyes were confused, unsure of how in the hell you ended up like this! You wanted to have a simple dream! Hell, that candy one was satisfying for the night!

⧽ That’s when you felt a warm sensation on you.

⧽ Your body shuttered at the feeling and you tried to move your legs to see who the hell was licking the palace without consent!

⧽ The tongue slithered up and down on your slit, slipping inside you. Your toes curled, pleasure rushing through your body with the intensifying sensation driving you wild.

⧽ Your mouth opened wide, your hips grinding against the sensation.

⧽ “Desperation, Lust, Desire…” A voice said, sitting up and lowering his legs.

⧽ His large, green tail curled while your body laid limb, the urge for more was radiating off your body.

⧽ Your eyes wandered to the being above you, his large freckled body laced with a few scars, his bold green skin.

⧽ His large hands gripped your thighs, pushing them back further so he could have more access. You started to move a bit because LIKE ANY SANE PERSON, WHO OR WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS DANMN THIS IS, AND WHY IS IT EATING YOU OUT LIKE A DAMN PRO?!

⧽ “Calm your nerves…and relax, you’re making this hard.” The voice ordered, sending chills down your spine. That’s when their tongue slipped in deeper and your back arched.

⧽ Was it bad that you sat there and just took it? Maybe.

⧽ Was it good when you came like a fuckin hose that had thousands of kinks in it?

⧽ Hell MOTHERFUCKIN Yeah!

⧽ You awoke that morning with a confused look, unsure of how you made such..a mess in your poor bed.

⧽ That was only the beginning.

⧽ The next night, it happened again. The green beast appeared and you finally saw his face.

⧽ Large dark green eyes and freckles on his cheeks, it’s all you could focus on.

⧽ Even when he was inside you, sucking the sexual energy out of you.

⧽ Each deep thrust he gave you simply overwhelmed your needy, simply desperate body.

⧽ He was something you desired, you craved. You needed.

⧽ After a week of this, you simply ask for his name while you two were fucking from the side. You turned your head to look at him while he held your leg high in the air.

⧽ “I-I-Izuku..” he whispers in your ear, before biting it and thrusting faster.

⧽ And that’s where it began.

⧽ Izuku began your little helper after long days and terrible dates. He’d make your little dreams better. He fucks your little brains out and leaves completely satisfied.

⧽ He’s a sweet, kind, and caring demon too. He loves altering your dreams to accommodate your desires.

⧽ He’s honestly one the nicest demons out of the entire bunch until things start to sour between you two.

⧽ It’s kind of hard to only have someone appear in your dreams…and when work gets tough, you’re not able to drift to sleep fully.

⧽ So the next time you do finally rest, he’s not there. Your green Prince wasn’t there anymore.

⧽ But don’t worry, your job receives an exchange worker who transfers from another country…

⧽ And he’s suspiciously named Izuku too~

⧽ Remember being a kid and your parents would tell you that you should be careful of what you wish for?

⧽ See, we don’t always think about shit that we say? You obviously didn’t when you supposedly summoned a damn demon on yourself.

⧽ If you had been to a slumber party and played Bloody Mary or with the Ouija Board then you’d know how.

⧽ It wasn’t like your life sucked really.

⧽ You had the perfect job, car, life, and even significant other. Everything was peachy….except when it came to the sex.

⧽ That…massively lacked. Baby boy didn’t know how to…ya know, get you there.

⧽ So, often you faked it which is honestly kinda disrespecting because you’re over here with blue balls and another sad night where he’s knocked out and you’re accepting sleep while reading about other characters on A03 who’s getting better dick than you.

⧽ The second you’re asleep though, you’re opening your eyes inside your bedroom…but alone?

⧽ Your beloved was gone but something else was there.

⧽ Before you could even get out of bed, a tail was pulling you back into it. “I didn’t say you could leave, now did I?” The voice said.

⧽ It was raspy, deep….and made your panties wet instantly. It was demanding and practically had your toes curling.

⧽ Your head turned to see what it was, before you…a demon with mostly orange to red skin, blonde hair, and bold red eyes.

⧽ You couldn’t even figure out what the hell it was before your clothes started scattering all over the place.

⧽ He was rough, deep, and practically had your hands ripping the sheets.

⧽ “Right there! Right there!!” You cried out, your fingers tugging the sheets right off the bed.

⧽ You lost count of how many times you’ve come, cause you kinda forgot after one.

⧽ All you knew was when your eyes opened again, you were inside your bedroom and your lover was looking towards you confused and partially enticed.

⧽ “Were you dreaming of me? You sounded like a naughty little porn star last night~” They teased, making you blink in confusion.

⧽ The audacity of this man to fuck you IN YOUR BED IN YOUR HEAD TO MAKE YOU FEEL THAT DAMN GOOD THAT YOU MOAN OUTSIDE OF YOUR DAMN DREAM?!

⧽ You couldn’t even dare to admit to what happened in your dream? It’s a one-time thing, right?

⧽ Haha, nope. The next day, he came back.

⧽ Again. Again. And Again.

⧽ It’s so bad that your lover starts to envy your own dreams and questions what’s sex like with them and your supposed wild-ass dreams.

⧽ Your little red demon always left you shaking in his arms or on your bed.

⧽ He loved having you cry, pant, whine and simply disrespect your lover who was in the same bed as you two.

⧽ There was one session in which he made you so damn weak, your legs gave up the second you tried to stand up the next day.

⧽ Like all good things, shit hits the fan one day. You come home from work to find your lover with..another inside your bed. As expected, you’re enraged and kick them out.

⧽ You turned your phone off and head out to the club to clear your head with a few girlfriends.

⧽ While twerking your relationship away and drinking your sadness, a hand grabbed your hips and whispered in your ear.

⧽ “I’ve been watching you all fuckin night….think you can do that with me, baby?” He asked. That voice sent chills down your spine.

⧽ With a smirk on your face, you took your little spiky-haired boy towards the door.

⧽ That bed your ex-love disrespected earlier was promptly broken by that damn blonde.

⧽ Whoever said College was fuckin easy was a goddamn lie?

⧽ Whoever lied and said that it was easy, should choke on a dick and die?

⧽ You’re struggling, dragging, brunt out and still trying to function.

⧽ Clubs, Classes, Part-Time Work, and Rent were making you want to blast your damn brains out.

⧽ Mid-Terms were on the horizon and thousands were dropping from their classes already. No one didn’t want to do this shot anymore?

⧽ The true warriors were still fighting and pushing themselves toward the finish line.

⧽ Your eyes were peered into a boom inside an empty library, it was reaching midnight while the exhaustion of your job from earlier that day.

⧽ Your body demanded rest.

⧽ Your stomach was demanding food.

⧽ Hell, Your body was just deflating at this point.

⧽ Your head plopped onto the book, soft snores escaped your mouth while you drifted into deep and much-needed rest.

⧽ Your dreams were always practically darkness. A time when it was simply black because your mind was too damn tired to give your exhausted ass something to dream about.

⧽ However, this time. You wake up inside a hot tub.

⧽ Before you can even question how you’re inside a hot tub and also naked, something pressed against your body.

⧽ The vibration made your body jump and wiggle a bit, who has the infamous magic wand in there, and who’s holding it?

⧽ Your hand reached underneath the water to retrieve it, but another hand lifted your head.

⧽ “Close your eyes and relax…you’re not allowed to touch.” The voice ordered. It was a cold, stern, and simply sexy ass voice.

⧽ Who are you to disobey rules? Especially since you hadn’t had this much sexual pleasure in a while?

⧽ Your breathing hitched, and your toes curled before your body was lifted.

⧽ That’s when you felt the Arctic cold which caused your nipples to stick out.

⧽ That was before he slipped inside WITH EASE. The intense combo of hot and cold was overstimulating your body.

⧽ You were already needy as hell, but shit! You’re sucking..whatever this thing in with each thrust he gave you. Your hips even started moving on their own, rocking back and forth.

⧽ Your eyes opened for a second, looking to see such an odd figure.

⧽ Large red hands hugged and held your body. The left was on your hip and the right was loosely holding your face.

⧽ You couldn’t even focus on what it was…when your body was jolted awake.

⧽ Your eyes opened and you sat back, seeing a worried elderly woman. “Are you okay? You were moaning over here in your sleep…” she asked as she looked at you.

⧽ Your heart dropped to your feet as worry washed over you. SHE HEARD YOU RIDING ON….WHATEVER THAT WAS?! You didn’t even respond to the woman, you pack your items and head to your car.

⧽ You head home, get in your bed, and tried to justify what happened as a lack of sleep and simply being horny for some reason.

⧽ ONLY TO WAKE UP INTO THE DREAM WITH SAID DEMON GOING HARDER THAN HE WAS BEFORE YOU WERE WOKEN UP.

⧽ And that’s how it started.

⧽ You went from studying at the library to forcing yourself to stay home, because your big ass demon didn’t give a fuck. Fall asleep and your ass was his.

⧽ Crash in class, boom. You’re moaning inside the classroom.

⧽ Crash during your break? You sound like a porn star inside the break room with your uncomfortable co-workers.

⧽ Your bed was your safety and practicality a sanctuary. No one could hear how loud you were and what he was using on you.

⧽ Sho, which was the name of said, Incubus. You found out while on a sex swing, handcuffed. You cried out shit, and he corrected you with Sho…before proceeding to make you scream his name.

⧽ He always created a room that included his usual elements, Hot and Cold.

⧽ Little did you know, he was helping you get exactly what you needed to focus.

⧽ He worked his magic on you until after the midterms. Once you turn your test in, could you simply rest without a single issue?

⧽ Poof, he’s gone. Your dreams are simply dead and you’re left pretty upset.

⧽ Things go back to normal, leaving you sad. You walked into the library, holding your books and things while listening to music.

⧽ You walked towards your usual study area, which was reserved for you because no one really deserved it.

⧽ You opened the door and walked inside, only to freeze at the sight of a man with..red and white hair. He looked at you confused while you blinked.

⧽ “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I-I can come back!” You stammer, embarrassed, and start to turn around.

⧽ “No, no….Why don’t you come in and join me?..” the voice said, standing up and walking towards you. “Just close your eyes and relax~” he whispered, pulling you close.

⧽ It's funny how dreams can become a reality.

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The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — updates will be erratic, but I’ve outlined almost everything in this fic, so you have my word I’ll complete this

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

mild voyeurism

intense stares lol

reader hearing voices

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 1: The Firsts of Many

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It's your creator’s eyes that you first see when you open yours – eyes that seemingly contain the entire universe in them, so blue, so warm, so tender. They look at you with so much adoration, you couldn’t help but smile and lean to the warmth of his palm caressing your cheek. He returns your smile with equal fervor. The first time you hear his voice, so deep and velvety and hypnotic, he gives you a name, ‘Mera.’

“My little dream, you’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” You watch his lips move as he utters his praise to his own creation.

You bask is his touch, noting how you had no right to be called ‘perfect,’ when he stands, regal in his own beauty, breathtaking and ethereal. He gives you a function which you take by heart – you are to inspire mortals to put passion in what they do and help them find what they’re truly looking for in their lives while they sleep and roam in his realm, your home, which he calls the Dreaming.

“For I am Dream of the Endless, the King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm.”

Your first words are of utter reverence and gratitude. “My Lord and my King, I owe you my life. Do as you will with it.”

You watch as Dream’s eyes light up with an emotion you have yet to learn the meaning of. Unbothered, you place your hand on the one still cupping your face gently, as you quietly declare your devotion to the purpose he gave you for his realm and his dreamers. You decide to pointedly ignore that faint ringing in your ears, that voice at the back of your mind, quietly telling you that something was amiss and cautioning you to tread lightly in his presence.

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You grow accustomed to your tasks in the Dreaming in no time. Like you’ve been doing it for millennia, Merv snidely remarks. You’ve gotten to know him, Lucienne, the royal librarian, and the other residents of the realm. When you weren’t attending to the humans in their dreams, you spent most of your time in the Royal Library, ardently absorbing every book you could get your hands on. Who wouldn’t, when every book that humanity has ever written and continue to write is there, waiting to be plucked from the tall, expansive shelves and perused by eager, hungry eyes? You have grown to love the humans, so in your wish to serve them better and inspire them even more in their dreams, you bury your nose in their creations, imagining yourself present in their victories and defeats, their lives, and their deaths.

This is how your master finds you one night in his library: lounging comfortably on one of the high-backed leather sofas, your back resting on one of the armrests and your legs dangling over the other, so engrossed in the novel you were reading you don’t register his presence. His eyes linger a little longer on the way your dress had hiked up to your thighs while you were so cosily reading – he hesitates, not wanting to disturb you from your book. He diverts his gaze away from your exposed flesh to your face, scrunched up in concentration. He notices the way your eyelashes flutter as you blink slowly, the way you lick your lips and rub your eyes, to him a subtle sign that you were trying to stave off sleep in favour of the tome. He needs to remedy this; he does not want you overworking yourself.

“You should be resting, my little dream.”

Startled, the book slips from your hand as you sit upright and adjust your dress – damn if he sees you in such a state, you can’t have a member of the Dreaming staff behave so uncouthly, and right in front of the Creator, no less!

“My lord! My apologies, I didn’t notice you enter.”

Picking up the book you dropped, you belatedly realize that you hadn’t even bookmarked the book! You couldn’t help the huff of annoyance that escapes your lips as you set the book down on the coffee table right in front of the sofa. You look to Dream’s face, expecting a reprimanding scowl to greet you, only to see mild amusement glinting in his eyes.

“You need not apologise. I did not mean to take you by surprise and tear you away from your reading.”

He takes a few steps closer to the other couch across where you’re perched, the ghost of a smile lingering on the corners of his mouth. “May I?” he asks, gesturing to the sofa.

You flash your own tired smile at him. “Of course. It’s your couch, My Lord.”

You watch him as he sits on the leather couch and lean back comfortably with the grace of a true monarch. He picks up one of the books piled high on the coffee table, ones you’ve already finished, observing the cover before setting it back down.

“It gives me great pleasure to see you’re living up to your name, my Mera.”

You shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes just twinkle with fondness and pride before he gently amends, “Lucienne has told me how you have been ardently immersing yourself in the dreams and works of the dreamers in your desire to improve your craft. I expect no less from my own creation.”

At this praise you beam shyly, fidgeting at one of the sofa’s armrests.

“However, I should also like my little dream to take sufficient rest and look after her well-being.”

You are touched at his tender reprimand – despite his often-intimidating nature, you know that deep-down, he genuinely cares for his subjects. You, however, can’t find it in you to give in to his request just yet – you had only a few more pages left of the chapter you were reading! So you muster up the courage to ask, “Please, my Lord, can I finish the last pages of the chapter, at least?”

“Just a few more pages?” He replies with a tiny smirk, raising an eyebrow.

You give him a tiny nod, your own smile growing, already knowing that he’d relent at your small behest.

Morpheus knows all too well that he will never be able to resist granting you whatever you wished for. How could he when you’ve been so gracious to his precious little dreamers? When you were pleading him in this demure way he finds so endearing? A few more pages were nothing compared the burden he has given you and will be giving you in the near future.

“Very well. Just a few more pages.”

He sees the way your eyes light up in pure joy as he gave you the permission to continue with your book. He would give anything within his power if it meant that light would grace him for eternity.

“Thank you, Lord Morpheus. And thank you for your concern for my well-being, I shall try not to overwork myself too often.”

The last part of your sentence barely registers to the Endless, as he relishes the feeling of his name on your lips, fighting the sudden urge to kiss them until they were numb and raw. He thanks the Fates you were once again lost in your book, for he’s sure the look on his face would have surely betrayed the whirlwind of emotions he’s feeling at that very moment. Feigning interest on the book he picked up earlier, he props it open on his lap, lifting the pages every now and then, pretending to read – all the while observing you, listening to your breathing, taking you in, revelling in the comforting silence that now permeated the library.

It isn’t long after he notices that your breathing has gone deeper and more relaxed. He rises to his feet and walks over to your form hunched on the sofa, removing the book now covering your face. He smiles to himself when he sees you, fast asleep, noting how exhaustion finally took over your determination to finish whatever was left of the chapter you were on. He remembers to mark the page with the bookmark attached to the book’s spine, then sets it on the coffee table. He stares at your sleeping form for what seems like ages, debating whether or not it’d be acceptable at this stage to pick you up and transport you to his chambers where you’d rest under the warmth of his own bedcovers. Deciding it was far too early and far too bold a move, he conjures a soft, woolen blanket out of thin air and drapes it over you, making sure it warmed your entire form. Longingly, he traces your lips ever-so-gently with his fingers, then your cheeks, before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, little dream of mine.”

With that soft farewell, he leaves the library quietly so as to not rouse you from your dreamless slumber. One day soon, he pledges to himself, you will fall asleep in his arms under the endless expanse of stars that littered the universe.

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Your day was just as eventful as any day in the Dreaming. You had finished attending to your duties, conjuring inspiring thoughts in the dreamers you graced your presence with. You take a walk in one of the many gardens within your King’s palace, finally deciding to pause and take a breather by sitting on one of the benches overlooking the breathtaking sunset now gracing the entire realm.

Out of the many gardens within the palace grounds, this is your absolute favorite. Not many residents of the Dreaming frequent this garden, with the exception of Merv occasionally tending to the flower beds; it offers one of the best views of that orange-purple sunset under which you love basking in the glow – it makes for the perfect place where you can reflect on the dreams you have helped the humans form in their sleeping hours. You allow your thoughts to drift from the beauty of the garden to the memory of the first dream, the first human you helped inspire.

The Dream Lord had just created you then. After showing you around his realm, he walked with you to the ocean of dreams, where all his little dreamers dreamed their little dreams. Your breathing quickened at the sight of the vast waters, not wanting to find out what would happen if you got lost in them. Lord Morpheus, sensing your apprehension, took your hand in his.

“Fear not the waters, my little dream. I am the master of this realm, and you, my beloved creation. No harm shall befall you in my own kingdom.”

You remember looking to your lord’s face, soft and reassuring. You didn’t want to disappoint him on your first day, so you steeled your resolve. You gave him a firm and determined nod, and with that, hands still interlocked, you dove headfirst.

The moment you were fully submerged in the cold, dark sea, you were hit with a violent wave of emotions and vivid visions – the dreams, you reminded yourself. You were in the dreams of hundreds of millions of sleeping beings of all sorts. You could hear them, feel what they were all feeling, see what they were seeing in their sleep – flashes of love and hate, of rage and joy, bitterness and jealousy; glimpses of their pasts, present, and imagined future. In a daze you saw thousands upon thousands of unfamiliar faces of the people in their lives: enemies, friends, lovers, family – all passing you by at a speed you could barely comprehend. You felt as if your body was being intensely pulled in all directions. You found the entire universe’s collective unconscious suffocating you, swallowing you whole, so you close your eyes and let it take you.

Until you felt a pair of strong arms gather you close their body and their lips whisper in your ear.

“Careful not to let them consume you, my little dream, and concentrate. Now, let your intuition guide you and draw you to your first dreamer.”

Clinging unto him like a lifeline, you took a deep breath and looked to the seemingly unending streak of ideas, sounds, events, sensations, faces - of everything humanity has to offer – and hone in on the quiet bubbling of a pot over a crackling fire. The moment you willed yourself to the sound, you felt a tug in your belly button, and you fall, fast. The fall was dizzying, endless – but so was the hand holding yours, you reminded yourself. Just when there seemed to be no end to the fall, your felt your feet touch solid ground. You would’ve fallen unceremoniously to it, too, had your creator not anchored you on the waist with his hands and held you still. Mind still fuzzy at your journey which seemed to last for mere seconds and eons at the same time, you looked up to him, marvelling at how he seemed unmoving, unfazed, unbothered with all that you’ve just witnessed.

Is this how he feels all the time, cradling the entire Dreaming in his wake? It was then that it dawned on you the burden he bears, which he bears alone, until the universe passes and is no more. It was then that you understood how his responsibility was infinitely greater than the mere purpose he has given you.

“You did well, my Mera.” His eyes bore into yours, twinkling with great pride.

Not knowing what to say – you’ve just peeked into all of humanity’s dreams for the first time in your existence, no big deal – you manage a small “thank you,” still feeling hazy from…whatever that was you just experienced.

Mentally shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you looked around the place, the dream, you just brought yourselves to. You were in the corner of a large kitchen, facing a long table that was filled with an assortment of fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat, waiting to be cooked. A huge chopping block with neatly cut beetroots laid at the far corner of the table, a sign that someone was just there cutting away and had left momentarily. Your eyes found the pot that drew you to this dream, hanging from a metal beam in the large cooking hearth to your side, its contents happily bubbling away. The kitchen was bright, homely and inviting. It also seemed like it should have been teeming with life, full of people bustling about, trying to get their own cooking done and getting errands out the way. Oddly enough, it was empty, save for a little girl quietly ogling at the sizable collection of dried spices and herbs in tiny glass jars arranged tidily in a cabinet twice her size.

“I see you’ve brought us to the dreams of Lavinia Baxter.”

Dream of the Endless let go of his hold on you, keen to see you perform for the first time. With his hand, he motioned to the little girl, about 10 years of age, who seemed oblivious to your presence.

You walk leisurely around the kitchen, taking in every detail of the little girl’s vivid imagination. Without making a sound, you both watch Lavinia as she opened the spice cabinet. She took one little spice jar out at a time, opening them and taking in each of the smells, seemingly trying to take her pick. She finally decided with two of them, clutching them in her small hands and walking to the pot of stew on the hearth. With practiced dexterity, she placed some of the herbs in her palms, rubbing them together before they fell in the pot. She then stirred the pot with a wooden ladle and, looking around her like she was making sure no one else was there, put the ladle to her lips to taste the stew. The door to the kitchen suddenly bursts open, and out came a short, plump woman in her late 40s, who, upon laying her eyes on the little girl who looked guilty at getting caught, burst into a jovial laughter, and strode over to where little Lavinia was.

“Well, well, caught red-handed! How does it taste, my sweet?” the woman asked her, hands on her hips.

Lavinia let out an adorable giggle and handed the ladle to her, urging her to have a taste. She accepted the ladle and tasted the sauce still coating it, while the little girl watched with anticipation. The woman’s expression changed quickly from curiosity to one of delight.

“Why, I see you have made some adjustments to this! It tastes absolutely fantastic,” she exclaimed, which made Lavinia smile so broadly it seemed to brighten up the kitchen even more.

“I added some of these,” she quips, showing the woman jars she took out from the spice cabinet.

The woman nods in approval, praising her, “You have a fine sense of smell, my lady. I think we oughtta add that to the recipe book, don’t ya? Where’s a quill when you need one…ah, right over there!” She pointed to the quill and the bottle of ink on a small desk by the window.

From her apron, she fished out a black, leather-bound book the size of her palm, while Lavinia retrieved the quill and handed it to her. She proceeded to tell the woman how much she added to the stew while the other wrote it down on the book.

This is a memory, you realize. Lavinia’s memory, unfolding right before you, moved you so deeply you almost forgot you were there to work. She seemed to have so much passion for cooking at a very early age, for you felt within your bones the sheer elation that never left her eyes as she interacted with the woman with the black book.

“Little Lavinia has fond childhood memories of Millie, her household’s head cook.” Dream mentioned, breaking his silence, and striding over to where you were. “She spent more time with her, more than she did her own mother.”

The woman called Millie leapt to her feet all of a sudden. “My dear God, look at the time. You better hurry, my sweet, your husband might be waiting for you.”

Lavinia, nodding with a put-out expression, took dainty steps toward a door on her right that wasn’t there before. You and your master followed her as she led you to the next room, where, as you gleaned, the next part of her dream was to take place.

“Husband?” You turned to Dream with a puzzled face, walking together to the room Lavinia just entered. As the door closes itself behind you, he gestures around the room.

“Observe.”

And you did. The room you were in now was rather dark, with the thick brocade curtains drawn over the windows to block the sunlight. It was a study, it seemed, filled wall-to-wall with books, not unlike the ones you can find in the Royal Library. The study itself was rather small and bare, with a desk in the middle and a singular lamp illuminating the entire place. The desk was almost empty, except for a single, framed photograph. Behind the desk sat Lavinia, staring blankly to the wall – except she was no longer the 10-year-old girl from the other room, but a young woman, face forlorn and tear-stained, far too weary-looking for someone of her age.

“In the waking world, Lavinia, barely twenty-three, lost her husband to a shipwreck not a mere three weeks ago. Misfortune has seemed to follow her since then, for not a week after, she finds out her husband’s estate has left her barely nothing to live by. She has not only found herself to be a widow, but one doomed to poverty.” Dream’s words echoed in the study hauntingly, adding to the melancholic atmosphere.

You glanced at the photograph of a finely dressed young man with kind, smiling eyes. Your heart hurt for Lavinia. You moved to reach for her hand to comfort her, but Dream shakes his head.

“You are meant to inspire, my dream, not provide solace to the mourning.” Dream gently reminded you.

“Where can I begin, then, My Lord?” your whisper. You wanted with all your heart to help Lavinia, but you to be honest, you were quite lost.

With a knowing sparkle in his eyes, he waved his once more around the study. “Begin here, where she has brought you. You need only trust yourself.”

You stifled the huff you were sorely tempted to let out. Your master obviously wasn’t willing to provide you anymore hints than the rather vague one he just gave you, so you wracked your brains for something, anything, that might help the grieving young woman before you.

Come on, Mera, think. What does Lavinia love so much, one that might prove enough to at least bring back happiness to her life and help her get her shit together?

You knew the answer even before you finish the question in your head. With a steely look on your face, you strode over to the walls lined with books, caressing their spines, eyes scanning the shelves until you found just what you were looking for: Millie’s little black book. The leather was peeling off in small patches at the corners, the pages were browned, and it needed some dusting, but it looked like it was rummaged through many times and handled with so much love and care.

With deliberate force, you threw the book across the room, hitting her squarely in the face. You hadn’t meant for it to land there, but before you could say something to apologize (forgetting you hadn’t appeared to her yet), Lavinia, cursing with surprising ease, takes one look at the book and lets out a light chuckle which comes out hoarse, a sign that she hadn’t let one out since the news of her husband's passing.

Before you could celebrate your success at making her laugh, your expression turned to mild horror as she broke down into tears, hugging the book close to her heart.

“L-looks like you caught me red-handed again, M-Mi..Millie,” she choked between her sobs.

You looked to your Lord, who was taking in the scene before him with mild mirth. “I made it worse!”

“You think?” vaguely he gestured once more to the weeping widow. “Look at her again.”

This time, you paid closer attention to her face. She was crying, that’s true, but now a wide smile graced the corners of her mouth, and in your relief, there was a tiny hint of that twinkle in her eyes you saw light up the kitchen in Millie’s presence. It was a small spark, but you knew with every fiber of your being that that was the spark she needed to get her life back together.

You looked at your master directly in the eyes, wanting validation. Dream, his smile now as wide as yours, stares back with pride at your first successful dream, and with the same intense emotion he looked at you with when you first declared your life was his. He drew closer (how is he this fast) to you, never breaking eye contact. Face mere inches away from yours, he spoke with all the authority only an Endless can possess.

“You did well today, my Mera. You make a fine addition to my Realm.” His fingers ghosting over your cheek, he asks you, “Can I count on you to continue fulfilling the purpose I gave you for the Dreaming, and for me?”

Savouring your master’s praise of your first handiwork, you responded without hesitation: “Yes, my King.”

Dream of the Endless seemed to relish your words. His gaze grew more intense and you felt engulfed in it. Without warning, that voice at the back of your head let out a resounding screech, so loud in your brain you flinched, breaking your eye contact with your Lord.

Morpheus seemed to recognize this momentary slip. In a split-second, he waves his hand and declares, “This dream is over.”

With no time to ruminate on your subconscious’ reaction, you felt that all-too-familiar tug in your bellybutton, signaling your return from the ocean of dreams.

***

“Hey, kid! Are you gonna be there for longer? I got work to do there!”

Merv’s voice is enough to shake you from your musings. Finding the sunset’s glow a little too bright to look to see his form, you turn to your left you where his voice came from, squinting.

“Are those new flowers, Merv?” You call to him.

“Yeah, boss said this garden needed new ones.”

You get up to leave Merv with his gardening, but not before something black moving out of the corner of your eye catches your attention.

It’s him, that voice in your head whispers. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you get this strange feeling that you’re being watched.

Heart pounding, you inspect the area where the flash of black should’ve been, but you find nothing there. The voice is making you unnecessarily paranoid. You really shouldn’t be entertaining this.

Wanting to soothe yourself from that mentally induced little fright, you walk back into the palace, your feet automatically going for the Royal Library.

The library is quiet today, as any day. You wave ‘hello’ to Lucienne, who greets you with a grin and a nod in your general direction. You originally wanted to make a conversation with her about anything just to get your mind off your frazzled nerves, but she seemed too busy with sorting what seemed like new books that appeared in the Realm. You decide to spare her from listening to your pointless ramblings, and instead go to the L section. You pull up Lavinia Baxter’s books from the shelf and make a beeline for your favourite reading spot. Curling into a ball on the leather couch and setting the other book down, you flip through the pages of the one you’ve read probably a dozen times.

You may be biased, but your favorite dreams of Lavinia’s were the ones after your unconventional visit. Since then, she has renewed her passion for making sumptuous dishes, spending her almost all of her waking hours experimenting with new ingredients and coming up with recipes of her own. Her dreams have since reflected this wonderful turnabout, prompting you to visit her again multiple times to help her with desserts, something you noticed she struggled with. It wasn’t long before the other book you grabbed from the shelf materialized in the realm, with bold letters on the cover that read “Lavinia Baxter’s 19th Century Guide to Household Cookery.” Your heart sang with delight at its appearance, knowing you inspired her well enough to publish her own cookbook, without even showing her your true form.

Setting aside Lavinia’s book of dreams, you pick up the cookbook and flip it to the dedication page.

To my dearest Millie,

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams and smacking me in the face with your little recipe book. You have no idea how that saved me.

You trace the words on the page lovingly. Suddenly –

Watch out. The voice is back.

Shut up! You hiss back at it.

Great. There it is again, that sensation of being watched. Cursing mentally, you close Lavinia’s recipe book and hold it close, hugging it like it could help that uneasy feeling disappear. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to succumb to your fatigue and fall into a blissful, dreamless slumber.

Yet those normally blue eyes, almost silver now with the barely restrained need to take, never leave your sleeping figure.

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Link to the Next Chapter Author’s note:

I know this chapter was exceedingly long and I can’t guarantee that the next ones will be as long as this, but I can assure you I will do my very best to make it as engaging as I can. As a first-time fic writer, now I know how other fic writers feel when a fic consumes their entire soul and refuses to leave your thoughts until it gets written lmaooo

This chapter is just trying to establish how Mera’s life is like after being created by Dream. More Dark!Morpheus to come as he shows his true intentions to you!

Please comment, reblog and engage!! I’d love to hear your feedback, predictions, violent reactions lol

Special shoutout to @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen2 encouraging me to finally pen this, as well as to other Dark!Morpheus fic writers whose fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading (and rereading!)

Thank you!

Post date:10/23/22

Edited: 10/23/22

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