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roguelov · 1 year

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Rest and Dream

Summary: Being a college student, and having a history with a certain Professor, you soon find yourself drawn back in. But, how would things go when a new person enters? Or could you even be bothered with finals around the corner?

Word Count: ~ 9.2k

Reader: Fem/Afab

Warnings: Age Gap (professor and student), Smut (threesome, unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving and giving, male!giving and receiving), slight facefucking, minor dirty talk)

Requested by the wonderful @chainsawsangel

MINOR DNI/18+ ONLY

Glass clinked. Low chatter buzzed. Music, practically indecipherable, hummed in the background.

In the corner of this small tavern, dubbed the New Inn, you quietly worked, tuning out all the noise and distractions. An untouched drink with an appetizer - now unsavory cold - sat on your table. Your attention was solely on your laptop, or more specifically on the ever growing amount of schoolwork. And with finals a month away, the load would not lessen.

You sighed, scrolling over the multiple page report you were currently working on. Your lips thinned, irritation. The issue, currently, was you had hit a mental roadblock: words alluded you, all your research and information escaped your scrambled mind, and you had now been staring at the blinking cursor for nearly an hour.

You closed your eyes, and rubbed your temples.

“Rough day?”

Instantly, your heart swelled. You knew that voice, you knew it well.

Reaching up, you pushed his glasses on top of his head, on top of his perfect near shoulder length, chestnut hair. Now, you could see his beautiful face in its entirety. Your fingers grazed over his face, tracing all the ridges and his prickly stubble.

Your eyes fell to his lips - lips you have tasted countless times.

Your thumb skimmed over his parted lips. So soft. So enticing.

He smiled. Cupping your face, he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours. A gentle tease.

You hummed.

Opening your eyes, you locked eyes with such a kind, enveloping brown - like the earth welcoming you back. “Professor Gadling.”

Professor Hob Gadling smiled warmly. “Hi.” He gestured to a table on the other side of the tavern. “I saw you freaking out a bit so I thought I would come over to see if you’re doing okay.”

“Yeah, I am just -“ you exhaled, dropping your shoulders - “just creeping up on finals again so you know how it is.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You just smiled at him, loving to hear his melodic laughter.

“Listen, I know I haven’t been your professor for a few years now, but, uh I hope you know if you need any help you can come to me.”

“Right, because you know -“ you glanced down at your notes and report - “all about the joys of chemistry.”

He winced, giving a sheepish smile. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “Maybe not.”

You laughed through your nose, smiling up at him. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

He dropped his head. “Anytime. I’m here if you ever need me.”

“I know.”

He glanced up, smiling which made his eyes crinkle. “As long as you know.”

He nodded, still smiling, and strolled off, leaving you be.

Yet, you watched him. Almost greedily. You watched as he returned to his spot, gathered his things, and left the small tavern. The man who unknowingly stole your heart, and all your affection, simply left.

Again.

But, it was better this way.

It was a loving relationship - or short fling, if you had to be honest. But, life had you both entangled and going in opposite directions, so you agreed to end it.

Even if you both wished otherwise.

The soft pale morning sunlight kissed your eyelids. A comforting warmth radiated beside you. You exhaled, slowly waking up to a brand new day. Opening your eyes, you turned your head.

Hob laid sprawled out on his stomach with his face directed at you. His soft pink lips parted as he breathed; his bare back rose and fell in tune with his gentle breathing. A few strands of hair fell in front of his face, brushing against the tip of his nose.

Smiling to yourself, you carefully tucked his hair behind his ear. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. Although you wished to stay here forever, you had a mountainous list to complete today. So, you quietly slid out of his bed, scribbled a quick note, and slipped out of the front door all before he awoke.

Separated, yet the heart still yearned.

But, will you stay separated? What would happen if life, with all of its wonder and mysteries, decides to add another person into this complicated mess? What buried feeling will stay hidden?

The next day after your latest encounter with Hob, you found yourself back at the New Inn - as per usual. It was truly your only peaceful studying spot, especially during the day and to be honest even at night too. The demographic wasn’t the typical sloshed faced young drunks, but the older, more refined, and not nearly as loud crowds.

Maybe there was another reason you loved going there, but you wouldn’t admit it out loud.

However, now, you were trying to leave. Taking your bag, you weaved around tables as your phone buzzed nonstop in your bag. Call after call. You had an inkling it was your work. Maybe it was your boss wondering if you were still coming in tonight, or maybe they were warning you it will be short staffed tonight. All you could do was roll your eyes, and pray it was neither reasoning. Please, be a spam call. You glanced down, rummaging through your bag while pushing open the door with your hip.

“Come on,” you mumbled, trying to fish for your phone, and still walking forward.

“Careful.”

Hands reached out, grabbing your shoulders and stopping you in place.

Your eyes snapped up.

Oh, what an enchanting blue.

The man’s lips twitched upward. His hands dropped from you and into the pockets of his long pitch black trench coat.

You blinked, suddenly realizing you nearly ran into this man. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

His smile widened as his eyes softened. “It’s okay.”

Oh my, his voice was downright hypnotic.

Your thoughts jumbled together. He was beauty - a dark haunting ethereal beauty, carved out of the moon and stars. He was the night personified.

Your phone buzzed again.

You snapped out of your thoughts, and finally pulled out your phone to find it was indeed just a spam call. You tossed your phone back into your bag, staring up at this man - this captivating, dare you say dreamy, man. “Again, I’m so sorry about that, it seems I’m more and more distracted lately.”

He hummed, his eyes twinkled with amusement in the dimming sunlight. “I can see that.”

You smiled, laughing once. “Sorry, uh, first I nearly ran you over and I didn’t properly introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pleasure,” he bowed his head slightly in greeting, “I am Morpheus.”

“Morpheus.” You tried his name on your tongue. Such a unique name in this day and age, and oddly it fit him perfectly. “It is wonderful to know the name of the man I almost flattened.”

Morphues chuckled, a light short, but ever so sweet chuckle. “I assure you it is fine, and I am stronger than I may appear.”

“I do not doubt that.”

Morpheus smiled, somehow already smittened by this mortal.

Off in a short distance, Hob approached the tavern with a satchel thrown over his shoulder. He rolled his neck, hearing the cacophony of cracks. He sighed, heavily. He needed possibly more than one drink this evening after such a taxing day.

Laughter bubbled ahead.

His gaze snapped over to the strangely familiar noise. You and Morphues talked and laughed in front of the tavern. You smiled widely; a smile Hob hadn’t seen in such a long time. And Morpheus laughed; laughter Hob almost rarely heard.

Hob couldn’t help himself. He smiled - bright and full. A warmth, nearly long forgotten, spread over his chest. His footsteps were lighter, and a tether connected him to both of you gently guided him forward. “Hello, you two,” he greeted.

You and Morpheus glanced over.

Hob stood next to Morpheus. “I didn’t know you knew each other.”

“Oh no, we don’t, we just met,” you explained. “I wasn’t paying attention and almost ran him over.”

Hob’s smile grew and he laughed. “I believe that is how we met, is it not?”

You flew down the almost empty hallway. “Oh, no, no, no,” you chanted under your breath. You overslept on your first day. “Fuck me, why today?”

You sprinted past other students and staff, who all gave you an odd look. But, you ignored them, they were blurred into the background as you rushed by. The first day was for good impressions, and you didn’t want to fail on that front.

Or, at least not tremendously.

Your bag and phone were in a death grip in each of your hands. Your heart pounded in your chest with nerves and the unknowing scramble and sprint you thrusted yourself into this morning.

Lovely first day.

You skirted around the corner and -

Smack.

You collided into someone.

You fell backwards, sending your bag and phone flying over the tiles. You smacked against the floor with a pained grunt, followed swiftly with a weight landing on top of you.

A voice groaned - a man, you realized. He lifted himself up onto his hands. Each hand rested on either side of your head, trapping you underneath of him.

Blinking, and still a little dazed, you were soon met with such an inviting brown.

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

He scrambled off of you, and before you could move he helped you up onto your feet.

“I am so, so sorry,” the man repeated again. He bent down grabbing your things and his own - which was a satchel and papers that had spilled out of it.

“No, no, please don’t apologize I wasn’t paying attention.” You said, picking up some of his papers.

“I guess we are both at fault.” He smiled sheepishly - almost a boyish charm.

Your heart skipped, and you laughed. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

You handed over a pile of papers, and he passed over your bag. You both stood up, smiling at each other, finding humor in this sudden interaction. And, although you would have loved to stay longer, you were however reminded of the reasoning behind your frantic state. “Oh, shit! I’m going to be late.”

The man’s eyes widened as if coming to the same conclusion as you. “Right, right, uh, can I point you into the right direction first? You seem a bit lost.”

He wouldn’t dare leave you floundering about.

You sighed in relief. “Yes, please, that would be so much help. I’m looking for room 218 for Professor Gadling.”

The man blinked, stunned.

You shuffled in place, uneased by his sudden blank stare. “Do … do you know where that is?”

The man dropped his head then started to laugh. He threw his head back laughing loudly, full on belly laugh, without a care.

All you could do was stand there dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m laughing at you,” he wiped away a joyful tear, “it seems that fate always likes to play jokes.”

“What?”

The man smiled warmly, tilting his head letting his hair curl across his face. “I’m Professor Hob Gadling.”

“If I remember correctly, we ran into each other,” you stated. “And you knocked me over.”

Hob chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I did and I have since apologized - quite often if I may add.”

“Not often enough,” you joked. You pressed your hand to your forehead, feigning hurt. “My head still feels woozy to this day.”

Hob shook his head, yet still smiled.

You chuckled, then turned your attention to Morpheus. “But, I am curious if you two know each other?”

They stood side by side, and Hob spoke as if they knew each other.

“We do,” Morpheus answered.

“You could say we’ve known each other for centuries.” Hob smiled - a teasing one, one that seemed to hold an inside joke.

“That’s nice,” you beamed at the pair. “It truly is a small world.”

“That it can be,” Morpheus said.

“Well, I don’t want to hold you both up any longer.” You readjusted your bag. “I still have a late shift to attend to so I hope I’ll see you both around soon.”

“I hope so too,” Morpheus smiled.

“As do I.” Hob added.

“Then I’ll see you guys around.”

You strolled off into the beginning hours of night, while the two men watched you leave - each one feeling a twinge, an ache, in their heart.

“So, you know her,” Morpheus stated, not asked.

“Yes, I do. She -“ Hob stuttered, somehow unable to say the truth. The tips of his ears now dusted a lovely shade of red.

Morpheus cocked a brow at his oldest friend.

Hob cleared his throat, then avoided the Endless’s gaze as he spoke the truth. “We, uh, had a relationship a few years back.”

Morpheus hummed.

“She still comes to the tavern and we only talk occasionally. Busy lives, you know?”

Morpheus turned his gaze back onto you. His eyes raked over your vanishing figure. In a moment, in a single glance, he was able to peel back the curtains and peek into your subconscious - into your dreams.

To see what created you.

“She has lovely dreams.”

Hob’s eyes snapped up, taken back by Morpheus’s offhand comment. Morpheus, however, simply watched as you walked away unaware of either of the men’s attention. “Wait, what? What does she dream about?”

Morpheus’s eyes slid over. “Curious?”

“Of course I am, that’s why I asked.” Hob huffed. As to why he was curious, Hob wasn’t sure. He had an innate need to know.

A smile twitched on the Endless’s face. “She dreams of a future, very bright and hopeful. Dreams which I must say mimic your own in a way.”

A blushed dusted over Hob’s cheeks. “Oh, uh, right.”

“Among other things.” Morpheus knowingly let slip out, as he looked to find your figure gone.

“Wait, what other things?”

Morpheus hummed. He spun on his heel, strolling to the tavern. “Come, Hob Gadling, we agreed to meet here so let us get out of the cold.”

Hob stared - slack jawed - as Morpheus casually walked off. He huffed, and jogged after him. “Oh, you cannot say things like that and walk off.”

Morpheus entered the tavern with Hob directly behind him. “And it is not my place to say what she truly dreams of. If you wish to know, then simply ask.”

“Maybe I will,” Hob proclaimed.

“We shall see.”

Hob would never ask.

On the other hand, for you, you could not stop thinking about Hob and Morpheus. They haunted you, clouded your thoughts: every shadow was Morpheus’s coat, every light reflecting over a surface was Hob’s glasses, every laughter was theirs, every second was dedicated to them. And later that night, after such a long shift, you happily fell into your bed and dreamt.

You dreamt, specifically of two people. Their hands wandered all over your body, learning or relearning your curves; their lips, so soft and such a distinct rosy pink, marked your wanting skin; their different praises hummed in your ears. Yet, strangely, in the mesh of bodies and pleasure, eyes burned into you. You swore you saw two pairs of dazzling blue eyes - one directly in front of you, and one far off in the distance.

But, it was only a dream. A strange play created by your subconscious, why would it be anything more?

A few days later, in the middle of a somewhat chilling afternoon, you were sitting on a park bench nearby your apartment. Music played lowly in your ears, blocking out any other noises as you were reviewing your notes. It was your first attempt at studying for your first upcoming final.

Which honestly, and dreadfully, wasn’t looking too optimistic.

With each passing minute, you were growing more and more frustrated and deterred. You couldn’t focus. Your eyes kept jumping up to other patrons in the park, whether it was other families strolling by, dogs that yapped incessantly at the end of their leashes, or the other dozen or so foot traffic going in and out.

But, it didn’t matter what happened around you because every glance at your notes, you were failing to understand or remember the basics. Your notes were letters and numbers muddled together. It was a complex puzzle you would fail to overcome.

You rubbed your eyes.

Your new lack of sleep definitely wasn’t aiding you.

Lack of sleep also brought old, familiar feelings of failure - the horrid chilling, and sinking feeling of failure. Will you ever succeed? Will you accomplish anything? Why are you trying? Why -

Fuck. You bunches up your fists, taking long and slow breaths. One day at a time. You’ve done many finals before, you can do it again. Inhaling and exhaling loudly, you tried studying your notes once more.

Again, tired to.

A shadow soon appeared in your peripheral vision. Startled, you jumped, snapping your head up.

Morpheus.

Sweet Morpheus stood in front of you, smiling gently down at you.

You instantly ripped out your earbuds. “Morpheus, um, hi.”

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“What? Oh, no, no, you’re good.” You cleared your throat, “So, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I was taking a stroll, and I saw you so I decided to come over to say hello.”

You nodded.

“Would you care to join me?” He eyed the notebook in your hands. “Unless, you are busy.”

You looked down at the chaotic notes. Don’t. You need to study. You need to pass your classes. You closed the notebook, and all the jumbled letters, shoving into your bag. “Just for a bit.”

Just to clear my head.

“Of course.”

Just for a bit turned out to be a false promise.

The sun, once high in the clear blue sky, now began to dip into the horizon. You had walked around the park multiple times yet time still hardly passed between the two of you.

Seconds were lifetimes.

Minutes were eternities.

Hours were endless.

It was easy with Morpheus, as if he was always part of your life - an old friend. He was an excellent listener. He hung onto every word as you spoke of your life, whether it was childish stories of your youth or about ordinary day to day tasks. He listened as if it was the gospel.

And when he spoke? Oh how he could weave such tales. He was bred for storytelling. You were drawn in from the first syllable to the last hum of his breath. His voice, his cadence, was like poetry or a song from your childhood.

Soothing, comforting, and still spellbinding.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment of silence. “I never did ask what you do for a living.”

Morpheus cocked his head.

You quickly added, “If you don’t want to answer, please don’t feel obligated.”

He shook his head, shoving his hands into his coat pocket. “No, it is quite alright. I am the boss of my own company - one dealing with stories.”

“Like a bookshop?”

“In a way.”

“So, a library?”

Morpheus paused. “Yes, there is a library, one for any to peruse.”

“So, it’s not a library?” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

Morpheus laughed through his nose. “I suppose it is more complicated, but yes I do own a library and I tend to deal with people’s own stories - or their dreams if you wish to phrase it.”

You hummed, believing you now came to an understanding. “So, publishing?”

“Yes.” Morpheus lied, finding it far easier than the whole truth.

You nodded. “That’s amazing. I would love to visit your shop one day.”

You have, he thought. “And I will happily welcome you.”

You smiled at him.

You glanced ahead to the sun hidden behind buildings. Its light, oranges and pinks, painted across the once perfect monochromatic blue sky. In a few more minutes, velvet blues and purples will bring the blanket of darkness. And with it, a promise of a new day.

A breeze blew past from behind you. It sent shivers down your spine. Night also brought colder temperatures, and in that a promise of sharing it with someone to better the night.

Fabric, light but thick enough to keep out the new chill, was draped over your shoulders. You snapped your attention to Morpheus. He gently placed his coat on your shoulders, then shoved his hands into his front jean pockets.

You shook your head, already trying to return his coat, “Oh, no, please don’t -“

“Hold onto it for me,” he said, offering you a small smile. “Just until I walk you home.”

You clamped your mouth shut, and blushed under his gaze. You tugged his coat closer. The warmth radiated, blocking out any cold. Inhaling, it smelled of many things: of books and ink, of a salty summer beach, of fire crackling with steaming mugs of hot chocolate, of flowers in a field, of anything if you thought about it.

You both walked side by side, enjoying the comforting silence. Everytime you glanced over - just to appease your own curiosity if he minded the cold - Morpheus kept his gaze up on the sky, looking at something you could not see. Yet, as if sensing your gaze he would look over meeting your eyes. His blue eyes, the brightest and calmest blue imaginable, locked with yours and he simply smiled at you.

He never commented or asked anything of you.

Just smiled, a small but endearing smile.

Morpheus, with your guidance, walked you to the front of your apartment. Looking up, a few lights were on in other apartments. You sighed, your breath temporarily fogging the air, and faced Morpheus. You shucked off his coat, and carefully placed it over his shoulders. “Thanks,” you smiled at him.

He returned the smile, putting on his coat properly. “Of course.”

“I hope I’ll see you around.”

“I think you will.”

You chuckled. “Ok, well Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, and may you have sweet dreams.”

You smiled, shaking your head stepping inside.

And although you wished for dreams, wished for someone - or two specific people - to warm you this unexpected cold night, you decidedly stayed up late to study more. Those fears from earlier returned, and as much as you enjoyed and cherished Morpheus’s company, you couldn’t afford to lose any more time. Studying and working was all you had time for. So, after a few more grueling hours of studying, you unceremoniously passed out with only darkness to dream of.

After your meeting with Morpheus, day after day you saw both men, but as much as you enjoyed their company, you pulled away.

Only studying, only work.

Finals were now only a week away.

And to no one’s surprise, the university buzzed with anxiety and you were no expectation. You gathered your things and went to the New Inn to try and study, finding comfort in the small space and tiny crowds. Stepping inside, you spotted Hob and Morpheus. You tossed them a quick smile before buckling down on a table near the corner for work.

Work which swiftly turned into a painstaking headache.

You placed your head into your hands. Your fingers tugged on your hair, seconds away from tearing it out. “Fuck,” you harshly whispered to yourself.

Stress, anxiety, exhaustion - the wicked sisters - plucked their strings, playing their nonstop songs. You were drowning; you were drowning with no one daring to reach out their hand. Words, numbers, facts, definitions, theses, essays, reports - it was all swishing back and forth in your clogged brain.

It was all becoming too much.

You knew your breaking point, you knew you had surpassed it ages ago. But, you told yourself to keep going. You were about to graduate. Years dedicated to this, you could not afford to fail now, not so close to the finish line.

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m okay, I’m okay. I got this. Just - just -“

A tear slid down your cheek, falling onto the table. You bit your trembling lip. Not here, not here and now.

“(Y/N)?”

You inhaled sharply and snapped your head up.

Hob bent down next to you, and slid into the seat beside you. Morpheus, the ever silent presence, followed his friend’s lead, taking up your other side. They sandwiched you, you could not escape. “Are you okay, love?” Hob asked, concerned.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you sniffled, wiping away the single tear. “I’m good, I swear. Just … just a little stressed I guess. Finals week, you know.”

Hob frowned, “You shouldn’t be stressing this much.”

“It’s fine.” You waved him off.

“You are in distress, (Y/N).” Morpheus pointed out.

You whipped your head, looking at him and instantly captivated by his steady aura. “Look, it’s nothing and -“

“How can it be nothing if it has this effect on you?” Morpheus reached out, softly stroking your cheek - your tear stained cheek. “When was the last time you had a meal? A night of rest?”

“Oh, I, uh -“

A hand touched your thigh. Glancing down, Hob’s hand rested on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. “If you do not eat, or sleep, then how can you perform on your finals? You have to take care of yourself. You know this.”

He was right. You did.

But, you neglected your needs.

You’ve been through a couple finals weeks - and this was your last. You couldn’t help, but fall into these awful habits. Work needed to be done, and in the end you got your results. At a cost, yes, but it seemed worth it.

Sort of.

“It’s fine - I’m fine,” you repeated. “It’ll be over soon and I’ll pass out for a week.”

Your words did little to ease their worries.

Hob puckered his lips in thought. His eyes locked into your slightly red rimmed eyes then flickered over to Morpheus. He huffed, “Alright.”

Without warning, Hob stood up and packed up your things.

“Whoa, hey, what are you -“

Hob collected your laptop, notebooks, and the few textbooks, placing them in your bag. “You’re not getting these back.”

You leapt out of your seat, but Hob instantly backed away. “Hob, this isn’t funny, please give me those back.”

Hob looked over your shoulder to Morpheus. You glanced back and forth between the two men, silently begging for this to stop. They said nothing, yet an understanding passed.

“Come on.” Hob marched off with your bag.

You gawked. He can’t be serious, can he?

You spun to look to Morpheus for help, but he simply followed after Hob - and dare you say with a smirk on his lips. You were left flabbergasted, and alone, in the tavern. Shaking your thoughts free, you darted after them. You rushed outside, hearing the chime of the doorbell, to see both men patiently waiting for you.

“I was wondering if you would come,” Hob joked.

You gestured to your bag, “Well, you have my stuff.”

“Do I?” He glanced down at his hand to the bag filled with a laptop, textbooks, and notebooks. He lifted it up and down as if testing the weight and physics of it. “Huh, I guess I do.”

“Hob, seriously, please -“

“One night.”

You blinked, “Excuse me?”

“Just take one night off.”

“Hob, I can’t. I have so much work that needs to be done.” You started rubbing your head again, feeling a new headache blooming. “Not to mention a part time job I have which also takes up all the studying time I need and -“

“And that, love, is precisely why you need one night.”

Your shoulders dropped.

“Please,” Hob asked - begged. He hated seeing you like this. “We can all go to my apartment which isn’t too far from here. And anything you want, we can do.”

“But -“

“Overworking yourself will only cause you damage in the end,” Morpheus added. “Sparing a single night should provide some aid, whether it may be a decent meal, a calming distraction, or simply just rest.”

You rubbed your face with a loud groan.

They were right.

You knew this. Of course you did. You knew it from the beginning. You, however, were being stubborn for stubborn’s sake.

“Alright, alright,” you dropped your hands, staring at the pair. “Lead the way.”

Hob beamed while Morpheus offered a more reserved smile.

Minutes later, and grumpily trudging behind the pair of men, you found yourself in Hob’s apartment. You strolled in. Glancing around, you found it to be exactly how you remembered it.

Cozy.

Just like him.

“Now, I will be hiding this,” Hob announced, swinging your bag around. “And you will sit down.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is hiding it really necessary?”

“For you, yes. Now, relax.”

Hob gestured to the couch as he walked down the hall to stash your bag. However, you already had an inclination where your bag will be going, but you let him have his fun for now. You huffed, but flopped down onto the couch. Your body instantly sighed in relief. The couch was heavenly compared to the stiff padding of the booth at the tavern. Or the desk chair in your apartment. Or the park bench you occasionally went to.

The couch was like cotton and cloud for your exhausted body.

Oh, yeah, you needed this more than you cared to admit.

Morpheus politely sat down next to you, perfectly straight and proper.

“How about I get us some tea?” Hob returned with his hands on his hips and his usual giddy smile.

“Please,” you responded.

“Of course, love. Morpheus?”

“Yes, please.”

Hob smiled. “Alright, be back in a jiff.”

He strolled off into the kitchen.

You lolled your head back, staring up at the ceiling. Your mind, despite their efforts, already turned back to all the work needed to be done. The first final coming up, the late shift you would work tomorrow, the studying group you promised you would attend in the coming days, this and that, and more and more things to be done. Anxiety crept back in. It curled around your heart, squeezing and squeezing and -

“Are you okay?”

You jumped, whipping your head over to Morpheus. You had completely forgotten he was beside you, or actually forgotten where you were. “What? Oh, right, uh yeah I’m okay.”

Morpheus cocked an eyebrow. He clearly didn’t believe you.

You waved your hand, dismissing him. “I’m good, just … tired.”

Tired of the stress, tired of the late nights, tired of all of it.

“Then rest.”

“Later.” You mumbled, a poor excuse for a joke.

Morpheus reached over, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You need rest.” His voice was filled with concern, and very tender.

Your heart sang in your chest, and all your arguments left - excuses gone. You exhaled loudly and unknowingly leaned into his touch. Your eyes drooped with exhaustion. “I know.”

“Come here.” He guided you, allowing you to rest your head in his lap. You eyed him wearily, but he simply nodded - affirming he was perfectly okay with it. Still a little reluctant at first, you awkwardly scooted and carefully laid your head in his lap. The second your head touched his lap all the tension fell off your shoulders.

You sighed, curling up into him. “Thank you.”

“Shhh, it is nothing. Now, sleep,” Morpheus whispered. His index finger caressed the spot between your brows. “We will be with you.”

His low voice was the lullaby you needed. It hummed, ringing softly in your ears as your eyes fluttered closed. In your next breath, you were sound asleep.

Hob strolled in with a tray of steaming cups of tea, along with milk and sugar if need be. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. His eyes softened at the sight of you, asleep in Morpheus’s lap. He set the tray down on the coffee table and quietly shuffled over. He softly caressed your cheek.

“You’re doing, I suppose?” Hob’s eyes flickered up to Morpheus.

Morpheus stroked your hair. “Only a gentle push.”

“Good, she needs this.”

“Shall we join her?” Morpheus’s eyes locked with Hob’s - the endless sea and sky meeting the steady earth.

Hob smiled. “Absolutely.”

A heavy ticking thudded, reverberating in your chest.

Tick.

You flinched.

Looking around, rows and rows of endless desks with hunched over people uniformly writing while all suspended in a white void. You wearily glanced down at your own desk to see a stack of passers with letters and symbols you could not decipher.

Anxiety and fear gripped your heart.

Tick.

You winced.

“You’ll never succeed.”

You tensed up. You hesitantly peered over to the closest desk. The person, with no face, looked at you. It titled its head as if examining you. A crack appeared where a mouth should be. It grew and grew revealing an inky black mouth with rows of razor sharp teeth. You reeled back.

“Why try if you will only fail in the end?” It spoke in a chilling voice while smiling at you.

“You are nothing.” A new voice chimed in.

You whipped your head around seeing another faceless person staring at you with that sickening smile.

“Failure.”

More and more heads turned looking at you, smiling with all their teeth.

“You will amount to nothing.”

“Worthless -“

“Enough.” A voice boomed. Everything started to shake. “This nightmare is over.”

Blackness blanketed over you.

The seat fell from beneath you. You were falling. Yet, you didn’t mind it. You closed your eyes, utterly relieved and sunk into the familiar darkness.

You sighed, cracking open your eyes.

A cascade of colors bathed over you. Rolling onto your back, you stared up.

A dome.

You were in a stained glass dome. The glass depicted the shifting seasons from the icy winter white of snow, to the orange and red hues of autumn leaves, to the kaleidoscope of flowers of a bright spring, and the evergreens of lively summer. Sitting up, you squinted towards the horizon off to your left. Far off outside of the dome was a beach with its gentle waves breaking against the pale yellow sand. To the right, there was a doorway with a black curtain leading off elsewhere, leading into a building, or castle, to be explored.

But, why would you leave?

The colors were so vibrant, and unseen since your recent secluded days. The high sun kissed over your skin like the warmth of a lover’s embrace. Your heart was at ease, and your mind had nearly - nearly, not quite - forgotten all of its worries and fears from the earlier nightmare. Not to mention, the room was a gigantic bed. It screeched from side to side filled with the finest, and softest, silk sheets and an array of cotton pillows. It was like clouds plucked out of the sky for you to sleep and rest on.

Your hands ran over the sheets, and smiled to yourself.

However, your eyes caught something else.

Something on you.

You didn’t notice it at first, but wore a simple black lingerie dress. It was almost unnoticeable against your skin. So breathable, and so comfy. You touched the silky material as your smile grew on your lips. You shook your head in disbelief.

What a weird, but lovely dream.

You fell back into the soft sheets. Your mind has created the perfect place for you to relax. If only -

“Hello, love.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, and you immediately shot up.

Both Hob and Morpheus were sitting before you in your dome of colors and serenity. Hob, unlike his sweater and jacket he wore before, now wore a plain white shirt and grey sweatpants. Morpheus, on the other hand, still wore what you remembered - black shirt and jeans with his signature coat.

Hob chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, no, you’re good.” You waved him off.

Yet, before anyone could speak or move, you stared at them - entranced by them. You cocked your head, puckering your lips in thought at the pair. Before you knew it, you crawled over to them, drawn to them as always.

Your eyes flickered between them.

How is this just a dream?

You reached out and gently touched Hob’s face. He didn’t move away, he simply watched you - watched as your face scrunched up in thought. And he couldn’t deny how adorable he thought you looked. He loved how your nose wrinkled. But, his thoughts soon vanished, stolen by your delicate touch and your loving eyes. A smile twitched on your lips as you brushed back a loose strand of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. Your fingers then traced down his cheek, over his stubble.

Your gaze then shifted to Morpheus. You cupped his face with one hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone. Your smile widened. Morpheus had seen your smile dozens of times, yet it still made his heart flutter at the sight. A dozen and one more times, he thought, he would always want to see it one more time. However, it was quickly wiped away.

You dropped your hand - surprised by your own boldness - and pulled back from them. “I’m sorry, I - I don’t know why I did that.”

It all feels so real. Even for a dream.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Morpheus said as his heart longed for your touch again.

“We are here for you, whatever you want.” Hob added, eager to please you in any capacity.

You laughed through your nose. What a strange dream.

Morpheus cupped your face, returning the gesture. “This is far more real than you may understand.”

You threw him a lopsided smile. “Oh really?”

“Yes.”

You paused considering his conviction.

“Okay,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. You weren’t sure if you truly believed him or not, but you didn’t mind being here with these two. Dream or not, you wanted to be nowhere else and to forget your worries for a blissful moment.

To stay here forever.

Hob grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “So, what do you want, love?”

Your eyes flickered between the two men. A dizzying warmth spread over your chest, as two pairs of eyes bore into you. Thoughts and feelings you pushed aside for so long resurfaced. Dream or not, they were both here, and you couldn’t deny yourself any longer. You licked your lips, “I think you know what I want.”

Hob smirked. His lips trailed up your arm to your ear. “Tell us. We wish to hear it.”

You shivered.

Morpheus, still holding your face, leaned in closely. His lips barely brushed over yours. “Tell us, sweet one.”

Oh dear lord.

“You,” you shaking breathed out, “both of you. I … I want both of you.”

Morpheus smiled. “Anything for you.”

He captured your lips, and you melted. Your hands latched into his shirt, and dragged him closer. Your lips slowly moved together, learning each other’s needs, learning how your body fit together. Like how his sweet lips slot between yours, how his hand cupped the side of your face, how his fingers danced over your cheek, or how quickly he consumed your senses.

You, however, with Morpheus on your lips, you forgot about Hob. A mistake. Hob snuck around, sitting behind you. He dipped his head, slipped off your thin strap of your dress, and his lips skimmed over your bare shoulder - a feathery touch gone unnoticed. His tongue, on the other hand, was more demanding. He licked at the nape of your neck.

The sensation made your gasp.

With your lips parted, Morpheus slipped his tongue inside tasting you for the first time. Morpheus, being an Endless, was never religious. He didn’t need it. Yet, in that moment, he wanted to thank any and all creators for their hands in your creation.

So sweet, so delectable.

You whimpered, clinging to Morpheus.

Hob smirked against your skin. He always enjoyed the noise you could make. In all his years, your sounds were the best and only music he could listen to forever on repeat in his immortal lifespan. His teeth barely grazed you, and you instinctively shivered.

He bit down.

You moaned.

And Morpheus greedily swallowed up the sound.

Hob gently sucked your skin then ran his tongue over the new bruise to soothe any pains. Then he repeated the process again and again and again. He loved creating his little love bites all over you.

You squirmed and whined until finally breaking the kiss with Morpheus. You breathlessly peered at him with droopy eyes. Morpheus chuckled. Such a beautiful sight, he thought. His thumb swept over your swollen bottom lip. All our doing.

His eyes darted behind you.

Hob quirked a brow at the Endless.

A conversation passed.

Before you could ask, Hob wrapped his arms around your waist bringing your back to his chest. “Relax,” Hob hummed.

You laughed once.

Hob smiled, and nibbled on your ear. While, Morpheus sank down in front of you. Your heart leapt into your throat. His hands, with his slender fingers, traced down your sides, down the frankly thin fabric. You let out a shaky breath, closed your eyes and leaned back into Hob - who happily supported you. Hob bent his head and began kissing over your bare shoulder again. You craned your neck to the side, completely giving yourself over.

Heavenly.

You were in blissful heaven.

With Hob’s lips marking your skin once again, you nearly forgot about Morpheus. His hands skimmed over your thighs and slowly inched up your dress until all the fabric bunched up at your hips. And to his delight, nothing was underneath.

Morpheus’s heart seized at the sight.

His eyes flickered up.

Feeling his piercing gaze, you cracked your eyes open. Your lust filled eyes dropped down to him between your legs. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded - a plea to him.

Morpheus’s eyes sparkled.

If your lips tasted just as sweet then - he shivered in anticipation. He could only imagine. He tenderly, with the utmost care, lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder. Your breath hitched. Morpheus, making eye contact with you, kissed your thigh - a delicate butterfly kiss, almost nothing. He kissed again, inching closer.

You squirmed, needing him now.

Hob’s arms tightened around your waist. “Patience, love,” he whispered in your ear.

Patience? You groaned in frustration.

Hob chuckled. He kissed your neck again. “Let him have his fun.”

Hob could help but internally praise Morpheus’s restraint. Yet, he also knew the Endless enjoyed his minor taunts.

Morpheus nipped your thighs.

Your hands flew down, latching into his dark locks. You jerked his head - a tiny motion - silently encouraging, and begging, him. Morpheus did not budge.

“Do I need to tie your hands?” Hob whispered into your skin. “So eager, but so impatient.”

Morpheus having crept closer, his breath fanned over your dripping folds.

You shivered, biting your lip to prevent the horrendous amount of noises and pleas waiting to erupt out of you. Your grip tightened on Morpheus’s hair then muttered a quiet single, “Please.”

Morpheus’s eyes flickered up, looking at you. You breathed heavily, your chest rose up and down almost in sync with his - the heavy breath of anticipation. Your eyes blown wide, like craters, filled with lust and desire.

His galaxy blue eyes darted to Hob. Hob shrugged a little. ‘Do as you wish’, it told him. So, Morpheus decided to dive in. His mouth latched on your folds, and he groaned. His fingers dug into your thigh, bruising it.

It was far better than he could imagine.

Your mouth fell open, and you arched your back.

His tongue swirled around, tasting every inch of you. He buried his face, making his nose brush over your clit.

You whimpered.

“How is she, Morpheus?” Hob asked in a teasing tone.

Morpheus only hummed.

You moaned, tightening your grip in Morpheus’s chaotic wind swept hair. You closed your eyes, panting. Morpheus’s tongue was divine.

Hob grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side towards him.

You slowly opened your eyes, peering up at him. Hob smiled, while running his thumb over your bottom lip. “My love, nothing tastes better than you.”

Your skin crackled with fire.

He pecked your lips. And his hands once locked around your waist, now wandered over your body. You sighed in bliss. His hands moved upward, then cupped and played with your breasts. He teased your perked nipples, enjoying your tiny whimpers. While Morpheus’s mouth never stopped and you rose higher and higher.

You bucked your hips, trying to ride his face.

Morpheus moaned, and grabbed your hips to keep them in place. His grip was ungodly strong and unwavering. His mouth pulled away slightly, only to dove in again and began to suck on your clit.

You gasped.

He kept doing it over and over, making you whine and turn into a mess - a puddle. You tried to move, but he kept you where he wanted you.

To have his fun with you.

He peered up between your legs.

Your eyes were squeezed close, and you buried your face into Hob, while Hob still played with the rest of your body. Morpheus smirked. His tongue dipped back between your folds, swirling and tasting you again.

“Morpheus,” you moaned his name in warning.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue. He buried himself deeper into you. Yes, he thought. He wanted to feel you come undone, he wanted to taste all of you. With a single finger, it snaked around and toyed with your clit.

You moaned, loud and without a care.

Morpheus hummed.

You whined at the vibrations. “Morpheus.”

You couldn’t think, all you could do was focus on his tongue and finger - not to mention Hob only fueling this growing fire. Morpheus hummed again, and swirled his tongue around.

And finally you cried out, coming around his tongue.

Hob quickly kissed you and swallowed up your sounds. His lips curled into a smirk as you whimpered. Morpheus worked you through your high as you squirmed and whined. He happily, and eagerly, licked up every drop. When he finally pulled away, his mouth and chin was covered in your juices.

You broke your kiss with Hob, gasping for air. Then when you looked at Morpheus, your heart skipped. More air stolen from you.

“Come here, Morpheus.” Hob said.

Morpheus shuffled over, and already knew what Hob wanted. Morpheus leaned down and kissed Hob. Hot and heavy. Hob grabbed Morpheus’s face and slipped his tongue inside tasting you and Dream on his tongue.

Hob moaned. Amazing, he thought. He slowly broke the kiss, staring up at Morpheus. Morpheus only smiled softly down at him.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “My turn.”

Breaking out of Hob’s arms, you pushed Morpheus into his back and crawled over him. Your hands already started to make do with his jeans. You desperately wished to return the favor.

Hands, however, wrapped around your hips, yanking you backwards.

You gasped, now on your hands and knees.

“Oh, now don’t go and forget about me, love.” Hob leaned over and brushed his lips next to the shell of your ear.

Shock melted away. You chuckled, and pushed your hips back grinding slightly on him. He groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “I would never,” you replied cheekily. “Maybe you should be more patient.”

Hob laughed. “Oh, really?”

“And actually,” you looked between the two men, “this position is giving me an idea.”

Hob and Morpheus glanced at each other, then down to you. Hob smiled, kissing your shoulder and down your back. “Okay, if this is what you want,” he whispered.

You looked behind you to Hob and his curious eyes. His fingers danced over your hips, still unsure. Then you glanced up to see Morpheus now in front of you, and his asking eyes. He gently cupped your face, tilting your head back.

“Absolutely,” you breathed out.

With a snap, both of the men’s clothing vanished.

Dreams are truly the best.

Your eyes dropped to Morpheus’s hard cock a few inches from your face, and you licked your lips. You wanted to please him and Hob. Hob, without warning, teased your entrance, dipping the head of his cock between your folds. You instantly dropped your head, whispering a string of curses. Hob smiled, wide and proud. “Are you ready, love?”

You peered over your shoulder seeing his smug face. You immediately pushed back, letting him sink in farther into you. His smugness evaporated. His face twisted in pleasure and let out a small whine.

You laughed once, then turned your head to Morpheus. “I’m ready,” you said, looking up at him.

Morpheus nodded, swallowing a bit of his nerves.

You opened your mouth and Morpheus slowly slipped his cock in. You hummed in delight at the salty taste. Morpheus let out a shaky breath. Hob then pushed inside of you, which made you moan. Morpheus hissed, and quickly grabbed your hair.

You slowly bobbed your head, taking Morpheus as much as you could. You ran your tongue under him, and he hummed - or whimpered? It was so faint, almost unheard. Just a low hum in his chest.

It was slightly awkward at first as the men tried to find their pace. Each one didn’t want to hurt you, but the more you hummed encouragement, the more they let loose. Hob moved faster, and Morpheus began to rock his hips sliding in and out of your mouth.

You loved this sensation, loved being filled by each of them.

You peered up, sneaking a glance, to see Morpheus slowly come undone. His resolve, his cool exterior disappeared. He tilted back his head, his chest heaved, and his lips parted gulping for air.

As if sensing your eyes, he peered down at you. His breath hitched. You, on your hands and knees, stared up at him through your lashes. Your lips wrapped around his cock, glistened.

It was erotic, and only he and Hob could ever see this.

He shuddered.

You hummed, relaxing your jaw and taking him deeper - letting him kiss the back of your throat.

Morpheus moaned, dropping his chin to his chest.

Hob smiled, watching the pair of you. It was perfect for him. To watch these two people he cherished most, and for all of you to be in this moment. It was more than he could ever ask. His heart soared.

As the two men worked in sync, filling you up, you moaned.

Dream or not, you had never felt this amazing before. You wanted nothing else. However, soon Hob’s pace was unpredictable, he was fast then slow. He constantly teased you to the edge only to pull back. You tried to push back, but with his hands on your hips you were at his mercy.

So, you turned back to Morpheus, wishing to see him come undone. You swirled your tongue around Morpheus - a curious test.

He moaned, completely sensitive.

Giddy, you did it again.

He bucked his hips faster.

You hummed.

He clenched his jaw at the dizzying vibrations. His cock twitched in your mouth. You smirked to yourself. You continuously hummed more and louder, and swirled your tongue, coaxing him.

“(Y/N),” he groaned.

It was a warning, and the only word he could speak.

You glanced up at him. His eyes connected with yours, those vast blue eyes nearly a black hole. You moaned once more. Morpheus bucked his hips, and came.

You swallowed up everything.

Breathless, Morpheus pulled himself out, and bent down kissing your lips. “You did amazing,” he whispered.

You smiled against his lips.

“But I believe someone else needs your attention.” He mumbled.

Before you could do anything, Hob lifted you up, and flushing your back to his chest.

You giggled.

Turning your head, you pecked Hob’s lips. Yet, he quickly grabbed your face, and snuck his tongue inside tasting yourself and Morpheus. He hummed, swirling his tongue around. You whimpered, and grinded down on his cock.

Hob broke the kiss. “Fuck, love.”

You let out a breathy laugh.

“Hold on.” Hob lifted you and turned you around to face him. You sank back down, sighing. He shuddered.

You slowly moved up and down. Hob began to match your pace. You grabbed Hob’s face, and pressed your forehead to his. You pecked his nose, watching as he smiled. You missed being this close to him.

You rolled your hips. His smile dropped into a frown as he moaned. You especially missed hearing such sounds from him. You rolled your hips again then started to move faster.

Oh how he stretched and filled you, hitting parts of you, you never expected. “Hob,” you moaned.

“You're doing great.” His arms wrapped around you, pressing you up against him. He needed to have you close.

Your bodies moved up and down, bringing you both closer to your end. You grinded down hard.

Hob hissed. “Oh, just like that, love.”

It was becoming sloppy and messy, each of you carnal and desperate for release. Hob’s lips were instantly on yours. He could never tire of your lips. He dreamt of them constantly. It felt perfect against his, as if meant to be.

You whined.

Hob thrusted up, hitting deep within.

“Hob,” you muttered against his lips.

“I know, I know”.

His hands skimmed down your back, and his finger dug into your hips. He helped and lifted your hips, pounding you down onto him. The feeling built and built, feelings nearly lost and forgotten. You carded your fingers in his hair, tugging in those lovely strains. He groaned. You grinded down again.

“Come for me, love.” He hummed.

He wanted to see it again.

Your heart fluttered.

In the next thrust, you moaned out his name as your wall clamped down around him. Hob smiled. Your eyes closed, and titled your head back. Your mouth fell open as sweet sounds tumbled out.

Hob kissed you again, and quickly followed behind. And he continued to work you through both of your orgasms. “Fuck,” you hissed.

He chuckled, and finally slowed down.

You pecked his lips once more before falling backwards into the sea of blankets and pillows. Breathless, and now exhausted, you curled into comfort. Hob and Morpheus shared a look, one of love. Each man fell by your side, and snuggled into you. Each one holding you, and bringing themselves closer.

Hob kissed your shoulder. “Now, relax, love.”

Morpheus kissed your temple. “We will always be here for you.”

Their words swirled around and around.

Until you closed your eyes.

And fell asleep within a dream.

Inhaling, the sunlight streamed in through the opposing window. You cracked open your eyes, glancing around. You were in a bedroom, unlike the living room you do remember falling asleep in. But, you weren’t alarmed in any way. Instead, just warm. Warm and at peace.

Your wonderous dream lingered. Even now, your body ached. Their hands and lips left phantom touches all over your body.

You turned your head.

Hob’s kind face, basked in the morning glow. His mouth parted as he gently snored. He smacked his lips, then snuggled closer into you. You smiled, trying not to laugh. Looking to the other side, Morpheus slept. His face at ease, picture perfect like a marble statue.

All your worries were forgotten for this beautiful moment. You closed your eyes, enjoying their warmth.

Just a few more minutes.

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