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minor rambling under cut

here is the folder with all of them. staring at me. Blink motherfucker, BLINK!!!!!!!! (Dont mind the silly names, I am both bad at names and hate boring names)

anyway, this was a fun little series for me!!!! I plan to do some more with dr duos and trios I like. Probably Miu and Kiibo and definitely sayaka+leon (murder themed). I am working on getting back into animation and these simple animations are a nice way to practice subtle movements (a weak point) and eyes (an even weaker point)

hope you all have enjoyed! I really appreciate all the kind words I've received for my silly animations

perfect liars — blue lock, profootballer!itoshi sae x idol!reader, fake dating, alcohol mention, one shot, 4.5k-ish words

"You're really bad at this."

There's laughter hidden in your voice, a smirk teasing at the edge of your lips. He's been around you often enough now that he can catch that particular glimmer in your eye that means you're amused. At his expense. Again.

Itoshi Sae knows he's not infallible — he may be called a genius, but that's for the soccer field. Still, it grates — he's not bad at relationships, it's just that this one is fake.

"You're going to get scolded by your manager again," Sae says blandly. You pay him no mind, looping your arm around his and pressing your fingers into his bicep before tugging you both forward to survey the display of jewelry.

"And you're going to violate the contract," you say cheerfully, reaching for a pair of earrings with summer ocean gems. Your voice is lilting, musical, the familiar syllables of home standing out starkly against the murmurs of Spanish all around you. "What do you think?"

"You don't care what I think."

You snort, and it's the first crack in your picture perfect facade he's seen all day. "True, but c'mon, Itoshi, at least act like you enjoy my company."

Right. Sae pretends to spare another precious second looking at the earrings before smoothly sliding his card over to the attendant. You bat your eyelashes up at him, still clinging to his arm. "Thanks, loverboy."

His chest clenches uncomfortably. Sae knows you're making fun of him, but there isn't much he can do about it. For the sake of his career — and yours — the show must go on.

You tuck the earrings into your purse and he holds a hand out for you at the door, suppressing a tiny flare of victory when you flash him an approving lift of your eyebrows. For someone whose face is constantly plastered on giant billboards and magnified through close ups on tv, you know how to downplay everything, looking like just another girl on these not-so-secret "dates". Still pretty and charming, but with none of the star power that turns heads and captivates stadiums.

This is what you're counting on as the two of you return to the peaceful, sleepy streets of a smaller shopping district way outside the city, and the reason Sae isn't wearing a hat to hide his bright red brown hair.

"Exposure, but not too much," his manager had said. "Be seen, but not mobbed."

"Where should we go next?" you ask, squeezing his hand. "The shop attendant just snuck a photo of us, by the way. Lean down like you're going to whisper in my ear."

Sae raises an eyebrow. "Don't kiss my cheek again."

He leans close enough for his lips to brush your ear, which would be more than enough for the camera you're both playing for — but then he murmurs, low, just for you, "Are you wearing my cologne?"

He's rewarded with another crack in your mask — heat radiates from your cheeks as you blush. You lower your lashes and avoid his gaze like you're shy, but he catches it again. That glimmer in your eye.

"It fits my image," you say. "And it smells nice."

Sae lets you tug him down the street once you deem your fake photo op accomplished, depending on your sense for these things to take the lead. He's never cared about his image to the public unless it gets in the way of his chances to play professional football, which is the only reason he signed that contract with you in the first place.

Cold. Rude. Unmarketable.

None of that mattered until his professional football team decided it did, and then his manager was scrambling to find a solution and somehow Sae ended up with you.

You — an idol with a reputation for making waves. Far from being the nation's sweetheart, but famous enough. Your label leaped at the chance to get you a foothold in the international market, and Sae's manager agreed as a way to spike his popularity rankings high enough to offset his attitude.

Privately, though, Sae has a feeling he just pissed off the wrong people in management.

"You have practice tomorrow, Itoshi?" you ask. Your hand is still tucked into the crook of his arm. It does something strange to his insides, seeing your fingers wrapped around his jacket, but he puts that thought away for later.

"Yes."

"Hmm," you hum, "and have your teammates mentioned me at all?"

Sae raises an eyebrow and says dryly, "Planning on ditching me already? And here I thought we were in love."

You laugh and stick a little closer to his side. "I only have eyes for you, Itoshi, don't worry. No, I was just asking because I think you need some props. We don't want anyone getting suspicious!"

"Props," he repeats. "We already changed our phone screens. What more is there?"

"You know… like, you should keep one of my hair ties on your wrist," you suggest, "or you can 'accidentally' have my makeup bag in your gym bag. Oh! I know — how do you feel about marks?"

Sae just looks at you. "Marks."

"Yeah," you grin up at him impishly, and Sae sees a glimmer of why you're so beloved on variety shows. "Don't you want proof? That you fuck?"

"You're just horny."

You laugh out loud at that. "Well, it's not like I can sleep with anyone else while we're together," you say, "but no, I just think it'd be good proof that we're really together. You're supposed to be attractive, right? That means I'd definitely jump your bones at some point."

Sae doesn't deem that with a response.

You drop the topic, but Sae can tell you're still thinking about it. Every step feels weighted, heavy. He can feel every brush of your body against his arm as you tug and nudge him around the town, until the considerable weight of his attention is narrowed down to the places where your body presses against his own.

"Here." You fish out a bucket hat from your purse and hold it out to him. "Your disguise for sneaking into my hotel room."

"I don't need to prove anything to my teammates," Sae says. You slip the hat onto his head and adjust it for a moment, apparently ignorant of any sense for personal space. He catches a whiff of your scent — his scent — and his gut clenches weirdly. "They're the ones who should be proving themselves to me if they want to receive my passes."

"This isn't about football," you murmur, rolling your eyes. "This is about sending a message."

Whatever. Sae watches as you pull on a bucket hat as well and pause in front of a storefront window to check your reflection. "Isn't the point to be recognized?"

"Not really," you hum, sliding your hand into his and lacing your fingers together naturally. "It would be good for your teammates to talk, but we don't actually need sleazy hotel pap pics."

You don't do anything in particular to hide your faces or linked hands as you take him back to your hotel and up to your room, probably banking on the fact that the city is busy enough to hide what's in plain sight. Sae flexes his fingers when you drop his hand to shut the door.

"Take off your shirt," you say. Sae looks at you. "You can take off your shoes, too, if it'll make you more comfortable. This shouldn't take that long, though."

"Should I be offended?" Sae shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up. The clink of the hanger is loud in the silence of your room.

"You never answered my question," you say, fingering the hem of his shirt. Your eyes are liquid depths in the sunset painting the room. "Are you okay with this?"

It's for your careers, isn't it? Sae doesn't know what he would do without football. "Yes."

You tug at his shirt and he pulls it off, drops it on your bed along with the hat. "Oh, you are hot," you murmur. Sae tucks away his smirk.

He must not do a very good job of it, because you grin up at him and it's teasing and you're nudging him back until his knees hit the mattress. He sits and plants his hands behind him, watching you. "Do you do this often?"

"Nope," you reply cheerfully. Sae waits. You climb onto his lap. "Are you ticklish?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you."

You laugh a bit under your breath, dipping down to brush your lips along the sensitive skin of his neck. Sensitive — Sae's used to full body tackles and skinship due to the nature of the game, but it's different with you in his arms like this. Like — this, with your hands resting on his back, your hair tickling his cheek. Your waist soft beneath his hand as he reaches out to stabilize you.

You're hovering above his lap, apparently a little more conscious of personal space now, but then you press your lips to his collarbone and he hisses low.

"Sorry," you murmur, lips still close enough to brush skin, "did I hurt you?"

"No," he says curtly.

Sae holds still as you hum and begin to worry at his neck, alternating between kissing and sucking, nipping here and there and licking soothingly as you work your way down. You pay special attention to the slope of his shoulder where it meets his collarbone, your nails digging lightly into the muscles of his back as you sink lower.

Heat blooms embarrassingly beneath your touch, tendrils zipping quietly along his nerves as he clenches his jaw shut. You don't seem to notice, settling firmly into his lap with a sigh that makes his blood burn.

"I'm gonna scratch your back a bit," you warn, and Sae can't help but tense as you drag your nails down his bare back.

He keeps his tone cool and unaffected when you lift your head to meet his eye. Arousal drips through his veins, heats up his skin. "Are we done yet?"

Your gaze drops to his neck and shoulders and your head tilts critically. It's not cute, but you're warm and soft and sitting directly on his crotch. Sae is — apparently — a weaker man than he thought. "Should I do the other side, too, or do you think you would've flipped me over by now?"

Brazen. Sae slides his hand from your waist to your thigh. "If we were doing this," he says evenly, "we would still be in the foyer."

"Oh."

It's silent for a breath. You blink up at him slowly, and then a smile dawns, dazzling and bright in the light of the setting sun. "So you do think I'm hot," you say smugly.

Sae narrows his eyes. "Don't be stupid."

You're being very warm and distracting. "Let me leave a few more marks on your back, and then you can get out of here."

By the time you're satisfied with your handiwork, you've added a few more hickeys to his chest, bright and blooming, and the lines along his back burn pleasantly with every shift of his muscles. It doesn't take you long, but it feels endless, time stretching out like taffy.

Sae watches you impassively as you lean back in his lap. The movement brings your hips directly against his dick, and he knows you can feel him. He's hard. You're — so warm. You could grind against his cock and bring both of you to dizzying heights with a simple shift of your hips.

But you just smile and pat his chest — tap tap.

"Will you tell me how your teammates react?" you ask, climbing off his lap and dislodging his hand resting on your thigh.

"Maybe," Sae says. He pulls his shirt back on and you hold out the bucket hat. He takes it, deliberately brushing his fingers along yours, just to watch you shiver. "If you're good."

Sae isn't sure what you expected, but you text him after practice the next day with a selfie and a few question marks in a row.

He leaves you on read.

Sae's teammates stare when he takes his shirt off, and a few whistles pierce the locker room chatter. He pays them no mind, gathering up his things for the shower, but Oliver slings an arm over his shoulders before he can get very far.

"Don't tell me your idol girlfriend is actually a hellcat," Oliver says. "Isn't that against the rules? Her image is so…"

"Get off me," Sae says. Oliver always knows how to push his buttons, though Sae will never admit it.

Oliver drops his arm and flashes him a cheeky grin. "You should bring her out with us this weekend," he says, "I can help you show her a good time."

Sae rolls his eyes. "She already has me."

It shouldn't bother him, but the casual comment digs under his skin and sticks. He's witnessed Oliver's track record, the endless revolving door of girls and guys. It doesn't feel right to picture you in that lineup. Not that Sae cares — but your image would probably take a hit. And that wouldn't be good for him.

Sae washes off with a bit more force than necessary, something pleased curling in his gut with every subtle aching reminder of you in his lap just a day ago. Sae isn't a virgin, but it's been a long time, and his half hard cock seems to agree that perhaps it's been a little too long.

You've sent him another photo by the time he finishes moisturizing and pulling on clothes. This time it's a close up of your hand. You're flipping off the camera.

If he softens at his phone, that's just for him to know.

Sae: Not very patient, are we? You: did you know you have read receipts on? Sae: Yes. You: i just wanna know the results of my handiwork. throw me a bone, itoshi Sae: They noticed.

You don't have read receipts, so he has no way of knowing if you simply got pulled away or if you think the conversation is now over.

It digs at him, prods at his attention even as he leaves the locker room and Oliver's reissued invitation fades into a distant memory. Sae goes about his business, drinks his post practice protein shake and ignores his phone.

He knows you have work, even in another country — dance practice and vocal lessons and language homework. He knows your schedule is grueling and unglamorous, a high price to pay for fifteen minutes of fame.

But you normally message him back.

He's always been the one who's left you hanging. You have a tendency to shoot off messages like you don't have a brain-to-thumbs filter, sending texts back to back with abandon, though Sae's noticed it's mostly empty filler. He wonders if you've figured out that he's picked up on it, and if that's why you stopped.

You are a lot more observant than anyone else gives you credit for, but it's interesting to pick you apart. Sae keeps his phone turned face down.

He lets it vibrate the first time, barely glancing up from some tape he's watching, but by the third vibration he gets up to see if it's you.

You: why's your teammate inviting me to clubs on insta? You: i have an image, itoshi!! You: it looks fun tho………. i should be at the club……….. You: should i be at the club?? nobody here would recognize me, right?

Sae frowns and hits the "call" button before he can stop himself.

"Hi, babe," you sound cheerful, but there's a thread of exhaustion buried deep that makes Sae's frown deepen. "Is it weird that I've never been to the club?"

"They're overrated," he says flatly. "Your manager would kill you."

It's silent for a moment. In the background, Sae picks up the squeak of shoes against hardwood, the repetitive stomp and slide of dance practice going on without you.

"There are easier ways to get rid of me," you finally murmur. Your sigh echoes down the line. It takes you another moment, but then you add, "Haven't you wondered why my company's dating ban doesn't apply to me?"

Sae's vision snaps back into focus and he blinks down at his countertop. "You're the only idol they have with cross-cultural appeal."

You laugh quietly, and Sae closes his eyes. It's easier to hear your voice this way. "I'm beloved enough that they need me to self-implode. Wanna help, Itoshi?"

The club lights pulse and shimmer with the beat, loud and drowning. Sae watches you dance and cradles a cup to his chest, leans back against the wall as if it doesn't bother him one bit that you're swaying to the music with his teammate.

Oliver, to his credit, keeps his hands to respectable parts of your body. Only touches your bare shoulder or the lightest graze of your hip. Just enough to keep you in his space and others out.

Sae would respect that, normally. Would even appreciate it, if he hadn't taken the shots Oliver ordered for the three of you earlier.

But you're wearing some impossible slip of fabric and every flash of light cutting through the machine generated fog gives Sae an image of you burned into the back of his eyelids.

"Wanna help, Itoshi?"

"You want me to keep you from crashing and burning?"

"I want you to make it real."

Sae feels your hand slide up his chest and opens his eyes to meet yours. The light makes you look shimmery around the edges, softer than usual, a little hazy. You smell like his cologne.

"I want you to destroy me, Itoshi."

You take a sip from his cup of water before setting it aside, your other hand still flat on his chest. Sae doubts you can feel the rapid beat of his heart when the music rattles his bones, but he leans close anyway, tilts your chin up with one finger and kisses you.

The club disappears as your mouth opens beneath his, a sigh, a silent invitation. Sae dips in, tastes the refreshing coolness from his drink lingering in your mouth, and then your fingers clench his shirt and everything goes hot.

Everything boils down to this, to you. Sae knows people think he's cold, but you're gasping into his mouth and he's sliding his tongue between your teeth and you're kissing him back, wet and filthy and — and you're in public, shit.

The broken sound you make when he pulls back makes his dick throb concerningly in his pants and — when did he get so hard? Sae shakes his head slightly, meets your blown pupils with a hiss, holds you a tiny bit closer. Just to keep you upright, to keep this impossible outfit from exposing any more of your skin to everyone in the club.

"Is it 'cause I wasn't good?" you ask, breathless. Sae aches. "Why'd you leave me on read? How d'you want me? How can I be good for you?"

"I was just busy," Sae murmurs. He runs his fingers up your back, watches you shiver. "They were… impressed. Oliver called you a hellcat."

"And I'm good?" you press.

Sae dips down to kiss you again, spinning the two of you around so his back can be your shield. You cling to his shoulders and it makes him dizzy, makes him kiss you deeper, like you're really his girlfriend.

"I-Itoshi, you've been holding out on me," you gasp accusingly. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he groans into your cheek. Presses a kiss there, and then moves to the soft spot just below your ear. "I should've asked you to destroy me sooner."

Right. Sae pulls back but keeps you pinned against the wall, still close enough that he can feel every soft curve of you pressing against him. "Are you done with the club?"

There's that glimmer in your eye. Or maybe it's just the club lights reflecting every color under the sun in your irises — but it draws him in and he kisses you again, lingering at your lips. Far too soft for what you're asking, but you seem tipsy enough that this can be just for him.

Sae takes a small step back, tucks you into his side, scans the club for the quickest path to the exit. Oliver catches his eye across the crowded floor and tilts his head in question. Sae nods.

He ignores the knowing grin Oliver tosses his way.

You're quiet and — pliant, on the ride back to his apartment. Sae lets you hide kisses along the column of his neck in the taxi, corners you in the elevator ride up with only a huff of amusement when you blink up at him innocently.

"You smell good," you murmur. It's a feeble excuse for the soft brush of your lips on his skin, but he lets you do as you wish. It makes it easier for him to guide you into his cold apartment, to lock the door behind you and to kneel at your feet.

"Here," he says. A hand around your ankle, cradling the delicate bone. The clasps of your heels loosen and he slides them off, sets your bare feet into a pair of house slippers. You hold onto his shoulders as if you need help balancing.

"Itoshi…"

Sae grips your bare calf with an exhale and looks up. "Can you walk to the bathroom?"

You blink down at him, pouting even as you trace a pattern idly along his cheekbone. "You want me to take my makeup off before we fuck?"

Sae's pants are tight. You slide your fingers into his hair and tug lightly. He grunts. "We need to sleep."

"I thought you said you'd help destroy me," you murmur. Sae rises and scoops you up in one smooth motion, smirking to himself when you yelp and throw your arms around his neck. The house slippers fly off your feet with your flailing, but Sae just looks at you. "Itoshi!"

"We went to the club," he reminds you. It takes no effort at all for him to carry you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and shuffles around in a drawer. "Here."

You wipe your makeup off and brush your teeth obligingly, not even questioning why he has a spare toothbrush or makeup wipes available. Sae grunts when you wrap your legs around his waist like a koala, but he carries you to the bed without question.

He knows you can feel him — still hard — against your warmth, so it doesn't surprise him when you refuse to let go. Sae drops you onto the bed and his grip on your thighs gets stronger, fingers digging in to the soft muscles there. "Will you sleep in these clothes?"

You shake your head, pouting up at him prettily. "Undress me?"

"Do you let all of your fake boyfriends do this?" Sae asks idly, fingering the straps of your outfit.

"You know you're my first and only fake boyfriend." Even tipsy, you roll your eyes at him.

Sae snorts. It is far too easy to peel your clothes off, though you're loose limbed and only barely cooperating. Sae has to resist brushing his lips along each new inch of bare skin revealed to him, and it doesn't help that you watch his every move with that fucking glimmer in your eye.

You reach for him once you're in nothing but your panties, fingers tugging at the belt loops of his pants. Sae huffs and the sound is too fond even to his own slightly inebriated ears, so he draws the blankets up over your body and steps away before you can drag him in.

"Aren't you coming to bed?" you ask.

"I need to wash up. Go to sleep, you little troublemaker."

You're fast asleep by the time he finishes up, breaths coming out even and slow. Sae watches you for a moment. His apartment is small for a player of his status, but he's never seen a need for a guest bedroom because he never has guests.

Sae wakes up to an empty apartment. Daylight filters in and hits his living room couch from an angle he's never seen before. He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the silence.

His front door opens and shuts.

"Itoshi," you sing-song. "Are you still on the couch? Can I sit with you?"

You're cradling a paper bag and a tray of takeout cups, and you sit before he has a chance to fully move out of your way. "That shirt is too big for you," he says blankly.

"You can put your head here if you're still tired," you say cheerfully, patting at your lap. Sae eyes the pants you're wearing — stolen from his closet, rolled up at the bottom, cinched to your waist with a belt — and then sighs and lies back down. You grin at him.

"When did you wake up?" he asks. You take a sip of your drink and set his cup to the side for later. "You could have woken me."

"You were sleeping so peacefully," you say. The paper bag rustles as you reach in to break off a piece of pastry. "Besides, you didn't even touch me last night, and I was so defenseless. I thought maybe you were giving up on that part of the plan. So I didn't want to bother you."

"I'm not giving up," Sae says, blinking up at you slowly. The morning light makes you glow. "But I won't take advantage of you while you're drunk."

"I wanted you to," you say matter-of-factly. "I thought you said if we were doing this, we wouldn't make it past the foyer. I got all the way to your bed, Itoshi."

Sae frowns. "Do we actually need to fuck in order to destroy you?"

"It'll make you a better actor," you say casually. Sae catches your eye and you wink. "You're so stiff with me all the time my own group mates asked if it was real."

That makes him bristle, but he just clenches his jaw. You pop another bit of pastry into your mouth. "Is this part of your plan, then?"

"My agency thinks ruining my image will let them wipe their hands of me," you sigh and kick your feet a little. "The international market is different, though. I need something scandalous to keep me relevant. That's why I need you to destroy me… but you kind of suck at acting, Itoshi."

This relationship is fake. It's fake. Sae can be good at relationships. Girls have fallen for him many times. He knows he's attractive, and the evidence is clear that he could easily get a girlfriend any time he wants — even if he's never had time for one before. Still, it can't possibly be that difficult.

He reaches up and laces his fingers with yours. "Fine. I'll make the world believe we're in love."

You squeeze his hand and snort. "Good luck."

Aight I just gotta rant about something that pisses me off. Now if you've seen previous rants of mine, I know what you're thinking: "Omfg, another rant on this topic. Well, time to drop the hate bomb".

No, no, no, no, no. I'm not ranting about my usual rant topic (and I doubt I'll rant about it ever again). So I'm sure many of you reading this have that one friend that sends you videos all the time and messages you random shit all the time. Yeah, I have one of those. Now don't get me wrong, she's really nice and I'm glad we're friends. However, it can get annoying when we're messaging.

She texts me about the most random shit that I'm sure 95% of us ('us' referring to myself and you guys) would not care one bit about. She'll send me shit like "Look at my dog laying on my bed. He's so cute," and I'll be thinking to myself, "Cool, cool....am I supposed to be giving a fuck, tho?" Of course um not actually gonna say that because I want to be nice but damn can it be difficult sometimes.

The thing that bugs me the most is that sometimes she'll message me about a show she's watching (usually Criminal Minds), expecting me to be interested, which I'm not most of the time, but you know, if you wanna talk about a show you like, that's cool. And you know, I don't wanna be rude or sound curt so I try to give a good response (which always ends up becoming a huge conversion about said show) so as to at least seem like I care. But the part that bugs me so much is that whenever I talk about a show/movie I like, I just get "Oh, cool". I shit you not, I was just talking with her and I started the conversation by asking if she's ever seen A Silent Voice, or Koe no katachi as it is in Japanese (fuckin amazing movie, btw, I highly recommend it), and she responds with "No" so I go on to tell her what it is and how it is a very well-liked movie. And even though every time she mentions a show I respond with at least a somewhat interested response, all I get in return is "Oh, cool". Like, if you want me to at least seem interested in your shit, can you at least pretend to be interested in mine?

Tell me if any of you have that friend.

P.S.- I HIGHLY recommend A Silent Voice. It isn't one of those action-packed anime movies but it just has such a good story. That's just my opinion, tho, but it is a popular opinion because it got 95% rotten tomatoes and 97% liked it.

IT"S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Check out my animation of the title song from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, a horror musical from @teamstarkid You can watch the FULL stage show on their youtube channel!

https://youtu.be/PG3RDdyD_GQ?si=Rhxg6asT0MMoTTXd This clip features Jon Matteson as Richie, Will Branner as Max! The story and script is by Nick and Matt Lang, with music and lyrics by Jeff Blim!

omg my shaylass

Someone do this as thangyu pls and thanks

He did soooo well (ahh but it the last race was nerve wrecking)

Finally found some time for creating some aesthetics after being on holiday for 2 weeks, so stay tuned^^

She just blows me away every time. 🥹

the emotion she had singing these lines 🥺

Some of my many old kuno art

RIGHT NOW

𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 | gojo satoru.

SUMMARY: you wanted to surprise your roommate on his birthday but end up getting surprised yourself and find out he’s a popular camboy streamer.

CONTENT: f! reader, camboy!gojo, modern!au, overstim, cùnnilingùs, degradation, dumbification, praising, humor, switch gojo, puthy drunk gojo, edging, spanking, fìngerìng, crèampies, tummy bulge, he’s a brat, breath play, size kink, walked in on (pet names: angel, baby, pretty girl) — wk: 5k

MOD: my entry for @fuwushiguro‘s cybersex collab !! alsoooo this is a lil spin off of toji’s ver lmao >.^ enjoy the stream ! ;)

SONG INSPO.

“Huh? Why do you guys keep asking about my roommate,” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, before shaking his head with a faint giggle. He sat in his shared flat — spindling in his chair a bit that matched his icy blue set up, his cerulean eyes scanning through the tremendous amounts of love and awful thirsty comments he’d gotten. Gojo tilts his head with a sly shrug. “Nah, she’s not here. I think she went to go run some errands. Something like that,” and then he pauses, reading particular comments the many women asked and it made him laugh cheekily. “Yeah…. she’s pretty,” and then he pauses again — glancing down at the bright blue screen and his face burns up while his facial expressions cutely contorts. “Okay, now you guys are just saying some real horny shit. All I said was that she’s pretty!”

sukunascumrag: you were just getting off while thinking about her earlier—

dolly_lolly15: Lol no one cares twerk for us

tojisyummyexpiredpubes: Omg Gojo Y/N collab when??? You’d make bank

Gojo playfully rolls his eyes at the provocative lewd comments but couldn’t help but start to fantasize about you — the both of you were close friends, maybe there’d be some moments here and there but he didn’t really think of it much until now. And as he’s pondering deep in thought, blocking his chat and everything out— he doesn’t even realize that he’s stroking his already sensitive flaccid length.

“F-Fuck,” he sibilates, leaning back against his chair for his audience to get a view. Gojo‘s face was a deep flustered state once the image of you pops in his head, and a little whine slips out, wishing you were here — replacing his hand with maybe your hand… or your mouth. “Heh.. maybe you guys were right… Y/N‘s so…” and he pauses, letting off another shaky moan from his strokes before he freezes once he hears a familiar voice.

“Sorry I’m late, Satoru. Literally every store ran out of those little gummies you like and—” and you paused, taking the sight of Gojo in a slutty silk robe that complimented his bright eyes, hearing the occurring ding sound of the donations he got. You stood at the doorway, your mouth nearly agape slightly before you let off a conflicted giggle. “Were you just… I- you’re a camboy?” and then you furrow your eyebrows. “Is that….. my robe?”

Gojo blinks rapidly a few times before he covers himself — clearing his throat while looking up at you. “What- of course not, we just happen to own the same one!” and then his eyes briefly darts towards his viewers who are practically begging to see you as he mutters a quiet, “Guys not now!”

“Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously before strolling over towards him. Getting up directly behind Gojo, you lean forward while staring at the screen of the blue light that reflected against your face as you were almost in awe at how many people were watching your roommate’s stream. 12k? Beginning to think of the lewd things he probably did while you weren’t here started to make you feel hot a little. “Hi guys.” You smiled, slinging your arms over Gojo and your head‘s pressed against his while you skim through the comments.

sukunascumrag: I think I just came from hearing her voice

[MOD] getōsmonkeybusiness: ^ same

**yeagershairycoochie donated 153 hearts to the stream!**

definitelynottojifushiguro: How’d I even get here I was just looking up how to avoid paying child support wtf

Gojo looks up at you with widened eyes once you stare down at him sitting in his chair — and your eyes trail down his body. “So you’re really a camboy?” and your tone is genuinely curious, planting your hands onto the desk while staring at him, and oh Gojo‘s blushing so hard. He’s trying to play it off but he’s so embarrassed that you caught him. He was so distracted thinking about you that he totally forgot you were coming back.

“Yeah…” is all he says, and you catch him openly gawking at your body — you were dressed down minimally, but all you wore was a slight oversized uni hoodie with short jet black biker shorts underneath that practically looked like you wore nothing underneath. Gojo‘s blue eyes roamed everywhere, before he met yours again, speaking in a playfully nervous tone, “I- uh was gonna tell you! I just forgot we had plans for my birthday and uh.. I was having a subathon and—”

“Just say you wanna fuck me, Satoru.” You cut him off with a sweet giggle and he watches you plop down on your lap. Gojo‘s eyes immediately widens — feeling you straddle him, and he nearly lets off a grunt from feeling you shift a bit while feeling the little cameltoe between your legs graze against his excited hard cock that hid beneath his- well your robe.

Gojo stares at you with a timid dumbfounded look before he intakes a sharp breath, snaking his fingers near your waist. “I …wanna fuck you,” and you watch him stare at you with a glint of lust in his eyes, and let off a cute surprised gasp once you feel his slender fingers trail up your thigh and he gently pulls you into a deep and steamy kiss. He sort of expected you to pull away but you didn’t. Gojo grips onto your hips as you gently cup a hand near his right flustered cheek, feeling his tongue softly part between his pink lips and he lets off a little moan once he feel you deepen this kiss further — and he could taste the sweet saccharine filled lip gloss that coated your lips, it was sweet like enchanted honey.

After a while, the both of you pull back to recollect each others breaths — glistening faint trails of spit departing before Gojo suddenly lifts you up — placing you gently on the bed, frosty messy strands all in his face and there‘s such lust filled in his dilated pupils once he pulls you towards the edge of the bed. You sit up, watching him peel off your shorts with his teeth while staring forward at the chat — letting off a little teasing giggle. “You.. do know what you’re doing, right?”

“I know how to eat pussy!” Gojo retorts, and he his eyebrows contort as well — he genuinely sounded offended.

You stare up at him with a cheeky sly grin, unaware how much you were about to eat your own words from teasing him. Gojo makes sure his thousands of viewers can see his every move, sprawling your legs out a bit before he pulls you up just a bit before he makes one long stripe on the little pretty padded part your panties, intentionally staring up at you with low lidded eyes, and he could already taste how sweet and soaked you were.

“F-Fuck,” you sharply gasped — and you felt Gojo lean towards your thighs to coat the fat of your shaky legs with kisses and nip marks of his pearly whites but you yank his hair gently with a little moan leaving your mouth. “Don’t tease me, Satoru. Thought you were gonna eat m-me out.”

Gojo lets off a little giggle, starting to peel down your panties before he drags a pale thumb down your needy swollen cunt and stares up at you. “Heh. I‘m going to. Keep teasing me and I won‘t,” and your body shudders — feeling Gojo start to dig in, and you didn’t expect him to be sloppy because the first thing he does is gather a sheeny wad of spit — coating it on your pussy before starting to eat you out. One rough hand grips into your right thigh as you start to moan, already failing to keep your legs steady so he has to help pry them open with his face dug in between your legs. “Mmph— wanted to taste this sweet— pussy for s’long,” he‘d moan between each devouring suckle, and your chest starts to heave from his tongue that’s wandering all sorts of places of your cunt.

“Sat—oru,” you’d whimper, letting off a shaky breath from feeling his tongue slowly lick up and down between your puffy folds, making his tongue lay flat a bit so he can play with your clit more, until he starts to suck and suck as if he was some sort of ancient vampire— your pussy was appetizing to him, he couldn’t get enough. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gojo was already pussy drunk. “Oh my g—god your tongue,” you sobbed out, and it’s not long before your eyes reach towards the depths of your skull — combing your slender fingers through his white messy strands.

He’s so filthy, eating you out in such a salacious manner, one hand gripping onto your thigh as his head moved just a bit. Gojo‘s eating your pussy out like a starved man — you were feeding him so good, it’s safe to say he was addicted to your sweet cunt now.

You let off a trembling candied whine, gripping onto his hair as if it was velcro — your eyes darting towards the chat, the constant sounds of the donation notification continuously dinging, and you noticed since you showed up his viewer count doubled within minutes. The lights flashed within each of the messages flooding and you read some of them with dilated half-lidded eyes.

throatgoatbaby_17: why can’t i be y/n she’s so lucky :((((

definitelynottojifushiguro: Lol I can eat pussy better than that. Y/n hmu

itachiscumbucket: Bro was waitin his whole life to eat Y/N out-

“S’good,” Gojo moans, lolling out his tongue just a bit — and his frosty lashes were nearly closed, and he was definitely drunk between your folds. Your mouth opens up just a tad bit once you feel him easily insert a finger inside and you’re rested back against the fluffy cushioned box spring. He‘s real slow and gentle — completely opposite of his tongue before he slides another digit inside and you’re producing the most sweetened melodic moans imaginable, you were like this now from his fingers, you could only think of what his cock would feel like. Just imagining it was enough to make your mouth salivate and water. “Mh—fuck,” he‘d mumble — and his two fingers slowly piston in and out, pushing you closer and closer near the edge, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt squelching from the immense stimulations ring in his red tipped ears before he looks up at you with a sly grin, a little giggle leaving his throat. “Don’t be shy, pull on my hair a little angel.”

You hated how smug he was — even being propped between yours legs, so kinky. But you tug on his hair, grabbing a fistful of his white silky locks. Gojo lets off a giggle before a little slutty moan came directly afterward. But that‘s when you let off a loud shrilling whimper — feeling Gojo‘s slightly frigid tongue slurps your cunt clean but you also felt his two slender fingers curl in a lewd way, shimmying its way upwards until it tapped against your g-spot. “S—Satoruuu, right there please please… gonna cum— f-fuckkk..”

Gojo looks up at you with a cheeky grin — your slick well running down his chin before a little pout tweaks on his pink lips. “Cum…? Aw, but I‘m not done eating! Can’t you be a good girl and wait a little lo—”

“F-Fuck you Satoru please I can’t,” you merely sobbed, eyes rolling back from his tongue. The pool of heat that resided in your tummy continued to make an appearance and your ears started to ring. “Let me cum p—please,” and you feel him laugh against your clit — his tongue slowly dragging up and down, left and right while occasionally nibbling against your little throbbing nub as well as making plenty of love towards your clitoral hood with his mouth.

“Heh, go ahead.. I guess,” and his tone‘s still playful — finding it cute how you could barely hold onto his hair for leverage, hearing your little sweet breaths quicken and the back of your head plops against the bed, you let out the most sweetened orgasm. It sounds like a harmony, a lewd harmony at that, but it gets Gojo so hard knowing he made you sound like that. All from his tongue. “Mph—good girl.” he says between slurps and suckles, cleaning you real good with his tongue, making sure to not miss a single taste.

Once he breaks away from your mouth, Gojo pulls you in for a warm chaste kiss — and he moans in your mouth while you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. You taste sweet, and he gets on top of you, one hand gently caressing the middle part of your throat before breaking away once he lies you back, panting a bit with a flustered face.

Gojo opens his— your robe, and he’s ripped, completely lanky and chiseled, and your eyes immediately went towards his hard cock that presented itself to you and his audience on his cam show as well. Gojo‘s dick was pink and pretty, adequately well trimmed, a little droplets of excited pre-cum leaking from the sides and he had a little curve, and he had extreme girth. It was safe to say Gojo was big. “Ooh. Like what you see?” He giggled cheekily once he caught you staring, and he gave himself a few pumps — you rolled your eyes, turning away and he hums before crawling closer towards you. “Mmm. Be a good girl and spread your pretty legs, angel.”

You do, sprawled on the bed a bit while Gojo holds his length with one hand — another laid flat on your tummy, and he lets off a soft moan as he swiped the tip of his swollen eagerly pink tip against your folds, and he felt you already pulsating and throbbing. “S-Satoru,” you whined, feeling the arch in your back starting to commence. “Don‘t tease me.”

“Okay fineeee,” he playfully pouts — darting towards his screen, and he smiles, taking a few seconds to read off a list of top donators, thanking them for their tips and contributions before he turns to you, and he lets off a little shaky breath. “S’just— your pussy’s so pretty.” And then he starts to sink in and oh the way your jaw slowly starts to drop, that feeds his ego so good as he’s watching your little cunt try to take him fully — and he’s so big, stretching your pussy out like an elastic band.

“F-Fuckkk,” you quietly sibilated, nearly choking on your words as his girth introduced itself to your clit. Gojo‘s hand still laid on your tummy, and he trails it low to where the bulge started to form with a little smug grin — a thumb gently grazing against your sopping cunt. “S’big.. ‘toru you’re not gonna f—fit.”

Gojo tilts his head — white strands of hair nearly in his face and occluding his vision before he hums. “Awww, baby don‘t say that. I’ll make it fit just for you, don‘t worry!” and you glance up at him with dilated pupils, little hearts starting to form in them while you watch Gojo teasingly lift up your right leg and leans in close to you. “Didn’t know my roommate had s-such a tight cute pussy,” he huffs out — and he kisses your ankle before sinking in further and further until he’s at the hilt. “Ah, shit…. you feel so warm inside Y/N,” and you shudder once he gives you one thrusts that makes you let off a cute whimper — watching your entire body jolt from the impact. “H-happy birthday to me. This is the best present ever,” and he’s starting to roll his hips against you, a grip on your hip before nearly gnawing on his lip with a flustered face. “My roommie’s pussy— s’good.”

You let off a quavery honeyed whine as he’s buried deep inside you now — pulling on your hips and his face is burning up, a faint splash of red embedded on his cheeks as he can’t keep his eyes off you. Gojo‘s chat was going completely ballistic, the majority of his demographic of mostly women flooding the comments with the most filthiest things imaginable. Some were so incredibly jealous of you — their favorite pretty camboy‘s fucking you and not them, and for some reason it brings a little smile to your face.

“O—oh my goddd… ‘toru,” you gasped and you felt like you were gonna break, snap, and tear all at once. He was so ridiculously big — the hefty base of his cock repeatedly slapped against you, scratching such a good itch in your brain you almost lose your train of thought for a second. If you knew your stupid hot roommate could make you feel this good, you’d let him fuck you a long time ago. “Keep— fucking me like this and I’m gonna c-cum too quick.”

“Hmm. Then I’ll have to slow down, huh?” He teases, leaning up close to you with a smug grin, bringing a little peck on your chin. And you’re babbling — ferociously shaking your head and Gojo wriggles his eyebrows playfully. “No—? But you’re gonna cum too fast,” and he teasingly pouts, balls deep and his thrusts makes you nearly choke on nothing — feeling him hum softly, bright cerulean eyes studying your cute twitchy expressions. “Awww, I made it fit for you so you’re just gonna have to,” and he pauses to let off a shaky moan, one hand holding onto your thigh. “—be a pretty girl and wait just a little. Can you do that for me?”

You give Gojo a cute glare before letting out another sweet whine and he smiles, shifting his eyes towards the chat — tilting his head again with a few beads of sweat staring to race down his eyebrow. “Hmmmm, help me out guys. Should I let Y/N cum early?”

[MOD] getōsmonkeybuisness: you’re so gonna get banned again satoru

dolly_lolly: ya

touyadisintegrateddick275: yes :)

erenshotstepmom: Yes

definitelynottojifushuro: No.

Gojo rolls his eyes playfully at the thousands of viewers commenting, a majority of ‘yes’ while he’s still stuffed deep inside of you — fucking you insanely stupid before a teasing pout curls on his pink lips. “Pft. You guys are no fun,” and he fixated his focus back towards you with a sly smile. “Squeezing down on me s-s’much angel,” he pants, his hips mercilessly pivoting against your slick heat in an almost circular rotation. Gojo stares down at you — thin frosty eyebrows kneading together. “Go ahead. Cum all on me, pretty girl.”

Your entire body spasms as your head goes back just a bit — a wave of shock and goosebumps rippling out of you, and you came hard to where the noises you made are so high and stupid along with a quiet sudden ring filling your ears. “F-Fuck.” you sobbed, one of your legs wrapping around Gojo’s waist. He keeps his eyes on you once he slows down just a bit, leaning in to sneak a soft steamy kiss near your mouth. You still moaned, kissing back before sitting up and lightly shoving him back against the fat cushioned pillows.

“Hm…?” Gojo stares at you, an eyebrow slightly furrowed and he looks so smug, the pretty pink tip of his cock swollen and throbbing just a bit, veins showing an appearance near it while you made your way towards him — still shaking from your last orgasm. “Ooh. You gonna ride me? Think you can handle that?”

“Shut up,” you retorted, and he laughs while he lets you align yourself on his cock again. You just wanted to wipe that little condescending smirk on his face. Gojo leans back — some white strands of messy hair making its way to cover his brows. He lets out a little low grunt, feeling you plop down on his shaft, chiseled chest heaving just a bit and he still had your robe on. After this, Gojo would probably keep it, maybe hang it up on his side of the room. “S—Shit, stretching me s’much, ‘toru.”

“Gooood,” he sings, and he watches you start to rollick your hips against him, and it feels so good because your cunt‘s still sensitive but you just can’t stop bouncing on Gojo. He’s trying to keep up a tough facade but in reality he was about to cum his brains out — and every so often the tips of his ears get hot and a little flush of red prints on his face. “F-Fuckkk, you really know how to move your hips, pretty girl. Clamping on me so good—shit.”

You felt your face get hot from his words, and Gojo‘s starting to lose composure a little from the way your cunt‘s sloppily thrashing back against him. You‘re having a chase with your own erratic breathing and the crown head of his cock‘s reaching way deep past your g-spot and even your a-spot as well, sending your entire lower half into mere convulsions that you start to whine while one hand plants on his warm pale chest.

“You‘re.. gonna make me cum,” he gasps quickly, blue eyes nearly rolling back once you feel Gojo shortly afterward put a hand to grip onto your hip only to smack your ass. “Oh my g—godddd, you fucking whore. Riding me so good that I‘m g-gonna—” and he pauses to let off a long strained moan while he’s laid back, your pussy‘s making him so drunk and under the influence from the grip it has against him. Gojo then looks at you with a flustered face, eyes half lidded. “Y/N… you’re gonna make me cum in your,” and he lets off another breathy moan. “tight—pussy, fuck…”

“Cum inside me then,” you whined with a little pout squeezing on your spit-glossed lips. Gojo stares at you dumbfounded as if his eyes said ‘really?’ and you eagerly nodded — wanting more than anything to be filled, just envisioning your camboy roommates cum filling you to the brim nearly has you salivating again just from the raunchy carnal thought. “C‘mon, Satoru. Cum in me so I can s-show your viewers how good you stuffed me full, ‘toru.”

Gojo lets off a little whine before giving your ass a spank. “You’re… so filthy Y/N— thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, dumb girl. But.. but fine,” he groans, clinging onto your hips before he‘s about to spill a thick load inside. Gojo‘s moans are so slutty, and you whine yourself while occasionally glancing at the chat and see how they’re praising you and trolling Gojo, saying how they can‘t tell the difference of who‘s the girl, since his moans are so bratty and melodically high. “Take it then— f-fuck.”

The soft cushioned bed‘s making a mere mixtape of its own from the constant creaking, and Gojo moans — shoving you into his chest before he’s cumming, shooting ropes and ropes of his velvety cum inside of you, going into a complete frenzy. His hips shutter just a bit once he lies flat back against the pillow — a hand nearly covering his eyes as you sit on his lap, staring down at the mess he made inside you. You then crawled towards his cam set up, the chat being bombarded with messages and donations and you let off a soft whine, scanning some of the comments — Gojo in the background of the screen through your peripherals as if he was about to pass out. He was dramatic, still moaning with his face all red.

yeagershairycoochie: Y/n can u ride me like that pls-

c0wg1rlhater15: guys i think she broke gojo with her pussy

** karmasuxx and 1859 new viewers joined and subscribed to GOJODADDYXX’s stream! come say hi! **

nanamisfatballsack: Aww look at Satoru, he’s so cute :P

You then let off a gasp, feeling Gojo snatch you by your waist as you were reading the comments and you giggled, feeling him press a hand onto your hip. “I- I thought you were done, Satoru.”

“Of course I‘m not done!” He furrows his eyebrows, and he gently shoved you face down on the bed. You stared at his bright screen reflecting on your face with a smile — seeing Gojo‘s physique behind you, still with the bedazzled robe on before you feel him rub a thumb down your clit that was oozing with his cum and you let off a tiny frail whine, leaning down on your arms. “Could never be done with this pretty pussy,” and he‘s pouting a bit, before you feel him start to align himself again, inserting his fat dick inside you again and you let off a little moan, staring right at the dozens of comments that rolled through. “Fuck, still s-sensitive but can‘t help it,” he hissed with a little whimper, preparing to fuck you doggy, and Gojo starts to hit your sweet spots at a relentless pace with his hips.

“S—Satoru, fuckkk,” you‘d whine, and it was as if his stamina was completely replenished out of nowhere. Gojo leaned up close to you, bringing a hand to gently wrap around your neck like a necklace, caressing your passageway of your throat with his thumb and the noises you made were so lewd, eyes rolling and crossing because of the rough hits he made against your ass with his hips. Within a few moments, your tongue started to nearly loll out — and his tip is just profusely pounding in your cunt, clamping and squeezing down with your gummy needy walls. “Fuck.. me harder S-Satoru… right there please.”

Gojo grunts, bringing a spank to your ass and you giggle a little before moaning again. “F-Fine, but shut up and take it then,” he pants — and your face is practically being shoved into his computer screen — the bright flashing lights of his screen colliding with your vision, tip of your chin smashing against the keyboard and spewing out all sorts of keys and letters and nonsense. And now the chat‘s trolling you. Gojo‘s nostrils flare up a bit— his hips stuttering once again and you can barely keep up with the pace as your mouth opens up just a little, letting off the most long drawn out moan of his name. “Mhm,” he‘d faintly whine before you feel him pick your head up from behind — leaning in close so the both of you were shown on the screen, head‘s touching each other. “Look how dumb my roomie looks, guys,” and he giggles — holding your head towards the screen and your eyes nearly roll back. “You‘re such a nasty girl. Drooling all on my fucking keyboard.”

You whine from how good he‘s hitting you from behind — stirring up your insides with the ridges of his dick, and it‘s got you pulsating repeatedly from between your legs. The sticky mess that‘s running down your thighs is utterly sloppy and it only makes you throb and throb more. “S-Satoru,” you’d gasp cutely, reaching down to feel yourself. Your noises were so shaky because of hips pounding into you mercilessly— making your mind completely blank and go so stupid. “M’gonna cum again— gonna c-cum… Satoru.”

“Again—?” He purrs, and his voice is smooth a silly, a hint of smug against it once he’s near your face — letting off slutty moans against your ear, and the head of his dick continues to smack and thwack against your g-spot, sending your entire body into a frenzy. Gojo brings a hand up to your mouth, smearing the drool near your mouth and covers your mouth while staring at his screen, muffling your incoherent babbles. “Heh. Ladies, be nice! She‘s still my roommate, bet you guys wish you were Y/N huh?” and he pauses for a bit, bringing a small peck to your cheek while he’s still snapping his hips against you — watching your eyes repeatedly roll with your shaky arms propped up against his desk. “Wish this was you being pounded on my desk, hm? Y/N’s such a lucky girl. Think she might be my biggest fan after all.”

“S—Satoruuuu, please—” you‘d whine once he slips his hand from covering your mouth. He hums against your ear, and your voice is all pathetic and shaky. He‘s shoved and buried deep past your folds, it’s got you so feral and hungry for more as your right leg starts to bounce.

“Oh right,” he mumbles, sneaking a few kisses near your neck, and he‘s grinding his hips against you — and Gojo can‘t help but smack your ass a few times to hear you hit those high notes for him. He loves the recoil of it, it gets him harder and harder each sloppy moment and second that he‘s buried deep inside your cunt to the hilt. “But I dunno,” and he holds your head up again, giving his bright screen a little pout — eyes scampering down at the loads of thirst comments being presented to him along with the loud shrilling ding ding noise he kept getting, and he reaches for his mouse while still fucking you. His snowy colored eyebrows furrow once his stream starts to buffer. “Wha- Hold on, angel hehe. I‘m fucking lagging?! Damn I hate this wifi.”

Your eyes widened, nearly about to orgasm and here Gojo was worrying about his shitty internet connection. “S—Satoru,” you‘d sobbed, and he‘s shoving you against the desk, multi tasking at that as he’s got a hand grazed on your hips while another clung on his mouse. You smell his rich scent of cologne smash against your face, and it made you dizzy within each hit he made towards you that all the words you kept mumbling was his name — barely able to keep yourself up on the desk. “Satoruuuu— Satoru— gonna cum..”

“Wait wait,” he coos to your ear, and it‘s playful and low, making you cunt twitch before moments later his stream‘s back on and he lets off a little sigh of relief. “Finally! Hey guys, sorry about that,” and you‘re already cumming hard on Gojo‘s cock before you realize it — a spring of coil continuing to trough and snap, a shattering feeling that makes you nearly weak in the knees. Gojo stares at you and lets out a cheerful laugh. “Good girl,” and then he turns towards his screen, making you nod your head. “So good for Satoru.”

And then that‘s when the door opens out of nowhere.

“Gojo. I don‘t get why you wanted those unhealthy sugar coated things when Y/N‘s—”

You and Gojo both stare at Nanami and the room‘s all silent — well, not really since Gojo‘s still fucking you deep. Nanami stares at the door with his eyes squinting as if he’s questioning what he‘s seeing.

“Nanami!” Gojo grins cheekily, making you turn your head towards the screen — seeing the chat comments fill up with question marks, thirsting over Nanami now. “Hey man! Wanna join? My dick‘s getting pretty sleepy, heh.”

“………………..…”

Of Nightmares and Darkness | Morpheus x fem!reader

Description: your infatuation with Morpheus starts with a nightmare, how will it end?

Warnings: +18, Filthy SMUT, angst, nightmare description, claustrophobia (confined spaces), nyctophobia (fear of dark), praising kink, degrading kink, fem!masturbation, oral (male receiving), Dom!Morpheus, sub!reader. Fluff at the end.

Words: +5k! Got extremely carried out, felt Tumblr needed much more Morpheus smut.

Song suggestion: Crazy in love - Sofia karlberg.

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Every night, falling asleep was the hardest thing you had to do. Not because you had trouble sleeping, but because of the nightmares that haunted you.

Every. Single. Night.

Sighing, you plopped on your bed staring at the ceiling, you fell asleep easily every night worn out from work, but you always woke up in the middle of your sleep panting, heavily sweating, clutching your chest to ease the tightness that's crushing your lungs. It could happen several times in one night. Different nightmares. Different stories.

You -like many of other people- suffered from some phobias, but you bet not all people dream about them.

In your room you always had a small light on, you didn't dare sleep -or sit- in a completely dark room. Your room was noticably wide, making the rest of the apartment look small, but you also couldn't bear the idea of staying in a small or closed space. You felt like you couldn't breathe or think.

Trying to stay awake, you grabbed your phone and started to look up "Dreams". Every other night you choose a topic to read about, and today was dreams, since you scarcely had a nice one.

Link after link, site after site, there was one thing that caught your attention as you yawned, a quote, or rather a poem? You didn't know, it said:

"Call for Morpheus,

He shall save you from the dark,

Call for Morpheus,

He shall guide you to your light"

Sitting upright in your bed, your stomach churning, you didn't know why you had this feeling in your gut that you were meant to see this.

Hesitating, your fingers hovered over the search bar, you took a deep breath then wrote: Morpheus.

Morpheus

God of dreams and nightmares, king of the dreaming.

God of dreams? And nightmares? You didn't want to believe this. No, you really didn't. But we all know the saying.

Curiosity.

You started digging more into the matter, searching deep, you found a sketch drawn, you didn't know to whom it belonged, if it's real or not. A sketch of a slender, pale man, high cheekbones, ruffled black hair, long black coat with a raven on his shoulder, a ruby adorning his neck, and a leather pouch in his hand. Underneath the image you saw the name: Morpheus.

Checking the time you found it nearing midnight, you exhaled loudly, closing all the tabs, not wanting to read anymore or let the matter get into your mind. Switching on the little lamp, you pulled up the covers and slept on your side, facing the window in your room.

Darkness. Tight space.

You felt trapped in a coffin. It was pitch black, you couldn't see your own hand, your breathing quickened, feeling your hands tremble and your legs shake, you started gasping loudly, feeling the adrenaline going so high you thought you'd pass out. That'd be more merciful than what you're feeling now. You knew it was a nightmare, but you could feel it in every sense of the word, as if it was really happening to you. Your bones weakening, hands grasping your shirt fighting to breathe. Suddenly you remembered the words you read:

"Call for Morpheus,

He shall save you from the dark,

Call for Morpheus,

He shall guide you to your light."

Fighting to speak and breathe, you started saying his name as much as you could.

"Morpheus." Gasping.

"Morpheus." Panting.

"Morpheus."

You felt darkness swallow you until you couldn't breathe anymore, your sight fading...

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Morpheus opened his eyes abruptly, sitting on his throne, he heard his name being called. He thought it was chanting or, perhaps, someone praying. But then he heard the desperation in the voice, the pants, hard intakes of breaths. Morpheus found himself in your nightmare, everything dark. He saw you struggling to move, clutching your chest desperately, your other hand on your imagined coffin trying to steady yourself, you kept calling his name until he thought you'd faint. Swaying his coat, stars littered the darkness around you, small light dots swirled around you, the darkness lightening bit by bit.

Swiping his hand, galaxies and bright, big stars erupted in fire works as the coffin turned into a vast space, the universe itself surrounding you, you almost felt like floating..

Eyes watering from the intensity, your breathing evened, your lungs were full of oxygen again, adrenaline lessining, you sat upright looking in front of you, seeing a hazy figure, no matter how hard you squinted you couldn't see him...

You woke up with a startle. Looking at the clock you saw it was nearly 5 in the morning. For your usual non-existing sleeping program, that was progress.

Pulling off the covers, you went into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, you weren't used to sleeping for long periods anyway. Having eaten, you took a bath to relax, today was your day off anyways and you didn't want to waste it moping at home. Wearing your sneakers you went out for a run. Mind wandering to Morpheus, you remembered your nightmare, the words you read, the name you called for and the epic change from the worst nightmare to the most beautiful of dreams. You remembered the hazy figure you saw in front of you. Passing the library you halted your tracks. Entering it, you started searching through the books, not really knowing what you're searching for. Passing by Greek Mythology books, you saw a dark blue cover, golden letters carved into the leather: Morpheus.

Your breath hitched and your pulse quickened, your shaky hands extended to get the book. Opening it, you found some pages in Greek while others were in English, which was probably impossible to find.

Sitting, you started reading:

"In the darkness, Morpheus, the God of Dreams, awakened to a world where he and only he wielded power. As the Son of Hypnos and Pasithea, Morpheus is very powerful. The fact he was able to put the Gods of Olympus and most of Greece to sleep with little effort, he is a force to be reckoned with. Morpheus is able to put mortals and gods to sleep. As the God of dreams, Morpheus has the power to manipulate the dreams of others, both Gods and mortals. Morpheus creates both dreams and nightmares. Everything in the dreaming world is under his command. In your sleep, you belong to him."

Your body shivered to the words, other pages had sketches to what Morpheus might look like, some sketched him as a demon, some with wings, but the most fascinating were his sketches as human. His face was sharp, body covered in his black coat, eyes shining with golden specks, similar to the sketch you saw yesterday, you suspected he was the one in your dream.

Weeks passed by as your infatuation with Morpheus grew heavy, by the time you almost had no nightmares, all your dreams were about him and him only. You knew you had gone insane, all this sleep loss made you obsessed with the God of dreams. When you slept, you pictured him standing in front of you, tormentingly close, his cool breath almost fanning your face, plush pink lips hovering slightly over yours. Every time you move to touch him, you wake up.

The lights went out one night, the whole street was dark, moon light wasn't that strong.

You were so restless you couldn't close your eyes, you started writhing in the bed, what if you're late to work tomorrow? Will they finally fire you? How will you find another job? Are you always gonna be this lonely? When will the light return? Why is it so dark? Why does the room feel so small?

Thought swirled quickly in your mind, panick immensed inside of you, making it hard for you to lay on your bed, you got up feeling light headed. Your head pounding, legs weak, you didn't know what to do.

"Morpheus" You panted in the air as you leaned into the wall, your lungs collapsing as anxiety took over you.

"Look at me" A deep, rough voice echoed through your room, barely reached your ringing ears. Arms held your hands as you clung tightly to the man in front of you. Feeling yourself being seated, your hold tightening on the man's arms.

"Look me in the eyes." You raised your head slowly, gasping softly as you were met with the face that conquered your dreams for many nights.

He sat you on the bed, kneeling in front of you, holding you in your place, his hands leaving your arms to plant themselves on both sides of your bed.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked. His voice melody to your ears, raspy and deep, it shook your heart violently. Your head spinning, not knowing how to answer you nodded, way too slow for him to believe so. He kept his gaze focused on you, your eyes studying him, his features, his hands, long fingers graced the bed sheets, marble white body clad in black clothes, the famous black coat that you dreamt of countless times.

He noticed your eyes travelling all over him. Standing up, he walked around your room, studying it. His eyes fell on a book, Morpheus.

He glanced at you, watching you fiddle with your hands in your lap, biting your lip nervously. He almost smirked, but he wouldn't yet give you that satisfaction. Morpheus knew how infatuated with him you were, your dreams of him, your fantasies of his coat, his body. He saw it all and he knew you knew that. Skimming the pages of the book, he wondered if you'll ever break the silence.

You eagerly eyed him, his stance powerful in the dark room, now lit by a small white lantern in the corner, which you were sure belonged to Morpheus. Your heart beat rapidly, you remembered your dreams. There's one sinful dream you were ashamed of.

His coat splayed on the bed, you sleeping naked over it, your legs wide open, you were so horny and wet that you had floods between your legs, covering your folds, your clit, dripping down your inner thighs. You were in your room, dimly lit, a scent of magic and stardust in the air, your hands moving from your neck down to your breasts in a teasing motion, your fingers twirling both your nipples making your pussy gush juices, you moaned at the feeling, you wanted them to be Morpheus', not yours. You sighed as your right hand moved down your waist, gripping your hip bone making your back arch, knowing this is a soft spot. Travelling lower, your fingers started massaging your folds agonizingly slow, imagining them to be Morpheus' fingers teasing you, edging you. Picturing his face between your legs, you entered one finger into your cunt, followed by another, wanting to feel full to the brim, you started imagining his throbbing cock, tip red and swollen, you moaned at the thought. You brought your other hand to play with your clit as you started moving your fingers faster, circling your clit in rhythm with your fingers.

"Oh, God yes." You panted, feeling your walls flutter around your fingers. "Morpheus" you moaned loudly, "Morpheus, please. I need you." You whined loudly, feeling your pussy clench. "Need your mouth on my lips, my tits, fuck yes," you arched your back as you felt his coat brush against it, intensifying your pleasure. "Need to feel you inside of me," you sigh dreamily as you felt your pleasure coming to an end. "Need to feel your mouth between my legs, fuck me raw until I can't breathe. Ruin me for all men." You gasped as you started rocking your hips into your fingers. "Morpheus, fuck yes, Morpheus please." You moaned sinfully as your orgasm washed over you, your body shook over the coat, your fingers thrusting inside of you helping yourself ride your orgasm, the finger on your clit moved to your left tit to grip it tightly. Your body stilled, heavy breaths filled the air as your room screamed sex.

Blushing furiously after remembering your dream, your eyes followed Morpheus' every move, until he turned to face you, walking to where you're sitting, coming to a stop directly in front of you. He was very tall, compared to you sitting, he hovered over you, your face meeting his torso, you felt ashamed you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"Eyes on me." You heard him. He wasn't asking, it was an order.

Your eyes travelled slowly up until they fell on his.

"Isn't it rude not to greet who you've sinfully longed for?" He looked down at you, feeling his breath fan your face your body shuddered in delight.

"It is." You answered.

"So you can speak." He said, faking amusement.

"I wondered when will that pretty voice of yours come out, considering that day my whole realm heard you screaming my name. Begging for me." His voice lowered even more, eyes daring you to deny. Your cheeks fired, hands felt sweaty, you felt trapped. His gaze was a hunting one, a predator's gaze to his prey.

"I'm sorry" you said, feeling nervous but aroused, your wetness soaking your shorts.

He clicked his tongue, fingers grazing your cheek. "That's not the answer I am looking for." The back of his hand travelled down to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. Your skin lit fire in the places he caressed.

"What was it the answer you're looking for?" You asked. His eyes snapped up to yours.

"This." Lips dipping to the curve of your neck, he kissed you very lightly, then he started sucking the spot making your body jerk towards his as the loudest of moans left your mouth. Your moans were slutty to say the least, and he didn't even do anything to you yet.

"So eager. So hungry for me. Tell me, what is it you crave in me?" He leaned back, standing straight as he looked at you. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving as you felt your blood raging to your core.

"I," you shut yourself. This was your chance. Choose your words wisely. "I need all of you. I want you to give me everything you have." You said as excitement filled your eyes.

He chuckled.

"You can't handle that."

"I can. Try me."

"Are you daring me, mortal?" Challenge covered his eyes. You felt your nipples harden, your hands shaking as you felt the seam of your shorts against your clit, you craved friction.

"Yes." You hoped you won't regret that.

In a second, you found yourself spread on the bed, completely naked, all your clothes lost. You gasped, mind clouding with heat, needing friction between your thighs, you rubbed them.

Morpheus hands came down on your knees, pushing your legs apart so wide to the point you felt them strain, you felt his long coat under you, as he rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up.

"You. Need a lesson in discipline." You instantly moaned at his words.

"Such a dirty woman." He said, eyes hungry.

Morpheus licked his lips eagerly, eating your body with his eyes.

"Lay down on your front, ass up." Commanded his voice. Your core was dripping by now and the position you're about to take will make you completely exposed to him.

You did as he asked feeling shy all of a sudden, you kept squirming under his gaze, trying to close your legs so he won't see how wet you are.

You felt his heat behind without him touching you, so close to you feeling the ghost of his pants.

You felt one of his hands caress your inner thigh.

You felt him lean forward until his mouth was beside your ear, his breath fanning your neck.

"Open those legs for me, this position was not made for you to hide from my eyes." Each word felt like a sin coming out of his mouth, you kept from moaning as you nodded your head. His right hand caressed your ass gently, travelling up to squeeze your hip, waist, reaching the curve of your breast, Morpheus caught your tit in his hand kneading it slowly feeling you shiver under him, his eyes glued to your side as your mouth hung open, eyes closed.

"Looking so good for me" he said almost lovingly, you whimpered as his fingers took turns rolling your nipple and rubbing it, God you could cum like that.

"Please" you whispered trying to buck your hips backwards but the hand on your inner thigh gripped it painfully.

You felt his hand leave your breast, coming in contact with your ass. Feeling the pleasure your head rolled back to look at him. You saw his eyes turned to the darkest shades of green with a rim of gold.

"I will punish you first, then the rest comes, if you deserve it." He said as his hand left your inner thigh making you whimper in pain, only for it to grip your neck, choking you softly making you gasp.

His hand slapped you in the same spot making you wiggle touching his pants.

"Now you wouldn't want to ruin my pants, do you?" His face came so close to yours as his hand kept choking your neck, craning it backwards to meet his gaze. You shook your head, tears of frustration brimming in your eyes, feeling your cunt burn for the King who's handling you too good for your mortal brain to comprehend.

"Choose your punishment"

"Slap me"

"Where?"

You move your pussy back to touch him making him exhale at your wetness.

He flipped you around, hands hovering over you, eyes boring holes into yours.

Morpheus smirked as his hand slapped your pussy hard, making you buck your hips up, moaning loudly.

"Count for me"

"One"

Slap. "Two"

Slap. "Three"

You felt your core weeping, feeling your wetness on the curve of your ass, your legs inhumanely wide just to please him.

By the time he hit the tenth slap, you were a shivering mess below him, tears streaming down your face, hands grasping his coat tightly, whimpers of his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

Morpheus' hand came up to caress your cheek tenderly, his face coming so close, his lips brushed against yours. "What was it you said? Ruin me for all men?" He asked, your eyelids fluttering shut at the proximity of his voice, his warm lips.

"I think, I'll ruin you for all gods."

Morpheus' cool hand cupped your core making your eyes snap open, gasping softly, his cool hand a relieving contrast to your burning core.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me."

"Yes, m-my Lord." You struggled to say as you tried to buck your hips into his hand.

"Someone's seeking relief and being obedient."

Standing up, Morpheus unbuttoned his shirt, your eyes following his every move until it ended on the floor, your mouth agape at the heavenly sight greeting you, he belonged with marble statues not your bedroom.

His hands went lower to his pants, unbuttoning and discarding them, you can see now how hard he is, his cock straining hard against the fabric, you crawled to him, face level with his boner, you looked at him for permission.

His jaw went tense before nodding. Sitting up on your knees, you caressed his chest with your hands, feeling every ridge and every muscle, his skin soft and cool to touch. Your hands reached the hem of his garment, you felt his pulse beneath your hands, breathing softly you undressed him, watching his swollen cock spring free, your mouth watered involuntarily wanting to taste him, feel him throbbing against your tongue as you lick the vein on his base.

"Lay back."

You looked up at him, worried that he won't let you taste him. He smirked knowingly.

You crawled back up the bed until your head hit the pillows, he came after you, straddling your torso, legs resting on your sides, his hand leaning on the headboard for support, his cock directly in front of your face.

Everything disappeared at this moment, you felt like cumming on the spot.

Morpheus leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth with ease, you couldn't fight him. His other hand went down to your breast, kneading it softly, thumb again brushing your nipple.

You whimpered against his mouth, feeling flushed all over, extremely weak in his arms.

"Morpheus." You panted looking at his eyes, your hand coming up to touch his on your breast.

"I want to taste you." You said looking at his cock. He let the headboard free along with your breast making you miss his touch immediately.

He readjusted your head on the pillow, giving you more space.

Morpheus' hands grabbed each of your tits, pushing his cock between them, he started thrusting slowly, feeling your soft flesh caress him, he threw his head back sucking in a breath. You watched him with awe, he could never be more beautiful, hair tousled, lips parted, neck flushed with heat. The feeling of his thick, long dick between your breasts made you look, pleasured noises leaving you. You opened your mouth, wanting him to thrust his tip in it. Knowing your need, Morpheus put his hand at the back of your neck, supporting it, he thrust his tip into your mouth. You sucked at it slowly, rolling your tongue around it while looking up at him with wide eyes. Seeing you like this, spread out for him, so hungry and willing to take him whole wherever he wants, Morpheus felt a fire ignite in his soul, his eyes burning with desire for you.

He kept thrusting his tip teasing you, making you more desperate for him, by this moment you no longer cared what you wanted, you just needed to please him properly.

You put your hand on the back of his, behind your head, guiding more of him into your mouth. Morpheus exhaled loudly, whether of relief or pleasure you wanted to give him your best.

Sitting a bit up, you adjusted so you can suck him better, you started swirling your tongue around him, doing cat licks at the tip.

Morpheus let out the first moan, one of pure ecstasy. The voices he emitted ignited you more, bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper, he wrapped your hair around the hand holding your neck, roots tugging softly you moaned around his cock making it jerk in your mouth. Morpheus head hung low looking at you in the eyes, mouth hung open in awe at your face stuffed with his cock, he thrusted deeper, feeling your throat close around his tip, you evened your breathing to prevent gagging. Letting you breathe, you took more of him until you reached his base, hugging his thighs with your arms you drove your head deeper until your nose was so close to his skin. Morpheus was a gasping mess, his pale face turned red, plump lips biting themselves to hold from filling you with his cum. He wanted to fuck his cum into you, feel it mix with your wetness as your pussy took all of him greedily.

He groaned at the thought, tugging you off him, you were gasping for breath.

Morpheus travelled down your body, lips nipping at your neck, hands holding your waist, he started marking your stomach, down to your lower belly.

Hovering over your now flooded pussy, he looked up at you and what a sight it was.

"Do you want me here?" He asked as the slightest of smirks graced his face. He was well aware of your dreams both in the dreaming and waking worlds, he was sure you needed him most there.

"I remember you needed my mouth on your lips, breasts and between your legs. Is that right?" Morpheus teased your slit with two fingers running up and down agonizingly slow , wetness collecting at the tips of his fingers. You looked him in the eye, you knew you played a game you'd definitely love to lose, but you were so turned on you didn't want to back down, you only wanted to spur him further, you wanted him to take you until you collapsed.

"I also said I wanted your majesty to fuck me raw until I can't breathe."

Sensing the sarcasm in your voice, Morpheus' face hardened. Oh fuck.

Cupping your clit with his lips, sucking at it wholly, you arched your back off the bed as you started shaking. Gasping his name you clawed at his coat under you, wanting anything to hold you down as pleasure shot straight to your nerves. Your hands tugged at his hair. You felt yourself tightening with searing hot pleasure coursing through your body, so close to cum.

Suddenly everything stopped. Tears streamed down from your eyes, your breath unable to reach your lungs properly. Morpheus took your hands off his head, pinning them above you.

"Disrespecting Morpheus and his powers. Making fun of Morpheus while your body begs for him in the most shameful ways." Morpheus moves up your body until his lips are against yours, his achingly hard cock touching your inner thigh. Fingers brushed against your lower lip, the rest of his hand on the side of your neck squeezing lightly.

"Shall I be your never ending nightmare? Everytime you close your eyes to sleep I'll be haunting your dreams, edging you, tasting you, riding you, then you'll wake up with no release. Would you want that?" You whined in protest as he entered his thumb in your mouth, holding your tongue.

"That's what I thought."

Freeing your hands, Morpheus lifted one leg on his shoulder, the other wrapping around his hips. This is it. Morpheus is gonna fuck you into oblivion.

You felt his cock at your entrance, his angry tip teasing you, going up and down your slit, he caught his cock and slapped your clit making you mewl in pleasure. Not able to take it any more, you waited until he adjusted at your entrance slowly pushing in, you bucked your hips forcefully driving his cock deep.

Both of you erupted in sinful moans, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling your soul leave your body.

Morpheus gasped, going all the way out, slamming into you feeling his tip brushing your cervix.

"Do you like it that way? Do you?" Morpheus started moving into you, slow, deep, strong thrusts driving you up the bed, his hands came to your waist holding you in place.

" Faster. Morpheus. Harder." You begged him. You were two thrusts away from cumming, being so worked up. Morpheus started moving faster, fulfilling your desires, he drove his hips harder into you, feeling you clenching around him made him growl in an animalistic way. His primal need taking over his mind, Morpheus felt your pussy tighten around him, your coil so tight it'd snap any minute, he wanted to please you and show you love at the same time.

He pressed one hand onto your lower abdomen.

"Can you feel me? Am so deep in you, ruining you for other men. Fucking you raw until you can't breathe." You were a shaky, sweating mess, all words in your brain lost, all thoughts incoherent.

One thing only vivid in your mind. Morpheus.

"Morph-eus, p-please. I n-need to c-cum for you." You begged quitely, unable to form a sentence.

"Will you be a good girl and scream for me like you did in your dream?" Morpheus rolled his hips swiftly, touching every spot that drove you absolutely wild.

"Morpheus! Fuck" you screamed so loud feeling every vein in his cock pulsing against your walls.

Groaning each time you scream, Morpheus opened your legs wider, you hugged his hips with your legs, caging him to your body, letting his weight fall over your body, he took you in his arms, your hands instantly gripping his shoulders.

The new angle made him hit your spot better, eyes seeing stars you felt your orgasm so high up you thought you'd faint. His hand came down to your clit, rubbing circles with each thrust of his.

"Let go, darling. I've got you. Give me all you've got." Morpheus' voice promised against your ear.

Screaming his name, your body convulsed in his muscular arms, feeling your orgasm shatter in pleasurable ways you couldn't imagine.

"You're doing so good for me, taking me so well like you were made for me." Morpheus praised you, chasing his own high, feeling your aftershocks against his cock, he felt your fingers holding his back, hot and needy. He drove faster into you, your second orgasm already at your door.

"Morpheus, Morpheus fuck." You moaned shamefully.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your chanting of his name driving him wild. Biting his earlobe, you sucked on his pulse, your hand travelling down to caress his balls.

Morpheus groaned deeply in your ear, snapping his hips roughly, you came in his arms, convulsing like mad, feeling his hot cum fill you up to the brim.

Morpheus came and for seconds kept fucking his cum into you, listening to the noise you both made with your need for each other.

You struggled to breathe as you tried fanning yourself, coming down from your very pleasuring high.

"Was that as good as the dream?" Morpheus asked, face resting on your chest as he looked at you, still inside of you.

"Morpheus, I-" you hesitated. You didn't know what to do or say. You felt love swell your heart. You thought it was lust but now you know, you've fallen for the King of dreams.

" I've never felt this beauty, this pleasure, this love and desire." You whispered softly.

"Love? You haven't seen any love." Morpheus said. "Yet." He added quickly making your eyes snap up at his.

Slowly, his coat started surrounding you both, shielding you from the outside world, getting darker, you were starting to feel scared.

Morpheus' eyes vowed to make you safe, as the coat started shining very softly, stars with dim light shone around you. Just like your first dream of him.

The feeling was more delightful than anything you've ever felt, you felt..... Whole.

Morpheus body connected with yours like you were one, it was indeed lust-driven, but you knew you couldn't deny the flame that burned deep inside you once you found his book, you knew you'd fall for him.

"Morpheus." You whispered, playing with his hair.

"I am here, love. No need to call for me." He kissed your sternum softly you barely missed his lips.

"I feel safe." You admitted.

Morpheus' eyes shone in adoration, possessiveness and the instinct of protecting you multiplying inside of him.

He moved to your side, holding you close to his firm chest, face buried in your neck, he pecked it softly rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

Your mind wandered, what if he leaves? He has to go somehow, sometime. You felt your heart tug at the idea, picturing yourself without him.

"No need for these doubts. I am not leaving you, if I ever shall not be here, all you have to do is just call the name. Call my name. I have came to you every time you called for me, not even knowing I was there. I will always be here." He pressed a long kiss to your shoulder, your doubts faded, you wanted to feel warm and safe for once in your disturbed life.

Holding his arm tighter against yours, you relaxed into his body.

"I am crazy for you, Morpheus." You admitted in the air, coming out from you almost a whisper.

"I call it love." A rare, earnest smile adorned his lips.

You were crazy in love.

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