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I've been writing a lot to help with my anxiety, some of it's smut and some of its me trying to be better at writing romance. one of the fics that i'm writing in attempt to get better at writing romance, a lot of it is terrible but I wrote something and it's been on my mind.
“I don’t know if I believe in god or a heaven but when I die and if I meet him I will thank him for everyday I’ll spent loving you”
there's just something about it. Like if someone ever said this to me I would sob. like full on.
And the place within the fic in which it is said would kill me. It's a Spencer Reid x OC, their married and on a case. They just got back from the police station and OC had ran a bath while Spencer got chinese food to enjoy. They got in the bath together and was just talking, Spencer was staring at OC as she talked with the most loving eyes. She paused and asked what was wrong and he just dropped that.
I just think that it's the most romantic thing I've written to date and if you'd like me to post it lmk cause I will, it won't be very good but it will be something with a little bit of smut but mostly romantic shit.
In His Mercy (Chapter 2)
Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x Original Female Character
Summary: Nura is a dream who dared to leave her Lord's realm and find herself a lover. Morpheus is not happy when he finds out about it.
Warnings: nonconsent, power difference, betrayal, heartbreak, fear, angst, intimidation, threats, rejection, eventual smut. Don't Like Don't Read. 18+ only. Minors DNI
Chapter 1
The tears in her eyes had dried from crying after reading the two books repeatedly in the past few days. Nura hid in the farthest corner of the library, where she thought that he wouldn’t find her, and read the stories of her lover’s life, what it was in her absence and what it could have been if Morpheus had let them be together.
The ache in her heart was constant and painful. She missed being in his arms, hearing his words of praise and feeling his touch of love. She could recall the day that she had visited him for the first time in the waking world. Zak had burst with delight and she had as well when she found that he truly had made paintings of her inspired by their meetings in his dreams. Nura had never felt so appreciated and loved before. She had not known that she would want it and that it would be a human who would fulfil that need.
They had built a sweet life together and all of it was gone. The book that told her about what their future would have been like brought more pain to her heart. There could have been a wedding, a honeymoon and somehow one day, children as well. Her life would have been filled with joy with him, it read truly like a dream and it was that. None of it was possible unless Morpheus allowed her to leave and pursue her lover again.
Nura could hear their voices from a distance. Morpheus, Lucienne, and Matthew conversed about the ongoing troubles every once in a while. Mervyn kept her updated on when she was safe in the library and what were the times that she had to leave to prevent being seen by her angry lord.
In those moments, she had to scramble from here to there around the Dreaming. She was constantly watching the shadows to see if Morpheus was anywhere near or not. She had been fortunate to not meet a dastard fate quickly at his hands, but having to keep hiding from him in his realm was most taxing.
Nura missed Fiddler’s Green dearly. The green and flowery gardens were most comforting to sit in and she had loved to rest under the shade of his large trees. She could understand why he left and only wished that they could have met in the human world. At least she hoped that he wouldn’t return or else he would have to face his Lord’s wrath as well.
Though it wasn’t safe for her, Nura always was pulled back to the library again. The books soothed her heart and she yearned to see if there was something more about Zak’s life there.
She entered the library on tiptoes, wanting to give no sign of her existence to the occupants of the place. She had hoped to find some time to talk to Lucienne and check on her about Morpheus’s moods, but he kept the librarian busy with himself most of the time recently.
She was relieved to find a pin drop silence in the library and hoped that it meant that Dream was in his throne room or anywhere else but there. For once she wanted to strut without fear in between the shelves and feel free to approach the librarian about her concerns. It was a miserable way of existing and she wondered if that was the punishment that her King had intended for her. The only way she could confirm it was through Lucienne or his loyal raven.
With the two books pressed to her chest, Nura rushed through the narrow paths of the library to search for Lucienne. She had all the questions ready in her mind. Some would be about Morpheus, some would be about the realm and the vortex, but most importantly, she needed to know if more books existed regarding her Zak. Lost in her queries, Nura took each step without a care for her surroundings. The library often seemed like a maze to her, but the ways always led her to what she wanted and so she trusted them.
She stepped to her right and walked onwards in a straight line. A flutter of pages reached her ears and made her heart stop. Nura stopped in her tracks and looked forth with wide eyes.
Her lord has his back to her. Morpheus stood two shelves length away from her with a book in his hands and others on the table before him. Even the appearance of him wracked her nerves. His lean form in his long black coat, his shaggy hair, and the dark shadow that he cast on the floor behind himself somehow painted a picture of horror for Nura.
She clapped a hand on her mouth to muffle any gasps and the sound of her fastening breaths. Ever so carefully, she put her feet back one behind the other and peeked around to see which direction she should choose to get lost in. Nura made a slow turn to the left on her heels. Morpheus had not taken notice of her and she was ready to sprint away.
“Wait!” came his order just as she had placed her first step out of his sight.
“Shit,” she whispered to herself.
She paused on her feet and lowered her head, waiting to hear what he wanted.
“Come here,” Morpheus said.
“My lord– I’m sorry to disturb– I’ll be on my way!”
"Come here," he repeated with a little less patience.
Nura bit her lip and nodded. She urged her legs to move forward even as she anticipated facing her demise at his hands. Morpheus' icy and daunting stare at her trembling steps did little to help ease her fears. But he never intended to make her feel comfortable, not after what she had done.
"I recall telling you to stay out of my sight," he said. "And yet you're bold enough to not even attempt to hide."
"No, sir…I was just— I was about to–"
"What have you got there?" He asked, drawing his gaze to the books in her hands.
She clutched them tighter and covered the titles with her palms. She could only imagine how badly he'd react if he knew who the books were about.
“Uh…just books, I’ve to keep them back.”
“Give them to me,” Dream said and extended his right towards her,
Nura darted her nervous eyes from his large palm to his grim face. She cursed herself for coming to the library at all.
“I can just keep them. You wouldn’t—”
Morpheus interrupted her with a loud exhale.
“Nura, you shouldn’t be testing my patience,” he said.
“Oh– right.”
She reluctantly gave him one book and then the other. He held each book in each hand and examined their titles by rotating his wrists. Nura squeezed her fingers together as she awaited his lash back.
“Hm. You’re still living in his memory when you shouldn’t be.”
“I–”
“I was right in not allowing you to return to your position again. You would have gone directly to his dreams and be the manipulator that you’ve become.”
“I’ve not. I’d never!” She did not appreciate being painted as a predatory manipulator who took advantage of Zak’s vulnerability. There was genuine between them no matter what he liked to believe for the sake of his ego.
Nura’s breath hitched as Morpheus stepped forward. He reached for her face with a hand and traced three lines from her forehead to her cheek with his fingers. She froze under his heated gaze as he watched her with scrutiny.
“You were a beautiful creation of mine, Nura and I treasured you,” he said.
“But you were far from perfect.” His fingers slid down to her chin. “Very far.”
Morpheus hounded her space and left her bereft of breath. Her heaving chest brushed against the lapel of his coat and he savoured the sight of her falling apart in front of him. His gaze was intense and she felt devoured by it.
Her heart pounded in her ears as Dream dipped his head to her face.
“My lord,” she called in a plea.
Morpheus seized her lips with his mouth before she could say anything else. He swallowed any air that was left in her lungs and drew out whines and whimpers from her. Nura grabbed his coat and attempted to pull away, but he didn’t allow her to leave. Instead, he dropped the books aside and held her with both hands, placing them on her head and hip to push her further into his kiss.
It was odd to experience the hunger and lust of her lord, her King. He was not gentle either unlike how Zak was. His lips sucked, his teeth scraped her skin and his nails dug into the flesh beneath them. It was not only a display of passion but also one of a punishing possession. He was taking what was always his and Nura had no right to refuse to his claim.
But it was not what she wanted. It was not right. She pushed his shoulders with all her might and ripped her mouth away from his. Morpheus’ hot breaths fell on her face as he looked at her with sheer disappointment. He showed no sign of warming up to her.
“My lord?”
Morpheus sighed in agitation and spun her around himself. He pushed her towards the reading table and pinned her body to the wood. Nura stumbled on her feet and latched onto the edges for stability.
He was in to cage her without a second’s waste. With no shame, Morpheus pressed his body against hers and searched for her lips again. Nura turned her head away and the kiss landed on her cheek.
Dream panted against her skin. He rested his forehead against her temple, nuzzling her cheek as he grunted at her refusal. Nura’s eyes teared up at the lack of control that he had put her in. She was entirely in his mercy and any sign of rebellion could cost her. But she did not want to give in to the man who had been the cause of her heartbreak.
He began to chuckle as he pulled his head back to look at her. With his hand, he forced her to turn her face to him and meet his eyes. There was an expression of amusement on his face that Nura found unpleasant.
“You continue to defy me… and you do it so boldly,” he said.
Nura stared at him blankly.
“It amazes me, your lack of fear, your lack of remorse, your lack of effort to seek my forgiveness. Have you really strayed so far from your devotion to me?”
Nura was dazed by his question. She did not know what to say, she did not know what would satisfy him other than what he so wantonly sought from her.
“You must know…I’ve been starved for quite long, Nura,” he said.
Dream roped a hand around her neck and pinned her hip to the table with the other as he dove in to devour the taste of her lips again. With twice the hunger and determination, he kissed her lips and then her jaw. His teeth nipped at her skin as licked his way down to her neck, burying his head at the crook of it while she squirmed between him and the table. Any effort to move only had her rubbing up against his body and caressing the hardness of his arousal with her belly.
He groaned and bucked his hips further into her for relief. Nura gasped for breath as he suffocated her with his body. The shove of her hands did not matter to him neither did her unwilling whimpers.
She was terribly afraid of this monstrous side of him. She knew how authoritative he was, but she had never imagined him to be so selfish and overpowering.
“Please, my lord,” she begged.
His lips halted on her clavicle. The strands of his hair tickled her neck as he paused to contemplate over her chest. Nura wondered if he could hear her heart racing and if that would persuade him to spare her. To her surprise, he loosened his hold on her body and stepped back.
He stood straight and viewed her with his typical grimace. His eyes appeared darker than before. Nura could see that he was not pleased with her rejection. He shoved his hands in his pockets and moved away from her.
“Leave. I have much to do,” he told her.
He waved his hand at her to shun her away. Nura wanted to experience relief, but his sudden cold dismissal disheartened her. There may not be more chances at redemption and though she did not want to get his forgiveness in this manner, she had to gain his favour urgently, not lose more of it.
“Lord Morpheus,” she called him. “Can’t we talk?”
Dream raised his head to give her the most agonizing glare.
“Go,” he grunted.
Nura sniffled at his response. She had no choice but to turn back. The risk of testing his wrath was too high if she tried to argue with him.
Once again, her face was drenched with tears provoked by Morpheus’ harshness. She sobbed into her hands as she headed for the gates of the library. Her wish to talk to Lucienne remained unfulfilled. She was desperate for her guidance.
Nura had managed to dig a deeper grave for herself, but there had to be something that she could do to save herself yet.
Morpheus slammed the book shut and tossed it across the table so he would not give in to the urge to destroy it. Reading about her love for the human had been the most unpleasant experience that he should not have been indulging in when he was already in the midst of a crisis because of the vortex and the missing entities.
He had seethed as he read the story of their love and he had yet to simmer from the pure aggravation that he had felt during it. She had accepted his touch, his kisses, enjoyed them and reciprocated them as well. But she could not do it for him, her master to whom her loyalty and service belonged.
Dream had come very close to passing her punishment right then. He was ready to cast her into the darkness where her defiant will would have been broken and she would have come back to him on her knees. But he could not do it. He told himself not to do it.
She still was precious to him and he did not have the patience of waiting for so long. He feared that he did not have the patience of waiting for even a few days or weeks for her to come begging to him. He would have to think of a more brutal but temporary mode of punishment for her so she would learn who her master was.
“These are some more books that could help,” Lucienne walked into the reading space, carrying a stack of books up to her chin.
She put them down on the table next to an empty chair while Morpheus composed himself. He watched her eyes lurk to the two discarded books kept by the corner of the table and by the raise of her brows, he knew that she could imagine the trouble that had taken place there moments ago. She said nothing of it though.
“I hope this helps,” she said with a simple pat on the top of the books.
“Thank you, Lucienne,” he said in a low and grave voice.
The librarian nodded and began to leave. He stopped her by calling her name.
“Yes, my lord?” She asked.
“Would you do me a favour?”
“Of course, sir.”
“I need you to go or send someone to fetch Nura,” he said.
“Oh.” The lines of concern emerged on her face. “What for?”
“Have her placed in a chamber in my palace. Near mine, if you will. I do not want her roaming around the Dreaming without any purpose. It can be dangerous in these times.”
“I see. I will have it done.”
“And also…you’re not going to allow her to have any books,” he added.
She had been mischievous before, using the time given to her to think and repent on getting lost in the dreams of her human lover instead. He would not give her the chance to do that again.
“Oh, but they keep her occupied,” Lucienne argued.
“She doesn’t need them,” Dream said.
His librarian’s forehead furrowed and conveyed her objection to his decision.
“My lord, if I may…it would be too harsh on her. She would be driven mad if she’s only trapped in a room.”
“Then what shall I do?” Dream countered. “Sentence her to the darkness? Uncreate and recreate her to rectify the many errors in her? Would that be good?”
Lucienne lowered her head and pursed her lips.
“I only wish…there could be a better way.”
“There isn’t and you mustn't pity her. She has no remorse for her actions, no guilt nor the will to atone for her mistakes,” he said.
“She is only scared.”
“Lucienne!” Dream uttered her name in warning.
He had had enough of his subjects forgetting themselves with him. He was thankful that Lucienne was the most disciplined of them all. She argued with him no further and left to obey the commands given to her.
Dream exhaled the bubbling unease in his chest as he directed his attention to the books that Lucienne had brought to him. They were the ones that he should have been reading. There were real and more devastating threats to his realm and the humans. He did not have the privilege to stew about Nura’s denial of him. Had she been compliant and granted him reprieve in her body, Dream might have been able to deal with the present issues with a more stable mind.
But she was a problem that he would have to address after the issue of the vortex and the missing entities are resolved. Till then, Dream hoped, that the solitary of the palace chamber would give her the ability to reflect on her mistakes and think about how to correct them. Or else, he would be compelled to do something worse.
oc drawing dump... creepypasta oc edition because thats literally all my ocs. creepypasta. (2nd fully shaded drawing was a one of ocs past designs, so not canon designs)
OH MY GOD I AM SO EMBARRASSED TO POST THIS BUT I REALLY LOVE THIS ART. UHMMM THIS IS A REDRAW OF AN OLD THING I DREW IN 2021, BUT I REDREW THIS IN LIKE SEPTEMBER.. OFC ITS AN OC X CANON CHARACTER AS YOU CAN SEE THE BLUE HAIRED GIRL IS MY OC YUNI THAT I REALLY LOVE A LOT. AND OFC THE EMO ASS MF IS JEFF.. basically I've been shipping these two for years and i always talk about them to my friends.. if you guys want like.. more of them, please let me know bc this is fr a comfort ship (if im correct, then my asks should be open, and you guys can request prompts!!)
click for 2021 ver
honestly love both versions, might end up redrawing this every year.. please if you ever draw these two i will literally smooch you on your forehead. tag me in the post if you do please please please
Art dump for my latest stuffs (mainly oc and selfsona art)
AVASH! the personification of lust 🔥🔥🔥