#please bring your snippets to meeeeee

[frikatilhi]

Not that anon, but I also have an ancient and very short draft from when Huhhahhei was released that I'm never going to go anywhere with, so I'm disposing of it in your inbox, hello

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"How is taking me out of the country going to teach me Finnish culture?" Bojan asks him as they're waiting in line between a family from Eastern Finland that is trying hard to get their children to stop staring, and a big Asian tourist group. "I tell you already, it's really important. You will see," Jere pats Bojan on the shoulder. Bojan sighs exasperatedly, but seems enthusiastic. "If you say so, Mr. Guide."

The line is moving a little slower than usual. Or maybe it's just been a while since Jere's been to one of these. He tries to see what's going on at the front of the line while Bojan carefully examines everything around them like one of the children who have never been to a cruise ship before. Well. Jere smiles at him but then concentrates again. Oh, they're checking documents. That explains.

"Bojan, you have your… pass, yes?" he asks. Bojan looks confused. "You took them both? Already got them lost?" Jere frowns. He's never even seen Bojan's—Oh. "No, not ticket, pass! Slovenia, your face, your name," Jere digs his own out of his pocket. He sees the flash of understanding in Bojan's eyes. "Yeah, I have my passport. Right here." He pulls it out and soon it's their turn.

A widening of the eyes reveals that the worker recognises Jere immediately, but is a professional and asks him to remove his cap and sunglasses for the check anyway. He's let through without trouble—his passport is legal and he knows how to purchase a couple boat tickets correctly, thank you very much—and Bojan takes a few seconds longer but is soon through, too. Not without flashing a big smile at the worker, though. Bojan seems to do that when he's in a good mood.

"Is that, uh, Moomin?" Bojan asks when they reach the little bridge to take them from the solid building to the ship and, indeed, the family that had been in front of them were now getting their picture taken with a more-than-life-sized Moomintroll. "Bojan wants the photo?" Jere asks. Personally, he has more than enough pictures of himself with everyone from Loreen to the president of Finland, but who is he to take away from Bojan's complete experience? Finnish culture, or whatever he had promised.

Fortunately, Bojan seems to relate to his enthusiasm, or lack thereof, for photographers and they walk past the Moomin. They enter the ship and it's, pleasantly enough, emptier than Jere remembers. He'd been careful to choose a date that wasn't any sort of holiday, anywhere, and there were no notable artists performing. He looks at Bojan, who's stopped in his tracks and is a bit slack-jawed, staring at the inside-street with shops and cafés, the 'promenade', with a look of wonder. A child, ha. Maybe this was a good idea.

Jere tears his eyes away from Bojan's criminally distracting face and catches a young woman looking at Bojan. Is that recognition or simple admiration—Bojan is a handsome guy—on her face? But she doesn't pull out a phone or even notice Jere, so he relaxes. 

"Come on, Bojan, our room is this way," he says, and Bojan turns to him as if he'd forgotten Jere was there. "Wait, how'd you know where it is?" Bojan asks. Oh, right, Jere was still keeping his ticket that also functions as the room key. He shows it to Bojan. "The first number means, um, how high it is," he tries to explain. "The floor? Storey?" Bojan clarifies and Jere nods. "Yes, floor. Second number is lift number. See? Our lift is here," he points at the sign on the wall, further down from the entrance. Bojan looks at the four numbers on the card, then at the sign, and nods appreciatively. "That's fucking smart, actually." Jere doesn't mention how often he's forgotten and wandered around boat corridors while drunk out of his ass. Bojan doesn't need to know everything about Finnish holiday culture. Everything about Jere.

Jere finds the right corridor without trouble—he has a Slovenian rock star to impress here—and they don't need to walk too long before they reach the right cabin. Jere shows Bojan how to unlock the door, and they get in. [insert bad sex joke for accurate characterization]

It's a regular four-person cabin, but one with a window to the sea, now that Jere can afford it. Bojan deserves better than the sweaty, windowless cabins below the car deck.

Bojan doesn't stop to stare at the window in wonder like Jere, but puts his bag down and examines first the couch and three beds on the wall, then the small bathroom, then the welcome-on-board message on the TV. "This is pretty nice," he says, probably not really sure what he's supposed to think. First time and all, Jere reminds himself.

ANON FIC IN INBOX MY DAY IS MAAAAAAADE!!!!

Jere taking Bojan on a cruise 😭😭😭😍😍😍😍

Please tell me they end up hyttiisi heilumaan heck yeah

[just-some-random-blogger]

GOSH THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WELL WRITTEN AND SO UTTERLY VIVID AND WARM AND HOT AND GAH

“This is your place, just as it is mine so please do not feel you cannot enter because of my sake.”

CRYING PLS THAT'S????? SO SAD ???!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

“I wish I could.” He confessed in a soft voice. His attention was back on the ring. “I cannot remember anything, but it does pain me to see such a sullen look on your face” - his eyes flickered over, connecting with yours “- and if such feelings reside in me then maybe not all hope is lost.”

😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 SO REAL DREAMY SO REAL

“You,” you smiled softly at him, “you are still my Dream; still hopeful despite it all.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IF I CANT HAVE THIS I DONT WANT IT

His eyes widened slightly, taken back by your statement. Yet, his shock vanished, giving way to a kind, gentle smile. A loving smile only you ever saw. “I am beginning to see why you are part of my life.”

“My star.” He whispered, tasting how the words were familiar on his lips.

[CRYING]

A frown tugged on the corner of his lips. Questions surged. Why did this happen? How could it be fixed? Why did his heart ache in your presence? Why were his thoughts scrambled and confusing? How could he forget his love?

You tilted your head and smiled, trying to ease any of his worries and pains. With your free hand, you reached out to cup his face, but froze. Your hand hovered awkwardly beside his face. He was Dream, your Dream, but you weren’t his - you were still a stranger.

NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SHES SO EMOTIONALLY MATURE AND CONSIDERATE THEY HAVE SUCH A HEALTHY DYNAMIC MY SKIN IS CLEARING

“Could,” you nervously licked your lips, “could I kiss you? I … I don’t know if it could help or -“

Me

“You may touch me.” His voice was low, oddly thick with uncertain emotions.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME

Anything, he thought. Anything to remember you.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

However, Morpheus stared, rigid. Somehow overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at once.

Just a hollow ache.

You began to pull back.

NAURRR BESTIE THE PANIC IS REAL COME BACKKKK

A memory, just a passing snippet, but one memory had returned. You backed away, but he soon quickly chased after you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. “Again,” he muttered against your lips, “please, kiss me again.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME

You kissed him with more passion - with more desperation.

Me

Please, bring him back to me.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE BRING HIM BACK TO HER

Your hands slid out of his hair, dragging your nails down his neck, down his shoulders, and rested on his chest. You bunched up his shirt. Needs and pleasure clouded you. You gently pushed on him. He fell back onto the blankets and pillows.

Me

Breathless, you stared down at Morpheus. His eyes showed no signs of recognition, only hints of wonder and confusion for the stranger who knew him so well. Did I take it too far? Am I overstepping? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -“

SHES SO EMOTIONALLY MATURE SLAY BUT ALSO FOR WHAT HE GAVE YOU PERMISSION GIRLIE EAT HIM UPPP 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

“We can keep going or we can stop. Just tell me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You said.

Shes so hot for that but also DEVOUR HIM DEVOUR HIM FOR US

“You.” He answered. His hands latched onto your hips, not wishing for you to be anywhere else. “You and only you, my love - my star.”

“Yes.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to remember.”

BEST MAKE HIM REMEMBER 📢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊

“You can touch me,” you whispered. “I want you to touch me.”

TOUCCCCHHHHHH MEEEEEE

“I will make you remember me,” you promised.

YN SUCH A DOM FUCK THATS HOT

I LOVE THAT FOR US NORMALLY YN ISNT WRITTEN AS A DOM AND I LOVE THAT FOR HER SLAY YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM

He shivered. Such an exciting promise.

Me🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

You laughed, almost about to cry with absolute joy. “Morpheus, my Dream, welcome back.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💗💗💗💗💗💗💗IM SO HAPPYYYYY

Smiling, he took your hand, kissing your knuckles - kissing your ring. “Then allow me, your loving husband, to take care of you.”

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME

He buried his face into your neck. “My star, my love. Forgive me.”

“How could I forget such beautiful sounds,” Morpheus hummed.

You whimpered. Your nails clawed at his back. Ribbons of red slashed over his already bruised skin. He moved at a new, deliciously, unforgiving pace. Each stroke you saw stars. You barely could catch your breath.

He mercilessly pounded into you, committing every second to memory. He dared not forget a single second.

“Let me see it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Let me see what I’ve nearly forgotten.”

[MENTALLY UNWELL]

You pulled away, cupping his face as he hovered over you. “Don’t you dare let something like that happen again.”

Me

He whispered into your lips, “But, I will not object if this is how to regain my memories of you.”

Id put the surprised Pikachu meme here but i have only one pic left to put.

And here it is

Good night 😴

Remember Me

Summary: On a trip to the Waking, Dream returned but, with something missing. He had no memories of you, of his love. So, you may have an idea on how to get his memories back.

Word Count: ~4k

Reader: Afab

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, riding, minor oral (male!receiving), minor dirty talk), slight angst in beginning, lots of fluff at the end

Requested by the lovely @duckland

MINORS DNI/ 18+ ONLY

“I’m sorry.”

It was the same repetitive drone - an annoying buzz in your ears.

Who were they sorry for?

You? Or Morpheus, your sweet Morpheus?

Morpheus had taken a trip to the Waking only to return broken - or at least broken to you. You were not sure how, why, or who did it, but Morpheus could not remember you. He could not remember any aspect, not any of the time spent together, not even your name.

Everyone - the entirety of the Waking and even a few of Dream’s siblings - tried to help. They tried anything and everything to return his memories, but it all ended in failure. Now, you were left with pointless apologies, apology after apology each one grating on your nerves.

So, you hid.

Hiding from the pitiful stares, hiding from the insurmountable heartache, hiding from the one person who you cherished more than creation itself.

However, you couldn’t - and shouldn’t - hide forever. And before you worked up the courage, your feet had already carried you to him, carried you home. You knocked on the bedroom door, knocked on your own bedroom door.

A voice, so soothing and resounding, spoke from the other side. “You may enter.”

You opened the door, peeking your head in.

Morpheus sat perfectly straight on the edge of the vast bed draped in his signature midnight color. His eyes, those beautiful twinkling blue, stared off emotionless as he retreated deep within his thoughts searching through his shattered memories. His hands clasped together, yet he mindlessly twisted a ring - a ring he cannot recall giving nor receiving, a matching ring you wore on your hand.

His eyes slid over to you, blank and reserved.

Eyes of a forgotten life.

He stopped fidgeting with his hands, and placed them in his lap. He nodded, respectfully. “Hello.”

“Hi.” You hovered by the door. “Is it okay if I come in?”

“This is your place, just as it is mine so please do not feel you cannot enter because of my sake.”

You nodded, closing the door behind you. You shuffled over, and plopped down on the bed with a sizable space between the two of you. Swallowing down the pain, you whispered. “Did any of it help? Being in here? Seeing our life together?”

Morpheus paused, then solemnly shook his head. “I am truly sorry, but I cannot recall you nor our life together.”

Your throat constricted. You blinked back a few tears and nodded, turning away from him.

“I wish I could.” He confessed in a soft voice. His attention was back on the ring. “I cannot remember anything, but it does pain me to see such a sullen look on your face” - his eyes flickered over, connecting with yours “- and if such feelings reside in me then maybe not all hope is lost.”

You blinked.

And surprisingly, you laughed. A short bubble of laughter.

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed together.

“You,” you smiled softly at him, “you are still my Dream; still hopeful despite it all.”

His eyes widened slightly, taken back by your statement. Yet, his shock vanished, giving way to a kind, gentle smile. A loving smile only you ever saw. “I am beginning to see why you are part of my life.”

You laughed again, a true loud laugh filled with joy and hope.

Oh, it was like an old melody to Morpheus. One he had rediscovered after centuries, and nearly lost to time. His heart skipped - a quick flutter. He truly loved such thrilling feelings - feelings that he deeply missed, feelings that apparently came true again with you.

“What?” He breathed out, wishing to hear the reason for your honey rich laughter.

“Sorry,” your laughter faded, but a wide grin was left behind, “you always said you couldn’t imagine a life without me. I guess hearing you say that just proves that your memories of us are still inside you just locked away somehow.”

“Ah.”

You smiled. “You know, you called me your North Star once, that I was the one thing always guiding you back home.”

“My star.” He whispered, tasting how the words were familiar on his lips.

Your breath hitched. “Yeah, your star.”

A frown tugged on the corner of his lips. Questions surged. Why did this happen? How could it be fixed? Why did his heart ache in your presence? Why were his thoughts scrambled and confusing? How could he forget his love?

How could he forget his beautiful star?

Seeing his frown, you leaned over and clasped his hand. His eyes fell to your hand. Hesitantly, unsure of himself, he turned his hand, offering his palm. You instantly, like all the times before, intertwined your fingers with his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We will figure this out.”

He continued to stare at your hand in his, stare at the set of matching rings. He wordlessly nodded.

“Morpheus.”

His eyes trailed up.

You tilted your head and smiled, trying to ease any of his worries and pains. With your free hand, you reached out to cup his face, but froze. Your hand hovered awkwardly beside his face. He was Dream, your Dream, but you weren’t his - you were still a stranger.

“You may touch me.” His voice was low, oddly thick with uncertain emotions.

You cupped his face.

He immediately leaned into your touch, and sighed in relief. Odd, how a stranger brought such comfort.

But how can I unlock his memories? You thought.

You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “Can … can I try something?”

“What?”

“Could,” you nervously licked your lips, “could I kiss you? I … I don’t know if it could help or -“

“You may.” He answered.

Anything, he thought. Anything to remember you.

You blinked, surprised by his eagerness. You mumbled a shaky ‘okay’. You scooted closer, and drew his face towards yours. Your eyes dropped to his lovely pink lips. Leaning in, your lips brushed over his, almost waiting for him to tell you to stop. Nothing, no objections. You closed your eyes and pressed a gentle chaste kiss.

However, Morpheus stared, rigid. Somehow overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at once.

Just a hollow ache.

You began to pull back.

“Is that how you greet your husband?” Morpheus amused by your short fleeting kiss.

You hummed, smiling. “If you want something, then ask my dear husband.”

His heart leapt into his throat.

A memory, just a passing snippet, but one memory had returned. You backed away, but he soon quickly chased after you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. “Again,” he muttered against your lips, “please, kiss me again.

You didn’t hesitate, and you didn’t hold back.

You kissed him with more passion - with more desperation.

Please, bring him back to me.

You threw your arms over his shoulders, and carded your fingers through the ends of his hair. He sighed, fluttering his eyes closed. Your lips moved in sync, in this wondrous dance of take and give. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. Your tongue grazed over his bottom lip. It ached for entry, and you could only pray he would answer. And he did, he relinquished all control.

Your lips curled into a giddy smile. Your tongue slipped in, tasting him just as you’ve done so many times before. Your nails scraped against his head. He shivered. You tugged on his soft raven locks.

Morpheus hummed.

He was thrilled by how well you knew his body, and how easily he reacted to your touch.

Without thinking, he moved you. He brought you onto his lap.

It was instinctual, completely out of habit.

Your hands slid out of his hair, dragging your nails down his neck, down his shoulders, and rested on his chest. You bunched up his shirt. Needs and pleasure clouded you. You gently pushed on him. He fell back onto the blankets and pillows.

His chest heaved - all his air was stolen by you. Not only the air in his lungs, but his thoughts were stolen too.

Stolen by a not quite stranger.

Breathless, you stared down at Morpheus. His eyes showed no signs of recognition, only hints of wonder and confusion for the stranger who knew him so well. Did I take it too far? Am I overstepping? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -“

“It’s okay,” he said. “I asked for that, did I not?”

You nodded and quietly asked, “So, did … did it help? Did you remember anything?”

“I did.”

“You did?” You tried not to let your excitement overtake you.

“It was small, a simple conversation.”

“Okay, uh, that’s good,” you whispered.

Your lips still tingled with the ghost of his, and you could still taste him on your tongue. Nervously, you adjusted yourself to comfortably straddle his waist. Your hands still laid on his chest, resting above his beating heart.

Should you keep going?

God, you wanted to.

But.

“We can keep going or we can stop. Just tell me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You said.

Morpheus’s hands skimmed up your thighs, and curled around your hips. Again, it was such a natural act - it was what felt right.

You smirked down at him. The sunlight from Fiddler’s Green haloed around you. “What do you want, my king?”

“You.” He answered. His hands latched onto your hips, not wishing for you to be anywhere else. “You and only you, my love - my star.”

Morpheus blinked.

Another memory, another wonderful memory. His back itched at the faint memory of the prickly blades of grass, and his skin was warmed by the nonexistent sun.

It was all here. All the memories of you were still here.

“Morpheus?” You asked, concerned by his silence.

He swallowed, tightening his grip on you. “Do not stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to remember.”

You smiled. You bent down, and kissed him softly. “As you wish, my king.”

My king.

He loved how it rolled off your tongue.

Yours.

You trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He instantly craned his head, surprised by how his body simply acted.

“I will never grow tired of marking your skin,” you whispered the confession into the crook of his neck. Your teeth grazed over his flawless skin, making him shiver. You enjoyed - immensely - marking his skin, enjoyed how easily he bruised, and how quickly he healed to repeat the process all over again the next night. “And you may not remember now, but I know you love it when I do.”

“Louder,” you murmured. You nipped at his neck, adding to the countless amount of love bites you created. “I want the whole kingdom to hear you.”

Morpheus groaned.

“Again.”

A moan, faint and soft, rumbled in the back of his throat. Memories and reality clashed together, fueling his growing pleasure.

You sat back, and ran your hands down his chest. Biting your lip, you slipped your hands under his shirt.

His breath stuttered.

Your delicate fingers traced over every curve, every taunt muscle, every inch of his body. To you, his body was an instrument. You knew where to touch to draw out such lovely sounds, to create a symphony of pleasure. Slowly, you lifted up his shirt, revealing the body you had seen dozens upon dozens times before. The body of a friend, the body of a lover, the body of your husband.

Before you could ask, Morpheus sat up, shucked off his coat and shirt then tossed it all onto the floor.

Excited, you started to remove your shirt, when his hands stopped you.

“May I?” He asked.

You smiled. “Of course.”

Taking the hem of your shirt, he carefully lifted it up and over your head, throwing it into the pile he created. His eyes fell to your body - a body he had not seen before, but his hands knew of it. They danced over your skin, running over your curves and edges. Like muscle memory.

Yet, he did not touch you where you wanted him to. You swiftly unclipped your bra, adding it to the pile on the floor.

Morpheus, however, stared, transfixed by you.

“You can touch me,” you whispered. “I want you to touch me.”

His hands brushed up your sides and cupped your bare breasts. You let out a breathy sigh, and dropped your head forward. He gently played with them, kneading and occasionally pinching your hardened nipples. He was more enthralled by your soft moans that constantly tumbled out of your parted lips.

But, he quickly moved on.

One hand glided up your chest, and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you to him.

Your lips.

He could not get enough of your lips.

“Morpheus,” you mumbled as his lips left yours. “What are you doing?”

He smiled, one that hid secrets. “Can I not kiss the one I love?”

You huffed, smiling back at him. “You can, but here? In the library?“

He swooped in again, stealing another kiss. “I wish to kiss you wherever and whenever I please.”

Morpheus parted his lips, and slipped his tongue in your mouth. It swirled around, savoring each second. He knew without thinking exactly how to render you into a mess.

And a mess you were becoming.

You whimpered, and clung to him. You rolled your hips, needing just a bit of friction.

Morpheus moaned in your mouth.

Empowered by it, you rolled your hips again.

He swiftly broke the kiss, releasing a shaky breath. All of this was insanity, but he wouldn’t stop - couldn’t.

And neither could you.

You were becoming relentless.

You kissed up and down his neck, and soon nipped at him. The first of many marks to come. He hummed, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You bit him again, and again, sucking on his bruisable skin. He groaned, holding you tighter.

“I will make you remember me,” you promised.

He shivered. Such an exciting promise.

You pushed him back down. And he willingly complied.

Smiling, you then began to kiss down his chest. Occasionally, biting and sucking at his skin.

He sighed, closing his eyes.

Marking up his chest, you moved farther and farther downwards. You kissed each of his hips, then paused - paused at the waistband of his pants, clearly in the way. You peered up at him.

He cracked open his eyes, glancing down at you. His heart soared at such a sight: you peering up through your lashes with a teasing smile on your swollen lips. Licking his lips, he nodded - a quick jerk.

Your smile widened.

Undoing his pants, you swiftly discarded all the layers of confining fabrics, including his underwear. The King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realm laid completely bare before you, with red splotches dotted over his once perfect skin, just like so many times before.

Your eyes fell to his hardened cock. Biting back a smile, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it.

He tilted his chin back, groaning through clenched teeth. With the barest feathery touch, pleasure - unadulterated pleasure - surged through him. Pleasure he didn’t know of, but his body certainly did.

“Remember all of our nights spent together.” You teasingly stroked him. His mouth fell open, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Remember how some of those nights I had you begging.”

“Say it, Morpheus.”

Morpheus sprawled out on his back. Sweat covered his forehead, making his usually chaotic hair lay down flat. He was left utterly breathless. His hand was tangled in your hair, tugging on it in a silent plea to keep going. He licked his lips, and mumbled, “Please.”

You smirked, peering up at him with your face nestled between his legs. You peppered butterfly kisses up his cock. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Morpheus moaned.

Your thumb ran over his tip collecting his precum. Your movements were painstakingly slow, easing him - or torturing him in his case - to his high.

He greedily bucked his hips.

“Patience,” you purred, “I need you to remember all of it.”

You let go of him, and he nearly whined.

“Remember how my lips feel against your skin.” You nipped his hip, bruising him further. “Remember how my hands trail over your body.” Your hands skimmed up his sides, sending waves of goosebumps. “Remember how I whisper and moan in your ear.” You crawled on top of him, and ducked your head and gently blew at his ear. He shivered. “Remember how much you mean to me.”

“I love you.”

Morpheus froze. He slowly turned, looking at you. You were gaping like a fish, stunned by your own sudden confession.

“I … I do,” you mumbled, finding your voice again, “and you don’t have to say anything right now. I just … I just thought you should know. I love you, Morpheus.”

He stayed silent, his expression was blank.

Embarrassed, you glanced away.

“Love … love is something I know of fondly, and I also know of the heartbreak and ruin that inevitably follows.” His voice was barely above a whisper as the truth spilled out.

You peered back over at him.

His expression was now soft, and full of love and adoration. He gently cupped your face, bringing you close to him. He pressed his forehead to yours, letting his world be consumed by you. He smiled, “But with you, it feels … different. I know it will be. You keep me grounded, and I am safe and home with you by my side. You, my love, are my guiding star - my North Star, always bringing me back to you. So yes, I do love you. I love you more than you could ever fathom.”

You pulled away from him, looking down at his lust filled eyes - the dark void overtaking the pristine blue galaxies.

You quickly shimmed out of your pants and underwear, wanting to fill his needs, wanting him to come back to you.

You hovered over him. The tip of his cock skimmed over your wet folds. You cursed under your breath. While, Morpheus’s hands latched onto your hips, excited and relieved. He almost pushed you down himself. But, thankfully, you finally gave in.

You sank down on him, enjoying how he stretched and filled you.

His jaw clenched. Heavenly, would be one word to describe such a sensation. Addicting, would be another.

Your hands rested on his chest. You began to move your hips up and down - savoring it, memorizing it. How deliciously full you felt, how easily he meddled with your body.

Countless nights spent like this, countless nights of love and passion, countless nights of whispered confessions. You wouldn’t lose him, you couldn’t.

Your nailed dragged down his chest as you found a steady rhythm.

A moan rumbled in his throat.

His hands moved up and splayed across your back. He then, surprising himself, sat up. He was so desperate to have you closer. It was cold without your skin pressed up against his.

Cold and lonely.

Smiling at him, your hands moved to his shoulders for support. You continued to bounce, an easy languid pace, watching as pleasure washed over his features. Your fingers played with the edges of his hair, occasionally tugging on him sending shivers down his spine.

Then, you rolled your hips.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Morpheus. He dropped his head, nuzzling his face into your neck. His heavy breath fanned over your hot skin.

“Look at me, Morpheus, please.” His head fell back, staring up at you with dazed eyes. You smiled, and pressed your forehead to his. “I’m right here. I got you.”

Looking into your eyes, he was lost within them.

Lost within the surge of memories.

Each one zipped by, each one beautiful and loving, from the moment you met to the last one - him kissing you goodbye before he left for the Waking. It was a chaotic whirlwind, leaving him dizzying and his heart pounding.

He blinked as tears welled up, he matched your smile and cupped your face. “My star.”

Your heart skipped. Is he -

“My sweet star,” he pressed his lips to yours, “how could I forget you.”

You laughed, almost about to cry with absolute joy. “Morpheus, my Dream, welcome back.”

He kissed you again, loving how your lips fit against his. The perfect puzzle piece, his other half, his guiding star.

He carefully flipped you around, gently laying you on your back. He smiled down at you, brushing away a tear that escaped your eye. Your smile was wide, and beautiful as ever. He loved your smile, loved how you lit up a room with it.

He rolled his hips, and his cock slid out and back in.

Your smile dropped as you let out a breathy moan.

He also loved to hear such sounds from you.

He buried his face into your neck. “My star, my love. Forgive me.”

You grabbed his face, making him look at you, “There is nothing to apologize for.”

Smiling, he took your hand, kissing your knuckles - kissing your ring. “Then allow me, your loving husband, to take care of you.”

He rocked his hips again.

You sighed in wonderful bliss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down to you. Each stroke filled you, each one hit all the right spots. Oh, it was great to have him back.

His hand trailed down your side, stopping at your thigh. In an instant, he swiftly hooked your leg up and over his shoulder. An intense bloom of pleasure coursed through you. You moaned loudly and unabashedly as you arched your back.

“How could I forget such beautiful sounds,” Morpheus hummed.

He snapped his hips.

You whimpered. Your nails clawed at his back. Ribbons of red slashed over his already bruised skin. He moved at a new, deliciously, unforgiving pace. Each stroke you saw stars. You barely could catch your breath.

“Morpheus,” you moaned.

“Hmm, how could I forget such beauty.” He lifted your hips, hitting a new spot.

You gasped.

The sinful sounds of skin smacking together, the sounds of him sliding in and out, the sounds of his heavy breathing and deep soothing voice - it was nearly too much. His hands re-explored what he had almost forgotten. He needed to touch you, touch every part of you. They grazed up your sides, and pinched one of your nipples.

You moaned.

“Never again.” He whispered.

He mercilessly pounded into you, committing every second to memory. He dared not forget a single second.

Your walls clamped around him, you would not last much longer. “Morpheus,” you warned him.

“Let me see it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Let me see what I’ve nearly forgotten.”

He would not forget you.

He would not forget how your lips fell apart as you cried out in pleasure, how your head tilted back into the pillows, how your eyes fluttered close and bliss overtook you. Smirking, he fiercely continued to work you through your orgasm, remembering how he loved to watch as you withered in overwhelming pleasure, as you clung to him whispering his name over and over. All of it was divine. Sweet bliss. He quickly followed, reaching his own end, as your name tumbled off his lips.

But, you swallowed up his sounds. You hungrily kissed him, drawing him down to you.

Morphues chuckled in the back of his throat.

You pulled away, cupping his face as he hovered over you. “Don’t you dare let something like that happen again.”

He smiled sweetly. “I promise.”

He bent down kissing you again. You hummed, thankful the cruel nightmare was over. Your Dream was back.

He whispered into your lips, “But, I will not object if this is how to regain my memories of you.”

You huffed through your nose. You brought him down onto the bed, so you could hold him properly, to have your husband back in your arms. “Later. Right now, I just want to stay right here like this.”

He wrapped his arms around you, grateful to be back. “As you wish, my star.”

Never again.

He will remember you, forever and always.