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Consequences

Summary: For nearly half of a year, you had been in a romantic relationship with both Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, and Calliope, a Greek Muse. However, soon, a seed of doubt, insecurity, and jealousy blooms as the two past lovers grow closer and begin to neglect you. So, what will happen when you finally snap?

Word Count: ~3.5k

Reader: Afab!reader

Warning: Smut (edging, dirty talk, oral!receiving, fingering, light choking, possessiveness, minor praise kink), angst (jealousy and mentions of leaving) sprinkled in the beginning, fluff at the end

Note: It can be a part 2 for this, or just a standalone

I’m fine.

I love them each dearly. Nothing will ever change that.

Nothing.

But.

But, do they truly love you the same in return? Do they truly cherish you like you cherish them? Do they spend more time together when you are away? Don’t they share more secrets, share more memories? Do they love each other more -

This new sinister voice drilled question after question into your mind and waning sanity. It filled every crevice, void of love, with doubt and despair. Piece by piece, it sewed its control over you. It whispered its relentless questions, it showed you flashes of scenes and interactions in a new twisted light, it reminded you of the cruel truth.

The truth being: Calliope and Morpheus had a past. A complicated past, yes, but one that was built on a shared love. And although it may have ended messily, they wished to overcome and start again, start new.

With you.

Or you simply forgot that last crucial part.

The first couple of months were picture perfect. It was a new beginning with the two of them and you truly never felt happier, or more alive. With nights spent as a whole trio or with only one, and dates and outings do whatever the day brought. They showered you in affection, they whispered about their combined love, and with time they slowly revealed their shared past and all its secrets, good and bad.

You were thankful that they felt comfortable to do so. Honored, in a way. Yet, the comfort did not last long. Tiny, minuscule, storm clouds began to form over your head. And bit by bit, almost resentful of them, you pulled away. For some reason, they did not reach out farther. They did not pull you back from the edge, they did not see the pain behind your smile, they did not question as you grew more silent and reserved.

They did nothing.

You tried helplessly to push past it, tried to act as if this envious worm, rotten, bitter, and jealous, hasn’t made a residency in your heart.

But, it did.

In passing moments, whether it be in the Waking or the Dreaming, you only saw how they looked to each other. Like gravity they were drawn together, unable to stop it.

You laid awake in the dark, awfully quiet bedroom. Only with your spiraling thoughts to keep you company. It all played on repeat: every scene together, every moment from the beginning of the relationship to its entirety of the past months.

Do you think they are together right now? Do you think Calliope visits the Dreaming when you are away? What would they be doing? What would they be doing without you? Would they -

You flung your pillow at the wall. It didn’t sway or lessen any pain. You wanted objects to shatter, to shatter like how your heart began to crack. You gritted your teeth ready to rip out your hair. It was maddening.

They each have their own lives as do I. You told yourself. I’m busy, they’re busy. And - and -

You screamed.

Why couldn’t these feelings go away?

The storm clouds brewed and festered. A storm - no, a ravenous hurricane would make land soon. You simply hoped you were prepared for the inevitability consequences.

After a few weeks apart, all three of you were united once again. You should be happy, thrilled even, you should be smiling and laughing. Yet, all you could do was grit your teeth, about to crack them, and glower at Calliope and Morpheus.

In your apartment, in your living room, Calliope laid in Morpheus’s arms. Her back pressed into his chest with his arms carefully wrapped around her waist. All the while, you sat on a lone chair. Across the room, far, far away from them.

The tv played random movies all of which were distant static in your ringing ears. Your eyes focused solely on the two of them. You wanted to smile at their smiles, you wanted to laugh at their hushed whispers. You wanted, and wanted, and wanted -

“Does anyone need a drink ro anything?” You asked, nearly biting a hole on the inside of your cheek.

The pair shook their heads, saying their thanks, and stayed clasped in each other’s embrace.

You muttered ‘okay’ and hopped up desperately needing the space.

In your kitchen, you tugged on your hair begging why you felt this way. Why now? Why these constant horrid emotions and thoughts? Why did you clench your jaw at the sight of your two loves? Why did you dig your fingernails into your palm when they giggled together? Why did you want to scream when they shared a smile? Why, why, why -

Laughter, contagious and boisterous, echoed.

Your heart clenched.

Don’t. You’ll only make it worse for yourself. Don’t -

You peered out of the kitchen. Calliope, pressed into Morpheus’s chest, was laughing wholeheartedly throwing herself into him, while Morpheus chuckled lightly; he was more amused by Calliope’s outburst. Sounds, sweet hypnotic sounds, which should have brought a flutter in your heart only grated on your ears. Your face twisted as all the anger you had locked away started to break down the door.

Morpheus dropped his head down, whispering into Calliope’s ear. She laughed more, unable to stifle her giggles.

Red covered your vision.

How dare they.

It was as if you didn’t exist. They were more enraptured with each other than anything else. Almost as if you were nothing, nothing but a mere mortal - a pathetic ant to play with for these two worldly gods.

They clearly didn’t need you. Or want you.

Clearly, they didn’t care.

Jealousy was a wicked vile monster. Anger was her fiery insatiable friend. Together, the two had wound you up for weeks, spewing their truths, and now you could not push them back anymore.

“Am I interrupting?”

Calliope and Morpheus, smiling and cheerful, glanced over to you. You, however, did not share their same smile. Never did.

Calliope blinked, taken back by your seething glare. Sitting up, she turned, looking at you. “What’s the matter, my -“

“Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Your lips twisted into a snarl. How dare she think she can sweeten me over?

Morpheus’s eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. What has stirred such a hateful reaction? He looked to Calliope only to find the same confusion.

“I don’t understand,” Morpheus stated. “What has caused such -“

“How can two gods - or a goddess and some cosmic being, be so dense? Are you not all seeing and all knowing? Or is that only for each other?”

A sliver of the truth hidden behind all your rage.

Calliope could not find the words. Her mouth gaped like a fish on land, shocked by this side of you.

Morpheus, however, responded more coolily, sternly. He slowly rose to his feet, tilting his head back. Summoning all of his regal prestige and power. “Will you tell us what afflicts you, or will you continue to throw a tantrum like a common child?”

“A child?” You gasped; your nails cut into your palm.

“Yes, a child.”

“Morpheus,” Calliope warned. “Let’s not do -“

“Says the being who has told stories of throwing tantrums throughout his entire existence.” You fired back.

Calliope instantly shot up, placing a hand on Morpheus’s chest. She looked at you, frowning. “You must stop this at once. I do not know where this has come from but it ends now.”

You heard none of it. Your eyes locked on her hand on his chest.

She chose him.

They chose each other.

“Well, clearly, you don’t need me,” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. “I should probably go find someone else then!“

They tensed.

You continued on, fueled by your rage. “Find someone else to care for me and hold me and pleasure me in ways you two have not. Neither of you have even touched me in weeks.” Another truth. But, it was not necessarily their fault, because life had a habit of getting in the way. You simply wanted to hurt them. “Don’t worry, you guys stay here and enjoy yourself, I’ll go out and find someone else.”

The air shifted.

Your anger had spread. It infected.

You glared, wanting some reaction. However, they stood transfixed in place with blank stares. Huffing, you spun on your heel.

So, be it.

Instantly, you smacked into something and stumbled back. Your head snapped up to see Morpheus. His haunting blue eyes bore into you - through you into the deepest parts of you. Your lips thinned as you held his gaze.

He stepped forth.

Instinctively, you stepped back.

Into Calliope.

Her arms wrapped around your waist, trapping you. You tried to squirm free, but Morpheus cleared his throat. You froze. He reached out, with his forefinger and thumb, grabbing your chin and tilted your head back. “Oh no, sweet one,” he whispered, dangerously. “You will not be going anywhere.”

“Really?” You asked, defiantly.

Calliope chuckled in your ear, amused by your act. “Oh, yes.”

You scoffed.

Morpheus’s hands wrapped around your neck, dragging you closer. His lips brushed over yours. He enunciated each word, every syllable, sharply. “You. Are. Staying.”

Fear trickled down your spine, like a wet cloth it doused your fire. Or most of it.

Without warning, Calliope dragged you off. You stumbled, and still contemplated whether to fight back. Yet, as you peered over your shoulder, Morpheus glared unwaveringly at you. You swallowed and became a little more compliant.

In your bedroom, slightly disoriented and muddled with diminishing hateful emotions, Calliope pulled you into a searing kiss. Your knees nearly buckled. You instantly clung to her as she worked her spell over you. Her nimbly fingers grazed over your body, bringing goosebumps in their wake. She quickly discards all of your clothes in a fury, all the while she stayed fully clothed.

Your hands reached out to touch her, to remove her confining layers of clothing when her hands caught your wrists. You blinked, stunned. She simply smirked.

Arms, from behind, wrapped around your waist. Morphues dragged you backwards and down into the bed. With a soft ‘oof’, your back fell into his chest, while he rested on the headboard. Oddly, his clothes also remained on. His plain shirt, usually soft, itched and rubbed against your bare back. His firm arms tightened around your waist, locking you place. He dropped his head, and his lips ghosted over your shoulder. He barely touched you, and yet you complied, giving yourself over completely.

The fire from before, the anger and jealousy vanished, died out, as you were at their mercy, and you didn’t mind.

At least for now.

Calliope, however, remained at the end of the bed. Her soft hands danced over your legs. You peered down at her, nervous and giddy. She smiled sweetly, yet her eyes twinkled with sinister intentions. Her hands spread your legs apart. Her smile widened. You were dripping. Barely minutes in and you were already like this.

“My love,” she purred.

You shivered.

Dropping to her knees, she planted feather-like kisses on the inside of your thighs. You sighed dreamily, closing your eyes. Quickly, like a switch, her delicate kisses shifted, more sinful, more demanding. She nipped and bit, marking every inch - bruising you. You gasped, your legs jerked, but Calliope’s hands kept you firmly pressed into the bed.

“Calliope,” you moaned.

You didn't say it, but she knew what you wanted. And she allowed it.

Just for this moment.

Her mouth latched onto your dripping folds, lapping up everything.

You arched your back, but Morpheus’s arms kept you in place. You squirmed in his unshakable grasp.

He chuckled against your skin. “So needy.”

You whimpered.

His hands snaked up and cupped your breast. Your head fell back onto his shoulder. He kneaded and played with you, raising you higher and higher along with Calliope’s memorizing tongue.

Calliope hummed. Her nails dug into your thighs, marking half crescents into your already bruised skin. Your breath caught in your throat. Morpheus twisted your perked nipples. You mewled, squeezing your eyes in pleasure.

“How long has it been since we’ve been together?” Morpheus whispered in your ear. “How long since you’ve been touched?”

Your breath hitched.

He nipped at your neck. “Days? Weeks, as you supposedly claim?”

You couldn’t answer. And you weren’t sure if you should.

His hands traced up the valley of your breast and curled around your neck. He squeezed gently, just as Calliope hummed again.

It sent shockwaves through you.

Your mind was in a state of frenzy. Every nerve was on fire. Weeks. It had been weeks, and you were sensitive and desperate for them. Your walls tightened around Calliope’s tongue, a sure sign of your close end. You sighed, utterly at bliss and -

She instantly pulled away.

Your eyes shot open. “Calliope -“

Morpheus squeezed your neck and you groaned immediately shutting your mouth. He dropped his hand from your neck and wrapped his arms back around your waist. “No, not yet.”

“What? No, please,” you pleaded, bucking your hips.

“And why should we?” Calliope asked, crawling up to you. “We do not satisfy you as you say.”

“Well, I - uh -“

“So, why should you get the pleasure to come?” Morpheus cut you off. “We obviously have no clue as to what to do.” One of his hands crept down, tracing your body and cupped your sex. “We obviously do not know you or your body,” he murmured, and nibbled on your ear.

You whined.

Calliope touched your cheek, turning your head and attention on her. She gently stroked your cheek. As if to ease your worries, your pains. All of it was a sweet lie. She leaned in, her lips skimmed over your lips taunting you. You chased after them desperate. She smirked, unwilling to give you the satisfaction.

“We obviously do not know you, like how we do not know of this spot,” she dipped her head into the crook of your neck. Her breath fanned against your buzzing skin, making you shiver. “And how easily you become aroused by such a simple touch.”

“Or,” Morpheus’s thumb swiped across your swollen clit and you bit your lip, moaning, “how vocal you quickly become.”

Calliope cupped your breast and slowly rolled your nipple between her fingers. You arched your back. “Or how you love to be played with.”

Morpheus’s fingers slid into your folds, and slowly began to pump in and out. You hissed, whispering a string of curses under your breath. You grind your hips down, needing more. Morpheus chuckled darkly. “Or how your body always betrays you, and shows how truly desperate you are.”

Morpheus curled his fingers, beckoning you closer and closer, leading you to your edge. You moaned their names loudly and unabashedly.

They were right.

They knew you and your body well.

Morpheus smirked. He picked up his pace, absolutely relentless. The sound of your dripping sex and Morpheus’s skillful fingers rang in your ears. You whimpered. The feeling as before build and build. You clenched your thighs and nearly trapped Morpheus’s fingers.

But, he knew you, he knew your tells.

“Oh no,” he laughed once. He deliberately removed his fingers, soaked in your juices, and brought them up into the light as if to admire them. You whimpered, praying for relief. “Not yet, sweetness.”

“Morpheus -“

“Silence.”

Your mouth clamped shut, and your sex throbbed. His demanding aura was frightening, chilling, and it turned you on immensely.

Calliope chuckled, not oblivious of Morpheus’s effect on you. “Oh, my love, you will remember who you belong to.”

Your heart flipped, both excited and terrified.

“We will have you begging and pleading and even then we may not offer you relief,” Calliope explained. “But maybe if you only show us how good you are.”

“Correct, so we will have our fun,” Morpheus said lowly. “Do you understand?”

You nodded numbly.

“Good.” They both said as wicked smirks crossed their features.

Oh, yes, you were in trouble.

It was sweet punishment. The consequences to your actions.

Minutes bleed together.

Hours passed. Or so it seemed.

Each one of them had their turn with you - toying with you. They switched on and off, using their mouth and wicked tongue to their mind numbing fingers, and sometimes both. Each of them drew you so close to the edge. You could feel the ledge and was ready to fall into bliss, only to have them instantly pull away.

You whined and begged, repeating their names over and over like broken prayers. Yet, they only smirked and continued the torment all over again.

Calliope, now laying beside you, brushed the hairs sticking to your sweat covered forehead. “You are being so good for us.”

You whimpered, leaning into her soothing touch. “Please, I - I’m sorry for what I said.”

You have apologized a dozen times, but it did not sway them.

“We know,” she said softly. She looked down to Morpheus between your legs, who was watching the two of you. “What do you say, Oneiros? Do we continue or -?”

Morpheus’s eyes flickered over to you. With droopy, hazy eyes, you slowly peered down at him. Your eyes begged for relief and forgiveness. Your breathed heavily through your swollen parted lips. Your chest, speckled with sweat, rose and fell rapidly.

It was obvious, you were spent.

He ran a single finger through your folds.

You arched your back, mumbling incoherent nonsense.

He glanced at Calliope. “I believe we’ve had enough fun, don’t you say?”

Calliope smiled. “Oh yes.”

Morpheus’s fingers, again, easily slid in. You instantly grinded down on them. His mouth took your clit and gently sucked on it as his fingers feverishly pumped into you.

He was merciless.

You cried out.

And given how long it has been going on, you were very close. Your walls fluttered down around his fingers pleading for release. He hummed, loudly.

You whined, arching your back. “Morpheus.”

“Oh, come, my sweet love,” Calliope cooed. “You have been so patient with us.”

Morphues swirled his tongue and curled his fingers.

And that alone was enough.

You clamped down in his fingers, seeing stars as you moaned out their names. Morpheus eagerly removed his fingers and lapped up your juices. You squirmed and cried out in utter bliss.

Morpheus pulled away, chin soaked, to see you breathless and face buried into the bed. Calliope smiled gently down at you stroking your hair, grounding you back to Earth. Morpheus swiftly walked off grabbing a wet cloth and returned to clean you up while Calliope whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Quickly, the both of them crawled into bed pulling the sheets up over all three of you. Facing Calliope, you hugged her, drawing her closer, feeling her warmth. She peppered your face in butterfly kisses, while Morpheus, from behind kissed your shoulder.

“You were so good for us,” Calliope whispered.

Yet, as they showered you with their love. An ache built in your heart. The events from early resurfaced and the dull reminder of hateful emotions. You sniffled, as tears brimmed in your eyes.

“Oh, my love,” Calliope cupped your face, whipping away the tears. “Were we too -“

“It’s not you,” you blubbered out.

Morpheus wrapped his arms around your waist, comforting you. “Talk to us, love.”

“I am so sorry,” you mumbled as your throat clenched. You said it multiple times throughout the night, but you needed them to know how immensely sorry and guilty you were. “I said such awful things and I let my emotions get the better of me and -“

“Shhhhh,” Calliope cooed. “All is forgiven, you needn’t worry.”

“But - but I -“

“We are all captive to our emotions, and we simply need to learn from our mistakes and move forward.”

Morpheus kissed the back of your neck. “You know of my past, you know I have let pride and anger consume me. But now I am actively trying to do better, as well all are. We may stumble but it is those around us who pick us up and encourage us to try again who truly help.”

You nodded. Your heart now alleviated from the sorrowful pains and aches.

“And you are not solely to blame,” Calliope whispered, stroking your cheek. “You were also right, we have neglected you. Our attention was pulled elsewhere, but we will try better.”

You shook your head. “You shouldn’t apologize. You have duties pertaining to the whole world, and I shouldn’t put you at blame for that.”

“And yet, we also have a duty to you,” Morpheus hummed.

“He is right,” Calliope stated. “We agreed to this, and we failed you. But, it is not a mistake we will make twice.”

“Agreed.”

You smiled softly. “Okay, let’s promise here for a new start and to do better in the future.”

“I promise.” Calliope kissed your forehead.

“As do I,” Morpheus kissed between your shoulder blades.

You leaned forward kissing Calliope’s cheek, and she blushed under the gesture. You grabbed Morpheus’s hand and brought it up to your lips kissing his knuckles. He smiled softly against your back. “I promise too,” you whispered.

#fic #smut #sandman #threesome

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