For Eternity (Zamasu x Black fem Reader x Goku Black)

Relaxing

It was so early this morning, much earlier than even Zamasu was used to waking up. But, his only reason for being awake was because of you.

You were having something between a memory relapse and a nightmare, which was a surprise in itself considering your small energy flare had literally pulled his own mind into yours when your foreheads touched.

His only problem now, was calming you down enough to wake you up.

******

You were hugging your arms tightly around yourself, a mix of disbelief, shock, and horror in your expression as the metropolis that you had basically grown accustomed to for ten years was nothing more than a burning wasteland.

But that wasn't all. It was who you could see on the ground. All of the ones laid out before you.

And you already knew that they were dead. All of your friends that you have gotten to know, the kids, Bulma, Vegeta, Goku, and....

And Zamasu.

You wanted to back up from the scene, but your body didn't listen to you as you stepped forward instead, making you get a good view of the carnage.

One that you somehow knew that you caused.

That you were the cause of all of this.

And when you look down at your hands, you don't know if you want to throw up. Your hands are coated in so much red that the liquid is almost black. You can smell different levels of copper, the aroma so strong that even if you could clean your hands the smell was forever engraved into your skin.

And like a broken record, everything rewinded itself just up to the point where you were uncontrollably killing everyone.

All.

Over.

Again.

No matter how brutally painful it was to see the light of life leave everyone's eyes, no matter how hard you screamed at yourself to stop or to get them to run or get away from you, your mind didn't stop you from reliving it.

You knew all of this was much more than just saying that it was wrong, you never once used your powers to kill. Never! So why.. Why was this happening?!

Even as you tried to crouch down and cover your ears, to look anywhere but ahead of you, your body would continue to defy your will and go right back to purging your loved ones.

"Wake up...wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!!" You whisper screamed strongly to yourself, your eyes shut tightly as you did your best to dig your feet into the ground. To plant yourself in place. To turn your body away from everything.

Zamasu, your actual Zamasu, only watched for a short moment as the scene repeated. He had been pulled in with something closely resembling a red cord, now wrapped around his hand loosely a few times.

And to be honest, seeing you killing his dream self repeatedly was rather... Unsettling. But you weren't enjoying it in the slightest. He could see how much you were fighting against yourself and how bad you begged for this to end, how bad you screamed for those below to run away.

And it hurt his heart in such a way that he nearly broke right there. In a second he was there behind you, pulling you close to his chest from behind and covering your eyes with one hand.

"Y/N, you have to wake up."

"I can't! I'm trying to and I can't!!" You panicked against him, and felt your body starting to go back on the warpath even with Zamasu pinning you against himself.

"Yes, you can. Just listen to my voice and take a breath." Zamasu says into your ear, straining a bit to keep your body in place. You were definitely much stronger than he anticipated, but that didn't mean he was going to let you go.

"None of this is real, you can't let this dream control you... Give me control, I can stop this for you."

Your heart was hammering roughly against your ribcage, your high pressing anxiety making it worse. "How?!"

How, indeed. Your dream body was on autopilot, and he could feel how much your energy was fluctuating, which meant that you could probably hurt someone back in reality. That someone more than likely being him if those Saiyans were yet to barge in.

He'd have to get hurt, though, if it could cease your pain.

Moving his hand from covering your eyes, he stands in front of you instead and softly clasps his hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him.

"You are not the monster this dream is making you out to be. You are not even an angel. You are an actual goddess, Y/N. You create such beautiful things, and are even more caring than any other being that deems themself as a higher power. Your love is nothing that can be compared to, and it pains me to see you suffering like this..."

Your body seems to halt in place when Zamasu's grip tightens on your throat, your wide tear filled eyes staring up at him.

"The only pain I ever want to see you suffer through is when I'm making it pleasurable for you. The only screams that I want to hear coming from your mouth are the ones that are pleading for a sweet release, shouting my name when I'm buried so deep inside you. This dreamscape is truly getting your utmost attention for being gruesome, so I am going to change it so that your attention will be on me and me alone."

Crashing his lips against yours, Zamasu doesn't let go of your throat. And when your body tries to push him away, he uses his free arm to pin you against himself all over again, all the while making the kiss hot and heavy.

Your mind begins to fog up as your anxiety lowers, and your lust begins to surface. When his hand finally leaves from being clasped around your throat, it goes down and grabs your ass cheek tightly instead.

Your dreamscape starts to dissipate from the burning metropolis to the open night field that Zamasu had taken you in when you showed it to him.

At least he didn't have to worry about getting hurt. But now he was becoming as lustful as you.

Unfortunately, dreams tend to stop when they start to get good, and that's exactly what happens.

*****

You slightly get startled awake as your dream shuts off suddenly, your eyes snapping open before your vision slowly clears.

The first person you see is Zamasu, who's staring down at you with concern and an unwavering gaze as his hand is caressing your cheek warmly.

"Are you-"

Zamasu doesn't get to ask his question as you basically pounce on him, covering his face and lips in repetitive kisses. You were very thankful, but you were also in the mood. Your emotions were still running rather high, too, and all you wanted to do right now was forget that nightmare.

But you couldn't forget that lust that had swelled up. And it was clear to you that Zamasu couldn't either with the way that he was pitching a rather tall tent against the fabric of his pants.

Even though letting you be dominant this time had quite the few perks, Zamasu's dominant side took over anyway, and he was sure that this time you might actually get impregnated with how rough and deep he ended up going.

You were probably going to hate him from not being able to walk for a few hours.