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lilywastaken · 1 year

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⇝ SLEEPING + CUDDLING HCs !

CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!TommyInnit x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: how cuddling with some of my fav CCs would be like!

WARNINGS: SFW!

A/N: my first headcanons! I'll probably do a part two soon with some of the other CCs (quackity, karl, jack, etc), but I'll see! Please please please don't forget to reblog or comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you so so much for reading!! <3

MASTERLIST.

Also on Ao3!

DREAM:

I feel like Dream's love language is mostly physical touch, so he'd be the most willing to cuddle.

And although he probably has a very fucked up sleep schedule and only gets to cuddle you for a few hours before you wake up, his soft touch and warm body is so worth it.

If you're asleep by the time he gets to bed, he quietly sneaks underneath the covers and instantly searches for you with his arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his hold.

He mostly likes being the big spoon, pressing your back to his chest so he's able to snuggle his face into the crook of your neck and press soft kisses along your skin, smiling if you giggle or try and playfully wriggle away from his affections.

But just because he's normally the big spoon, doesn't mean he dislikes being held.

There are a few days where he just wants to collapse into your arms and let you hug him, run your fingers through his soft hair while he snuggles his face into your chest.

Much like everyone, he likes being held and comforted at times, it just reminds him that he isn't alone, and that whenever he has a bad day, he can come to you so you can make it better.

This man will drop whatever he's doing if you ask for a quick cuddle session. Training for mcc? He can train later. Cooking dinner? Food can wait. In the middle of a stream? The mute button exists for a reason.

Speaking of streaming, if he's live without his face cam on and craves affection, he will most definitely text you non-stop to come and sit on his lap so he can hold you while he plays.

Doesn't matter if it's Minecraft or some first person shooter, he'll manage. You're more important, after all.

SAPNAP:

Much like his best friend, Sapnap's very touchy when it comes to his s/o.

His hand is always either intertwined with yours or slipped into your back pocket when you're outside, the need to be close to you too much for him, and it doesn't really change in private.

Whenever you're lying down, be it on the sofa or in bed, he will always find a way to be draped on top of you or holding you to his chest, depending on his mood.

Sometimes he wants nothing more than to be held and kissed, and sometimes he just wants to hold you flush to his chest and nestle his face into your hair.

How he wants to cuddle fully relies on his mood.

If he's sad or angry or annoyed, he just wants to be held and coddled, with his head either resting on your lap or on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he waits for you to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, an action that turns him into putty almost immediately. Sometimes when he's too pissed off or upset, he keeps quiet, letting you do your thing while he clings to you; but if he's feeling up for it and you let him, he'll rant about whatever got him in a mood, appreciating your patience when it comes to him.

But, if he's in an actual good mood, happy or cocky or confident, he feels the need to show off, in a way. And so, he hugs you tightly to his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands run over the soft skin of your stomach, head snuggled right next to yours as he whispers sweet nothings and presses sweet kisses up and down your jaw and finally your lips.

GEORGE:

George is a heavy sleeper.

And because he's a heavy sleeper, he doesn't realise what he does at night, and it makes it quite hard for him to be woken up during his sleep.

He makes sure that he's always pressed up against you, be it with his chest against your back or with your legs wrapped around his waist, his head resting on your chest as he snores softly.

If he can't fall asleep (which is unlikely), he stares up at the ceiling while he plays with your hair, braiding it or running his fingers through it or simply pressing his face into it, enjoying the softness of the whole situation.

And although it makes up for really great and warm cuddles, it's a bit uncomfortable when you have to get up to go to the toilet or to start the day, his arm heavy over your stomach as he sleeps, peacefully unaware of your struggle as you try and get him off you.

Normally, you just cave into his warmth and snuggle into his side, brushing through his fringe with your fingers and running them over his sleeping features, pressing kisses over his jaw in an attempt to wake him.

Spoiler alert, it doesn't.

After a few hours of just lying there either scrolling on your phone or admiring his beauty, he finally starts to stirr, letting out soft groans and moans as he moves to hold you properly. He smiles at you and wishes you good morning, and when you try to move, he pulls you back, asking for "a few more minutes" to which you audibly groan, but succumb to his ministrations.

He isn't really a touchy person out in public, but he always makes sure that he's holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. But when you're alone, he lets himself indulge in your touches and hugs, running his warm hands over your skin under your shirt as you lay next to him, eyes drooping closed, threatening to once again fall asleep.

TOMMY:

Taking the sleepover vlog with Ranboo as reference, Tommy seems to sleep in a fetal position like most people, which makes me instantly think of curling up with him like that.

Assuming that he's way taller than you, you can easily snuggle your back up to his chest and let him hold you, your legs resting on his as he lazily holds an arm over your waist, drawing weird patterns onto your tummy or waist until he falls asleep.

If by chance you're taller than him, I'd like to think that he probably wouldn't think of changing the way he sleeps just to cuddle, so you sleep back to back, with him curled up with his own pillow until you feel him turn over and drape himself over you like a blanket, head lying on your shoulder as he softly snores.

That reminds me, snoring. Although it doesn't really relate to cuddles, I see Tommy as a big snorer. Like even asleep he has to make as much sound as possible. He always denies it as well, even if you've had his head right next to yours the whole night or even if you've recorded him, he refuses any claims that he snores.

Moving on, cuddles during daytime with Tommy are… an experience.

If you're sitting down on a chair or even on the floor, expect to be tackled from behind and picked up. You'll end up flailing your arms in surprise as he attempts to move you into a better position to cuddle, which normally ends with both of you on the floor.

Apart from the mini heart attacks you get from his sudden explosions of affection, cuddling with Tommy isn't that bad. He secretly likes being held sometimes, even if he screams at you whenever you bring it up amongst your friends, resting his head on your tummy or chest and falling asleep happily while you talk about whatever.

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why-what-no · 9 months

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Morpheus With a Touch Starved Partner Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Touch Starvation, Past loneliness

Notes: None

Requested by: @wonderwinchester

Morpheus always knew you were shy.

The way you would lower your gaze whenever someone looked over at you. The way that you would fall silent when someone you didn’t know entered a room.

Morpheus didn’t mind. He appreciated you. Both hating groups of people, of useless interactions, of ridiculous social conventions and requirements

He knew that you weren’t close to many people other than him. Knew that he was the closest person in your life

Still, he hadn’t seen the extent of that until weeks after the two of you got together.

As he observed you sink into his embraces with pure happiness, when you reach for his hand every time you are close.

When your aura immediately gets warmer when he was touching you.

He didn’t understand it at first. Not knowing why his touch was as precious to you as it was. But he didn’t complain nor dislike it.

Your happiness was his priority. And you being in his arms was proof that you were safe and with him.

He touched you with such gentleness, tenderly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand when your fingers were interlinked with his.

Your soft smile when he did so brightened up each day.

When he eventually found out from you that it was touch starvation, his heart broke for you. The idea that you had been so deprived of touch that you ate it up like a famished creature from him.

He couldn’t believe that you hadn’t gotten the love that you deserved before you met him.

After than, he made a promise to himself to keep the two of you connected as much as possible.

You would be with him as much as possible. His hand in yours, or on your back, or in your hair. Hugs and kisses whenever he say you

You would never be starved of touch again, he vowed

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cammys-imagines24 · 2 years

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•Dream as your Lover•

If what's written about Dream in the comics is any gauge, then he's very passionate with those he's infatuated with.

For example, "all that night they stayed together, and every living thing that dreamed, dreamed of her body, and of the warm salt taste of her sweat and her skin..."

Or, "when we made love it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured."

With just those quotes alone from the books it is easy to imagine what it's like.

As Morpheus's lover you receive fervor and lust beyond what you could ever fantasize.

It seems only a given that, when enamored by his love, the Dreamlord devotes all his time in wooing you and showing you every marvel there is, in this realm and the next.

His otherworldly, all encompassing love enfolds around you and consumes you.

He is Endless after all and with a mere starry eyed glance he can make you fall under his spell.

Giving you everything you could ever want or long for.

In both your waking hours and your dreams he is there to quench his need and fill your hunger.

You will never want for anything.

Dream is a man forever starved of your touch whenever you aren't near.

And, when you are, he will worship your body like it is his personal altar.

Your every curve and crevice, your every sweet spot a well traveled map he knows by heart.

He delights in making you come undone for him, because of him.

The Ruler of dreams and nightmares wants you overcome, overwhelmed from his ministrations.

From how the creamy silk of his skin melds against yours, from how his long ivory fingers grab and trace and touch you.

How his body fits perfectly with yours and how he makes you say his name like a carnal prayer moaned between your sinful lips.

In truth, with Morpheus's power, he could give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams without ever having to touch you.

By simply using your mind he could make you come apart at the seams and gift you with bliss and rapture in abundance.

But, he chooses to use his body so it may connect with yours. So he can feel his skin against yours, his parts meeting yours.

He lives for that connection. The intimacies that only two bodies together may create.

Being starved of your touch for more than a century only left the Dreamlord more insatiable.

Him all the more inclined to let Lucienne keep watch over his realm in favor of more time with you.

Time to satisfy your every need and fulfill your every desire.

He is nothing if not hypnotizing in his eternal love for you.

And, though he is King, he is all too willing to bow before you daily, his Queen.

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silversweetpea · 2 years

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A Promise Made

word count: 1543

Summary: It dawns on him, in that moment, that you are much more fragile than he had expected. And equally so that this revelation unsettles him.

Warnings: Offscreen injury mentions, Reader gets lightheaded and slightly dizzy from blood loss.

Author’s Note: It is four am and I would like to imagine a bit of a protective situation as a bedtime story thanks. Also I’m not sure how I feel about this writing because I’m worried that the style is too similar to other writings i’ve done but again, it’s four am, I don’t know if I can trust my own opinions here.

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Dream was a difficult man shaped amalgamation to read, but that never stopped you from trying. Telling the difference between jaw clench of amusement and jaw clench of anger never got easier in the months since Johanna had called in an old favor for some help and you had met him, but you had a feeling you knew what emotion it was that darkened his gaze in this moment.

“I’m fine.” You said again, and you had to commend yourself on keeping the shake from your voice. The nightmare hadn’t seriously hurt you, part of you wondered if it would have though had Dream not found you when he did. Splitting up had seemed like a good idea at the time, it had made more sense to cover more ground, ask more people who they may or may not know the locations of. Even nightmares had friends, after all.

Dream hadn’t moved an inch in the chair beside your bed since you woke swaddle in the comforters. You didn’t know the details of what had happened after you passed out, there was just a vague memory of fear and then safety.

“Dream-” His gaze didn’t move from the bandages across your chest. A precaution, nothing more, but the wrappings were large enough to peek up under the collar of your shirt. There was a thought that maybe he hadn’t heard you that was gone as quick as it came when he spoke.

“When you are healed, I will have Mathew escort you home. Your assistance is no longer required.” The safety you had felt was a distant memory replaced with a chill.

“Excuse me?”

“I will find the rogue nightmare on my own.” Dream stood, eyes snapping shut. There was something in his features, or maybe the way that he held himself, that made your entire being bristle.

“The whole reason you asked Johanna for help was because you couldn’t.” Your body ached ever so slightly as you forced yourself into a sitting position. The sound of the bed creaking seemed to startle him, those eyes you had such complicated feelings for finally meeting yours. “This is ridiculous I’ve been more than helpful in this whole ordeal and you’re going to just send me home because of a scratch?”

“(y/n),” He took a step closer to the bed, hand reaching up as if to usher you back down to rest. A motion that never quite finished as his hand hovered in the space between you. It took you only another second to force yourself to your feet and enter his personal space.

“No, I want to see this through. I told you I would help and I’m going to.” You had never thought of the king of dreams and nightmares as a particularly intimidating person. Sure, he was brooding, but in a wet cat sort of way. Tall and lanky and dark, yet never scary, not when you had seen him so gentle with his friends.

“I do not want your help, nor do I need it any longer.” The words that should sting instead make you scoff. You were nearly toe to toe with him now, the hand that had hovered so noncommittedly in the air still airborne.

“And why’s that? Did you suddenly find her while I was passed out here?” It occurred to you for the first time that Dream was taller than he had ever been. He seemed to tower over you. It was harder to ignore the chill you felt this time than when you had been wrapped in blankets. “Or maybe the asshole that tried to kill me had a bit more information than I thought and you know exactly where she is now?”

“This is not up for discussion.” His narrowed gaze draws out a scoff.

“You’re being ridiculous. You can choose not to work with me but I’m going to help you.” The room spins ever so slightly as you turn to leave the room. You weren’t sure where you were going to go yet but you were sure you would figure it out as you went. The library maybe? Lucienne was busy but she knew more about the kingdom than anyone right now.

You had barely made it to the door before you could feel the soft pressure of a hand around your wrist.

“It would help me more,” Dream’s voice was soft and strained. As if the things he was saying pained him to put to words. “to know that you are safe.”

The room spins slightly harder and it occurs to you that maybe the nightmare had gouged you a bit more than you thought. The turn to face him is slower than any you have ever made and behind you you can glimpse the window. It isn’t quite raining out but the sky is unnaturally dark, clouds swirling like the stars in his eyes.

“What?” You can’t remember if blood loss can cause you to mishear people. You don’t want to risk embarrassing yourself even if it’s not.

“I could not protect you in my realm. How can I trust in my ability to do the same outside of it?” The silence feels deafening, like a creature with its own presence trying to pry the two of you apart. You try not to focus on its weight, however, instead distinctly aware of the fact that Dream is still holding your wrist. His touch is cooler than you had thought it would be but not quite unpleasant. In fact its quite the opposite.

“And you think sending me away will keep me safer than if I stayed with a literal king of dreams and nightmares? Really?” Your voice tremors and your skin feels electric from the contact. You want to rip your hand from his grasp and take his hand in both of your own at the same time. “Do you know how many beings out there would love to catch me alone right now?”

“You will not be alone, you will have Constantine.” Dream’s voice was barely more than a whisper. You wouldn’t think his lips had moved at all had you not been watching his face so carefully.

"You’re being an idiot,” The clouds are darker now, you hadn’t thought it possible but the sky seems to be absorbing the light that tries to warm it.

“You need to rest.” For the first time since you met Dream seems to be genuine in asking instead of assuming you will follow through with what he says. It almost makes up for the way that his eyes flit to your point of connection and slowly releases his grasp.

“Do you promise to be here when I wake up?” The bedroom is suffocatingly small in this moment, not helped by the waves of nausea rushing over your person.

“Why must you be so obstinate?” For what is meant to be an insult, Dream’s gaze and and tone are softer than one would expect. Or maybe not. For all the times the two of you have bickered you’re not sure you can remember ever hearing any sort of heat in his words towards you.

“Its the only way I can get you to notice me.” Usually your remark would earn you a slight smile, maybe a particularly strong exhale if Dream is particularly amused. Now though, you see only concern.

“I notice you regardless of your temperament.” You’re not even aware you’re reaching out until the man startles ever so slightly. Heaviness weighs upon your body and your grip tightens just barely. Just enough to try and pull him back from the way his thoughts visibly surround him.

“Dream,” Blue eyes search your own but you’re not sure what he’s looking for. His height is returning to that which you’re familiar with and its strange to see. To watch him shrink and soften before you all the while holding his hand in your grasp. Even as Dream nods, a just barely there movement you’re not even sure of at first, you think that he looks better this way. Familiar is good on him. So is Kind.

It’s easier to lean into him than you had thought it would be. The hand you insist on holding begins to gently steer you both back towards the bed, his free hand circling to hover over your lower back.

“Rest, we can continue this conversation when you awaken.” You’re scared to loose contact with him in case your...whatever Dream is at this point, will slip away in a moments notice. Even as he convinces you to sit you’re not entirely convinced that he’s not just waiting for a moment to usher you back to the waking.

“Do you promise?” Its your turn to whisper as you allow him to help you back to bed. For a heart stopping moment he stands at your bedside and you think he’s leaving.

And then, the chair is pulled closer to the bed, enough so that his knees touch the side of the mattress when he sits.

“I give you my word.” Dream’s voice is warm and soothing as hot chocolate on a winter night and from the window behind you you notice sunlight begin to filter through the window.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dream Falling In Love With You Would Include...

Request: Hi! Can I please request some headcanons of what falling in love/dating with Morpheus / Dream (The Sandman) would include, please? Thank you so much!!! 🖤💀🖤

I love this show so much 😭 😭 😭 Tom Sturridge’s voice makes me want to combust istg also I hope you don’t mind but I’ve split this into two!! I haven’t finished the series yet, so I thought I’d do falling in love based on the first few eps, and then do some dating headcanons once I’ve finished <3

If you enjoy, please let me know by commenting! <3

(I do not own The Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @smittenskitten.)

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As some of you very very lovely people have so eloquently summed it up... Dream you scrungly emo cat, you wet sand bag, pathetic man I love you with all my heart you petty ass iconic thing.

Also we’re just going to pretend that you’re immortal or share Dream’s powers pls go with it lmao

You first catch Dream of the Endless’ attention, funnily enough, during one of your dreams a night long ago. At first, he was just curious; just passing through from the cries of people plagued with his nightmares into something softer, sweeter. He wandered slowly until he found himself folding down to sit and rest for a moment under the shade of a drooping willow tree. He looked comically out of place, with his stony face and pale body drenched in black drapes, even within his own realm. Yet he still stayed for a while, the sun blinding his eyes as he peered out from underneath the boughs like a peeking mouse, watching you carefully tend to orchard of apple trees nearby, so sweet and caring even in your dreams.

Without even fully understanding why, Morpheus found himself drifting back to your dreams as often as he could, as if drawn forth by some some strong current, some invisible tide not created by his sibling... but something more. Something stronger. Something far more boundless, fathomless, something from beyond. Something from deep within his being was beckoning him forth until he had no choice but to choke back his pride and follow the path his feet were already treading towards you.

He would just watch you: sitting uncomfortably, like a sore thumb on benches. Standing like an inked mark upon your world under the sunlight. Loitering around the bark of trees, turning around pavement corners as you danced by him with glee. With the collar of his coat turned up, the edges of his lips turned up into the closest resemblance to a smile there had been on his face in millennia. For him, it was as if light were beaming from every pore - and yet the tears still stung his eyes, a black hole tightening his chest as the bottomless feeling of love clawing its way out of his throat tried to restrict his breathing.

From time to time, you could almost sense him behind you, even while asleep. Just this constant, soothing, almost smoke like presence gifting its shadow onto your every move. Yet it never scared you: the glints of light you caught out of the corner of your eye, the tufts of wild raven hair that blew upon a lanky, pale frame that disappeared from view every time you turned your head. You understood innately that his being there could never be malicious - in fact, you could feel truth branding its burn into your heart, that it was something much more tender in intent. Adoring. Almost humane, yet monstrous at the same time. As if some star crossed lover was seeking you across all of time and space, both in reach of your arms and yet hiding just out of your line of sight simultaneously.

From time to time as you slept, you could feel something cold brush against the nape of your neck. They almost felt like fingertips, sending warm shivers rush down your spine and making you gasp breathlessly in how familiar the touch felt. Once, you sat beside a babbling brook, watching the sunset fall over the edge of a a nearby crag, leaving the horizon. You swore, as the water sang, that you could feel a weight against your palm, a knee crossed over your kneecap, the weight of someone’s shoulder tepidly resting against your own. It felt uncertain... shy, almost - too heavy in your hold but still careful with its weight, as if your skin burned to touch. Yet when you looked up, there was only the shimmer of the dying sun fracturing through the golden leaves in threads of diamond to greet you.

After a few dozen morns and nights had been spent, Lucienne wandered into the throne room of Dream’s realm to find Morpheus sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing. He just sits there, hunched, pondering like a grumpy cat. One slender fingers bumps against the edge of his chin as a few tears he’s tried in vain to keep hidden over the last few decades slip down the bridge of his nose and fall onto his boots. It takes him a moment to even realise that Lucienne has arrived, before he tries to hide his jump of surprise by haughtily crossing his right leg over the left and leaning over the marble armrest.

Lucienne fixes her glasses, trying to figure out how to sensitively broach the topic. ‘Is something the matter, sir? It seems... as if you’re struggling with something. Perhaps this time, speaking through your train of thought would be most beneficial.’

‘Nothing is wrong, Lucienne. This is a matter... that I must deal with alone.’

Perhaps then, your majesty, it would be best for you to visit Y/n’s dream now that they’re asleep again? To resolve the very serious matter at hand, of course.’

He tries to stifle the thudding in his chest at the implication, but even so he finds himself smiling at his head librarian. After a moment of reflection he slowly nods, beginning to rise. He tucks his coat around his waist to hide how his hands have begun to shake, which he didn’t think possible. ‘Indeed. I’ve been away for far too long... it’s time to start making things right again, Lucienne.’

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quackarl · 2 years

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MCYT · ‘TIKTOK PRANKS’

A/N: Includes: Dream, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity. (Sapnap and Quackity having the same prompt, sorry! I just found it the the most fitting for them both for some reason.) I got just a *little* carried away writing this, lol, you’ll see what I mean. You’ve been warned ;) I don’t use TikTok myself, but I’ve seen these pranks going around, so hopefully I got them right. Wrote the majority of this on a plane back home after taking a really nice trip to London <3 Good memories <3

DREAM: when you didn’t say “I love you” back to him…

My frantic fleeing in and out of the room collecting my belongings could be explained by the fact that I was running late for the plans I had set for the day and I had only gotten myself half-ready to leave. I still took time to let Dream, who was currently working while floppily slumped in his chair, know that I wasn’t going to be home for the rest of the day to keep him company, (or to massage his tense shoulders that looked more and more stiff the more he stressed himself over the work he was in the middle of), “I have plans for today that unfortunately doesn’t include you. In case you forgot.”

”Hey, sexy,” he hummed at me as a greeting, giving his words a sensual rasp, “yeah. Thanks for reminding me that I have to share you with the world.”

His eyes were still occupied with the work-related documents on his computer screen, but his voice was attentive to me as ever as he emphasized every word, his sulky voice giving away that he was now pouting at the thought of not spending the day with me.

I smiled at his tantrum, “awww. Lucky for me that you’re still all mine.”

I didn’t even comprehend to realize how true my words sadly were, since he hadn’t gone outside much ever since it had become an every-day-fear of his to be recognized. I had become one of the few people to have every part of him to myself.

He nevertheless shrugged my comment off and spinned around in his chair to face me. A feisty, approving smirk took over his face when he realized the significance of the outfit I had put on, something a little more skimpy than I would normally dare to go for. He looked like he wanted to recite a prayer to restrain himself from committing any inappropriate actions, but instead he settled for a compliment. “fuck, that looks so good on you. I love it. I love you,” he shamessly told me.

Instead of repeating those three little words back to him, I uttered him a quick “thanks” and felt my cheeks heat up under his predatory gaze.

He also now looked like he really wanted to pick at me for not returning the affection and those words the way I know he’d like for me to, but he didn’t. “Cute,” he instead mockingly muttered to himself about my visibly flushed appearance, “very cute.”

He turned himself around in the chair to face his computer again, but didn’t have too much time to pick up where he had left off before my phone chimed next to him from where I had left it on the table. It peaked his interest enough for him to glance at the screen to see who was trying to reach me.

“It’s a text, from Sapnap…,” his voice carried a hint of distress, “okay.. why is there a heart emoji?”

He was getting not only frustrated but also a little jealous. Great. Frustrated Dream is already a handful. Add jealously to the mix and it’s a whole nuclear explosion.

I removed my phone from his sight to exclaim what was the root of the sudden turn of his sour mood and saw that I indeed had received a text from Sapnap. With a little, friendly heart emoji.

“He has no business to send you that stuff. You know that no one could ever appreciate or love you like I do. I really love you the best”, Dream muttered. Damn.

”Okay, tough guy,” I joked while letting out a little giggle at his possessive act of the unwillingness to having anyone to compete with, my love being at stake, “calm down before your knuckles get bloody.”

Not that anyone ever could beat him at it.

He didn’t budge too much again at my lack of response, but instead typed away on his computer. My busy man. Okay, so, case closed for now.

When I eventually had gotten myself ready to head out, I took quiet steps approaching Dream and he didn’t budge again, even when I walked behind him and lowered my hands to rest on his shoulders in a rubbing manner. I heard him hum contentedly at my touch though.

“I’m leaving now,” I notified him, “you can call me if you need me. I mean need me as in if you accidentally drink bleach or something. Not need me as in if you’re horny and desperate.” We’ve been there before.

“Okay, mom…,” Dream rolled his eyes as he got to recall the memories of his past very desperate shenanigans, but then got serious again as he turned his head to give me a fondly look, “seriously, you take care of yourself, okay? I love you. I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“Yeah,” was my blant answer to his statement again.

He remained silent for a few seconds, until I heard his chair squeak as he turned completely around yet again in it to slowly divert his unimpressed gaze at me. I had to let my hands fall from his shoulders. I didn’t get to stray too far away from him until his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“No. Stop. Stay. What is this?” he demanded, “why can’t you just say it back? Just say it: I. love. you. Like that. Please.”

I shrugged my shoulders and put on an innocent face, “it’s overrated anyway. I think we should come up with other ways to declare our love for each other.” Totally a lie, a bold one, but I wanted to work him up a little more.

“What?!” his face was bewildered, “since when are you so anti-love?!”

I racked my brain for more excuses. That’s what they really were, excuses. Fake ones. Because I really love this man more than anyone I ever will. I have a lot of making up to do to patch up his probably shattered heart after this joke is done with. “I just don’t feel like saying it sometimes,” I lied again.

“Stop this”, he fake cried pulling me so close to him that he was able to bury his face on my clothes and wipe his ‘tears’ on them, “is this some sick joke?”

I smiled to myself. A perfect time to put an end to this. “It is,” I finally unveiled the grand reveal.

Dream’s fake cries stopped so abruptly like a cut-scene, it was almost comical. He looked up to me rolling his chair away and hissing annoyingly, “right.”

He let out a, just a little irritated, sigh to linger in the air but still found the grace in him to take my hands into his own and place kisses on my knuckles, even though he had nothing to be sorry for.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’ve been acting so cocky lately that I needed to bring you back down to earth to remind you that I have power over you as well,” I teasingly told him, “and that I got the power to make you beg apparently.” I felt kind of powerful though to know how much he apparently needs my love and affection to function.

He gave me a final scoff of scoldment while still fiddling with my hands.

When I was eventually getting ready to walk out of the door for real this time (my god, I was so late), he called out to me, “you forgot something again.”

I quickly padded over to where he was still sitting, expecting him to demand here and now to convince that I really love him the most, but instead he pulled me down to his lap by my hand and took a firm hold of my jaw, guiding his moist and already parted lips hungrily to mine.

“Not sure if you deserve this, though…,” he teasingly muffled through the kisses and the mess of our tongues colliding together, “… after that, oh so funny, little stunt of yours. Well, we’ll see how much fun you’re having when you’re lying underneath me and the only thing that smart mouth of yours can recite is my name and how much you love me. Making sure you’ll never forget it again.“

His hands were moving at the speed of light all over my body, I couldn’t keep track where they had been and where they were possibly going next. I felt all the little squeezes and strokes leaving hot trails on my body.

“You’re always good to me,” I breathily let hot praises slip out of my mouth without even thinking through them first, “I really do love you.”

I could feel his mouth shape into a grin flattened against mine after finally hearing those words. Except that the next second it resembled more of like a perverted smirk as he used his hands to tilt my head back and guided his trail of kisses down to my neck.

”Mmmm,” he straight up moaned against my skin, making me shiver from the vibrations, “I know you do, baby. And you love everything I give you. Don’t wanna give it to anyone else but to my girl.”

Before things could escalate any further, I stood back up with shaky breathing and legs while he was very still cockingly man-spreading on his chair and letting his gaze roam up and down on me, on all the places he had just intimately traced with his hands, “damn, I know you’re not a piece of meat, but I just wanna take a bite of that.” Honestly, screw all those fantasies of being treated like a princess, I just wanted him to treat me like the actress out of his dirtiest dreams.

I still somehow managed to come up with a response with seduction dripping from every word I spoke, “I guess you’re in for a treat, or in this case a full-course meal, when I get back home.”

He had finally let me leave, but not without grabbing a handful of my behind, in his unnecessarily large hands, and rasping out, “I think I like my meat raw when it comes to you.”

I just so wanted to take his ego and shove it into a drawer to keep it restrained until I’d come home ready to play with it again. He always somehow makes even my wildest dreams come true, so I was now dreaming very wildly about the night ahead of us.

SAPNAP: when you appear wearing something revealing…

All I could hear while attempting to finish my own daily tasks were Sapnap’s yells and yaps at his friends and at the game he was currently in the midst of trying to finish.

“I’m not dying here in the middle of zombies who are not even sexy! Oh, shit! Guys, help!” he shrieked to his team-mates who were on the other side of the call, making his voice crack in the process, that caused him to blush to himself.

Sapnap’s full attention was so occupied by the game and his friends’ commands that he was receiving through his headphones, that he didn’t seem bothered by anything going on around him. Or by anyone.

Not even by me leaving my clothes a mess on the floor and changing into something way more skimpier and tighter. Might as well call it lingerie. I felt a little silly being so exposed and standing awkwardly by his desk waiting for him to even notice I was there.

Sapnap must’ve finally sensed my presence next to him, because he gave my figure a hurried side-eyed glance, as if he also sensed that I wanted his attention. Or something from him.

”Oh, shit!” he yelped out loud in shock after noticing my lack of clothing, hurriedly reaching to cover his camera to protect me from being seen until he realized he’s not even live-streaming nor his camera is not on. His face broke out into a little lopsided grin at his own nonsensicality.

“That ashamed of me?” I joked. There was not an ounce of insecurity running through me right now, not when I had him silently examining my body in appreciation, making his eyes do all the talking as they lingered in certain areas a little too long.

”Fuck,” he quietly muttered to himself in response to liking what he was seeing. I felt a little chilly from the cool breeze in the room and just wanted his hands to warm me up.

“No, nothing’s happening,” he tried to keep his voice nonchalant while convincing the other boys listening that there was no particular reason behind his exclamation, ”my girl’s just messing with me. Thinking it’s funny to sneak up on me.” Well, that’s not the whole truth. I was also hoping to mess with him in ways that I didn’t want the others to know about.

His voice may had deceived him, but his face didn’t. The absolute sinful smirk implied that he was thinking about something else as well. There was something sensual in the way that he was now resting his chin on his hand, rubbing his jaw in the manner of thinking. I wonder what plans he has for me. I don’t know if I was anticipating his words or actions more.

“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s a little risqué…,” I nervously admitted referring to my appearance when he still hadn’t spared me what he was actually thinking of my little surprise, other than just smirking to himself.

Sapnap’s eyes had lost their usual emerald green shine and his pupils now were dark with lust. Whenever he decides to gaze at me like that, it still has the power to make me nervous and fidgety. There was nothing I could really fiddle with, so I set my hands on top of his chair.

“No, it looks so fucking good,” he finally spoke, “turning me on, baby….” He pretended to adjust his pants on the crotch while making other lewd gestures with his hands that really made it seem like he has plans for me. Very inappropriate plans. My god, I’m so glad no one else isn’t seeing this.

We were both well aware that he was still on a call with his friends who couldn’t help overhearing every word he was exchanging with me. Should I feel embarrassed about it? Probably. But I didn’t have time to plea for the ground to swallow me whole until I heard the rumble of other voices through his headphones.

I first heard Karl’s bubbly but confused giggles at Sapnap’s comment that was unrelated to what was happening in the game they were still in the midst of playing, “man’s in a whole another world,” I heard him tease.

“Yeah, what are you doing.., Sapnap?” Dream laughed nervously as well, “is the game really turning you on? Is it my character that’s making you act up?” Now they were just teasing. They all definitely had connected the dots in each of their own heads that I was actually distracting Sapnap. I heard Karl burst into laughter again at Dream’s comments.

“Shut up,” Sapnap called them both out, “you guys are dumb. And definitely not as sexy as the person I’m currently with and looking at. Y’all have fun being single.”

Sapnap then regained his composure so he could hang up the call and shut down the game. We watched the screen go black with in anticipation in the air. I was expecting him to be so worked up at this point that he would’ve immediately gotten up from his seat to lunge at me, but instead he pulled me down on his lap.

He whistled lowly as I was lowering myself slowly to sit down on top of his awaiting thighs. “God damn,” he croaked to himself, lowly enough that I wasn’t sure if it was for me to hear, “this fucking body of yours…”

“And I thought the game was supposed to be your priority for the day” I giggled, recalling his earlier enthusiasm for it that he had now apparently replaced with the interest to explore my body, “now you’ve just left everyone hanging and probably lost all the progress you made.”

“See if I care,” he mumbled, “I have other priorities now.”

He spent a few seconds staring into my eyes to test the waters, until taking further action and rushing to make our lips collide with each other as if the world depended on it. He worked with his tongue to thoroughly claim mine. I would change the shape of my mouth if it meant that he could then somehow have more access to it. I didn’t want there to be any parts of me left that would not ever have the chance to feel him. I wanted him everywhere.

He breaks the kiss to teasingly ask me, “but really, where’s your shame? Just coming to interrupt me like that? You really didn’t need to pamper me like this.” Yeah, I know he really could’ve not asked for a better kind of interruption than me appearing half-naked in front of him.

I squealed a little when his chilly hands came in contact with my thighs to knead them eagerly. I flirtily replied back to him, “I think I left it somewhere in our bed. Wanna come with me to try and find it?”

His hair was sticking up a bit from when he must’ve ran his fingers through it during the game, further dishevelling it. I began to toy with it, but my fingers had a little teasy way themselves when I gently pulled at the strands, trying to convince him. I just wish he’d make my heart and body happy already.

I think I somehow thought it into existence because he stood up, scooping me up as well, and started hurriedly guide us to the bedroom, “don’t mind if I do, baby. But I think I’d rather find something else. Like that one spot of yours that I know always makes you feel good.”

Yeah, I don’t think there were any knots in my body that he couldn’t untie. I felt like a puppet in his strings as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down, arranging my body just the way he liked. I’d call that success.

KARL: when you dodged/wiped his kisses off…

Karl had just simply laid his hands to rest intimately on my waist and attempted to lock our lips in a habitual kiss when I had decided to possibly ruin his entire week and mess with his mindset by dodging and then eventually wiping off his kiss that he looked so eager to give me. His face had resembled a beaming little kid who had entered a candy store, but as I had ducked my head down to dodge him, his face had sadness written all over it as if when he’s now being told they don’t have his favorite candies. Poor boy.

He came up with a response quicker than I had expected him to recover from the rejection. “You wanna try that again?” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at me.

His voice didn’t sound stern but his hands told a different story as he tightened his hold on me almost possessively. The tone of his voice and his choice of words caused a little playful yet tense atmosphere to form between us. His gaze held me as a captive. Not a chance he’d let me get away, until I’d given him a good enough of a justification for my actions.

“Do what?” I mentally cringed at how stupid I was sounding now. There’s no way he thinks I’m seriously avoiding his affection. I literally eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I feed off of it. I breathe it.

“Am I not kiss-licious anymore or what?” he asked now pouting his lips. I laughed at the ‘totally-made-up-by-him-just-now’ word. And just like that, the sides of him switched. Now it was turn for his soft side to come out. He had loosened his hold on me, now holding me like a delicate flower he still didn’t want to let go of.

“You are,” I convinced him and placed my hands on top of his own soft ones, “babe-“

He removed his hands from my frame in one swift move and went to cup my cheeks with them instead, still touching me softly like I had a ‘fragile’ label stuck on me. I felt the pillowy material of his hoodies’ sleeves against the skin of my face. I think he had just pulled on his sweater paws to avoid his possibly cold hands giving my face a cold shock. So cute.

His next move was pressing a nice, warm kiss on my cheek. I wondered if he felt the heat on my cheeks that was radiating off of me. His hands had somehow lustfully wandered to my waist again. Now there was also a little moist imprint of his lips on my cheek. Double cute.

“Now, there you go. Was that so bad?” he questioned me agitated.

I shook my head and played it innocent, “of course not. Why would it be bad?”

Still, nevertheless I wanted to see how hard he would work for it, so I went to wipe my cheek where his lips had just been, until I felt his hands leave my waist and use them to block me from raising them. So I tilted my head to the side just down enough for me to wipe my cheek on my shirt-covered shoulder instead. It worked.

“What?! Why?!” Karl was baffled. He took a few steps back, to very dramatically in true Karl fashion, crouch down and put his hands behind his head to collect his thoughts for a few seconds and then softly coaxing the truth out of me, “did I do something? Something else than just trying to, you know, kiss you like I do every day? If you want some space, that’s okay, but I just want to know if we’re fine?”

He was now bouncing around on his feet, refusing to calm and settle himself down until he was given an explanation for my odd behavior.

I could see why he was so stressed, because I usually was never the one to turn him down. I wanted to find the humor in how fast his mood went from 0 to 100 but the genuine concern in his eyes and voice made me also realize how I was really cared for and loved in ways I had never realized before. He was still willing to cooperate in assuring that I’m okay and still into him, even when I had acted cold. That’s the key word. Acted. Because none of this was real and I was still very much joking. Which he was still unaware of.

I innocently smirked and batted my eyes at him, “I’m fine. And my kisses are always free estate. Especially if the asker is as handsome as you.”

Now my words had registered in his brain and I could see a flash of an expression on his face that told me that he probably knew I wasn’t being serious to begin with. He must’ve figured out that there wasn’t anything wrong, that I wasn’t rejecting him for any particular reason, other than just trying to be funny.

He whispered a “we’ll see about that” under his breath and then snarled more audibly to me, “come here.” Karl’s hands effortlessly found their familiar spot on my waist again, transferring us into a romantic atmosphere once again. He leaned in for my lips and I could feel his heavy breaths hit my face. He really must want this. Want me. Just for me to bring his movements to a halt by dodging him, again.

He startled when his lips touched nothing but air and he felt me pulling away, again, taking my body heat away. “You just did it again!” he complained, “alright! That’s messed up.”

His hands went to the drawstrings of his hoodie, making his dark nail polish give a stunning contrast against the skin of his neck. He pulled on the drawstrings tightly, making the hood create a cocoon around his head, shielding his face from any touch or even wisps of air. All that was left of him for me to somewhat see were his eyes peering at me and a few strands of hair that fell into his face.

“Alright. It’s only fair and square that you cannot kiss me either then. No matter how much you want to,” he then announced, raising his bets, his words a little muffled by the fabric covering his mouth.

We just stood there for a while with me trying to bite back a smile at his head swallowed by his hood. I hope he always stays young and playful like this at heart.

It didn’t last too long though, when he finally came out of his hood for some much needed air, exposing his now ruffled hair. I went to smooth it down with my hands.

“My frustrated boy,” I teased him.

“Yeah, I’m your boy,” he squared up his posture and then a wild blush took over his face at his own over-exaggerated action, “a kissless one, though,” he uttered under his breath.

”Cute hair,” I pointed out the disheveled state of him. He immediately reached to ruffle his hair and tame the strands sticking up to which he reacted to with a little grin. I admired him, “and hey, cute smile too.”

He looked up to meet my eyes slyly, “thanks! You gave it to me!” We both giggled at that.

“Anything else?” he continued, “anything else catching your eye?” He hintingly kept pursing his lips at me, involuntarily making my eyes bore into them and how plushy they looked. Oh yeah, he definitely kept frustratedly biting and nipping on them earlier. Life’s too short to pretend you don’t want to kiss a pair of lips that look like they’ll make you forget your own name.

So I finally gave in, “hmm, I think your lips look like they need something. Any ideas what that could be?”

Karl hummed, “we have the whole day but I don’t know if that’s enough time for every idea I have,” his voice changed drastically to a low grunt, “but the marks you might have by the end of the day… good luck trying to wipe them off. Not sorry for them, by the way.” So he’s still going at it.

“Get on it then, pretty boy.” I taunted him. I didn’t look very taunting nor intimidating though with a smile on my face.

Karl’s cheeks nonetheless got a little rosy after hearing the name I had just called him, “stooop…,” but he didn’t stay embarrassed for too long until he was dominating the turn of events again, “so now I’m pretty and irresistible, huh? Pretty enough to take you somewhere else and show you a pretty good time?”

We both broke into giggles and reached out for each other to become a tangle of wandering hands and hungry lips. I even swear I could feel and hear him moan a little against my lips at the long-awaited physical closeness. Soon we were craving more and to my relief, he slipped his hands under the hem of my shirt. I did the same to him, which earned me another low moan from him. I did the power-move of sliding my hands down to the waistband of his pants next, which was his snapping point, because from there on things got heated.

Sooo, keep him on his toes and push his buttons a little in the future as well. Noted.

QUACKITY: when you appear wearing something revealing…

Alex’s face after he got the first glimpse of me revealing my lack of clothing to him was almost… bitter. He knew that I knew better than to taunt or tempt him when he was busy doing something that didn’t allow him to do anything about it, or do me. He finds it frustrating. Like now, when he was immersed in another round of a game he spent majority of his time playing and listening to the banter of his friends who he was on a call with. And here I was, trying to get him to act up when he had everyone listening to his every word.

He wasn’t even looking at me anymore, but instead he had buried his face in his hands, dramatically sighing, “here we go. Stop pulling this kind of shit on me.”

Lies. I knew he liked loved when I initiated intimacy, but he still apparently had a reputation to uphold that doesn’t let anyone catch him simping.

What he didn’t know right now was that there was another layer of me. Literally. I stripped from my robe as well. It got him to sprint out of his chair on his feet, “yoooo! Chill now! You ain’t gotta show all that!”

There was literally no one else seeing me except for him. I laughed at his paranoia (and maybe the slight possessiveness) that he’d have to share this intimate view of me with someone else.

“What are you doing? What are you actually doing? I can’t believe this…. I can’t believe you’d do this right now when I’m fucking… trying to play my game and do my thing…,” he playfully ranted, his voice nearing a whisper by the end when he had recalled that his friends were still very much within earshot on a call.

“It’s okay to take some time off to simp,” I teased, but he brushed me off.

He picked my robe back up from the ground from where I had dropped it and handed it back to me, “oh my fuckin’ god…. I could’ve been on a fuckin’ video call! Can you put this back on now?”

I know he was now really letting his slight possessiveness and jealousy get in the way of his wants and needs. I knew it.

I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck before he had time to distant himself and very brattily pouted my lips, “so, you don’t like it?”

He took a hold of my hands around his neck and whispered me almost apologetically, “no, no, you know I do, baby. I’m just messing,” and sealed the deal by placing his lips on my cheek for a sweet kiss.

”What if I say I’m just messing with you as well and that I actually dressed up for Karl?” I joked.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he took my sarcastic words in, “don’t fuckin’ play like that. I don’t want Ka- or fuckin’ any of them, I don’t care, to come in this picture of, you know, us.”

Is it wrong that I found that little outburst attractive? I didn’t obviously let him know that, but instead soothed him with a “they wouldn’t dare. Especially knowing that they’d have to get through a very tall, muscly man like you first.” I don’t know if that made matters any better or just aggravated his mood even more.

“I just don’t fuckin’ want to share you, okay?” he sneered back.

I now blushed so furiously that I had to divert my gaze down and away from him and that mouth of his that just 1. had said things that made shift gears in me to very hot and bothered, and 2. that I so wanted to kiss.

I didn’t have much time to examine the floor though, when Alex had taken ahold of my jaw, lifting it up and now we were eye to eye once again. The air had notably thickened between us with unsaid words and lust. I didn’t want to let this flame burn out, and thankfully it didn’t when Alex broke the silence, “you liked that shit, didn’t you? Knowing that I want you so bad that I fuckin’… struggle to even find words for it?”

I flashed him a coy smile, but my god, I think a park could’ve hired me as a statue right now, because it really seemed like I had lost my ability to move and talk, or just be an alive human being. He was always honest and straightforward with me, but when you combine that and his bold statements, in this case about how much he wants me, it still has the power to intimidate me.

He smirked almost arrogantly when he took notice of my flustered being. He’s hot, and he knows it. Period. That’s what must’ve been going through his mind right now.

He taunted me more by softly running his thumbs up and down my cheeks and not taking his eyes off of me. Not by any chance. “Yeah?” he inquired me cockily when he had figured out the effect of his words, “yeah?”

“Shut up…,” I tried to argue back, but couldn’t hold any power nor strength in my words. Not when he was acting like this. My thoughts were a little unholy right now, but so what? I’m sure so were his.

Alex observed my still flushed state with a smirk plastered on his face, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Somehow making him look even more attractive. Tell me, who gave him a permission to come around in my life with a face like that?

I wanted to hear more and see where this could lead us, but instead the next thing we both heard was Sapnap’s voice from the call he was still in, “bro! Quackity, what’s happening there!?” Oops.

“Umm… I know!” Karl exclaimed, “it sounds like he got a present, but it was already unwrapped!” Well, shit. I heard all of them burst into laughter. Great. They really must’ve overheard Alex telling me to put my clothes or in this case, my robe, back on.

I figured they actually must’ve picked up on every word we had exchanged. These boys’ sense of humours were so unhinged, I’m afraid we’ll never live this down.

“Oh no! His virgin eyes!” Sapnap yelled, “we didn’t protect them enough and now he has lost his innocence!”

Alex released me from his arms and stomped back to his computer and muttered into the call, “okay, fuck you and….yeah. Fuck you all,” and hastily hung up. He had totally digged himself deeper into a hole by not confirming nor denying if he actually was as innocent as everyone thought…

I hurried over to him and captured him in my embrace again, rubbing my face affectionately on him. He really was the window to my soft side. It was always there, but it could ever only be seen through him. We didn’t bathe in the tender atmosphere for too long when he brushed his hair aside and sighed out, “okay. Now you have me. Is this what you fuckin’ wanted?”

“Yeah,” I brattily admitted, “but seems like you wanted it too, Mr. I Don’t Want To Share You With Anyone Else.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head briefly at the past reference, keeping his gaze off of me, but then almost like in a drunkenly haze set his sight on me again and commanded, “Yeah, hold that thought and tell me would you like to share what I’m about to give you. Let’s fuckin’ see it then.”

Spoiler alert: I didn’t want to share what I saw or felt that night with anyone else.

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tommy2020 · 4 months

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Fanart!

C!Dream fanart I worked on for a bit while I was bored lmao

details and second version under the cut, plus tiny rant abt my headcanons

I’m so proud of this one fr fr

With c!Dream, I headcanon that his eyes turn green when he’s fighting or has a strong enough emotion, so ofc I had to make a second version with that showcased. I also have this little hc that XD branded him when he gave Dream the Revive Book, hence the burn on his neck.

I think Dream’s the type to wear a bunch of jewelry on his ears when he’s not fighting. He just looks like a silver and jewels guy to me.

I love this one sm.

#cdream #dreblr #dream fanart #fanart #dsmp art #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dream headcanons #dsmp headcanon

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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New Beginnings | Sandman imagine

Summary: After Calliope’s cry for help, Morpheus goes to her rescue and the muse finds out her former lover has moved on.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Request: Yes

When Morpheus heard Calliope’s calling he was quick to attend and free her from her imprisonment. Out of respect and honoring for the love and grief they shared, Morpheus wouldn’t be capable of lying to himself, as Calliope was undoubtedly a huge part of his story and once was the mother of his child, he couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

He still felt an immense love for her, and it made his blood boil to find out about her confinement in the hands of Richard Madoc, so he made sure that he would get the right punishment for his atrocities, the man didn’t deserve mercy. Men such as him were rats, cowards who had to be taught a lesson.

For the first time in ages Calliope was free and while she was grateful to Oneiros she was also wondering if he still had feelings for her, out of the wrath he depicted when he imparted justice and the immense tension that filled the room when Morpheus was alone with her.

No matter how much time they spent apart, Calliope still knew her former lover like the back of her hand, and they still couldn’t bring up the subject of their son. But knowing how apprehensive the Endless was, she highly doubted he even acknowledged his pain and grief.

Seeing as he almost walked out that door and it would probably take ages for her to see Oneiros again, she dared to speak.

“May I visit you in the Dream Realm sometime…” His dark blue eyes fixated on her, shining with indescribable emotion. “So that we may finally talk about our son?”

Morpheus opened his mouth to speak, finally understanding the closeness of Calliope was a demonstration of her restraint love, a love maybe she wasn’t even aware that was still there…

But before he could say something female voice he knew very well filled his ears and draw his attention along with Calliope’s.

“Bubs?” A thin woman was outside, just a few feet away from where Morpheus was standing, she was radiant and beautiful, looking at the eternal man with love, when looking carefully at his expression Calliope could see how Morpheus’ face lighted up at the side of you, his whole face changed.

The muse’s heart shattered quietly, the bit of hope she had in Oneiros still loving her died right there. Suddenly, two little kids not older than three years old came out from under your skirt, the toddlers ran in Morpheus direction and he welcomed them with open arms.

You walked over to Morpheus and he was quick to grab you by the waist and kiss you softly. You grabbed your arms around his neck, smiling.

“I’m sorry, love. They insisted”

“It was a very nice surprise” Dream said, picking his daughter up. While your son had his eyes fixated on Calliope who’s eyes watered at the sight of the raven haired boy, he was the living image of Oneiros and her heart ached as she was reminded of the son she lost centuries ago.

For the first time since you arrived you looked at Calliope and she looked back at you, smiling lightly with nostalgia.

“I’m sorry, I’m Y/N. Queen and wife to Morpheus” you reached out your hand to her, she shook it and was reminded of the time she was his as well.

“Calliope” she replied, you nodded slightly, something in your eyes changed, it was some sort of acknowledgment. Of course you knew who she was.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Likewise” you turned to Morpheus.

“We should leave now, darling it’s getting late” your children whined, protesting.

“But we want to see the Waking World, mama!” the older twin spoke, pouting and batting his long eyelashes at you.

“We’ll have plenty of time to see it, Acanthus” Morpheus told his son, kneeling before him and pinching his nose lightly, making the boy giggle.

“You promise, papa?” Now his daughter spoke, he nodded.

“I promise, Roseann. Now please go back with your mother to the Dreaming. I’ll join you shortly” both of his children complied his command and said goodbye to their father and Calliope before vanishing with you to the Dream realm.

Morpheus looked at Calliope once again, the whole atmosphere changed when getting a glimpse of his new life. The muse now understood that was the tension she felt earlier, the nervousness from a kept secret and not an unexpressed love as she believed at first.

“A rose and a thorn…” Calliope murmured, making Morpheus smile weakly, imagining how she must felt at this specific time.

“One cannot exist without the other, and being twins… it seemed fitting. Y/N suggested it, actually” the muse giggled.

“Of course” there was a minute of silence after that. “You have a beautiful family, Oneiros. I’m happy for you” he smiled, Morpheus was truly happy now, after centuries of grief and pain and he wished the same for his former lover. But all he could say was two simple words.

“Goodbye, Calliope”

“I will never forget this. Fare you well”

Then, Morpheus disappeared in a swirl of sand, leaving Calliope standing all by herself under the moonlight, but being left with another important thing…

Freedom.

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zukikoof · 2 years

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dtqk + calling them pretty

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im so tired rn and no proof reading went into it so yeah

cw: mentions of overworking

pronouns : you /your

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dream

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Me? Pretty???????

He's so confused

Especially because of the location

So it's when you guys are out

Yall went to an amusement park

And Dream is a pretty tough guy, it's hard to get him scared ig

But this man is the embodiment of terrorised when it comes to heights

But you, live life on the edge yk

So when dream hears that you want to go on the rollercoaster

He goes with it because I mean it's you

Now, the second you get off your just laughing at him ( but of course you were laughing at him on the ride too)

You decide to tease him about his fear

And just say something like

“Awwww were you scared pretty boy????”

With the cockiest smile you could ever have

He's just like

“N-no i wasn't”

All that stuff and it's just insanely funny

Obvs telling this to Sapnap

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george

———————-———————-———————-———————-—————— Yeah he is

And he knows but still is super shy

His fans call him that so he's used to it but you saying it is just ANSBJAKA

Its George so it happens when you two are almost asleep

Like you guys probably came back from something stupid but casual

Most likely got some fast food

And you two are just next to each other y'know just vibing

Until you look up to him to break the comfortable silence with the most piercing thing

“You're very pretty like this”

He looks at you like :0

“Oh uh okay”

But hes freaking out

Stutters like a lot

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sapnap

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Ikr bbg

Just so chill about it

But the fans weren't

He was streaming

A boring valo stream

With you just sitting somewhere off camera but the fans know you

And know you're there

He just won a match and was like so insanely happy about this win for some reason you don't know about

You heard his cheering and turned to face him

You do it for a while as hes just talking to chat about his “epic win”

Until he turns to see you staring

“Whatcha looking at?”

You look at him wondering for a few minutes

Waiting for your brain to come up with a witty response

And it doesn't disappoint

You look at him with more concentration and just flat out tells him

“You're pretty”

Thats it from you because you continue what youre doing on your phone

Leaving him being like

“Yeah i am”

Tells chat even though they heard for confirmation

Lets just say, it got clipped everywhere, trending on twitter and going in a “y/n and Sapnap cute moments”

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karl

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Now, let's imagine you have a polaroid

Okay so when you got your polaroid you just would take pictures of things you like and Karl was one of them

You two were on a picnic date

On a hill, with a very enchanting forest behind that let trees fade into your spot

There were an abundance of flowers too :]

Therefore you made him a flower crown

And Karl was laughing

So you took the opportunity to snap a picture

A very cute picture

When he realised he was giggling even more

“I like taking pictures of things I find pretty”

Yeah lets say his hands and head were magnetised to each other

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quackity

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Sad boy

I mean, college is hard :(

He's becoming a lawyer and that's very impressive so that means a lot of ups and downs but you still stick with him

But still, hes sad

So you make appearances during his little study sessions to help him out with flash cards and stuff (idk how law study works)

Quackity would love it sm

His favourite person helping him?

Omg

Well you also come to remind him stuff or to ask stuff

But today you noticed he was wayyy stressed

So you went to check on him

Hes sat at his desk with tears ligning his face

You, a concerned partner, go check on him

You tell him that he means the word to you

And you make him take a break (breaks are important)

He obliged

Now you two were on his bed cuddling, his head in your arms

You looked down at him and muttered “you're quite pretty y’know?“

He was sat there in shock but he was so absolutely in love

Quackity’s eyes were literal hearts staring at you <33

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Morpheus Having A Sweetheart!God Spouse Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x God!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: You got the sweetheart!human headcanons, now you’ve got the sweetheart!god headcanons

Requested By: @miraclesabound @mahirublue @agomeangelcat @jar-of-moondust

Morpheus's lover, the completely opposite of him in every way.

You were cheerful while he was cold, full of life while he looked down on so many things. With an aura of sunshine, always trying to positive.

None of Morpheus's friends thought it would work out between the two of you, knowing how he was.

However, they failed to realize how much happiness your presence brought him. How you could always make him smile

That while you wouldn't make him change his ways, despite the fact that you were as different as the moon and the sun, the two of you loved each other for who you were.

You came up to him one day in the palace, a bouquet of flower's in your hand. Handing it to him with a grin, he took them gently.

"What are these for, my love?" He asked, looking at the pretty plants quizzically. "Have I forgotten a special occasion?"

But you just shook your head, looking delightedly at your beautiful lover. "No, I just wanted to give you flowers."

He kept those flowers in his office since then, using his powers to make sure they wouldn't wilt.

When you were gone visiting friends in other realms, Morpheus was grumpier that usual. And when he was gone, you were a little less bright than usual.

But when you were with him in the Dreaming, he always enjoyed your company. Everyone throughout his realm always had happier dreams whenever you returned.

He even didn't mind your habit of bringing things back with you, usually potted plants, or pretty objects, and even stray animals back to the Dreaming

The pets was where Morpheus would attempt to draw the line, but he had an impossible time saying no to you

You arrived in the dreaming, a handful of baby ravens in your arms, speaking to them like you would for a small child.

"Dearest?" The exasperation was clear in Morpheus's voice. But also, you could tell he was having a hard time trying not to chuckle. "What do you have in your arms?"

"Baby ravens. Their mama was hit by a car." You tilted your arms to show them to him. "I figured Matthew could help with them, since he's a raven too."

"Matthew is a raven of the Dreaming. Those, are wild animals." Morpheus responded with a raised eyebrow. But at the disappointed look on your face, he smiled softly and continued. "But I'm sure there's a place for them somewhere in the Realm."

The look on your face when he gave in was worth it. And he would admit, the birds were sort of endearing.

Not nearly as endearing as he thought you were, however.

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cammys-imagines24 · 2 years

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•Morpheus Being Touch Starved•

I feel like before Dream was captured he was less inclined to crave the touch of others, even your touch, his eternal love.

But, a century spent locked in a glass cage can leave even an anthropomorphic being wanting.

So, when Morpheus was finally free and back in his realm, when he was finally reunited with you again...

He began to act differently than how he was before.

Being deprived of your touch for so long against his will left him aching for you.

He made a promise to himself that he would never be far from you again.

The Lord of Dreams does not need to sleep but when he's able he likes to stay in bed with you all night and until you wake up.

He contents himself with visiting your dreams while you're asleep and keeps an arm wrapped around you, pale fingers gently tracing any bare skin you may be showing.

He stays, despite any busy schedule, til your eyes flutter open from the morning light.

While walking with you Dream will keep a hand on the small of your back.

If you're enthralled in a book in the library your attention is often swayed from the pages when he reaches over and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Morpheus is never going to be big on pda so you've never received a kiss on the lips or anything more heated while in the company of others.

But, if you're out in the Waking World with him, beyond the safety of his realm, he will stay incredibly close to you.

Even if it's just the side of his arm touching yours while you're walking together or every once in awhile your hands bump against each others. He just likes to subtly remind you that he's within reach and vice versa, he likes reminding himself you're close, too.

The Ruler of Nightmares will frequently kiss the top of your head or softly bump his forehead against yours.

He will let you run your fingers absently through his ever constant bed head.

While alone his more reserved nature will crumble before you and he will relish the feel of you.

The warmth of your skin and touch of your body against his is his personal dream come true.

He will practically devour you everyday, in both your dreams and reality, so that you are never left wanting again.

Of no volition of his own, Dream was taken from you for over a century and that has honestly left you both fragile and hungry for each other always.

Though he is never satiated.

He will indulge you in your every whim. Be it playing with his hair or having him lay his head down on your lap all the way to you leaving hickeys and marks upon his body (though they do disappear immediately)

Any touch you grace him with he savors far more than you'll ever know.

The only time Morpheus truly feels happy is when you're in his arms.

When he can feel that you're really here, touching him, with him. Where he can protect you and keep you safe forever.

You are his home, even more so than the realm he created.

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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 // Dream

// DATE // 15th of October 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x reader, no pronounce used, small bit for afab!readers, small bit for European readers // WARNING // fluff, mention of period blood // WORDS // 1,6k+ // SUMMARY // What dating Dream would be like

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

Living with the boys in the Dream Team house

Not that Sapnap and George minded

Bothering Dream when he's editing

"How long you gonna be busy for?" you ask him. Leaning on his chair in an annoying way where it dips the chair down. He rolls his eyes with a playful look on his face. He knows you do this cause you're in need of attention. "A little while longer I'm afraid," he tells you. Though, he quickly saves his progress and turns his chair to face you. "Do you need something?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "Hugs?" you ask with a pout. Dream grins, patting his lap. Inviting you to sit down. You do so, positioning your legs on either side of his. Scooting closer to the male. Wrapping your arms around his neck, snuggling your face into his neck. He gives you a gentle squeeze, then turns the chair back around. Going back to editing with you in his hold.

Cuddles for daaaaaaaayyyyyyyys

Surprisingly playing cosy games with you

He hates to admit that he loves playing Stardew Valley with you

"Secretly" has all the spots memorized of your favourite character just so you can become friends with that character quickly.

"Where is Penny?! I can't find her!" you exclaim as you run all over the place trying to find your one and only love (:P) holding a diamond which you stole from Dream's chest. "She's by the community centre," Dream is quick to reply which makes you stop in your tracks. "How do you know that?" you question him suspiciously. Opening the map you locate him by the ocean. "I- I, uhm, just walked passed her. On my way to the mines," you hum in acknowledgement. A sweet smile forms on your lips. Happiness filled you at the fact that Dream went out of his way to learn Penny's schedule. Just for you.

Movie nights, with or without George and Sapnap

Movie nights without them, you two take over the entire couch.

He's on his back, laid out across the couch.

You're half on top of him, half shoved between Dream and the back of the couch.

Legs tangled together.

Your head on his chest

His right arm is wrapped around you tightly, wanting to keep you secure and safe.

Blanket over the top of you.

Patches resting above your heads on the backrest.

Movie nights with them, you two claim the big corner of the L-shaped couch.

Wrapped up in blankets even when Dream gets hot.

He'll just remove his hoodie if he gets too hot, always wearing a shirt underneath cause that's what men do apparently.

He knows you get cold easily.

And with the bills rising you don't really touch the thermostat all that much.

Because of that, you're always walking around in cosy clothes.

More often than not those outfits consist of Dreams hoodies.

With you getting cold easily he always makes sure to have a spare hoodie or jacket with him whenever you guys go out. Whether it's on a date or just to Walmart.

Gifts for days!

You are not materialistic but you really have to watch your tongue around him. Or people might think you are.

The moment "Oh that's cute" leaves your lips, he's already on his way to secretly buy whatever it is you just said that about.

You tell him he doesn't need to buy you all these gifts of course, but will he listen? No.

"Dream! What did you get me this time!" you yell through the house once you've accepted a package from the delivery guy. Your name is written on the package. But you have not ordered anything recently. "Oh, it's just that mug you really liked from Etsy," he says when he walks into the kitchen. You were there, package on the counter, knife in hand to open it. He's standing by the custom build shelves filled almost to the brim with mugs you've been gifted by him. A max of 5 had been bought with your own money. "Dream," you tell him seriously. Putting down the knife before walking up to him. You wrap your arms around his middle. Staring up at his towering frame. "I love you," you tell him sincerely but you want to get your point across. "But I need you to stop buying everything that I find cute." You've told him this before but he never seemed to get the gist of it. The serious look in your eyes is what gets him. "Alright," he sighs gently. It's not a sigh of annoyance, it's a sigh of defeat. He just wants to spoil you rotten. "But there are like, three more packages on their way," he grimaces, unapologetically might I add. "Dream!" you blurt out but can't help but giggle. Shoving your head in his chest you shake your head. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your shoulders, squishing you softly. Pulling away just a bit you stand (on your tippy toes). Pecking his lips softly. "You're an idiot," you tell him. Pecking his lips a few more times. A smile graced his face. "But I'm your idiot," he grins.

Dates are the best

He'll bring you to a romantic fancy restaurant once a month.

If he can't get you all the gifts then this is how he'll spoil you.

Not that he doesn't spoil you on any other date.

He sure does

Cinema date?

You want 2 boxes of popcorn and 2 boxes of chips? Sure!

2 large of not xl drinks for you as well.

Home dates will forever be your favourite though.

They hold a special place in your heart.

At least once every week you have a home date where he cooks for you.

Every time he tries a new recipe.

He knows you can be a picky eater, but he has this way of slowly introducing you to new foods.

Before you moved in with him your list of liked foods was quite low.

Now it's grown to more than 3 times that amount.

One thing that always sticks with every date;

Ice cream for dessert! Always!

A little bit for European readers

With you being European, you're used to getting sips of alcohol since you started High school.

You're not an alcoholic or anything.

You do enjoy the occasional drink during a date.

You know he doesn't really drink.

So you never force alcohol on him.

You respect him for it.

So you'll keep it to a max of two drinks on the date.

A little bit for afab!readers

What he does when you're on your period.

He becomes a servant

Ran out of pads/tampons?

No problem, he's already on his way getting them for you.

Brings you you're favourite foods and candy while he's at the store.

He'll never truly feel the pain you go through with all the cramps.

But he knows how painful it is for you.

He's heard you talk about them since before you two even got together.

Before you moved in but did visit and spend nights he was prepared.

With the wrong stuff but he tried.

The first time your period decided to pay a visit while you were over.

It was earlyish in the morning. Dream was still fast asleep in bed. A heavy cramp is what woke you up. "Shit, shit shit," you grumble, forcing yourself out of bed. You're quick but try not to wake up Dream. Getting into the bathroom, you sit down on the toilet. Confirming your suspicion. "Fuck," sighing you lean forward, elbows on your knees. Face shoved in your hands. "This can't be happening." You don't know how long you spent in the bathroom. Just going over what options you had. You could put toilet paper in your underwear, but a clean pair of underwear is back in Dreams room. In order to get that you would have to leave the bathroom with bloody underwear. "God damn it!" "Y/n?" you hear Dream call out from somewhere in his room. "Are you okay?" His voice seems to get closer to the bathroom. 'Damn it, I didn't lock the door!' "Don't come in," you beg, embarrassment running through your veins. 'Why did the bathroom door have to be so far from the toilet!' "Y/n, what's going on?" his voice is filled with worry. Sighing, you can't help but feel emotional. "My period came early," you confess in a whisper. "I'm sorry, what? Do you mind if I come in," unsure on how to answer. You don't answer at all. Bad choice, as he opens the door and walks in. You're quick to grab the towel hanging by the sink next to you. Draping the towel over your lap. "No, Dream, I don't want you to see this," you wine, hanging your head. Hiding your head in your hands once more. "What's wrong, y/n. Talk to me," he kneels in front of you. Taking your hands, gently off your face. Cupping your face he makes you look at him. "My period came early," you tell him quietly. "I didn't bring any pads." "That's okay," he says so quickly it shocks you. Opening the cupboard under the couple's sink, he takes out a packet of pads. Though you can't help but laugh. "What?" he asks, a little confused by your laughter. "These will do for now," you tell him, taking the pack. "But these are for nights and heavy, heavy periods at that," you take one out to show him the size of the pad. It was about the size of his hand and a half. Which is large. "Woops," he grimaces. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, thank you," you thank him sincerely. Pecking his lips before asking him to bring my bag, for clean underwear.

Once you've fully changed into comfy clothes

Dream settles you in bed, covered by the warm duvet

He's in and out of the bedroom

Getting you snacks and Tea or Hot chocolate milk.

Overall Dream is a lovely boyfriend, he'll do anything for you.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dream Being Protective Would Include...

Request: I need protective Dream hcs 🥰🥰

Oooh here you go my lovely!

If you enjoy, please make my day and comment or reblog!!!

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @katronautt.)

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I think I genuinely go more feral each time I write these first sentences little by little but it’s worth it lmao. I’ve genuinely never seen a more woeful person with your uwu eyes skulking about like a melodramatic paper bag being whipped by the wind you king of having no brain cells I’ve never wanted to bonk someone so badly he really is the moment. Sometimes when I feel sad I just walk around like Dream does walk walk fashion baby he owns the catwalk, and I immediately feel better lmao.

Dream’s lost a lot during his existence, and he knows how it feels to be so alone and tormented constantly by the world around him, so keeping you protected from the dangers of all the realms is of the upmost importance to him. If you’re not safe, or if there’s even a hint that you’re not alright, Dream would tear every world apart, piece by piece, and scatter their ashes through the cosmos if it meant protecting you.

No joke, Dream’s first instinct when the two of you run into trouble is to hide you away so he knows you’re safe. The verdant rolling orchards that he takes you to in the hopes to woo you further, with thick marble clouds that seem to shoot out honey gold sun rays like halos, can sometimes become unstable after the whole mess with Rose Walker and the Vortex. So, Dream being Dream of course, he doesn’t completely... well, he doesn’t completely understand human customs, let’s just say. He just kind of scoops you up like you’re a feather on the breeze and wraps you up in his coat until the two of you become a little compact unit of burrito lmao. Bless him, the scowl on his face doesn’t give any hint to how tight the vice grip of his arms around your stomach trembles each time the grass beneath your feet shakes. The frumple of his concerned eyebrows as he watches the sky fracture like a shooting spiderweb straight down the middle is balanced by the way his legs tighten around yours, until you’re tucked inside his thighs. You’re not complaining though: his chest is toasty and haven-like, even if your cheek is smushed up against it like an aghast hamster.

Then, there are the more stressful (albeit humorous) times when he becomes super hypervigilant and solicitous when you’re around his family. He’s not a naturally touchy-feely PDA filled person out in public; Dream has to stay restrained to keep all the feelings and hopes and beacons of light of the dreaming within him. If even a fraction of the love that cries within him for you slips through his mask unrestrained, it would overwhelm you so greatly it would be an earth-burning devastation borne from the purest kindle. That doesn’t stop him from staying by your side during the family get togethers you end up always having to drag him along to. If he sees Desire’s slippery little snake fingers slithering their way towards you, even for a millisecond, he grows and gnarls and warps until he’s an ink splodged shadow looming up the wall. He becomes a cataclysmic penumbra that slowly begins to swallow everything in its wake; it takes Despair nodding at their twin for Desire to finally wallow off and sit by their sister with an unbothered shrug, but the thudding pang in their heart can’t mask their understanding of why humans are so afraid of nightmares.

As soon as they’re gone, Dream relents a little and comes stalking behind you, tethered tightly to your back like a sulking scarecrow surrounded by devouring crows. He glares at everyone with that lemon sucking sour face of his, until you eventually manage to get him to calm down and retreat back into himself by twisting round to face him. Even he can’t help the blank, trusting look of awe that slips through when you carefully cup his cheeks and bring him down to tentatively kiss your lips - but the smile that twitches against them definitely is purposeful.

It doesn’t last very long though: when Death comes over aawing and genuinely looking delighted, sweetly singing about how Y/n and Dream are ‘k-is-s-i-n-g’, he’s straight back to moping and dragging you back home lmao.

If any of his escaped nightmares even dare to come after you, Dream could send them straight down to the depths of Hell with only an icy glare. He’s by your side straight away, appearing in the corner of your eye as you blink and blowing the nightmare straight back into sand before you even have time to summon him. When you get back to the Dreaming, he will. not. leave. you. alone. Even though you both know that you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, he still has this aching, fiery anchored gap in the pit of his heart: the loss of his son and the severance and betrayals from his family have bitten and torn chunks from him, even though he’ll never admit it willingly. So, he does what he can - not to be ‘clingy’, in his eyes, but just precautious (which equals to him being clingy as frick.) You actually cannot step out of a room in the castle without Dream just hovering in the corner of the next like a bloody phantom. You step out to talk to Lucienne and peruse some of the latest journals in the library? Dream suddenly floats around the tucked away bookshelf like an emo ghost and nearly scares the crap out of you. He doesn’t say anything, but just settles next to you and bumps his shoulders against yours in a way that screams out: I love you, I love you I love you I love you and I can’t leave your side. It would ruin me. Thankfully you’ve learnt how to read the small and seemingly insignificant signs he gives by now, so you say nothing as he peers down at the dusty volumes along with you. You don’t even make a note: not a sound, too wary of scaring him away from this easiness as he cups his hands onto yours in a comfortable affinity. His breath shakes as he gapes down at the way your fingers slot perfectly underneath his own, a mixture of awe and curiosity in his eyes. As if he’s feeling you. Studying you. Absorbing you. Trying to understand how something like you could exist without being one of his own creations. Because if he dared his hand to try and mould perfection, it would equal you in every way.

Or when you sit up in the turrets to have a nice nap during the long stretch of the afternoons, since it is the Dreaming after all! When you blink awake, you find that Dream has settled himself into your side, tucked up all blissful and pensive as he peeks out from the cape he’s wrapped around the two of you like a turtle. The stars have begun to peek out, brightening the horizon like a sprinkling of shadowy blues and pearls of gold as he ties his hip against yours. To your surprise, Dream gazed up at the skies that reflect the iridescent infinity within his own; he begins to hum softly, very out of tune (but he’s still trying) as he traces all the universes and constellations that he’s traversed. If you must sleep, he wants you to know you’re not physically alone, and to make sure you have the sweetest dreams to boot.

The poor boi bless him one time in the human world you pinged a few too many crumbs at pigeons (his favourite activity lol). They began to swarm around you like a storm of beaks and beating wings, and Dream became so afraid they were like sent by Lucifer to swoop you away from him in retaliation for his earlier visit. He started pushing you behind his back and sternly telling the birds off, chiding them with warnings, which earned him a few grumbles and raised eyebrows from the London passerby.

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arthurtaylorlester · 2 years

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dream of the endless headcanons, and yet again, no one has asked

he is bisexual. die mad about it.

he is also grayromantic. being an entity beyond time doesn't help his perception of falling in love

non-binary, he is an anthropomorphic personification do you think he even believes in gender?

they/he. no further explanations

he is clingy. this has been stuck in my mind for days now.

imagine him resting his head on lucienne's shoulder after a long day of dream-making

or holding hands with Death as they go on another reaping walk

or cuddling matthew, all while insulting him greatly

or literally being the little spoon with whoever you ship him with

literally the biggest ride-or-die. you hurt him, or his therapist/librarian, his immortal emotional support human, his favourite older sibling (can you hurt death?), his many birds, cats, hot ex-wife, his stuff, his favourite meadow and you'll be plagued by very very traumatic dreams

he inexplicably invented eyeliner

he eventually let gault go back into jed's dreams

ill add as inspiration strikes me, in calliope we trust

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marianosbrixton · 2 years

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people started talking, putting us through our paces; dream team

pairings: dream, sapnap, georgenotfound x reader (separate)

summary: dream team when you get hate for dating them

warnings: discussions of receiving hate, some swear words sprinkled here and there

a/n: i accidentally deleted dream’s entire section immediately after writing it and i almost threw a tantrum

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dream

✧ regardless of whether or not you’re also in the public eye, i feel like dream would really want to keep your relationship a secret, because he knows you’ll undoubtedly be swarmed with a tsunami of negativity

✧ unfortunately, he’s no stranger to receiving hate, and i think he would try his absolute hardest to protect you from having to deal with it, because he knows how overwhelming it can be

✧ however, let’s say that whether by accident or on purpose, people found out about you

✧ a ton of dream’s fans are super nice and they really appreciate how happy you make him and they think you’re super cool!

✧ although, a good chunk of them also aren’t so nice, and there’s a ton of little b-words on twitter just trying to be mean to you >:(

✧ it’s sort of inevitable that when you’re around somebody with that much media attention, there are bound to be people with something bad to say

✧ i imagine you would have known this, and you’d brace yourself for it as much as you could, but it would probably be pretty hard to prepare for something like that, and naturally, it might get to you a little

✧ dream would be super apologetic to you, i think, because it’d be a bit hard not to blame yourself when somebody you love is getting that kind of attention just for being in your life

✧ you know it’s not his fault though, and you tell him that whenever he starts to feel guilty about it

✧ he’d definitely comfort you if the things people were saying started getting to you. i know i’m a pretty sensitive person so i’d definitely need a few hugs to feel okay after that

✧ he’d remind you of how beautiful you are and how much you add to his life until it was drilled into your head

✧ he’d tattoo it across his forehead if that’s what you needed to stop feeling sad

✧ i know he’s had a tendency in the past to speak out of emotion when people say things that upset him, so i think there could realistically be a possibility of that happening (because it upsets him that people who don’t even know you are being so blatantly cruel for no reason), but i also think he’d want to have a level head when talking about it, because it’s not just him he has to think about, it’s you

✧ the way i can imagine him addressing it is by doing a short stream, maybe 10-15 minutes and being pretty direct about it

✧ i think, to him, making a tweet would feel too impersonal, and, for your sake, he wouldn’t want to make it into a massive thing (i don’t know about you but my anxiety would go 📈📈 if i had the entirety of twitter talking about me), but it’s a big enough thing that he wants to speak one on one with his audience and let them know that he won’t tolerate any level of unkindness towards you

✧ he’d try to be as composed as possible, but it’s a naturally upsetting thing, and he’d come off as very stern (as he should though). i feel like he’s gotten pretty used to sitting there and accepting the hate he receives, because at this point, it’s part of the job and there’s nothing he can really do about it, but he refuses not to defend you, because there’s no way you deserve the way people are treating you

✧ if you asked him not to say anything about it, i honestly don’t really think he’d want to listen. he wouldn’t directly go against your wishes, and if you really didn’t want him to, he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely try to plead his case and let you know that it’s important to him that he doesn’t let people think it’s okay to talk to you like that

✧ at the end of the day, he just wants you to be okay, and he’ll respect you on the way you want the situation to be handled

✧ if you want him to ask his audience to stop, he’s already taking mental notes on what he’s planning to say

✧ if you just want to shut out the world for a bit and spend time together, he’s wrapping you up in a tight hug before you can even finish your sentence

✧ he loves you, and he’d do absolutely anything for people to realise how incredible you are

sapnap

✧ sapnap is the one i can imagine getting the most angry over it

✧ he’s proven time and time again how fiercely loyal of a person he is, and when people start to be shitty towards the people he cares about, he doesn’t hesitate to put them in their place

✧ i can definitely see him not even waiting to ask you what you want him to do before he’s sending out multiple angry tweets about how he absolutely will not put up with anybody mistreating you, especially people who claim to be his fans

✧ i can’t see him talking about it on stream, just because that doesn’t really seem like his style, but he wouldn’t hesitate to ban people from his chat (or directly call them out) if they have nothing nice to say

✧ in all honesty he’d probably get so caught up in being mad about it and fighting people online that he’d sort of forget to check in with you and see how you’re doing with it all

✧ once he does remember, though, he’s very attentive to what you need to help you through it

✧ if you’re pretty upset about it, he’d probably have to fight the urge to pull out his phone and berate everybody who played a part in making you that sad

✧ but he knows in the moment that that’s not what you need, and he’ll remind himself to focus on you instead of them

✧ i feel like him asking you what you want him to do is less “what do i do?” but more “here’s what i’m going to do”

✧ he’s a bit like dream in the sense that if you really, really didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it, he would respect that, because at the end of the day, you’re his main priority in this situation

✧ but he’d be absolutely itching to let the people who are hating on you know exactly what he thinks and how little he tolerates their actions, to the point where it’s probably better to just let him do it and deal with the consequences

✧ once he knows for sure that you’re okay with him addressing it, oh boy, he goes off

✧ if you think for even a second that this man wouldn’t fight tooth and nail to defend you, you’re incredibly wrong

✧ he’d fight everyone in the entire universe for you if that’s what it took for them to shut the hell up and stop being bullies

✧ he’d probably shut his phone (and yours) off for a little bit afterwards just so there’s some distance between the both of you and everything else

✧ the time away would definitely do you some good, and it gives him the opportunity to give you his absolute, undivided attention, which, let’s be honest, he always does regardless

george

✧ george is the one i think would be the most passive about it

✧ not passive in the sense that he’s at all okay with it, because he’s definitely not, but more in the sense that his focus would be entirely on you and how he can help you, rather than on how he can address it

✧ he’d be like dream in the sense that he feels extremely guilty that you’re getting this hate essentially because of him (even though it’s not his fault in the slightest), the only difference is that i don’t feel like he’d bring it up

✧ he doesn’t want to make it about him, because you’re the one being targeted, not him, and you’re the one that needs support

✧ he already doesn’t express his emotions much, let alone when someone he cares about is going through something this overwhelming

✧ he’d probably dread having to bring it up to his audience, he very much doesn’t seem like the type of person who enjoys confrontation or any kind of conflict

✧ nobody likes being surrounded by negativity, but i think george would get extra uncomfortable when there’s some sort of contention within his community, especially when it’s regarding someone he’s close to

✧ when it comes to actually addressing it, i think he’s the most likely to properly ask you how you want the situation to be handled and build off of that

✧ if you say you’d rather not draw attention to it, he’s completely happy to just hang out with you for a few days and focus on helping you feel better

✧ but if you wanted him to ask everyone to stop, i think he’d sit down for about half an hour or so and plan out a few tweets that are kind enough that people know he’s not hostile but also stern enough that he knows they’ll listen

✧ george usually tries to be really accommodating to people even when they aren’t doing the same, so i don’t see him as the type to get noticeably angry, but you’d have to be blind not to see that he’s unhappy about it

✧ ultimately, he understands that there’s unfortunately not a whole lot he can do about it

✧ like, he can send out a few tweets (and he will) and block all the people in the world, but he knows that there’ll always be somebody with something to say, and nine times out of ten, it won’t be positive

✧ you know this too, and it really, really sucks, but you also know that nothing that anybody can say will change the way george sees you, and vice versa

✧ the two of you will get through it together, because you know he loves you no matter what, and that’s enough to make it all feel okay again

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