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incarnateirony · 9 months

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Disappointed in Gaiman, but I hope the studios' vile treatment of the very people that make them rich backfires in the most spectacular way. The boycott must start now!

The revolution will not be televised, because the people making it have Cancelled Television.

I admit, the "kill all contracts" move came a few weeks, maybe a month earlier than I and others projected their escalation to, but the force majeure threats et al were expected enough the WGA got copies of it from lawyers before ever determining to strike.

These, like many details, are things fandoms simply don't think about between the lines that these unions and their members, especially their leadership, have to navigate; just like not understanding how Bad Of A Place the unions would need to be in to Officially Announce It. (Short v: legal fuckery, interwebbing media corps, "secondary damages", lawsuits, all momentum lost; suicide bomb level last stand declaration when consumers have been too addicted to do it themselves and enable the strike to go on indefinitely, as Sarah Silverman says)

It should not be a matter of kicking water uphill by fans justifying utter horse shit with "WELL TECHNICALLY" and "NO ADULTS ARE EXPLAINING TO ME HOW TO BE AN ETHICAL CONSUMER, SO I HAVE PERMISSION". Like. I never wanna hear a single woke line about consumerism from any of those blogs complicit in this horse shit ever again. You're de-progressived. Get out until you grow your own morals and ability to act.

No, union efforts do not work on Well Technicallies. They fucking do not, children. Finding loopholes to Well Technically through is just a way to avoid penalty from the union or avoid being ejected for outright violation, but if you're going against the flow and the group's self interest, you're still a scab, I do not care about your fucking Well Technicallies. The witcher author got it. Other fandoms get it. Only Gomens and a subsection of SPN fandom that saw parallel is going LALALALALA. One trekkie blog posts about it and people who haven't dicked over their own morals in self justification send that shit viral with only like 2 morons whining in the notes. Fandom needs to figure out that we see through your horse shit, and you are not going to impress us with Well Technically or someone's seventeenth bad attempt to nonlogic about leverage they imagine paying them while they fire their authors gives. Fuckin shit.

I'm not just disappointed in Gaiman. I'm disappointed in my own fandom, and even in myself because I majorly contributed to the AC/DC shit, had channels in server for it, made pushes; I made excuses for him about other things, trying to read him in good faith. Even with this, I read his initial statements going rogue from the silent agreements in good faith, but the longer he banged on the more blatantly vile it became. My server was a huge reason he got the AC/DC boost to begin with, so he can sit there smug thinking he can use tumblr brainwashees as his golden egg, but he is losing himself a lifetime of free advertising by the hundredsfold, and turning them into opposition, and that's his Personal Choice(TM).

Gaiman went from "no I will not promote during the strike" to a relentless assault of WATCH MY SHIT and posting flattering asks while dodging simple ones like "Do you support the WGA/SAG strike?" Like. We've fucking tested it. Neutrally phrased, simple yes, obviously duh would do. No responses. But he'll post the ones saying they watched the whole thing, or how gay it is because he knows the local marketing game, or ones asking how to put him ahead of the renewal pack, no problem. He's a fucking scab even consciously exploiting the search for representation as marketing, that crawled out of the anti-union comic book industry hole. I hate realizing it and admitting it to myself but I will not be a fucking enabler just because he made some of my favorite fictional characters. I care about the real people he's trying to outpace before the market collapse.

#wga strike #sag strike #neil gaiman #consumers cosplaying as progressives DNI

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iamthekingofdreams · 2 years

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖑

ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝖒𝖞 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪. 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝕴 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢?

#starter call #like for a starter #indie rp #indie gay rp #the sandman neil gaiman #the sandman rp #lord morpheus #PERSONALS DNI #lord morpheus rp #supernatural rp #indie horror roleplay #horror rp #dreamsire ship

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arthurtaylorlester · 2 years

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do you think hob ever sat in his room in 2008 listening to ''Mr.Perfectly Fine'' as it came out?

do you think hob, in 2020, after some online lesson in teaching heard ''right where you left me'' as it shuffled in his new releases?

do you think think, after a sunny day in the summer of 2022, hob listened to ''Lover'' and smiled?

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i-am-an-atomic-bomb · 2 years

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the corinthian is definitely gonna become a new tumblr sexyman once the sandman tv show drops

#apollo dni #the sandman #sandman #neil gaiman

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cosmerelists · 7 months

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If Cosmere Characters Were on Tumblr...

Sure, we blog about Cosmere characters. But what if they were here, blogging for themselves? Here is what I think it might be like...

1. Dalinar: Never changes the default icon

He gets blocked a lot.

Dalinar: How odd. No matter how many blogs I follow, my “dashboard” remains empty.

Renarin: I think they all blocked you because they think you’re a bot.

Dalinar: A bot? But I took your advice and chose a unique blog name: Big_D9762.

Renarin: ...

Dalinar: What?

2. Jasnah: Acts like Neil Gaiman

She comes on tumblr as a break from doing research and ruling, answers a few questions, and leaves again.

Anonymous asked: I love your work breaking down gender barriers in Alethkar by being queen and stuff! Do you plan to further erode unnecessary gender distinctions, like by letting women eat spicy food and show both hands?

Jasnah-Kholin: Wait and See.

3. Vin: Reblogs a thousand things in a mad fury and then disappears for days

She does not use the queue function.

Vin: Yeah...I don’t fuck with the the queue function. If you see me, you see me.

Elend: Hey Vin, did you reblog the crab rave like 15 times in a row?

Vin: I was feeling it.

4. Elend: Has a carefully curated queue

His “queue” tag is “Vin is a queue-T.”

Elend: The only exception I make are donation posts and political ones, since those need to be reblogged immediately.

Elend: But otherwise, the queue function is great for lovely, regular content!

5. Adolin: Runs a fashion blog

He has ALL of the Rosharan runways.

Adolin: It’s easy to let Alethi fashion dominate, but a REAL fashion blogger makes sure to have a wide variety of nations and fashions.

6. Shallan: Posts her art

And she tries not to be frustrated when her quick Kaladin sketch gets tons more notes than her very detailed sketch of the chasmfiend.

Shallan: It’s like, I get it--Kaladin fan art is ALWAYS popular.

Shallan: But that chasmfiend was very detailed!

Adolin: Maybe you should draw Kaladin riding it.

Adolin: Shirtless.

Shallan: ...

Shallan: I’ll take my three notes, thank you very much.

7. Tien: Always reblogs no-note art posts

And he always leaves a nice comment too!

Tien: The colors in this are so lovely!!

8. Navani: Considers herself a tumblr patron

She’s one of those bloggers who, if she reblogs your post, you know you’re about to make it big.

Navani: I don’t really make original posts, of course. I’m not a real blogger.

Navani: I just find other people’s clever posts and help promote them!

Navani (typing): "This...has...10,000...notes...to...me...”

Navani: You know they’re happy when they just respond “PLEASE NO”

9. Kelsier: Stirs up his followers with so. much. discourse.

Especially about Hoid.

Kelsier: Friendly reminder that Hoid (1) will let a planet burn to get what he wants; (2) beat up an innocent ghost (me) once; (3) is dating someone WAY younger than he is; (4) insults women.

Hoid: I insulted men too. I was the King’s Wit.

Kelsier: I’m adding you to my DNI.

10. Szeth: Very popular for his “shit posts”

Szeth, of course, is 100% sincere the entire time.

Szeth: It is odd.

Szeth: The vent post I made that simply said “my talking sword is a bad conversationalist” has like a million notes.

Szeth: ...

Szeth: Tumblr is a strange place.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Dalinar #Jasnah #Vin #Elend #Adolin #Shallan #Tien #Navani #Kelsier #Szeth

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theladyvalkyrieskyeart · 8 months

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How you gonna have "proshipper DNI" in your profile AND be a Neil Gaiman Stan? Do you not know who this man is? How he's vehemently anti-censorship, even the shit some people would find gross and weird?

Be absolutely serious for once in your life.

#neil gaiman #proship discourse #he would never be anti proship #NEVER #in fact he know what it is tbh which god bless #but if he did knew what it actually is #he would never be against it #fools

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agere-fics · 1 year

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Rainbows

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

word count: 500

pairing: caregiver!mama!Loki x little!reader

(loki uses she/her here ☺️)

summary: your mama helps you pick out your first ever pacifier.

cws: none that i can think of except for tooth rotting fluff! please let me know if something needs to be listed. /gen

a/n: hi guys! long time no see! i've been reading some neil gaiman books recently and it's been inspiring me.

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"Alright darling," Mama gestured to the coffee table in front of her that was absolutely full of pacifiers. "All of your options are right here."

There were greens and blues and purples. Reds, and oranges, pinks and yellows, too. Some of the pacis had polka dots and some were plain. A few had pretty decorations. Some even had rainbow squiggles, too!

It was a wonderful sea of colors that captured your little mind. Nothing else mattered. Just you and Mama and...

THE ARRAY OF PACIFIERS SHE MADE APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR!

You still couldn't believe it...

How did Mama do that?!

"Spark?"

Your wide eyes moved towards the sound of Mama's voice.

"Honed in on the pacifiers, are we?" Loki chuckled.

"Mhm!"

You liked the sparkle in Mama's eyes. It reminded you of bright, shining stars and the twinkle lights in your bedroom. It meant she was happy, and you liked when your Mama was happy.

"Which of these lovely pacifiers makes you want to squeaaaal in delight?" Your mama suddenly tickled you while she spoke, enunciating her words.

You giggled and giggled.

And giggled and giggled some more.

"I don't-" you stopped and let out a breathy laugh. "Don knoooow, mama! Too hard!"

Your mama finally relented. "Ooh, I understand that. When I ascended the throne to Asgard, I had to choose between allllll of these wonderfully colorful garments and jewelry I-"

You stared at Loki, your lips slightly ajar and your brows furrowed tightly. Your adorable face blatantly had confusion written all over it.

Your mama shook her head softly. "Nevermind that, moving on! Let's see here..." Her eyes scanned the pacifier filled coffee table. "How about this one here, with the cute little turtle on it?"

You shook your head and scrunched your face.

"No? Alright...hmmm." She paused a moment to think. "Oh! How about this one with the-"

You stuck out your tongue. "Blagghhh."

"No problem, darling." Loki threw it swiftly behind her. "Definitely not that one, then- OH!"

Your beautiful eyes were wide and practically glowing. If life was a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes.

"OoOooOOO!" you exclaimed in intrigue.

The pacifier with which your eyes were glued on had your favorite animal on it and it was your favorite color! It was so very, very perfect.

"Aha! We've found your match, baby darling." She held it up closer to you. All you could do was stare in amazement.

Finally, a pacifier to call your own. One that'll make you feel content and happy. One that'll make you feel like the most special baby in the whole wide world. No! The universe! A special pacifier for the most special baby in the whole wide universe!

"Mine!" You snatched it and all your Mama could do was grin excitedly.

"Yes, pumpkin, it's all yours."

You quickly slid it into your mouth and slammed your body against Loki, wrapping your arms tightly around her. Your words were less English and more like cute mumbles that Mama just adored. "Thank you, thank you, Mama!"

She laid her head gently atop yours. "Anything for my little one."

♡

#loki x reader #age regression #agere #agere fanfic #little reader #loki x little!reader #agere caregiver #agere marvel #cg!loki #caregiver loki #daddy!loki #daddy!loki x reader #caregiver!loki x little!reader

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kingbonercar · 2 years

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

~Part 2~

Part one below ⬇️

https://vampire-teeth7.tumblr.com/post/692004011191271424/bring-me-a-dream-morpheus-x-reader

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Morpheus x AFAB! GN reader (no gendered terms but reader does have a vagina)

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY FILTHY SMUT (choking, master kink, TOP!Morpheus, spitting kink, praise+degradation kink)

Sorry if it’s a tad OOC, but I tried to keep it as close to Dream as possible🤞

MINORS DNI

Neil Gaiman DNR, I know you’re lurking on certain sites but trust me, you don’t want to read this, buddy.

The kiss we shared could have spanned decades or seconds. Time melted away when he held me in his arms. I no longer yearned for the materials of this world- I only craved him. He pulled his lips from mine and averted his gaze to the floor.

“I should not have done that”. He stated.

Dream’s tone wasn’t laced with regret or malice; he let those words fall freely from his lips like a fact.

“I’m glad you did.” I attempted to reassure him, still hungry for more.

“No, it’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s that you’re a mortal and I’m a god. I mustn’t use you for my own petty entertainment.” His monotone voice groaned.

He stepped away from the foot of the bed, his back facing me. I arose softly, not letting on that his words stung like a branding iron. I outstretched my hand to calmly touch his shoulder.

“You must go.” His words rang like hell’s infernal bells.

“But I don’t want to. Please. I let you out. Don’t make me go.” I pleaded, as crystalline tears began to form and race down my cheeks.

“And why should I care? You, a human, don't deserve favors from me after performing one deed that so many failed to do.” The tall man’s voice was infused with bitterness.

He turned to face me, his eyes shining like glaciers in a lonely ocean.

“Well I’m not going anywhere.” I removed my hand from his shoulder. He furrowed his brow. “I choose to stay. Because even though you are the king of Dreams, I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“You are too bold of a mortal.” He rasped, roughly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the wall.

My back felt the impact immediately. I grunted in displeasure. Our faces were mere inches away, as Morpheus donned a cold grin.

“Do you know what I did to my last lover? I banished her to Hell because she defied me.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Dream of the Endless?” I sneered.

He let out a hot breath. “It should.”

He closed the gap between our fervent mouths, bestowing upon me a starving kiss, one much more unrelenting than the last. I attempted to rake my hands through his ebony hair, but my venture was stymied by his cold fists, pinning my arms to the wall. I could feel a pool forming in my underwear as I became exceedingly more aroused with every passing second. I moaned into his mouth unexpectedly. He immediately broke the kiss.

“You pathetic little mortal.” He rasped through a malicious grin. “Come on then. On the bed.”

I swiftly flew to the mattress- as I was eager to please the Lord of Dreams. His eyes scanned my trembling form. I felt as if he could see underneath my clothing, and was scrutinizing every curve of my body.

“Y/N, such a naughty thing.” He groaned.

Morpheus slunk astride me on the bed, his knee nestled in between my legs. We continued the deep kisses until he grew tired of them. He grasped at the hem of my shirt, maneuvering it over my chest. He ran his slender fingers over my nipple, eliciting a tremble to rampage through my body. Dream chuckled.

“It takes so little to arouse you.” He smiled.

“Don’t- don’t act like you aren’t aroused too.” I moaned through fervent breath.

“Oh you have no idea.” The pale man attached his mouth to my nipple, expertly maneuvering his tongue in a circular motion. Sinful sounds escaped my lips as he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He grinned against the supple flesh of my chest. Without thinking, I bucked my hips against his knee.

This was the wrong move.

He instantly ceased pleasuring me, and gazed into my eyes with a blazing, animalistic, intensity that only heightened my arousal. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.

“You dare attempt to get off without my permission?” He rasped.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry… Morpheus?” Being as inexperienced as I was, I frantically searched for names that he would be pleased with in bed. I recalled the balmy meadow in which he claimed that I could call him whatever I wanted- so I decided on Morpheus.

This was evidently the wrong title.

The Sandman wrapped his lithe fingers around my throat.

“You shall refer to me as Master. Now let’s try that again, shall we?” He released his iron grasp.

I gasped for air as tears leaked from my eyes.

“Ye-yes, Master.” I choked out.

“Good. Your safe word is Morning.” Dream of the Endless caressed the inky bruises forming on my throat with a pale digit.

“Now, strip for me.” He commanded.

I hastily slid off my pants and tossed them to the floor with a whump.

I hooked a finger onto the waistband of my underwear, making sure to tease the Dream Lord a tad. Eventually I tore them off, baring my entire body to him. He looked over me, his face emotionless. I wondered if he thought me to be average, beautiful, or underwhelming. I was so eager to please that I would transform my soul to his liking if it meant that I would get to soothe my pleasure-clouded mind. Morpheus, still fully clothed, slunk off of the bed, dragging me with him by the arm. However his commands were gentle, although stern.

“Return me to the form you first saw me in.” He threw his head back and guided me to a kneeling position with his hand slinking down my back.

I was confused, so I peeped “whatever do you mean, Master?”

“Take off my clothes.” He stated plainly.

I nodded. I began by unzipping his skin-tight trousers. I ran my hands down his thighs as I teased my way to his grey boxers. He tilted my chin up with his forefinger.

“Get on with it then.” He scolded, eliciting a string of apologies from me.

I dropped his undergarment to reveal his fully erect penis, glistening with pre-cum. I smirked, not giving into the thoughts of sucking him off quite yet. I snaked up his body so that I was standing level with him. I noted that his breath became heavier.

So the King of Dreams did indeed get aroused.

I began to gently unbutton his shirt, making sure to linger on his defined pectoral muscles. When I finished that task, I dragged my fingernails down his chiseled arms as I slid his long black sleeves off. The man stood before me, his build was slight yet muscular. He was drawn and forlorn yet gorgeous and warm. His body was the color of a young moon, and he was completely devoid of any body hair. He was a masterpiece, a being who Michelangelo himself would lack the talent to carve into marble. Morpheus approached me and grabbed my waist with both of his skillful hands.

“Let the universe bend to our command tonight. Let the seas boil and the earth shake. You are mine, love.” He practically breathed into my waiting ear.

I was putty in his hands, content to fulfill his every need. He swung me onto the bed with superhuman strength, his hands still planted on my waist. He planted a chaste kiss to my collarbone and worked his way down the valleys and peaks of my form until he reached my dripping core. His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“Beg.” He breathed, the vibration from his voice alone was enough to stimulate me.

“Please, please Master, I yearn for you. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and will ever want. I need to feel you please.” I moaned fervently.

“Good little slut.” He sighed.

Dream did not seem the type to use such language, but I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit I was done for. I moaned sinfully; loudly enough so that the guests in the hotel room next to us definitely heard.

I raked my hands through his raven hair. It was soft yet rigid. I began to buck my hips as pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning. The Sandman smirked against my heat, uttering, “my good little whore” among other degrading praises. My pussy tightened as I felt an incoming orgasm. Dream disconnected his lips from my clit, not before bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sensitive area. He looked vulnerable- sweat coursed down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He maneuvered his way so that his body snuck through my legs, and our chests were brushing one another. He took me yet again in a famished kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away, mischief glistening in his gorgeous eyes.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He commanded.

I did so, and Morpheus spat into my craving jaws. He then inserted two of his pale fingers past my lips. I sucked on them as if they were vessels of ambrosia. I circled my tongue around them as they went deeper, almost scraping the back of my throat. He removed them with a pop.

“Are you ready, darling?” He inquired as he lined his weeping cock up with my entrance.

“Yes master.”

He entered me suddenly, I scarcely had time to adjust to his size. Dream’s lips fell agape sinfully and he groaned pleasurably.

“Fuck.” I breathed as I threw an arm around his neck. The Dream Lord began pumping rhythmically, expertly hitting my clit with precision with every thrust of his hips.

“Look at you, so pretty for me. Pathetic fucking whore.” The man growled as he wrapped a hand tightly around my neck. My air supply was severely diminished, yet not completely cut off-for that, I was thankful. I was under The Sandman’s complete control, and I adored every second of it. I even let the safe word slip my mind, as I was ready to receive whatever hand was dealt to me. I dragged my curious fingers over his slim, defined chest, tweaking one of his nipples in the process, eliciting a filthy moan from the man himself.

“You- feel- so-fuh-fa-fucking good!” I choked from my prohibited windpipe.

“I’m Dream the Endless, of course I feel fucking good.” He tightened his grip, stealing any breath that I had left. I brought my hand up to grab the wrist of his mitt occupied with my throat, and turned on my pleading eyes. He immediately retracted his fist as I convulsed into a coughing fit.

“Oh! Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” The icy demeanor that he had been harboring immediately melted away, revealing a frantic and caring face. He ceased his thrusts and drew me close to his chest.

“N-no. I’m alright. Thank you… Master.” I teased.

“Fuck- I’ll be gentler with you.” Morpheus threw his head back as I uttered “Master”.

“No. Please don’t be.” I placed a hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes honestly.

He smirked as he resumed his pounding. An orgasm was approaching like a band of wild horses. I felt a tremble in my legs, Morpheus took notice too, and dropped his hand to reach between my legs and rub circles on my clit.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum!” I cried, my nails marking his back.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor to cum in my presence.” Dream pulled his hand away from my needy bundle of nerves to caress my jaw.

“Please, please Master! I know I’ve been such a bad little slut but I really need to cum! Please let me! I love you, Morpheus.” My last words came as a surprise to both me and him. I figured I was done for- I thought he would abandon me right there for uttering such words. But he only latched onto my neck, depositing soft kisses on the flesh. With only a few more thrusts, my orgasm arrived with enough force to knock a train off its tracks. Galaxies of pleasure invaded my senses as my visage convulsed wildly. Dream pulled out just in time for his own ejaculation, and with just a few pumps of his fist, hot ropes of cum flew out of his beautiful cock, onto my bare chest.

A slightly ashamed look overtook his face for a millisecond.

“Apologies. May I… assist you in cleaning up?” He inquired.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Master.” I breathily cooed.

He lowered himself onto me for the second time, only this instance, he dragged his tongue across my glistening tits, effectively licking his own cum from my body.

“You don’t have to call me Master anymore. Just like I said in your dream. Call me whatever you like.” His tone was the softest I had ever heard it.

“Thank you, Morpheus.” I tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear as he continued to clean me.

“Allow me to take care of you, darling.” He stated tenderly as he finished his job and enveloped me in his arms. Despite his body temperature being cool, I felt considerably warm in his presence, and utterly protected. I snuggled into his embrace and allowed my fatigued eyelids to slide shut.

“I love you too by the way.” He whispered.

I fell asleep with a soft smile painting my lips.

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