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okay unrelated to my werewolf demons, i think that Punz should dom Sam in like a power bottom way? Like. Punz should have Sam be naked on the bed, play with his cock, kiss the tip, compliment how big it is a little sharp teasing that makes Sam feel insane.

Punz should slowly sink down on it and ride Sam into oblivion, obviously feeling good, obviously showing off, petting Sam's face in a way thats a little degrading, a little condescending, because he knows Sam likes having control taken away from him and made to feel like his authority is being undermined

And Punz doesn't have Sam's cock inside him nearly as much as Dream does, so they almost get distracted with how good it feels. Creeper cocks are thick and ridged and made to fill the same way Creepers expand as they explode

Sam whining and wanting so bad to make it good for Punz, to take control back, but also insane about how he's helpless. It doesn't help that Punz looks beautiful from this angle. Handsome and pretty and perfect, all for Sam.

I think Punz holds Sam down and says he's not allowed to cum inside until he says he's Punz's Good Boy.

And it pours out of Sam, along with begging and pleads to be allowed, please, I'm your good boy, I've been good, I wanna- Can I-?

And Punz squeezes around him to make Sam jolt and thrust up, spilling inside them as they praise him for being good.

Sam isn't fully satisfied until they cuddle afterwards though. Punz doesn't get off in favor of laying on top of Sam right then and there, letting his good boy keep him filled. Tells Sam it's a reward for how hard he worked; doesn't Sam deserve to make sure they're bred?

Sam is So Happy. He gets to hold and be held and he's filled Punz up (a rare treat) and he's so, so loved.

Punz presses a kiss to his jaw and murmurs I love you. If Sam was made to let go before he was ready He Would Cry.

Dream: hey guys, I brought home dinner :) are you ready to eat?

Sam, immediately trying to curl around Punz: no

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Throught about Dream/Foolish ?

They are nothing about their ship i would take anything headcannon or AU !!!!!!

We're going to pretend like I didn't promise to eventually post an AU about them and then realized that would be a lot of work and said "I'll do this later" because later is here and its still not done. Surely I will do this soon.

Instead have this writing I found when searching through my backlogs. This is also from an AU I rotated with another person. Context? shhh don't worry about it

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Dream preferred loading the dishwasher at midnight. It was quiet, the kitchen was empty, no one was around to look at him while he did it and throw off his focus on the One Single Task he struggled with in the daylight hours. He blamed his ADHD. Or maybe it was just his partners being a little too distracting with their pretty faces and horny behavior.

Enjoyable. Very enjoyable, especially for him. But terrible for focus.

He filled the sink a quarter-ways after the last dish was rinsed and put on the rack. While the dishwasher did it's job, he began scrubbing the sink itself, taking the time to clean its ceramic finish of all the bits and pieces of food that clung to its surface. It wasn't technically necessary of course- but Dream had gotten into the zone, the energy burst after a task finished leading into another one, a high he always loved to ride until half the house was cleaned in one go. Who knows when he'd next have the energy to do it, anyway?

He drained the water, grabbing a cloth to wipe down and dry. He couldn't contain his grin as he searched the cabinet under the sink for the whitening powder, grabbing it to gently pepper over the bottom of the sink bowl to keep the ceramic-

Arms wrapped around his waist, and he jumped, dropping the container into the sink.

"Oh- Sorry about that!" Foolish peered around his shoulder to look at the powdered sink+container. "I thought you heard me coming."

"I was distracted." Dream snorted. He carefully plucked the container out of the powder and dusted off the excess, before setting it to the side. "What are you doing awake? I thought you passed out two hours ago."

"…You weren't in bed." Foolish mumbled. He seemed to push himself further into Dream, curling around him like he expecting Dream to vanish.

"I just needed to do the dishes, I would have been right back!" Dream protested. He paused. "Probably. Sort've. I would have been back by four."

Foolish frowned. "You know you don't need to clean all this stuff, right? I don't even know where half of the things under the sink came from."

"There were these really cool deep cleaning videos I watched that talked about useful products- I just wanted to try a few."

"A few."

"A few." Dream gave a lopsided grin.

Foolish giggled, then kissed him, soft and without heat. Dream made a happy noise, leaning into the luxury that had becoming so commonplace in the past year. It still felt new, no matter how many times Foolish did it. Special. Not that Punz's kisses weren't, of course not- it was just different. It felt… like a need being sated. Or like being home.

Maybe that was too vague, but Dream had never gone to school for poetry.

Foolish sighed as the kiss ended. He didn't seem at peace the way Dream was with the brief contact; there was an unsettled expression weathering his face, even as he cupped Dreams cheek.

"Foosh?"

"Mm. Yeah?" He mumbled. "Sorry, just thinking."

"After nine? That doesn't sound like you."

"Dude, shut up," Foolish buried his face into Dreams shoulder to hide his smile, failing. "I'm trying to like, figure out how to talk."

"Talk about what, idiot? Your lack of sleep?"

"No, that's your problem." Foolish stuck his tongue out. This was an obvious mistake, because this meant that Dream could retaliate by also sticking his tongue out- and press it directly against Foolish's.

He watched with delight as his brother sputtered, baffled by this tactic of warfare. Really, he should have expected these things from Dream by now, it was on him for not coming prepared for battle.

"Dream." Foolish whined.

"Foolish. Dream mocked with a shit-eating grin. His brother groaned.

"This was supposed to be a serious conversation." Foolish grumbled.

"It can still be serious with a tongue war."

"That doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about tongue wars to argue with that."

"You will." Dream said smugly. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"Noth- it's not that anything wrong, it's just-" Foolish deflated. "You know I love you, right?"

Dream blinked. "Uh, duh? I love you too."

"No, like-! Like I appreciate you. So much. For everything."

"I'd hope so. I appreciate you too."

Foolish made an upset noise. Okay then, wrong answer. Dream felt a bit of apprehension as he held Foolish closer.

"Are you alright, Foosh? Whatever's wrong, it's okay, I can handle it."

His brother suddenly seemed to melt into misery. "You shouldn't have to. You shouldn't even be here."

Dream suddenly felt like he was very mentally under-dressed for this conversation.

"Are you kicking me out, Foosh????" He asked in disbelief. His brother looked aghast.

"No,*" He pulled Dream into a tight hug, panicked. "I would *never-"*

"Alright, good, because you'd die from food poisoning in a week." Dream sighed, trying to calm both himself and his favorite idiot. "Just. Stop overthinking it and tell me what's wrong."

"But I don't know how." Foolish said miserably. "I just want you with me forever and to be happy and to feel good and- I don't know. But you were gone last week when we woke up for Exception Day, 'cause you didn't know we wanted you-"

"I just thought you could use some alone time." Dream protested weakly.

"Not without you!" The wet note in his voice made Dream's heart ache. "I don't want you to Not Be Here just because you don't have to be. You're not supposed to be optional, Dream; I always want you."

It felt like his heart was splintering and mending all at once at the revelation, and he would be reeling if it weren't for the tears in his baby brothers eyes. "I'm sorry, Foosh."

But Foolish cringed and shook his head. "No, I messed up- fuck, I was supposed to be the one apologizing."

"For what?" Dream rested his forehead against his brother's. "You didn't do anything wrong, Foosh."

"I did," He insisted. "You didn't have to be with me and Punz, you could have found other people, you could have had anyone; you're perfect. But you let me use you instead."

Dream was very happy to be used, thank you very much, and would have happily argued that fact, but Foolish pressed on.

"You're doing everything for me, so I have to make sure you know it's the same back. Anything for you. You have to know." Foolish pressed his face into Dream's hair, sniffling. Dreams eyes felt very hot.

"I know, Foosh." He whispered.

His little brother made a hurt noise. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The counter was digging into his hip, but he didn't care. His throat closed up as he felt his brother tremble a little, obviously trying to keep quiet. He was never good at quiet crying, never quite learned the way Dream had when they had been young. That didn't matter though; Dream would rather be able to hear him, so he'd know when Foosh needed him.

"It's okay, Foosh." Dream's voice cracked. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

"I'm here too." His brothers voice was muffled in his hair. He pulled back to face Dream with red-rimmed eyes. "I am. You can ask for anything, I'll give it to you. You deserve it."

"I want a million dollars."

"I- Fuck off." Foolish burst into weepy giggles. He struggled to compose himself for a moment, before brushing a strand of hair behind Dream's ear. "I'm trying to cherish you."

Dream felt so soft. "'Cherish?' When did you start reading the dictionary?"

His brother made a grumbling noise. "When I was trying to figure out how to tell you how much I love you."

That should not have worked, he should not be charmed, and yet here Dream was, all tears and goofy grins. Slowly, Foolish leaned in and kissed him. It tasted like salt. It felt like home.

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Now i'm imagining Sam one day walks on wolf!dream mouthing punz's neck while winning him to the ground, and he gets scared thinking the wolf is atacking punz but punz is very much into what's happening and not in a really danger

SAM YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DREAM IS TOO HORNY AND IN LOVE TO HURT PUNZ. GETTING HIS COCK INSIDE IS SIGNIFICANTLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN MURDER.

Punz wants to be annoyed by the interruption but its Sam, and he's obviously so worried, so he gives Dream a kiss on the muzzle and has him show Sam just how much pleasure a Sam can receive with a werewolf pinning him down

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New awesamdrunz roleplay unlocked: Punz is a pirate who was either

A) lured off his ship by siren Dream to be fucked and used

B) his ship crashed and he was saved by mer Sam and they fuck because Sam has heart eyes and Punz feels affection

C) Siren Dream and Sam are both here, and Sam is arguing that they Should Not Seduce This Random Pirate, That's Not Moral. And it becomes a threesome because Sam refuses to let Punz stay vulnerable in this Dastardly Sirens Clutches. Surely he will be a mediating influence that can keep Punz from being chewed on

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I'm very sleepy. This means i must have demons about MerDream and Kraken Sam

Dream originally had a territory close to the shoreline of a port town. He would kill sailors and boats that got too close and was very pleased by his murdering ability. Unfortunately, after a while, the town went out on a hunt and captured him as revenge. Originally they were just going to kill him, but they needed to make a Big Trip over Kraken Trench. The Kraken is supposedly less likely to come up and kill everyone if given a tasty sacrifice. So they net Dream up, tie him to an anchor, and toss him into the trench before passing over it.

It takes Dream about an hour to reach the bottom of the trench. An hour spent in total darkness, unable to move, only knowing he was likely to be eaten. Not a fun time.

Except the anchor bonks right on Sam's head while he's sleeping, and suddenly Dream has these Big Ole Eyes staring at him in surprise and wonder.

Sam lives in the trench because it's Nice and Dark and Safe, especially good when he gets overstimulated. Occasionally gigantic boats will pass over his trench, and he's a hungry boy, so Chomp Chomp goes the boat. He doesn't have a lot of friends, due to living so far from the majority of mer congregations and also being a giant kraken. That's fine though, he's only Mildly lonely.

Dream is New and Pretty and Wonderful though. And he's even willing to talk to Sam once Sam removes the anchor! He gets an hour of conversation with Dream at the bottom of the trench, and then 30 mins of chatting as Dream swims rapidly back to the lip of the trench. And then Dream tries to say goodbye, but Sam shrinks to mer size to follow Dream out into the open ocean, and its about 4 miles in that Dream realizes he will not be getting rid of Sam.

That's okay though. They'll make a territory about 10 miles distance of the trench so Sam can always go back to decompress, and find a nice set of caves to build a home in, and be mates. It's a nice, perfect solution.

Except Punz was one of Dreams friends, back when Dreams territory was near the coast. They tended to be a loner among Mers, but Dream gave them love freely, and they quietly returned it. They hadn't been mates or anything, but Punz had been hoping to get the courage to ask next season. So Dream being kidnapped is Devastating, especially when they don't realize it's happened until a week after the fact.

It takes forever to figure out what happened and where he was taken, but they pick up the scent and eventually make it to the newly marked territory.

Dream and Sam wake up from a cuddly nap to a Calling mer noise. Dream is elated, Sam is confused. Faster than lightning, Dream darts out of the caves and rushes into Punz’s grasp, making delighted trilling noises of his own.

Sam is Not At All Insecure as Dream and Punz spin and zoom around each other making happy noises nonstop. He Is Normal as Dream swims the pair back, Punz content to be dragged anywhere as long as it was Dream pulling. It's only when Dream introduces Sam as his mate that Sam feels some of the anxiety fade (though Punz looking him up and down with narrow eyes Isn't Helping.)

Punz should be unnerved or humbled by the eldritch sea monster that could easily grow to massive size and destroy them. Any mer creature knew the legends of such power. Punz doesn't give a shit. Punz is far more concerned with Is this Mate Material, Is This Creature Good To Their Dream.

The legend is a lot less intimidating when he's clinging to Dream like a backpack, anyway.

This obviously will end in polycule, as is tradition, but I wanted there to be a moment where Sam goes to his trench to decompress because of how overwhelming it is, and later comes out to find Dream sleeping at the edge, waiting for him. Worried about Sam's feelings.

And Sam picks up Dream, not minding the silky sand slipping through his palms, and gives his body a soft kiss. And Dream wakes up and gives him a kiss on the nose, before nipping at it a little because Dream has a biting problem.

also have these images because I probably won't post them otherwise.

Dream's basic design? longfin danio glofish is what Dream's mer tail is based on. his fins are very glide-y, he comes across as a very smooth swimmer who is very attractive in a Bright Colors Smooth And Dexterity way. He's definitely one of the brightest mer Sam has ever seen. His tail is meant to be Long, longer than Punz's. He has his hair tied up in a like a shitty half-bun I can't for the life of me draw, and its tied with fishing line, which has a shark tooth on either side.

if you had them all lay out flat, Dream would be the tallest.

Sam still has creeper colored skin, and slightly darker green tentacles. When he decided to shrink himself down to Dream's size, specifically shrunk himself to be shorter than Dream because

His size understandably intimidated Dream when they first met, and he wants to not be scary

if he looks nonthreatening and easy to travel with, Maybe Dream Will Let Him Come With

its very easy to hang off Dream like a backpack if he isn't huge

Punz is a Shortfin mako shark mer who is Slightly shorter than Dream, still has a gold chain necklace, but its slightly tarnished and doesn't have a medal on it.

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"Did you catch something for us, love?" Dream asked, a sweet lilt to his voice just to see the way the sailors cheeks flushed.

"You know how hungry I get, my heart," His mate replied.

Indeed, Dream eyed up the poor sailors neck with interest, watching his beloved's tongue lick each bite like he was looking to savor, rather than devour. The man seemed torn between fear and lust, as most did when a song lured them off their ships, but there was a soft worry there too, a strange thing. His calloused, human hands trailed up Punz's arms.

"What troubles you, meal?" Dream asked. He crawled up on the sandy shoal with ease, letting his fin brush up against Punz's.

The sailor shot him a wide-eyed look. "What?"

"Why do you look so… troubled?"

"You're asking our feast for its opinion?" His mate asked in amusement.

"Its worried about you," Dream shot back. "It keeps caressing you."

"Jealous," Punz murmured with a smile, far too pleased. The sailor sent Dream a helpless look.

"I- I thought- You're alright? You're not hurt?"

The man pushed forward into Punz unexpectedly, running his hands up and down his mate's body like he expected to find some wound there. Punz stopped licking, staring back in bafflement.

"I… yes? Why wouldn't I be?"

"The lawmen on our ship, they'd said they wanted to play target practice." Their sailor was so worried, how cute. "Mer Hunting has been getting popular, and you said you needed my help."

"I did," Punz agreed. "I was so hungry, and you're obviously built strong, a good meal for my love and I to feast on."

Embarrassment and shame trickled onto their sailors face.

"Oh," He mumbled, closing off. "I… as long as you're fine."

Dream didn't like that. Judging by the displeased glance, Punz didn't either. Their prey was meant to be afraid, to try to escape in a joyous hunt. Sweetness with misery was an unpalatable dish.

And a pretty human that cared was a rare treat.

"My love," Punz purred, on the same page as always. "Would you prefer dinner, or dessert?"

Dream reached out to tilt the pretty man's jaw up. Soft eyes eyes looked at him in befuddlement. "Mm, it's been forever since we've had a good dessert."

Punz's grin was sharp. "My thoughts exactly."

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"We could eat him."

"You mean as a meal, right?"

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The Quarry needs to have their werewolves be actual wolves so I can make an AU where Punz gets fucked by werewolf Dream.

(THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE PAWS. THEY AREN'T FLUFFY. WHAT IS THE POINT OF CALLING THAT A WEREWOLF IF THERE'S ONLY WERE AND NOT WOLF.)

Dream and Punz are the two counselors in the beginning who go missing. Dream is bitten by the werewolf and Punz has to shoot and kill and murder to save him from the curse.

I just think that Dream and Punz should be happy and in love and kind of silly together as they head to the camp they were hired to counsel for, Punz as the sharpshooter instructor and Dream as the parkour instructor. Punz insists they go to the camp instead of the motel like the cop orders (because they're young and cocky and Dream would probably listen), and they feel So Guilty when it causes Dream to get bitten.

In the game, the character I'm replacing with Punz thinks the curse is broken at some point and goes back to the island to check on the character I'm replacing with Dream, but the werewolf chases him off the island because Murder.

However I think Punz goes to check to see if the curse is lifted and gets Fucked instead.

Also the werewolves in the game attack everyone who doesn't have werewolf blood on them to hide their scent, but I think Dream-werewolf registers Punz as His and only seeks to pin them down to fuck.

…. I'm trying to think of more things to say because I feel Really Strongly about Werewolf Dream fucking Punz, but it's just Demons at this point

Sam is the person Punz has to work with at some point to go kill the shit out of people I feel big brained about this. There's a moment in the game where Punzs character falls onto Sam's because the cave they're exploring is old and its balcony falls apart. I think that's very gay of them. I think I'm normal

I need Punz to be stubborn and ready to be hostile with Sam but actually feels affection for him by the time they go to kill the White Wolf together

I think I have a problem (unable to deny myself awesamdrunz for even one au)

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Mm. I have chapters of several different fics halfway done. I wish I could skip to the part where they were All The Way Done so I could post them all and take a nice accomplished break.

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woud hybrid!dream let people touch his tail?

hmmmm depends. DTeam early days was allowed to touch his tail, but he generally preferred people asking permission, the same way you'd probably not want someone pulling on your limbs without a good reason.

Post-coronation, I doubt anyone would be allowed to touch his tail, except for Punz, but unless it was for a medical reason or they were having sex, I can't imagine a particular reason why Punz would be touching it.

Also depends on the tail maybe? Like, if he has a short rabbit or sheep tail, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but a longer tail, like for a dragon or a cat? That affects his balance a lot more, so while maybe itd be brushed against far easier, it'd also be something he'd like to be touched significantly less.

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"Access Kristen Reardon's log." Dream ordered.

"I suppose Gormogon could have stuffed himself in a package and mailed himself to the Authentications Department, stole an ID, and simply walked out." Philza mused as he pulled up the authorization screen.

"This has nothing to do with 'Goobagon,'" Punz said frostily. Dream immediately turned to give them a sour look.

"Its Gormogon."

"It doesn't matter," They insisted. "He has nothing to do with this case."

A sharp beep from the computer interrupted them. A bright red screen briefly popped into view. Access Denied.

Philza frowned at it. "I don't have necessary clearance?"

That was... incredibly strange. "Let me try."

Five seconds later, another beep of denial. Dream stared at the monitor, frustrated. The woman was dead, there was no reason for the files to be-

"Here, I can do it." Punz gently took the keyboard away, typing in HANNAH_ROSE under the username and typing out the passcode. Instantly, the authorization was accepted.

What the hell?

"When did Hannah give you her password?" Philza asked as Dream gaped.

"She didn't," Punz said easily. "I looked over her shoulder while she typed once."

Oh, she was going to kill him if she ever found out. Dream debated the pros and cons of being the one who told her. Was she the type to shoot the messenger? Was she the type to shoot the person who didn't tell her?

"Kristen Reardon worked on a lot of 16th century wood carvings," Philza muttered as he began to scroll through her logs. That was interesting to know, except now there was a warm breath against the shell of his ear as Punz leaned in far too close.

"I know your password, too. Its 'Daffodil.'" They murmured, giddy and soft. Dream whipped around.

"I never told you that." Dream whispered furiously. Unfortunately, Elytrian ears were sharper than humans, and Philza turned to grin at him. Punz looked a little apologetic, but it was far outweighed by how much they were enjoying this.

"I've got eyes. And its not like any of you ever try to hide what you're typing in front of me."

"I'm changing my password after this," Dream huffed. There was a pause. Punz gave him a mischievous look.

"To 'Daisy?'"

"Dude."

"Your second favorite flower. C'mon, Dream, I know you."

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^This scene in the show always kind of amused me because like, its very early 2000s and also irl obviously passwords would be far more complicated but you know the writers wanted to make it simple so the FBI Agent could easily guess the scientist lady's password and 'know her' for shipping fuel. The scene also goes on further and the FBI agent suggests she try a planet, only as he's leaving to turn to her and go "Jupiter." While she looks Incredibly Annoyed that he keeps being correct

i rotated and thought that Obviously Punz would know Dream's password regardless of whether or not Dream told him. But Punz would probably try to whisper it so Philza wouldn't hear. and therefore get up Incredibly Close To Dream and I thought about this a normal amount.

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"Didn't I tell you to be silent?" Dream snarled as he made a show of shoving Sam into the wall. "Does your King's word mean nothing to you?"

Sam pushed back slightly, as if trying to escape him, so Dream leaned in to pin his shoulder with one hand, grabbing his jaw with the other.

"Are you challenging my authority?"

Sam's eyes were dark with lust, even as he hunched his shoulders and looked abashed. "No, Your Majesty."

"I'm not sure I believe you," Dream said with a growl, but it was hard to maintain the threatening illusion when he could see Sam struggle to stifle excited wiggles. It was cute how much he enjoy being bossed around. "I think I'll have to punish this insubordination."

It was easy to haul a willing Sam to their bed. Sam had completely abandoned trying to look submissive or repentant, instead practically throwing himself onto the bed in his eagerness. Dream still put on his show, bearing down menacingly, and Sam shivered.

He pressed a hand against Sam's back, forcing him into the mattress. "Do you know what you were made for, Knight?"

Sam whined, but didn't respond. Dream's hand moved up to grab a fistful of hair. His partner startled out a heated moan. He leaned in.

"Say it, Knight."

Sam's cheeks were a lovely blue. "Made for you- made to serve you. Made to be used by you."

Dream hummed, pleased. A flush was creeping over his own cheeks now; this wasn't their usual game, but he could admit it was nice to be reminded that Sam enjoyed Dream's control, too. Sam wanted him, in every way.

"Then you'll have to be a good boy and prove it," He said sharply.

"Please," Sam begged. A very good boy. His good boy.

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I fell asleep but it's important you know that Sam and Dream are doing an "evil king and his personal knight" roleplay. I have no idea who suggested it but it was probably Sam pretending like he didn't want to be a sub. Because he is bad at lying. Dream is very happy to pretend to be evil (his theater kidisms get to shine once again) and fucks Sam silly.

Except one of Dreams comments is something akin to "I doubt your loyalty to me" and Sam gets a little distressed. He's loyal! He's Dream's Sammy. He wouldn't betray him (not again, not ever.) So Dream grinds into him and goes yes, I know you're mine, you've proved it to me, and you did so well

Fucking him until he's filled and dripping. Sighing blissfully because yes, his Knight is so tight, so good at attending to all his needs.

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Honestly I have to say that I love the android and mechanic awesamdrunz, like it’s actually my favorite. I think I just love how pathetic but also how cute and kind Sam is and how Dream is so warm and comforting and how punz is very cold but caring. And how they both like teasing Sam is so cute.

Shdhdjdjdj it should be noted that I did not write or do the art for that. It was a birthday present to me, written by @diggingfordragons and art by @voidpidgeon. I've shown them both your messages because they absolutely deserve all love and praise forever, but like, it's important to note I was not responsible for that particular creation<3

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dreamnap is like a dude and fire tiger fight, sometimes it gets tragic, sometimes it gets gay but there's always something on fire

Sapnap is usually the one on fire in these scenarios. Unless they both decide to fuck in lava. But what are the chances of that happening :o)

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do You think that punz sees dreamnap having demons and isn't Even surpriced anymore bc he has had to see these freaks freak for Even before the server (remenbering that he's one of the og members) he just wishes they were more subtle, can they stop treating fighting like they're fucking and just fuck? It'd be less awkward he thinks

Punz would, and he would also be a goddamn hypocrite about it considering he's the master of Pining and Weird Foreplay (aka revival book experiments.) He has no room to fucking talk, and he knows it. Thats why on any occasion he sees them burning a forest down he rightly shuts his mouth and turns the other way. If Dream needs backup he can comm them.

Punz also pretends not to notice that their supply of fire res has notably lowered since these fights started picking up. Its not their business.

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hi! I wanted to Say, that iblove your writting and your aus and fics are very important to me. Thank You for all the writting you've done :3

gives you the biggest squish full of love. thank you thank you thank :oDDD

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tbh I think dreamnap fluffly when they we're younger is very cute. Both just very close and loyal and following each other always

the first week that Bad invites Dream into their home, Sapnap finds himself woken up at 2 AM, Dream shaking his shoulder. Sapnap blinks the sleep out of his eyes as Dream insists they go outside into the field nearby, letting himself be dragged without much thought.

There should have been monsters outside, waiting to get them, but there aren't. He's too young to question this, too tired. Dream is vibrating with excitement, tucking Sapnap underneath his chin as he throws the blanket he brought over both their shoulders. He's pointing out constellations that Sapnap has never heard of: the Crab, the Rascal, the Iceologer, the Glare, the Great Hunger- rambling stories that cause a rumble in Dream's chest when Sapnap turns to press his ear to it.

Dream's looking down at Sapnap when the shooting star passes over both their heads. He doesn't see it, but Sapnap does.

"Make a wish," He mumbles, falling asleep a few minutes later.

He wakes up with Dream in his bed, both of them tangled up in the blanket covered in grass stains. He never did find out what Dream wished for, but he makes his own, a little belatedly. Best friends, forever and ever.