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The woods around your hidden home were quiet, only gentle whisperings of the leaves rustling against each other could be heard. For ten months, this silence had unnerved you, had concocted an even worse anxiety to simmer away in your stomach. But now, the hushed woods were welcomed as you watched Dream's haunted eyes flicker over them from the bench he sat on.
His grey eyes that had stared at nothing but the spitting magma of his prison cell for months were finally seeing green, were finally seeing nature. He could no longer hear the echoes of the pufferfish or the bubbling of lava, he could no longer taste the blood in his mouth from Quackity's torture.
He was free.
But you had never seen him look so empty.
You remembered when he told you about his childhood and the days he had spent in these very same woods with Sapnap; play fighting with branches when they were children and sitting in the trees as teenagers, dramatically contemplating life. You smiled at the memory of his distant eyes, reminiscing over a friend who he no longer recognised with the same love.
It had hurt you to hear that Sapnap wanted nothing to do with Dream anymore, but not as much as it had hurt Dream.
He had returned home at long last, away from the obsidian walls of the prison forever, yet his eyes were glazed and his hands still trembled. His thoughts refused to stray away from Sapnap's hateful gaze, from Quackity's weapons that had hurt him for days on end, from Sam's cruel words. His heart pounded unevenly in his chest and he always felt cold, not used to the absence of the lava-wall quite yet.
You approached him, settling down on the bench where only last night he had told you of the horrors that had taken place within the prison. You had never felt more anger in your life, a burning fire that had threatened to consume you until you had taken your revenge. But Dream's voice had started to shake and you knew that revenge would have to wait.
He needed you to be there for him, even if you had already sharpened your sword for when he was better.
You shifted on the bench, leaving a small gap between the two of you as an uncertainty about his new boundaries remained.
"Here," you said quietly, handing him a cup of tea.
"Thank you," he murmured and accepted the warm mug, allowing the heat to seep into his cold hands.
You placed your own tea onto the grass, watching your lover carefully. His pale skin was incredibly clean. He had spent hours in the bathroom last night taking care of himself; shaving, cutting his hair, scrubbing his body until it was rid of the filth. If it weren't for the newly acquired scars and his absent eyes, he might've looked the same as when he went in.
Your gaze travelled over his lips and the bridge of his nose, but your wandering stopped as he turned to face you. You didn't turn away from him as he began to study you instead. The only thing you heard were the hushed noises of the woods as his eyes fluttered all over your face.
"You changed your hair," he said detachedly.
"Only slightly," you said, your heart breaking at his distance.
His eyes moved back up to yours.
"Did you miss me?" He asked, a lonely curiosity coating his words.
Your throat closed at his question, "Every single day."
And finally, as Dream watched your eyes close and your teeth nibble on your cheek, he saw you. He saw the way the patches underneath your eyes had been marked grey, the way nail indents were permanently present on the palm of your hand. He saw the small pimples that had sprouted across your jaw from the stress, the nervous twitch that made your eyelids aggressively blink shut every so often.
His heart burned as he imagined what the last ten months must have been like for you. He thought about how the only time he felt comfort within those sweltering walls were when he thought of you. He wondered about how the only time you felt comfort was at the thought of getting him out.
"We've talked about how hard the prison was for me," Dream whispered, "but I can't imagine it's been easy for you either."
You could've cried right there at his thoughtfulness, at someone finally checking in on you.
"God, Dream," you voice caught on your throat, "it's been... so fucking difficult."
Dream nodded before placing his mug down and taking your hand in his. Your heart filled at finally being able to touch him now that he had initiated contact.
You squeezed his hand and told him everything that had happened in the time he had been gone. You spoke of the plans you had come up with to get him out, tens of them all neatly printed in their own notebooks. Some that were too ambitious to even try, some that had failed so spectacularly you were surprised you hadn't been caught.
You spoke of all the times you had tried to visit him, only to be refused by Sam and banned from the premises. You spoke of the night Technoblade had found your secret home, informing you of his escape plan which you had been quick to help him finalise. You spoke of how alone you had felt, unwelcomed by many due to your association with Dream. Every single emotion spilled out of you and weaved themselves into the woods, just as Dream's had done the night before.
Dream listened attentively, not interrupting once. He stroked your hand with his thumb, offering gentle words whenever it became too much and you needed a moment to compose yourself. And the entire time you shared your desperate desires to have him home, Dream's chest felt as though it could explode at how much you cared.
He had forgotten what it was like to be loved by a person and to love them back with a world-ending force.
"I'm sorry you went through all of that alone," he told you once you had finished, the tension you had held in your shoulders slipping away.
You shook your head, "Don't be sorry over something you can't control, love. That's not good for either of us."
Dream smiled lightly at your soft words.
"Thank you for listening to me," you said, keeping your voice low. "I'm so happy to finally have you back."
Dream placed a hand on your cheek, "And I'm so happy to be home with you again."
You leaned into his touch, admiring his eyes which seemed to have some of their vibrancy back. Your gaze fell to his lips and you pressed your own together with hesitance.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You asked, still unsure of what he was comfortable with.
"I was sort of hoping you would," Dream's words were playful, but his tone was far from it.
Your breathing hitched as the two of you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips together for the first time in ten months. Dream shuddered as your hand moved to grip his and his breathing became heavy as he remembered how soft you were, how gentle you were. Your lips opened for him and he slid his tongue into your mouth, tenderly pushing into you.
He pulled away from you to admire your gaze of pure love and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. He didn't need to say how much he had missed you.
"I missed touching you," you whispered shyly.
Dream smiled, "I was just thinking about how much I missed your touches. And your kisses."
You giggled lightly and Dream's heart swelled.
"Can I... touch you now?" You murmured, "It doesn't have to be sexual or anything, I just..."
"Please," Dream's response was instant, "I want to, need to remember what it's like to..."
"...be loved," the two of you finished in your heads.
You didn't hesitate in lightly pushing his back against the bench and straddling his thighs. You raised your hands and watched them as they gently ran through his hair, combing his blonde locks. Dream's eyes closed as his hands rested themselves on your hips.
Your fingers delicately traced over his cheekbones, running over the pink scar that was new there. You trailed over his eyelids and nose, coming up over his ears before finishing back in his hair. Your nails began to gently scratch his scalp in a way you knew he adored as you placed light kisses onto his forehead, gradually moving down to his neck.
Your teeth nibbled his skin and jawline as his breathing grew heavier at your loving touches. His fingers rubbed circle onto your hips to let you know he was comfortable but his grip on you tightened as you reached an especially sensitive area of his neck.
You paused your movements at his response.
"It's okay," Dream answered your unspoken question quietly, "please keep going. You feel so nice."
Your heart lurched and you continued to suck on that spot, causing small pants to leave your lover's mouth. You were tender, not wanting to leave any other marks on him, even if it was out love. Dream's hands slowly slipped up to your waist.
He hummed contently as you began to kiss his collarbone, pulling his shirt down slightly. You placed a line of kisses along the new scar that tore down his shoulder to his chest and Dream's heart swelled at your love of him, ugly scars and all. You moved back up to kiss him, his soft lips eager against yours.
"My turn," he murmured, shifting his lips over your jaw and onto your neck.
You gasped lightly as his teeth nibbled on your skin; his possessive behaviour clearly had not been altered by his time locked away. You whispered his name at his touch, untangling your hands from his hair to balance them on his shoulders.
He began to suck on your neck with a little more energy, pulling back after a moment to admire the red patch that would surely turn into a bruise. He wanted them everywhere, scattered all over your skin.
"Can we go inside? To the bedroom?" Dream whispered against your skin.
"Are you sure?" You whispered back.
"Yeah," he said. "I want to touch you- to remember what you feel like."
You nodded, heartbeat quickening at what his words promised. Dream wrapped his arms around you before standing up and heading towards the house. You immediately began to protest the strenuous activity of carrying another person, but he kissed you to shut you up. The still warm mugs of tea were locked outside as the two of you made it into the house, carefully navigating to the bedroom.
Dream shut the door closed behind you and gently placed you on the soft sheets of your bed. It was unmade from the night before as you had spent most of it tossing and turning, waiting for him to come to bed. Dream had stayed in the bathroom all night, trying to make himself look like Dream again.
It had also taken him all night to realise that the scars tearing across his skin were not going to leave anytime soon.
But the way you had touched them, with such precaution and care, made him realise they didn't matter. You loved him anyway. That was what mattered.
With this in mind, Dream began to kiss your neck again, moving down to your collarbone. You hummed softly at his touch and placed your hand in his hair, encouraging him to mark you up in a way you missed so very much. His fingers eagerly slid your top off as well as your bra, both garments thrown to the floor hastily.
Dream paused, admiring you with wide eyes.
"I nearly forgot how beautiful you are," he whispered, almost to himself.
Your heart fluttered at his compliment before he dove back in, sucking bruises onto your chest and stomach. As he started a mark on your ribs, his index finger and thumb began to twirl your nipple. You gasped, feeling it harden beneath his grip.
"Dream," you whined softly, your hips wiggling slightly.
Dream did not respond, instead bringing his mouth over your other nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He pulled back up after it had peaked and studied your marked body, flushed with bruises from his teeth. He grinned.
"Feels good to be back, baby," he muttered before leaning down and kissing your mouth.
You hummed into the kiss, subtly bucking your hips to alert him of the growing heat within your pants. Dream smiled against your lips, not bothering to call you desperate as he unbuttoned your pants and swiftly pulled them off to join the rest of your clothes. Dream's smile grew into a grin as he spotted the obvious wet patch seeping into your panties.
"Been a little worked up without me, hm?" He said playfully, grabbing your thighs and kneading their soft flesh.
You felt heat rise into your face at his prying gaze but did not have to feel it for long as he bent down and began to suck hickeys onto your thighs. He trailed them over the outside, gradually making his way to the inside of both legs. He kept a close watch on the wet patch that grew larger as he did so.
You bucked your hips as he finally pressed a light finger against your clothed clit, enough to push a small gasp past your lips.
"Please," you mumbled, barely audible.
"What was that?" Dream asked, removing his hands from your body. You whined at the loss of contact.
"Dream," you scolded desperately.
"If you want something, doll, you just have to ask."
You paused, feeling a stinging heat rise to your cheeks before speaking softly, "Can- can you touch me?"
Dream had to grip his hands into fists at the desperation in your voice, ensuring he didn't touch his cock through his pants.
"Please, Dream," you whimpered when he did not respond.
He slipped a finger over the band of your underwear, pulling them off you in a quick motion. He paused at the sight of you, soaking wet from his marks all over your body.
"Fuck, baby," he said in awe before avidly swiping a finger up your hole, coating himself in your slick. You cried out lightly at his action.
He smirked as his middle finger began to rub your clit in a circular motion, sending sparks up your body. You let out a high-pitched moan at finally being stimulated and Dream also began to kiss you gently along your thighs. He went over each bruise carefully, glancing up briefly to watch your back arch.
You moaned when he stood up, still rubbing your clit. He leant down to lightly skim his teeth across your jawline and neck, his forearm sinking the bed down beside your head. You whined into his mouth as he kissed you before he drew back slightly, enough to admire your half-lidded eyes.
"Dream," you murmured, staring into his emerald eyes that had returned to their full colour now that he had you moaning underneath him.
"Doing so good, love," he said quietly. "Always such a pretty girl for me."
A response fizzled into a moan as Dream slipped a finger inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out. You sighed, taking the moment to hopelessly pull up his shirt. Dream smiled at your attempt and took his finger out to rapidly slip his shirt off. He threw the fabric to the ground and guided his finger back inside your pussy.
Dream watched as your eyes fluttered all over his torso, littered in old and new scars that made you grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he slipped in a second finger, your pussy throbbing around him. You groaned as his movements sped up.
He curled upwards and smiled when you cried out.
"There it is," he muttered, feeling a little arrogant he could remember your body's favourites spots. "How does that feel, love?"
"God, Dream," you moaned, "so good! Please, keep going."
Dream added a third finger, all three hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his wrist. You cursed, digging your nails into his shoulders. Dream's cock had never felt harder than when your spluttered pleas and moans filled the room, your pleasured noises increasing as his other hand reached down to rub your clit at the same time.
"I've missed your pretty little noises, doll," he said.
"I- Dream!"
He smirked, "Feels good? Come on, love, you've been such a good girl for me."
Dream felt your pussy tighten around his fingers as soft, high-pitched noises left your mouth with no shame. Every part of Dream screamed at himself to lean down and finally stimulate his cock, but he couldn't bring himself to do it as your eyes rolled backwards at his touch. He couldn't pull his fingers away from you now, not when he had so dearly missed the blissed-out expression on your face.
"Dream-" you stuttered out as you felt a familiar heat building in your stomach.
"Good girl," he stated wide-eyed. "Keep going, baby. You're doing so well."
You moaned, clenching around his fingers rapidly. It wasn't long before his three fingers pumping in and out of you, his other hand circling your clit and his gentle words of appreciation sent you hurtling to your orgasm. Dream watched breathlessly as your eyes rolled backwards, your fingers desperately gripping the sheets underneath you. You came, feeling sparks thread through your body as Dream gently helped you through your orgasm.
You finished with a hushed sigh, whispering Dream's name over and over.
"Thank you, Dream," you murmured between pants.
"Always, love," he leant down to whisper in your ear, slipping his fingers out of you. "I could do this all the time."
You smiled faintly before glancing down at the tent in his pants. You raised an eyebrow, "Need some help with that?"
Dream almost groaned, "Yes. Please."
With a little bit of effort, you pushed yourself upwards and guided Dream onto the bed so he laid down onto the sheets where you just finished. You straddled his waist and he went to grip your thighs, your slick from earlier rubbing off onto your skin. You leant down, brushing his lips tauntingly with yours.
Dream shuddered, bucking his hips.
You smiled against his mouth, "Been a little worked up without me, hm?"
You threw the words back at him in a whisper and his fingers dug into your thighs.
"Don't even think about teasing me," he said gruffly, sitting up so your ass was pushed directly against his erection.
You grinned, pecking his lips before reaching down to blindly undo his pants and slip off his underwear. Dream helped you, shifting where necessary until finally his cock was free. You stared at it, leaking with pre-cum and an angry red from being neglected for so long.
You swallowed at the sight of him and Dream's breath caught at your wide eyes.
"Can... can you please fuck me?" You asked breathlessly.
Dream inhaled sharply, "Of course, but... I don't know how long I'll last."
"I don't care," you murmured, already rubbing the beads of pre-cum down his cock.
Dream didn't need you to ask him twice and he flipped your positions so you were spread out underneath him. He stood up, towering over you to stare at you for a moment; your body was riddled with his marks, flushed with heat and panting. Dream's cock twitched at the sight.
He lined himself up and slowly slid into your pussy, savouring the feel of you. He cursed when he bottomed out as he softly drew circles onto your waist. He leant down to kiss you before pulling his cock out and slamming it back in. You cried out, hands snapping up to grip his shoulders.
"D-Dream..." you whimpered feebly.
Dream paused, "Baby girl? Everything okay?"
"Y-yes," you whispered. "Please keep going. Please."
Dream nodded, kissing you neck tenderly before beginning a slow pace to ease you into it. Your pussy tightened and Dream stuttered out your name as he gradually increased his pace until he was slamming into you with no mercy. His desires took over quickly and all you could do was dig your nails into his skin.
Dream arched upwards to slam against your sweet spot and you moaned loudly as every single thrust had his cock sending sparks through you. One of his hands grabbed yours, pressing it firmly into the sheets as his eyes rolled backwards.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned into your ear. "Fuck. Forgot how you were made to take me like this."
You let out a string of curses as his free hand began to circle your clit, your back arching. A low moan left Dream's mouth as this new angle wrapped around his dick perfectly, his thrusts growing stronger. Dream watched captivatedly as your eyes rolled backwards and the only sounds you could make were either moans or his name.
"Good girl," he muttered. "Taking me so well, love."
A build-up began to take over your stomach and you eagerly tugged on Dream's shoulder to pull him towards you. He kissed you, his tongue hungrily pushing into your mouth as you both moaned into one another.
"Dream! I'm c-close!" You stammered out once he had pulled away a bit.
He grinned, "Already? That's my girl."
You moaned and Dream chuckled at how undone you were, barely able to keep your eyes open as his cock continued to hit your sweet spot. His free hand moved to grab your thigh, digging his fingers into the flesh sharply.
His grip on your leg and his dick deep within you suddenly sent you to your orgasm and your pussy tightened rapidly around him. Dream let out a startled groan at the movement, his mouth moving onto your neck. You moaned as you finished for a second time with your nails marking his shoulders.
"Good girl," Dream murmured breathlessly. "So proud of you, baby."
His cock continued to slam into you, rocking you further into the bed as you clung onto him for dear life. He lifted his lips from your neck to watch you, ensuring you were okay.
"I'm close, doll," he managed to say, his thrust growing slightly inconsistent now that he didn't need to focus on your pleasure.
"D-dream," you whined, "can you p- please cum in me?"
Dream made a pathetic noise at your question, "Fuck yes, baby."
Three more thrusts and he was done, cumming inside of you with a low-pitched moan. You whispered his name at the sight of his eyes rolling backwards and the final shocks of his orgasm that left your insides painted a sticky white. He slowly collapsed onto you, his hair tickling your collarbone as both of you panted heavily from the dying sparks of your climaxes.
"It's good to have you back," you whispered playfully and Dream laughed into your chest. Your heart swelled at the sound.
Dream stood up and gently pulled himself out of you. You shuddered as he grabbed a cloth from the floor to wipe both of you clean. He was careful to be delicate with you, knowing overstimulation was likely to be a problem with any more contact.
"Do you want to have a bath?" He asked lightly.
You shook your head with closed eyes, "Too tired. Let's just sleep."
Dream hummed and tenderly placed each of you underneath the soft covers, his arms eagerly enclosing you against his skin. Facing him, you tucked some of his blonde hair out of his eyes that looked just about ready to sink shut. You leaned forward and kissed him.
"I love you," you said.
Dream's eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his forehead against yours, "I love you."
Both of you fell asleep quickly and Dream finally felt like he was home again.