#post prison arc

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you can switch any of their thought bubbles around and it will continue to be correct ✅

@sleepiestsheep i fear i was so wiped from that other drawing of cdream that i got lazy 💔 have a low quality shitpost, better is coming in the works trust

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You hated men.

You had a long past of abusive exes, plus an abusive father, who made your every waking moment a living hell.

So, you finally... found a way to channel all that rage. All that pain.

At first it was all about the money, than it was revenge. But whenever you got on that pole and you felt all the eyes, of all those men, on you, you felt your rage boiling, but not enough to boil over.

You couldn't handle watching all those sleazeballs ogling you, but you knew that, this was the whole point of being a stripper.

Sure, the money is good but the satisfaction you get, when those men pay a bit extra, just to have you for a whole night, all to themselves, in a cheap motel room, or an expensive, extravagant hotel room, only to end up with their genitals cut off and thrown in the toilet, while having barbed wire wrapped around their heads and necks.

You've never actually slept with any of those men. They didn't interest you. You just wanted them to be the object... the target of all the rage from all the sexual, emotional and physical abuse you've endured since you were a kid.

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The team has been trying to track your movements, for the past two years. But, without any valid leads to capture you, the trail to you kept going cold, time and time again.

That was until today.

It was supposed to be a regular night. You were dancing on the pole for your first round of the night, with a few private dances already booked for later.

Under normal circumstances, you're less tense. But the second you walk into the club, you feel a few pairs of eyes on you.

It's weird...

You feel like you're being watched but differently... more ominously... as if you're being scrutinized... as if you're under a microscope...

You brush the feeling off and go on about your night, like you normally would.

The second you get on the stage and wrap your hands around the pole, you see a new face in the crowd, and a pair of hazel, almost honey-colored eyes staring at you.

For a fragment of a second, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of that man. He's clearly older than you, at least by a decade.

His eyes followed your every move as you moved with a mastery and grace and sensuality, you've practiced, honed and perfected after four years on the job.

Even while your dancing and grinding your body on the pole, your mind was constantly going back to the mysterious, new guy you saw in the crowd.

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You walk into the room, for your first private dance, only to see that very same guy that has been making your body feel hot this entire time.

"Hey there," he greets. His voice smooth and low as he speaks to you.

He's sitting back against the black leather seats of the room, legs spread and a obvious erection, straining against his slacks. The red led lights on the ceiling above him, highlight his jaw and his soft lashes.

God, you wanna jump his bones. You feel the heat between your thighs getting worse the longer you stand there and observe the man in front of you.

"I'm Spencer. What's yours, darling?" he asks, motioning for you to get closer and straddle his lap.

"I'm Y/n, handsome," you whisper in his ear, while you let your hands run all over his torso, feeling his muscles and the slight softness of his stomach and arms, beneath his neat clothes.

Ever since you got in this line of work, you've learnt to observe the little details about your clients. The brand of their clothes, shoes and jewelry (if they're wearing any). This way, you're able to tell what their job and status might be and how much money they are probably making.

You can tell, that his suit is not tailored, which means that his wage is probably not within the "six-figures-and-above" spectrum. You notice his watch, making a mental note about how old and worn out it is, yet you know that it was expensive when it was first bought, probably passed down to him by a family member or a gift.

"You were gorgeous up there," he whispers, with his hands traveling from your waist, to your hips and finally your thighs, pulling you closer to his body, until you can feel his heart beat against you.

"Why, thank you, baby~" you purr.

"How do you want this to go?" you ask him.

"How do these normally go?" he asks with a gentle smile, which has butterflies going crazy in your stomach, with his fingers brushing a strand of loose hair out of your face.

His touch is so light, so soft, as if it's barely even there.

This is the first time you've felt a touch so serene and gentle.

And it feels amazing.

"Normally it's just a lap dance... But it can go to something more, for a higher price," you genuinely answer his question.

"How much more?"

"It depends on each guy. Prices are debatable with me," you reply with a wink.

"So if i were to take you to a hotel room... would I have to pay for the lap dance too?"

"No. You just paid for the hour, you've rented this room for."

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The room he paid for, is far more expensive that you thought it would be. You take your coat off and place it in the back of one of the armchairs in the room.

Now that you are alone with him, you feel more exposed under his gaze and you have to fight the urge to wrap your arms around your body to cover up, whatever you can.

You take your heels off, finally freeing your sore feet, as you neatly put them next to the bed, before you stand in front of it, thinking of what the night might bring, and what your next move it's going to be.

Spencer walks behind you and places his large, veiny hands on your hips; the feeling of his warm palms on your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, while you can feel the arousal beginning to pool between your thighs.

His touch was so soft and gentle, you could feel your body getting hotter.

Usually whenever a man put his hands on you, you felt dirty, defiled, shameful.

But he... he is different. He's soft and kind and gentle, handling you like a fragile porcelain doll.

You feel free. You feel... happy.

"Is everything okay?" he softly asked, with his breath hitting your neck.

You give him a small nod, with your heart thumping against your ribcage. It's been so long since a guy made you feel like this.

His lips are feather light on the skin of your neck. You find your head falling back on his shoulder, while your thighs clench with the uncomfortable wetness pooling between them.

"May I?" he gently asks, with his fingers tightening their grip on your hips, ever so slightly.

With a small nod, he turns you around in his arms and captures your lips in a passionate, yet gentle, kiss. Your mind is going into an overdrive. You had to fight a losing battle, against the urge to push him on the bed and do what you would normally do for other clients.

But you can't. Not with him. Not when he's the first considerate man you've met in your life.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body, feeling his cock hardening, in his pants, against your stomach, as you press yourself harder against him.

With ease, he sweeps you off your feet, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carries you to the bed.

His body is firmly pressed against yours. Feeling his weight and the raging hard on in his pants, is something you never thought you'd enjoy but now you do. And God knows, you're a slut for him.

You crave him. You're desperate and he can feel it, when your arousal seeps through the thin material of your flimsy panties and goes on his pants, exactly where his cock is.

You quickly work on his jacket, tie and shirt, discarding them on the floor and revealing his toned body underneath. He's not very muscular. On the contrary, he's plenty thin, but you can tell he's strong and has muscle mass underneath his soft skin.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, when he starts trailing kisses from your lips, to your neck; biting and sucking, but not enough to leave marks.

His hands move to your shoulders, pushing down the straps of your bra, before he cups the back of your head and holds you up to unclasp and discard it, with the rest of his clothes.

The way his tongue glides on your body, until it finds your hardened nipples, makes your body feel like it's on fire. You want everything. You want him in every way possible and you sure as hell, want this to last, even after the night is over.

His hands move down your body, reaching the waistband of your thong and tugging on it. You take the hint and lift your hips, letting him pull, the last piece of fabric, down your body.

"May I touch you?" he asks. His voice hoarse with lust and impatience. You give him a small nod and gasp, when his fingers push past your folds, feeling the wetness of your cunt and spreading it around.

He focuses a lot on your swollen clit, paying attention to it, while his middle finger, easily slides inside you. You feel the muscles of your walls, clamping down around his finger as he works you, pumping it in and out and a steady pace, with his thumb circling your clit.

You want to beg for more, but the words won't come out. The only thing you are able to o right now, is moan and writhe under him, while he fingers you.

When a second finger slides in and he starts to scissor them to stretch you out further, you feel your pussy flutter around them. The second he hits your g-spot and starts aiming for it with every curled thrust of his fingers, you feel your orgasm approaching you rapidly.

Your back arches off the bed and against his chest, when you reach your climax. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy hitting you like a tsunami, rocking your body and make it shake. He keeps fingering you hard and fast, prolonging your release as much as possible, before he grabs a tissue from the box on the nightstand and clean his hand up.

You watch closely as he gets off the bed and reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a row of condoms from it.

His eyes are glued on your panting and disheveled form on the bed, while he removes his pants and boxers, before getting on the bed and putting his hands on your knees, to push your legs apart.

He grabs the condoms, taking one from the row, opening it and rolling it on. His hands move to settle on each side of your head, with one of them, move to align his aching cock with your entrance.

A small gasp comes out of your lips, when the thick head of his dick pushes inside you. Your nails slightly dig into his shoulders, while your legs tense around his hips.

Your whole body is one, singular erogenous zone that's quickly catching on fire, with his every touch.

His pace starts off slow, giving you both time to adjust to the delicious sensation of your warm cunt wrapped around him.

His eyes are boring into yours, watching every movement and studying your body language like an open book.

The more time goes by, the more he increases the pace, getting desperate. Desperate for a release... but not before you cum first.

With a grin he pulls away just enough to grab the underside of your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulders, giving him better access to reach that deep, perfect spot that has fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

God, how you love this feeling.

It's unlike anything you've ever felt before in your life and you don't want it to end. So, you desperately try to hold off your orgasm just to enjoy this moment longer, but it becomes increasingly difficult, with the way he keeps drilling into you, so perfectly.

"Spence~ Oh fuck~" you moan, when your orgasm finally hits you like a tsunami; bliss washing over you, making your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders, while your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, throwing him over the edge with you.

His whole body shakes and trembles as he finishes inside the condom; his grip on your hips getting tight enough to leave marks behind.

Spencer stays like that for a while long, staring at you, while holding himself up, with his hands on each side of your head.

Your eyes stay locked on his for a few moments, before you interlock your lips with his, in a soft, yet passionate, kiss.

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Your reign at the bar you "worked" at, was officially over. Your hands are cuffed on your lap, as you sit in the bus, heading to your new home, Mount Pleasant Women's Correctional Facility.

You weren't surprised, sad or angry. Just... empty. You look outside of the barred windows, watching the trees pass by, while your freedom is now nonexistent.

A shame...

But, as much as you want to be angry... you can't help but smile, as you remember Spencer and the night you spent with him. The way his large hands felt on your body, his lips on your skin, the trails of pure pleasure left behind after every orgasm.

You close your eyes and lean against the seat, a small smile on your face, as you let yourself accept the new order of things, but with this happy memory, being the only thing to keep you grounded.

[ofjonsafame]

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Daryl and Beth

The Walking Dead 4x12, ‘still’

[redl3monade]

C!Tommy Timeline

We, of course, have L’manburg! Tommy first enters dsmp at 12, Wilbur ‘starts’ L’manburg a few months later.

Then we have Pogtopia, where Tommy turns 14 and celebrates alone. He still believes in his brother, though.

Then (I’m skipping over a few arcs here, but these are just the most ‘significant’ ones, personally) we have exile, where Tommy turns 15. He celebrates with Dream.

and finally we have post-prison Tommy, who has done his very best to pull away from his old attachments, and latches onto the people who accept him.

anyway, I’ve added some personal hc’s, like Tommy keeping and mending Wilbur’s jacket, only for Dream to sew in a bit of fabric from his hoodie without Tommy’s knowledge and Tommy having a permanent scar along the side of his head where Dream crushed his skull in!

let me know your thoughts, I’ll post my Wilbur ones soon (doing this for an animatic)

[sinceyousawvienna]

Like no offense full offense she would hate this fandom

[lilliancdoodles]

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[elliotl]

Hi Elliot <3

/rp /dsmp

He was out! He was actually out!

Dream was standing barefoot in the grass outside the Vault, taking in the rain and the night sky and freedom. Finally. Now he only had to find a place to stay, some food-

Techno interrupted his train of thought, gently shaking his arm

“You coming, nerd?”

“Coming were?”

Techno just smiled, gesturing to the rest of the Syndicate.

“Home.”

(Ngl I am surprised this isnt angst <333)

"Home?" Dream looked up at Techno confused. The blade looked at Dream with mischievous glint in his red eyes and smiled.

"Yeah I mean your old one kinda got damaged so you know people usually go and stay in a new one. I'm not letting go of my roommate," Technoblade joked and then smiled genuinely at the end, "A friend?" Dream scrunched up his nose and pulled Techno's cloak more close to his face so the fur would hide his face partially when he looked at the other three figures standing in the distance. He bit his lip and blinked his eyes to stop the tears from coming out. "Friend yes," Dream nodded and took Techno's arm. "Yoooo we win these," Techno spoke after Dream was helped up to mount the horse. "As always mate but not hurry up you two," Phil spoke, a hand on his circular hat. "They'll be out in no time looking for you. Dream come with me." Dream looked at Techno who was standing near his own horse. Going with Phil? Dream shook his head and told Techno no. Technoblade sighed and walked over to him. "Listen here roommate, we are going in groups? Phil can protect you better than I can at the moment," Techno glanced at his bloody leg to make his point. "I promise and you know my promises right?" "Okay," Dream uttered before he looked at Phil's smiling face. The horse was very patient to him. Dream being not familiar with one for a long time made him nervous as the being trotted towards the angel. "Come on mate," Phil spoke and then noticed Dream nervously glancing at the horse. "She is very patient don't worry. Ranboo learned horse riding on her and you know how clumsy that child is." Phil chuckled and Dream gave him a partial smile. Phil nodded at him and the duo started off. Dream glanced back ones to look at Techno and saw him with Ranboo and Niki who were recovering from crying and now were riding at a distant pace behind them. The terrain changed constantly as they had to take a long way home instead of the nether travel. Dream glanced at Phil's wing from time to time cause it twitched whenever Dream sighed or gasped. Like Phil was on alert, worry hidden behind his smiling wise face. "Thank you," Dream croaked and looked at Phil once before breaking the eye contact.

"Dream," Phil started and expected for the boy to look at him but Dream didnt. "Look that place was a hell hole. Fucking terrible thing okay. You dont need to thank me or anyone of us. We act on our beliefs." There was a moments pause and Dream looked at Phil who was watching back with a knowing gaze. "In a right way. Now, Dream, I want you to know what your beliefs are after all this. We will be with you whatever. Okay mate?" Dream nodded and they were silent for the rest of the ride. When the cold tundra came Dream did not shiver. He enjoyed every snowflake falling on his skin. He still remembers how the flakes would gather on his long lashes when he was out in the cold too long. Techno, Ranboo and Niki had joined them and now they were all going together. Dream smiled at Techno who just blinked in assurance and smiled. Dream was going to owe him for life. Not just because Techno had got them both out of the prison but because despite all of this shit, Techno had called him a friend. Cared for him the same way he had cared for Wilbur and Tommy. Dream smiled at Niki who waved at him and smiled kindly. She was the first one to touch him when he stepped out of the prison, wrapping him up in a cloak and convincing him to drink his regen pot even though he protested. The next moments were spent in silence as Dream was helped down from the horse by Techno and escorted in a cozy warm living room. Dream was alert under the curious eyes of Steve and only waved at him as the polar bear snorted and sat down staring at him. Niki had gone to put the horses in the stables, Phil went away to fetch the meds and Techno, Dream didnt know where Techno was so he started looking around panicked. "Hello," Dream turned around started to look at the half enderman and stumbled back to land on the sofa. Ranboo backed away looking panicked Dream and purple particles fluttered around them. "I'm sorry i didnt mean- I just wanted to give you tea." The boy finished shyly. Dream took the cup with shaky hands and stared at it. Ranboo was Tommy's friend. How? and why? "If it comforts you, Phil made it," Ranboo spoke and sat opposite to Dream, his tail flicking nervously. Dream took a sip, slight afraid to show that he didnt trust Ranboo completely. "So you liked that horse?" Ranboo asked not making an eye contact. "Yeah she was very fine," Dream spoke as honey soothed his throat.

"Yeah.. yeah she is mine.. i heard you liked horses so... I, I mean we got the finest for you..." Dream hummed and the awkward silence settled. Ranboo would glace at the scared man once in a while and every time the figure would pull the cloak closer. "I mean after you get better," Ranboo started and Dream looked up immediately fearing being thrown out after all this was over. "I mean after you get a little bit better... Will.. will you train with me, Dream?" Dream just stared at him as the question had took him off guard. He didnt know what Ranoo was planning. "I mean I have mob heads you know. I got them myself," Ranboo smiled a bit being proud. "It was scary but now i have many Cre.. skeleton heads and we could you know target practice." Dream looked at Techno who was silently watching unnoticed by Ranboo. "You know Techno teaches me and Niki and he is great at it. He praises but I know I am not as good at fighting yet so you can join us maybe? We can train together and then niki can bake us...." Ranboo went on while Dream heard all of it. "Okay," Dream smiled at him stopping the rambling. "I'll train with you."

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cdream anatomy thing!!

pre-prison.... heh... 😼... would (hj)

he keeps his hair buzzed within less than a centimeter of his scalp at all times, very neat military style. his scars still cause him discomfort and pain sometimes but he massages them and uses some meds (almost never though because pain makes you stronger and all that, loser) to deal with that. he is VERY very strong but he isn't one of those bodybuilders where you can see their every vein, he does have a fair amount of definition though. not nearly enough of a tummy, bro needs lessons from ctechno! he is also hairier pre-prison because a lot of it falls out while in prison.

cpunz is the one getting to see him here btw. they're going to uh. wrestle. for strength and training purposes

on that note he does NOT take ANYTHING off EVER. like sure, not the mask, but not his armor either unless he really has to, not his shirt, his gloves, etc etc. its not really a self-conscious thing it's more of an intimidation and an "I don't want people asking me stupid questions" thing.

hoooo boy. post-prison slightly recovering cdream. you know the drill yapping and lore under cut

so obviously he's skinnier, but he still retained a decent amount of muscle from decades of building it. he just can't use it very well anymore because his nerve endings are a little fried and it's hard for him to make his limbs work; he's just really, really stiff. on most days in prison, towards the beginning at least, he could force himself to try and do some sort of calisthenics exercises to at least attempt to maintain his strength and also as a form of giving himself control and a routine. he would also hoard his potatoes and then pretend to be sick in order to convince sam to give him more to try and keep his weight up, which only half-worked. his hair in prison was NASTY, greasy and matted as hell, so realistically he would shave it all off asap but so sue me drawing him with long hair is kinda fun. his hair is entirely gray, with only a few streaks of white left. he's much paler, of course. and I found out the other day that apparently with severe scurvy/collagen degradation, even years-old scars can reopen, because scarring is actually a continuous process that needs to be maintained to keep scars closed. so if you were wondering why his scars are so much redder and fresher-looking, that's the answer :)

cdream in my au deals with the torture itself 'fine'--former gladiator, former soldier, he's been through pain a thousand times (that's what he tells himself, anyway). quackity doesn't do a whole lot that's especially new to him. does he LIKE it? no (masochism reserved only for punz). but can he, for the most part, keep a straight face? yeah. what really starts to get to him is the humiliation of it. it doesn't help that quackity of all people is torturing him, someone whose ass he could flay alive if he was free, and that the person allowing the torture is a guy he so foolishly trusted. quackity figures out after a couple of weeks that what cdream really can't stand is being laughed at, so he makes absolutely sure to do it whenever possible. it makes dream lose his mind until he exhausts himself from anger, and that's when quackity steps in. as he gets weaker, quackity starts taking off the chains after baiting him into exhaustion, just to really drive the point home.

eventually, dream's hatred of being humiliated plus really starting to get sick of the constant pain overcomes his desire not to give in, and he starts addressing quackity as 'sir' and becomes very bland and submissive in his responses to him. quackity likes this, because finally dream is showing some respect, and doesn't like it, because he thinks it's secretly an act, and also dream still doesn't act like he's in enough pain.

when dream gets out, his modus operandi is "it happened yeah but I don't give a shit and it didn't do anything to me." #denier, as soon as he's with punz he immediately eats a cow's worth of steak and tries to rope punz into a sparring session. punz hesitantly accepts because dream is smart, he knows his limits, right? and then immediately after he throws up, passes out, and spends the next few days sick. then he gets up and goes to eat steak again. this cycle repeats a few more times until punz finally manages to convince him that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to take a rest day, or week, or month. it's a sticky situation for punz because dream is especially volatile at the moment and if he feels like he's being pitied or treated as weak he's probably going to run out to prove he isn't and get his ass killed in the process. punz has SO many toxic views on strength and weakness to try to get dream to unpack. but then again on the other hand you have the problem of punz not wanting to challenge dream because he believes dream is right all the time. so that's yet another struggle for the pair of them. and nothing, absolutely nothing makes dream more angry and aggressive than needing help to walk and sit and shower. he hates it like nothing else, and he had a very bad reaction when punz first suggested getting him crutches. he refuses and continues to stagger around insisting he doesn't need help until his legs give out and punz has to catch him. like with the resting thing, this happens again and again until eventually he agrees when punz points out that it's a way for him to be self-sufficient. he works on slowly strengthening his muscles until he can walk properly, but he still needs help, so the pair of them make some leg braces that work with and are concealed by his armor. "well that seems like he's healing a little fast--" yes you are correct he is and it is not for any good reasons. on a completely unrelated note I'm calling my AU Metamorphosis