Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

🦴BONUS🦴 - WEDNESDAY (INK)

The house was much more relaxed than (Y/n) assumed it should be considering it was the demon's heat week, and the peaceful atmosphere made her sleepy enough to take a nap. She could hear Dream and Error talking in the kitchen about their plan for what to do against Waylon, the two of them getting along surprisingly well considering how much Error supposedly hated Dream when she first summoned him. Swap was making tacos, humming along to a song playing from her phone where it sat on the kitchen counter, and the two Renegades Slash and Outer were talking in the living room. The only one she hadn't seen in a while was Ink, who claimed the heat inspired him like nothing else and disappeared to let out his creativity.

So (Y/n) headed up to her room, intending to take a nap since everything was alright with the demons, but when she opened the door, she froze seeing Ink sitting with his back to her at her desk. He'd set up the little area with all of the art supplies he could find, deeming it the perfect spot to release his artistic creativity and officially claiming it his own some time ago, and since she didn't have the heart to deny him, it was more or less his. Standing stock-still as she tried to subtly peek around his shoulder to see what he was working on, she wondered if the demon's heat week had any effect on what art he created. She knew the Archdemon relied on his vials to produce emotion, but with such an innate part of their biology affected this week, she had to wonder if maybe he didn't need them to feel real emotions right now.

When Ink kept his head down, scribbling away feverishly, (Y/n) stepped silently into the room and shut the door behind her without a sound. He didn't perk up. He was secretive when it came to his own art, but if he didn't know she was there, then she could take a quick peek to find out what all the secrecy was about. Curiosity burned inside her at the thought, so she padded up on silent feet behind him, and when she was close enough, she peeked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing and froze stiff.

Only after she saw the, uh, poses he'd drawn the two of them in did she notice the pink vial lying empty on the desk beside his drawing notebook, and her face turned scarlet as her eyes slowly took in the very, well, intimate acts the two of them were partaking in on the page. The details were remarkably fine-tuned depicting him railing her against the wall and him fucking her on the bed and bending her over it, and as dirty as they were, they were extremely well-made to the point she wondered if he'd been studying her anatomy while she wasn't looking. It made her heart pound in her ears as she shifted behind him, suddenly uncomfortably warm, but the movement caused him to startle, turning around quickly as he scrambled to hide the notebook.

"Oh, uh, hi (Y/n)!" His pencils clattered to the ground as his skull took on a rainbow of hues, and he shoved the notebook away from him so it was crammed into the corner of the desk. His colorful eyelights quickly took her in, admiring her very minimal clothing of a simple t-shirt and shorts, as she tried to get her brain to function enough to produce a reply.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" (Y/n) mumbled, already shifting towards the door. Maybe he kept his notebook and the drawings inside it hidden from her for a reason.

"What? No! I was just, um..." Ink's gaze flickered around as if searching for an excuse. "It doesn't matter." He quickly put on a bright smile, but his eyelights shifted to hearts as he looked her over again. "What are you doing here?"

Now it was (Y/n)'s turn to look around as if trying to generate an excuse. "I was just checking to make sure you were alright." The excuse sounded flimsy even to her, and she shifted uncomfortably in front of him as he cocked his head to the side.

"You saw?" He already knew the answer, so she nodded nervously. "You haven't told me you're disgusted yet, so I take it you're interested?" His words were simultaneously flirty and blunt, and he leaned towards her with a smirk.