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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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masks | dreamwastaken, karl jacobs, sapnap, gerogenotfound
okay... this is a bit heavier, so please make sure to read the warnings🧍‍♀️


warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hard doms!, pet names, deep throat, overstimulation, 5th some (sort of), reader being used (consensually!!!), mask kink, yeah its fucked up...
You were lying in your bed, tightly tucked under your blanket, eating ice cream while watching your favorite show. You knew it was late since the whole house had been quiet for a long time. Maybe something after 2 a.m. You knew Karl was streaming until 1 a.m., so that would make sense. The reason you were still awake was currently running in your system. More specifically, the four cups of coffee you had within a few hours. Today was super stressful for you because everyone else was stressed, which caused extreme chaos. But to be honest, you didn't mind being awake. It was the only time you had time just for yourself.
Well, until you heard a knock on your door. You whined and put the half-eaten ice cream on your bedside table. After that, you angrily got up, ready to yell at anyone who was behind your door and not being murdered, because that would literally be the only excuse for them. You quickly opened the door, getting ready to yell, but nothing came out of your mouth. You were unable to speak as you were looking at the four men standing in front of you. Your eyes were jumping from one to another. They were all dressed in black, tech-core-like clothes, while their lower parts of their faces were covered.
,,What is this?`` you chuckled, hoping that at least one of them would explain. However, no answer was given to you; all you got were four male bodies pushing you back to your room. George, who came in last, closed the door behind all of them. The smile on your face was completely gone now. A strong hand pushed you onto your knees. You looked up, realizing it was Clay. All of them stood around you in a small circle. Karl was standing right in front of you, while Clay was on your right, Sap was on your left, and George was behind you.  ,,What are you doing?" you asked when you saw Karl's hands unzipping his pants. Sap next to you chuckled. ,,What, is this not what you wanted so bad?`` Karl said, drawing your attention to him again. ,,What?¨ You said, not understanding.  ,,Maybe make sure your door is closed while you're calling with your friend, sharing all your fantasies—that's what you called it, right?`` Clay said, and you quickly looked up at him, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. Your body was filled with extreme embarrassment.
It was true. Two days ago, you and your friend were calling on discord while drinking. Things got out of hand quickly, and you went from sharing your embarrassing stories to your kinky fantasies. That was also when you shared that you'd like to get fucked by your friends that you live with while they're wearing masks. 
,,Y/N, focus`` Karl said, and you blinked to get back into reality. The view in front of you shocked you. Karl was now stroking his cock just a few inches from your face. Sap grabbed your hair into a ponytail, forcing you to look up.  ,,You wanted to be a slut? Now's your time`` Karl said as he hit your cheeks with his cock. Saps grip tightened, making you open your mouth. Karl didn't wait for anything and put his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag. You wanted to pull your head away, but Saps hand didn't allow you that. Tears filled your eyes as Karl pulled out and then did it again, clearly not caring that you were choking on his cock.  ,,Honey, be good." Clay said as he lowered himself so his face was right next to yours. You took a deep breath and put your lips around Karl's cock.  ,,That's a good girl." Clay said as his hand traveled to your throat, feeling Karl's cock slide in and out. Karl's moans were filling the room, and you looked up at him. George was now standing next to him, looking at you getting face-fucked by his friend. ,,Sap move her head`` Karl said with a deep voice. He stopped fucking your mouth, but you didn't have peace for too long, as Saps hand started moving your head. Karl's tip was hitting the back of your throat as tears streamed down your cheeks. You were focusing on your breathing; you barely noticed when Karl quickly pulled out of your mouth, breathing heavily. You quickly closed your mouth, trying to ignore the excruciating pain in your jaw.
,,Aw, what happened, Karl?`` George said with a teasing voice.  ,,Dont wanna cum in her mouth, that's all`` He said, sounding annoyed. Your attention was brought back as Sap stood in front of you with his cock in his hand. You automatically opened your mouth, and he smiled at you. Your mouth had to get used to him. He was thicker than Karl. He started to fuck your mouth immediately, making you grab his thighs, trying to slow him down.  ,,Hands, sweethart`` You heard George say as his hands grabbed yours, placing them behind your back. He then stood up again, making sure he wouldn't miss much. Your mind was starting to get hazy, and the feeling in between your legs was driving you crazy. You noticed that the cock in your mouth felt different, so you opened your eyes to see George in front of you. You closed your eyes again, letting him use your mouth as he wanted to. You weren't sure how long he was fucking your mouth. He then quickly pulled out, giving you a second to breathe normally. His position was soon taken by Clay. All of their precum was mixed with your saliva in your mouth. Your jaw was now completely numb, allowing you to keep your mouth nicely open. Clay used your mouth for some time before once again pulling out. You swallowed and took a deep breath while looking at them with wide eyes.
Someone helped you on your feet and walked you to your bed. Sap was already lying there. Your body was guided onto the bed. You were on all fours, while Sap was half lying under you. A hand slapped your ass, making you whine and move forward, closer to Sap. He placed some of your hair behind your ear while looking at you with a loving look.
You felt the tip of someone's cock in between your folds before it harshly entered your pussy. You cried out and turned your head to see who it was. It was Karl. His hands were holding your hips. Saps hand grabbed you by your throat, making you look at him again.  ,,Pretty girl`` he said as Karl started thrusting into you. He was giving you a hard thrusts. You bit your lower lip as you were looking at Sap through your eyelashes. It was hard to keep your eyes open. Your and Karl's moans were complementing each other so nicely. His cock was stretching you out, almost painfully. His grip on your ass would definitely leave a mark.  ,,You're going to cum on my cock," Karl said as one of his hands left your ass and moved to your pussy. Long fingers playing with your clit. You cried out in pleasure and placed your head on Sap's chest. His hand was playing with your hair. The pleasure was building up, and soon you were pushed over the edge. Your body getting filled with pleasure. Sap lifted your head so he could watch your face. You were so filled with euphoria that you didn't notice Sap getting from under you and being placed on your back.
Two hands pulled you closer to the end of the bed. You opened your eyes just to be met with Clay's half-covered face. Another wave of excitement hit you. He placed your legs over his shoulders before quickly sliding his cock into your pussy, which was already filled with Karl's cum. He thrusted into you. His tip hit your cervix, and your body jerked away from him. Someone grabbed you by your shoulder, making you stay in place. ,,I know, honey, I know," Clay said as he continued fucking you, more carefully this time. You weren't fully over your first orgasm, so for a few minutes, it felt more painful than pleasurable. Once Clay's finger found your clit, another wave of orgasm came. You arched your back and opened your mouth in an empty moan. Your hands were painfully holding onto the bed cover. Karls hand grabbed one of your hands, making you stop so you would hurt yourself. Clay finished into you with a few streaks of his cum. When he pulled out, a mixture of his and Karl's cum spilled out.
,,Bro is completely brain fucked." Sap laughed as his cock entered you, causing you to whine. Someone laughed at his comment. He lowered your legs, holding your hips, while fucking into you. He was right; your brain was unable to form a single thought. Someone's hand was caressing your cheek.  ,,Fuck, she feels good." He said through his teeth as his nails dug into your skin. Your third orgasm hit you out of nowhere, making you moan loudly. Your walls clenching around Saps's cock, made him cum quickly after you. Even more cum spilled out as he pulled out. ,,Please dont`` You cried softly as George walked over to you. He parted your lips more, revealing your abused hole. ,,Just once more, darling`` He said, and you took a deep breath. He was definitely the most gentle with you. He was still fast, but his hands were traveling on your thighs, squeezing them sometimes.  ,,I-``You tried to say, but a whine took over you. ,,You're okay`` Clay said behind you. ,,I ca-cant`` You sobbed, feeling exhausted.  ,,Yes you can, for me, okay?`` George said and you cried as your final orgasm took over your body. Your legs started to shake violently, and George pinned them to the bed. It felt so overwhelmingly good that you wanted to feel like this forever. George finished half into you and half onto you.
Your chest was quickly rising, trying to catch your breath. All of them walked in front of the bed, where they could get a good look. You heard a weird noise, so you opened your eyes. You saw Clay with his phone, taking a picture of your pussy filled with their cum. You didn't mind; you knew they wouldn't use it against you. ,,You did so good," George said as he stroked your lower leg. ,,Y'all can go; I'll take care of her.'' Sap said to his friends, and after some time they all left, leaving just the two of you together.
,,Lets get you clean up''
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lovetorn · 2 years
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weekend getaway [roommate!dream au]
Roommate!Dream x Reader
it's been a little bit over a year since i posted the first roommate!dream, and a few months since i posted the last one. so, in honour of the best series on my blog, i present to you, the last instalment of the roommate!dream universe.
w/c: 1.7k (i think)
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A weekend away was exactly what your friend groups were in desperate need of. It was spring break and instead of joining your peers on tropical islands and weekends down on the coast, you decided to embrace the icy chill that still lingered in the air and book an Airbnb in the forest a few hours away from campus. Some were displeased with the mention of a jacket instead of a swimsuit but agreed to go nonetheless. The car ride up went smoothly and soon, you, Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were pulling up to a two-storey cabin. 
“A cabin in the woods, ooooo~,” Quackity had joked when Dream parked the van you had hired for this trip specifically. The sun above was doing nothing to warm you, and the chilly breeze caused you to pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. The group was eager to get inside and soon piled in with suitcases and shopping bags full of food. 
Dream took your bag, along with his, upstairs to snag the room he thought was best. The other boys argued with Dream as he did so, but were soon rendered speechless when he mentioned something about ‘the most sturdy bed’. You weren’t listening. 
After settling in, Sapnap brought up the idea of a campfire as the sun started setting. And after a long day of roadtripping, everyone agreed. 
The warmth from the fire was nowhere near as hot as Dream’s hand that rested on your thigh. He was laughing along with Sapnap about some snide comment George had made with a near-empty beer bottle in his other hand. You were occupied with your second can of some alcohol that Karl had pulled from his cooler and was already feeling the buzz in your stomach. Being the first night of a college getaway, it was a piss-up, and you felt like the only one who was being responsible with your alcohol consumption. 
Before you got up to go charge your phone, you felt Dream nudge your side, his eyes wide with evident intoxication and an adorable grin on his cheeks. You tilted your head and went to answer him before you felt Dream slip his beanie onto your head.
“Can’t have you getting cold,” He mumbled. Your cheeks warmed when you felt Dream’s hand on your wrist as he moved it into his wavy locks. You giggled, watching as he sunk his head into your lap, his eyes closed in contentment while holding his bottle high above his body to avoid spilling it over you. You admired how child-like he looked; so innocent and naive—a complete contrast to his everyday exterior. His eyes fluttered slightly as he sighed, snuggling his head further into your lap before your moment was rudely interrupted. 
“Dream,” Sapnap called from the opposite side of the fire pit. Dream lifted his head quickly, your hand falling out of his hair in the process. “Want to play some football?” He asked and Dream’s eyes lit up, looking towards you for some unspoken approval. 
Considering his drunken state, as well as yours, the idea of your boyfriend playing football was the greatest idea of the night. You nodded, a cheeky grin playing on your lips as he shot up from your lap, stumbling slightly when he was on his feet. You only laughed as you fixed the beanie on your head and followed the boys to the open area behind the fire pit. The floodlights from the roof of the cabin lit up the grassy patch and you found a spot on the ground. 
Chatter suddenly filled the air as Karl, Quackity and Wilbur stepped out of the sliding door, their concoctions of what you guessed were rum and coke sloshing out of their glasses. You turned around to wave at them. 
“Y/n!” Karl screamed as he and Wilbur sat themselves down next to you, Quackity jogging out onto the grass to join in on the game. You turned your attention towards your boyfriend whose laughter could be heard for miles as he stumbled around the oval, his friends following suit as they clumsily threw the football around. 
Said ball came barrelling at Dream, and without a second thought, he caught it and drop-kicked it. Dream over-dramatically shielded his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see where the ball had gotten to. 
“Well boys, s’gone,” He laughed, his words slurring together slightly. 
The boys groaned collectively. “Dream! What the fuck,” Quackity yelled throwing his hands up. Dream only giggled and took a swig of his beer, clearly unbothered by the disappearance of the ball. The boys shook their heads, taking their beer bottles with them as they went towards the trees to find the ball.   
“Baby! Come here, I wanna show you something,” Dream yelled to you, his words slightly slurred and his cheeks blushed. The use of the pet name made your stomach flip. It had only been a few months since you went from roommates to more, and the thought of having Dream as your boyfriend was otherworldly after pining for a year. 
Your warm drink sloshed out of the can as you stood before you placed it in the grass carefully, making sure it didn’t tip over in the process. Dream grinned as you made your way towards him, copying your actions by placing his drink in the grass behind him. 
“What’s up, gorgeous?” You asked as you stood in front of him. Dream gave you a boyish laugh and pointed at the tree behind him. 
“The ball’s in there—they’re gonna be looking for a long time,” Your jaw dropped in fake shock as you grabbed his hands and swung them around. “I think I’ll leave them searching for a little longer on their own.” Dream’s eyes swam with mischief and moved his hands to your hips. 
“Get a room!” George yelled from the trees when Dream leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, the two of you ignoring his comment.
“Babe,” You said, pulling away from his grip. Dream looked close to devastated as you stood in front of him and you giggled harder at his expression. 
Dream slapped his hand over his mouth as he struggled to keep his laughter in. “You’re wasted.” 
“No, I’m fine! Look, I can walk in a straight line,” Your clear thoughts were slightly fuzzy, but you shook your head and held your finger up. You placed your left foot in front of your right one, and so on, successfully completing your word. Even in his dazed state, your boyfriend was surprised, his eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly. 
“Wow! You did so well,” He rushed towards you to throw his arms around your head. Dream was sweaty but neither of you cared, finding the moment intoxicatingly sweet instead. You both giggled together, your arms around his torso and head against his hard chest. 
“I can do it too,” Dream whispered in your ear, his lips causing shivers down your spine as they brushed against you. He pulled away abruptly, moving to show you he could, in fact, also walk in a straight line. You stood laughing at him as he stumbled around failing miserably, his hair falling in his eyes. 
“I’m so bad!” Dream’s chuckle turned to a wheeze as he hunched over, hands on his knees. You nodded in agreement. 
Unknown to the two of you, the rest of your friend group stared at two of you in drunken disbelief, clearly entertained by the two of you. 
Sapnap had turned to Quackity, “I want what they’re having,” who nodded in response. The two, along with George, stood in the middle of the oval as they observed the random interaction between their friends.
“Oi! Stop that you two,” George yelled as your mouth met Dream’s in a rushed kiss. Wilbur and Karl gagged from their spots on the grass as they finally finished off their drinks, alcohol dripping from their chins. Dream threw his middle finger up as you pulled away. Your foreheads were sticky against one another, but you wouldn't've had it any other way. 
Who would’ve thought that two roommates could have turned a college apartment from something so trivial to something domestic and monumental? 
“I’m so glad I picked your name off the list and not George’s,” Dream confessed, covering his mouth afterwards like a child who told you something they weren’t supposed to. “He bribed me to, but I wanted you.” 
“You didn’t even know who I was when you picked my name,” You peered over his shoulder at the boys who were sprinting towards you with the ball, cheering and yelling at Dream to join them again. 
“I know, but I knew there was something about you, and I had to know who you were.” 
“That’s a lot of ‘know’s’.” 
“I know,” He laughs. 
“Okay, that’s enough, you two! Dream get back to your game and stop stealing Y/n off us!” Wilbur yelled. 
Dream sighed dramatically and let your hands go. “Go! Others demand your presence, your highness.” 
You rolled your eyes before you leaned up to press a smooch to his cheek. “I love you.” 
Dream’s eyes widened and his face dropped. You feared you had overstepped, already conjuring up an excuse about how drunk you were when Dream rushed forwards. 
He scooped you up in his arms, his lips next to your ear. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time.” 
You giggle in relief and pull your head backwards so you were nose to nose with him.
“I love you, too, okay? And I will spend the rest of my life telling you,” His words strung together and you struggled to decipher them, but you caught every word and hung onto them. Your chest ached with love and devotion and Dream’s hands on your hips were firm. Your skin was on fire and your eyes welled up with tears at the sheer joy you felt when you looked at him.
Tears rolled down Dream's cheeks idly, and you wiped them away softly, lips upturned in a grin as he laughed softly in disbelief.
"You're a dream," He whispered, smirking at the use of his own name.
“You’re a dream, sweet boy,” You giggle at your own joke.
You were so wrapped up in your little world with Dream that you barely missed Quackity’s exaggerated groan. “Hurry the fuck up, man!” 
You giggled and kissed him on the mouth, drunk on something much stronger than alcohol. Something that you wished to be drunk on for the rest of your life, especially with the man in front of you.
as i close this chapter of my blog, i want to say thank you for all the love and every reblog, like, comment, and ask about roommate!dream. it has been a journey, but it's been my favourite one. feedback on this one-shot is appreciated, but don't feel obligated to do so.
i love you guys so so much, and i'm going to miss r!dream and his stupid face as much as you (maybe even a little more). he has a special place in my heart and who knows, maybe i will pick this universe up again, but until then, goodbye my sweet boy <3
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hatchetislostpog · 5 months
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c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.
Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?
c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing
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lilywastaken · 1 year
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First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3
⇝ARTIC COLD.
CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.
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SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.
WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!
A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! &lt;33
WORD COUNT: 5.8K
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You were used to travelling at this point.
Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.
And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.
After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.
Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.
It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.
But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.
"You look like a penguin."
George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.
"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."
"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.
"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.
"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.
"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.
Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.
He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.
It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.
It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.
And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.
"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"
"Wait, that's possible!?"
Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.
"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.
"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.
"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.
"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.
"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.
But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.
The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.
Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.
Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.
After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.
But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.
"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."
You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.
"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.
"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"
"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."
You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.
You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.
"Wh-"
"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."
You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.
"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.
"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.
"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."
"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.
"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.
"Truce?"
The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.
Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.
"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."
"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.
"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.
"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.
"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.
"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.
His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.
"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.
Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.
His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.
And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?
Maybe he was deluded.
That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-
What?
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.
Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.
And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.
He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.
"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.
His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.
"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.
"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.
He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.
Fuck.
You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.
You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.
But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.
Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.
"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."
"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"
The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.
"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"
Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.
"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."
"Great! Here, let me hel-"
"You can just share with me."
Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.
"That's fine, right?"
"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.
"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.
"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."
Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.
After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.
"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.
"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.
A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.
"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.
"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.
You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.
"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.
"You got it?"
"Yep."
Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.
"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.
That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!
"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"
"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.
"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."
"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"
"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.
You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.
But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.
Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.
"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.
"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.
"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.
After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.
You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.
"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.
"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.
You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.
You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.
You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.
"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.
"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."
He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.
"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."
"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."
It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.
Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.
"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"
You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.
"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."
Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.
"In a non-platonic way."
"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.
"Please say somet-"
"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.
"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."
"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."
You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."
He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.
"Holy shit."
And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.
"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.
"Yes. Yes please."
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st4rryfics · 10 months
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first date hc’s
cc!dteam x gn!reader (separate) | cc!jschlatt x gn!reader
dream
would take you somewhere fun like an amusement park or aquarium 🎠
picks you up from your place and opens every door for you (including his car door)
won’t let you pay for ANYTHING
would win/buy you a stuffed animal on your date <3 im imagining a decently sized shark like the ones from ikea lol
takes pictures of you and your date together
i imagine him being p shy and nervous. i dont think he’d kiss you on the first date lol
would probably hold your hand and hug you before you leave though!
lots of sweet, gentle touches throughout
you kiss him on the cheek at the end of the date <3
george
takes you trampoline park!
gets dropped off by sapnap bc he can’t drive LOL
hugs you when he sees you
gets competitive in dodgeball
uncontrollable giggling 😭
you try to double bounce him
“Y/N STOP!!! STOPPP” i can *hear* him yelling stop like in streams 😭😭
calls you idiot but affectionately <3
i dont think he’d initiate the first kiss dnskd
sapnap
picks you up in the matte black tesla 😩🖤
arcade first date! 👾🕹️
also gets competitive
“loser has to give the winner a kiss”
yells when he loses
playful gloating/trash talk when he bests you
is really good at basketball and skeeball probably cheats on skeeball to be funny
spends his tickets on a prize for you
schlatt
picks you up and takes you axe throwing 🪓
tries to help you but teases you if you suck
lets you try his drink and teases you when you make a face
just a lot of teasing
is actually pretty good at it and its hot
cheers and hypes you up if you get a good throw in
takes pics of you and your axe in the wall
soft kiss when he drops you off at home <3
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belovedrm · 11 months
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sorry not sorry i just had to drop everything i was doing and make this
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luminiciant · 10 months
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can you draw dream and sapnap please
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hat swap
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livingproofoftbd · 4 months
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has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds
so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?
in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?
it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about
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luvvdwt · 2 years
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dream the typa guy to have you suck him off or sit on his dick while on call with someone and not give any fucks
he’d be talking to george about some shit and have you sitting on his cock, pushing down on your legs to keep you still as you squirm in anticipation
he’d talk as if nothing is happening between the two of you right now, groping you as he went on about whatever he was talking to george about
one quick thrust up into you and you gasped out loudly, causing george to question dream
“y/n, what was that?” dream taunts you
“are you okay?” george asks from the other end of the line
“yeah, y/n whats gotten into you?” GOD DREAM JUST GETS OFF ON THIS SHIT
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zeroistyping · 2 years
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my goddess. - dreamxd x fem!reader
word count: 1.9k words
cw: possessive!dreamxd, anal play, overall very rough, oral sex (receiving), somewhat praise? (xd calls you pet names), kinda dub-con at first but it somehow turns fully consensual, unprotected sex
masterlist :)
please give me feedback for this 🧎🏼‍♀️
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He felt powerful. Watching all the people from above, messing with reality and dimensions and people in general. But his eyes were only on you.
You, the girlfriend of the most feared and powerful individual Dream, the one he despises. He tried everything, looking like him, talking like him, laughing like him. But still, your eyes were on Dream only. It was almost as if you're obsessed with him.
XD wanted you to stop, to turn around and to look at him. He wants to see the same admiration in your eyes just for himself. The god was selfish, yes. But he had everything he wanted but you. He had riches, power, control and more. In any world he travels he could get anyone he wants. But he wants you.
And you don't want him.
Everything around you turned black, your body went numb and the last thing you could do was to gasp.
When you were able to open your eyes again, you could find yourself in a cloud, surrounded by other clouds in a white space somewhere. Around you was nothing but void. Were you dead?
"You're awake!", an excited voice almost yelled. It sounded far away but so close at the same time and it hurt your ears, the deep scratching coming from each corner of your surroundings was confusing and loud, causing you to place your hands above your ears while closing your eyes shut.
Suddenly, the voice went softer. "Sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to cause any harm.. are you feeling alright?"
The voice was familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it. It felt warm but cold at the same time.
XD decided it'd be best to impersonate Dream again, but not to an extent where you'd think it's actually him. So he used a bit of his voice, quite similar looks and changed your surroundings into your house. Still, if anyone would show up to your house they wouldn't see you there.
You decided to study the creature in front of you. Usually when people would talk about the god DreamXD, they'd describe him as at least 10 feet tall, with a light gray mast with an XD on. They'd say he wears a dark green cloak, covering his head almost entirely with golden highlights at the end. A chain with an emerald, shaped in XD around his neck and a powerful weapon of any kind in his hand. They'd explain that he'd have giant wings that he doesn't even have to use.
But the creature, no, the person in front of you looked different. He was tall, yes. You'd guess around 7 feet at least, towering over you, with a white cloak that covers just everything that needs to be covered. His tanned collarbone was on display, and his black fingernails nervously scratched it from time to time. No wings on his back, no mask covering his face but the chain was there, shining in a beautiful, bright green.
His eyes were almost normal, but not really. While one side has an X as its pupil, the other has a D.
"Why.. Why am I here..? Or why are you here..?" Your words came out like a whisper, too terrified to anger the literal god in front of you.
"Because you're my queen. My goddess."
Each word that came out of his mouth was like posing, it made you drown in the mattress you sat on. His words alone made you feel more powerful than you've ever felt before.
"Your goddess..?"
"Of course." XD answered without hesitation as he kneeled down in front of you. But even though he was on his knees, his face was at the same height as yours. "I've been watching you for quite some time now, you're the only one worth my time. I could watch you for decades and not get tired of it. But you waste all your time on that.. stupid Dream.. why would a goddess like you waste your time on a manipulative asshole like him.."
His eyes turned red the second he mentioned your boyfriend but you already forgot about him. The strong presence of the god made you forget everything.
"Wont waste my time on him anymore, I promise. Let me be your goddess.."
While XD called the human version of himself, Dream, a manipulative asshole, he was one himself. He used magic, dark magic, to make you feel aroused. To make you feel desperate to the point it's getting uncomfortable to not do anything sexual with him. Admittedly he did not use a spell on you to forget about your so-called lover, but it made him feel good that he had to do almost nothing to make you drench in your own wetness at the thought of him.
"Wanna be my goddess, yeah..? I can make you my goddess.."
He did not waste any time, whispering something underneath his breath to make both yours and his clothes disappear into nothing before gripping your thighs and pressing them apart. Before diving into your clenching wetness, he looked up to you. He waited until you nodded, giving him a signal of consent.
When you did, XD was devouring you. Eating you out like a starving man. His tongue was long, way longer than average. Instead of circling your sensitive clit with it, it was thrusting inside you as deep as it could, reaching all of the right spots and more. The god groaned as he tasted your juices, it was officially the best thing that ever came across his taste buds.
Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling it hard while moaning louder than ever before. White pleasure rushed through your veins and all you had in your mind were the letters X and D in the same cricked form his eyes were. If his tongue could do things like that to you, what could his dick do?
You didn't need to ask if you're allowed to cum, he made it clear that you should let it all out by the day he was slurping up everything you gave him. His claw-like fingernails cut deep in your thighs, drawing blood but both of you couldn't care less.
In that moment it was just the god and his goddess.
A high pitched moan left your lips as you came, hard. Juices squirting everywhere but especially right into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of you and you have an addictive taste and scent.
He was about to get you cleaned up, thinking you had enough for just the first night but he was proved wrong when you pulled him closer by his jaw, pressing your lips roughly against his while your other hand placed itself on his toned body.
"Need you so bad, XD.. my god.."
Who was he to deny such a generous offer?
His length was longer than average and quite big in girth. 11 inches were way too big for a human to take, especially with that little preparation. But you were willing to at least try. "Give me all you got, XD.. I can take it, I promise.. just need to feel all of you.. don't care if you hurt me.."
Your words came out in a mess, sweat formed on your forehead the second he just aligned himself with your entrance and your violently shaking thighs squeezed around his waist to pull him somewhat closer.
"say red if you want me to stop, my goddess. I will stop immediately.", he whispered into your ear before he gave you another kiss. The kiss was used to distract you from the immense pain shooting through your entire body the second he thrusted just a third of his length into you.
Tears swelled on the edge of your waterline but you were able to pull yourself together, to drunk on the pleasure you felt and the promise of pleasure you're about to feel when the god in front of you destroys you completely.
XD kissed your cheeks as he slowly inserted more and more of his length into you, trying his best not to hurt you. But something, some sick voice in his head, told him to wreck you for making him suffer for so long. For making him wait for you.
So he did that, the last third of his dick was thrusted into you quickly, not caring anymore. The scream escaping your throat was just a sign for him to make you shut up so he used his hand on your throat, choking you with just enough pressure to go silent.
His pace was quick, not giving you any time to adjust to the gods' length inside of you. The hand he didn't use found itself on your ass, lubricated with his spit.
When he destroys you, he thinks, he has to do it the right way.
Without a warning, his thumb circled your rim, making your eyes go wide open. Even though you had an amazing sex life with Dream, he never once dared to go as far as sticking something in your behind. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit excited.
Moans after moans left your lips, sounding like music to the gods ears. It motivated him. Something inside of him forced XD to go further, so he inserted his lengthy thumb into your bum, moving it just the tiniest bit all while the pace of his thrusts never faltered.
Your shaky legs felt numb, blood trickled down your thighs from before when he cut them open with his fingernails, mixing with your juices and the spit that dribbled down XD's mouth. He couldn't contain it, his mouth couldn't shut close.
"XD.. god.. please.." At this point you forgot what you were begging for.
XD felt himself getting close after fucking you for anhour. For him it was embarrassing. Each time he has intercourse with another individual it'd last for hours with no break but with you it was somehow different and he couldn't explain it himself. It felt right.
"Gonna cum inside, yeah? You'd like that?"
Instead of his just thumb, two fingers were now buried in your behind. You couldn't respond, too fucked out to form any comprehensive words or think of an respond so you just nodded. In that hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and it was tiring but satisfying at the same time. You couldn't get enough.
"Fuck..", he whispered before biting your neck, hard and shooting his seeds deep inside of your drenched cunt. A lost scream-like moan was heard from you before you drifted off, somewhere between sleep and unconscious. But it was alright with you.
The god stayed in that position for a while before slowly pulling himself out of you. He never wanted to forget the sight in front of him. The way your body shined in the light of the room, covered in sweat, blood and spit.
And on your neck, in the same position he just left one of the biggest marks in history, formed a small "XD" in black ink.
He officially claimed you as his goddess.
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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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a thing | simpbur, sapnap, others...
aight besties, this is definitely a bit darker/heavier, so please read all the warnings. I am in no way romanticizing kidnapping, sexual violence, and other stuff; this is just fiction after all.
summary: reader is kidnapped and kept as a pet/thing, while being used by others (Simpbur, Sapnap, Dream, whoever else you want), reader is also not the only one kept as a pet,
warnings: kidnapping, smut, punishment, spanking, objectifying, soft!doms, hard!doms, Stockholm syndrome, orgasm denial, reader being used, sexual violence,
A soft touch on your cheek woke you from your dreamless sleep. You opened your eyes wide in terror, but you quickly relaxed when you saw Wilbur in front of you. He was kneeling next to you, his hand on your cheek. ,,How are you, angel? Anything hurts?`` He asked you with a small smile. You tried to sit up, but the pain made you quickly lie down again. Eyes filling with tears. You knew your voice would betray you, so you only nodded to him. He licked his lips and then helped you on your feet, checking your body to find the part that was hurting. When he spun you around, he noticed the red markings on your upper thighs and ass. With a deep sigh, he led you out of what they called your room. It was a small, dark, and cold room with only a mattress in the middle.
Soon you arrived at the medical room, which was almost always occupied. This time, it was fully empty. Wilbur closed the door behind you and told you to lay on your stomach. The table was cold, and it smelled like alcohol. You hated this room because you were scared of needles and blood. Funny, really, because you end up here at least a few times a week. You weren't trying to misbehave, but they always found a reason to punish you. What was even worse was that they were obsessed with you. There were other girls that they could do all the stuff to, but they always picked you.
Wilbur started to clean the wounds from a leather belt, and you tried to stay as stiff as possible. You knew that Wilbur wouldn't punish you for it; he wasn't like the others, but maybe that was the reason why you always tried to be so good for him. Longing for a praise from him. His touch was delicate; he made sure to cause you as little pain as possible. While he was working, you thought about the time when you first arrived here.
You didn't have any family or friends, so you decided to travel. That's what you did for some time before you decided to stay in a small town for a while. You rented an apartment and worked in a bar. One night you were going home when you felt someone grab you and put a cloth on your face. That was the last thing you remembered from your old life. You woke up in a cold room with a concussion. That was when you saw the men for the first time. You were confused and scared. You were naked and chained up while they were looking at you. Dream explained what was happening to you. You were kidnapped and brought to their place. You found out that you weren't the only girl here. You never met any of them; it was prohibited, but sometimes you would hear them.
You fought them off for as long as you could. They started using you shortly after your head was okay, and you hated them for it. What you hated even more was that you started to enjoy being used by them. You got turned into a complete submission. You didn't like being chained up, hurt, or punished, but you knew they meant well with you. They loved you. That's what they were saying any time they used your body until your complete exhaustion.
,,Who did this to you, love?`` Wilbur said as he finished, and you pulled your oversized shirt down. You then slowly sat down, feeling like your flesh was on fire. Wilbur walked over to you and grabbed you by the chin. You tried to avoid eye contact for as long as possible. The last thing you wanted to do was to snitch on someone. ,,I asked you a question`` His tone changed slightly, with fear appearing deep inside you. You looked up at him and tilted your head.  ,,It doesn't matt-`` His long fingers wrapped around your throat like hungry snakes, cutting off your oxygen almost completely. Your right hand grabbed his wrist. He was quiet for some time. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were studying your face. He was clearly upset. ,,I'm disappointed in you; I thought you were better`` You whined because of his words. The crazy need to be good for him filled every inch of you. ,,I am good`` You whispered, but his hands squeezed your throat even more. You gasped for air but found none. ,,Who did this to you?`` He asked again and finally let go of you. You took a deep breath as your vision cleared.  ,,Dream`` You said quietly as you looked down at your bare feet. You knew Dream wasn't his real name. You didn't know anyone's real name. Wilbur took a deep breath as his hand ran through his hair.
Wilbur quickly walked you back to your room before literally storming to the main room. The main room was a place where only they could be. It was basically the only nicely furnished room. It felt like a nice, cozy living room. There was a huge TV, a small kitchen area, multiple couches, and much more. It was the place where they spent their free time.
When he finally arrived, he opened the massive door and then angrily closed it behind him. Almost everyone was there. His eyes landed on Clay, who was lying down on one of the couches, watching Sap play a video game on the TV. ,,Clay, how fucking hard is it, to bring her to the medical room and just clean her wounds?`` Everyone in the room looked at Wilbur. Clay chuckled and brought his attention back to the video game. ,,Don't you feel like you're going a little bit soft on her? She's just a thing, you know?`` Clay said, and Wilbur had to close his eyes in frustration.  ,,I obviously know that, but unless you want her to get inflected or worse, let her fall into complete submission, driving her crazy-`` ,,Okay Will, calm down. I get why you're angry, but Clay is right`` George said, which made Wilbur even more mad. ,,This isn't a 5-star hotel experience for them. There is no bond between us and them. Y/N was punished for something and was left alone in her room for a reason.`` George continued. Clay reached for a bottle of beer and offered it to Will, who took it. He knew all that. There were no feelings involved, and he knew your position. You were a thing to own, to use, not to love. But still, he cared for you.
,,Love, I can't keep covering up for yo-`` Wilbur said as he watched you eat a sandwich he made for you. Both of you were in a room that was used as an eating area. ,,I didn't ask for that`` You said after you swallowed your bite. He gave you a look, and you quickly started eating again. ,,J-Just be good, okay? Don't give them a reason to punish you`` He said and you nodded with a smile on your face. The door behind you opened, and someone walked in.  ,,There's my favorite girl`` Sap said as he stroked your back. You turned your head at him and gave him a big smile. You liked Sap. He was always nice to you, maybe a little rough during sex. He lowered his upper body and gave you a kiss on the lips. Wilbur tried his best not to feel jealous. ,,You're doing better?`` Sap asked as his hand caressed your hair.  ,,Yup, it doesn't even hurt anymore`` You said before you started to eat your sandwich again. Sap looked at Wilbur, who was now watching you again. ,,Imma take her for tonight`` Sap said, and Wilbur quickly looked at him. ,,No`` Wilbur said simply. ,,What do you mean no? Wilbur you heard what Dream said`` Sapnap said angrily, and you tried to lower yourself as much as possible, trying to be invisible. ,,I know, but I already have plans with her`` Wilbur said. ,,Maybe Sap could join?`` You had no clue what plans Wilbur meant, but you just wanted them to stop fighting. They shared you before, and you liked it. They both looked at each other, and Wilbur agreed.
You were lying down on a bed, your hands tied up above your head. A vibrator was pressed on your clit, drawing out loud moans from you. Wilbur was the one holding it, while Sap was sitting at the end of the bed, watching you squirm around while his left hand was holding your thigh so you couldn't close your legs. You lost track of time a long time ago. All you knew was that you almost came three times. Every time you felt like you'd cum any second, Wilbur would remove the vibrator. You begged as tears ran down your cheeks. ,,Please please please`` You mumbled as you felt another orgasm coming. Wilbur drew small circles with the vibrator, but as soon as your back arched, he removed it. You tugged with your arms and cried out. You felt Sap move. His other hand grabbed your left thigh, and soon you felt a cold air on your pussy. He blew on your abused clit again before his lips sucked on it. You arched your back and whined when you felt his mouth shift. Then you felt his tongue inside of you. Wilbur placed the vibrator on your nipple, which filled your body with another wave of pleasure. It all felt so good, you almost forgot it was actually a punishment for earlier, when you didn't answer Wilbur's question in the medical room. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, and your muscles flexed, making both of the men stop. You tried to rock your hips to get off of something, but it was useless. Saps hand left your thigh and his fingers slid into your folds. You moved just enough so his fingers found your hole. Three of his fingers were now deep inside you, stretching you out so nicely.  ,,Fuck yourself on my fingers`` He laughed at how desperate you were. You were so embarrassed but also so needy. Your hips started to move in an awkward way. It wasn't nearly as good as when he actually fingered you, but you knew if you tried hard enough you'd be able to cum. As he said, you rocked your hips on his fingers and soon started to feel the pleasure. When a moan escaped your lips, he removed his fingers from you. You wanted to scream. Wilbur's hands untied you, and Sap helped your tired body stand up.
,,You're really not going to let her cum?`` Sap asked as all three of you walked to your room. ,,No`` Wilbur said as he opened the door for you. They watched as you entered the room.  ,,You know she can do it herself, right?`` Sap said with a mocking voice.  ,,You're not allowed to touch yourself, do you understand? Wilbur said.
,,Yes sir`` You said after you got onto your mattress.
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ador3him · 1 year
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dream x reader that flinches a lot
live laugh love your writing btw
pairing: dream x gn streamer!reader
warnings: flinching
requested? yes by anon!
word count: unknown
a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVERRRR, also ur so sweet :))))
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At first, he probably didn't notice.
You weren't put in the position where you had to flinch.
But when he found out he would be so careful around you.
The way he found out you flinched a lot was probably you played FNAF or another horror game after his face reveal on stream.
You flinched basically at every little thing, a small noise in the game, bonnie being at the end of the hall not even close to you, foxy running down the hall. Everything.
Dream didn't notice that you were over flinching until after.
He was too scared himself to notice
There were compilations on YouTube of the stream, and he then realize how much you were flinching.
He would NEVER play another horror game with you now.
Even if you wanted to. It was a no.
You would barely watch horror movies.
and if horror was your favourite genre, you would force him to protect you.
Once he went to grab something behind you and you actually almost screamed.
HE FELT SO BAD.
He probably bought you a bouquet of flowers and chocolates (or your favourite lollies)
Whenever he goes to grab something near you now he will always announce it.
"Excuse me, sweetie," or "Darling I just need to get passed you,"
"Dream I am not even in your way, you can reach behind me,"
"NO YOU WILL FLINCH AND I WILL FEEL BAD,"
then he just picks you up to move you.
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justanormalfangirlx2 · 10 months
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Daddy Dream HC
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author notes: thanks for @manyafandom-fangirl for coming up with a few of these ideas as well! love ya! <3
Daddy Dream HC:
would do photoshoots with patches most def
post tons of pictures on twitter showing off his family 🥺
‘my babes are hotter than yours 😩’ tweet
DREAM AND GEORGE BABY CONFIRMED?!?!?
would announce the pregnancy by having baby merch
as your little one grows up he’d start selling toddler merch
would make a separate account for his child
sings to them like wilbur
will constantly talk about them nonstop
doesnt push pronouns on them either
jokingly mentions they want to name a son george
probably showed up to your labor/adoption ceremony wearing a silly dad shirt
“is our child trending on twitter again, clay?”
he’d look at you innocently and laugh. “whaaattttt. pfft, no!”
youd show him the tweet and glare. “sureeee.”
would teach his kids to do the famous tea kettle laugh
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floridanotfound · 1 year
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ficsbypeaches · 2 years
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↠ kiss it better (dream) ▪︎ one-shot
[summary]      ↳ a forest guardian (you) meets someone who's never shown his face before (dream)
[character/s] ↳ dream, y/n, punz (mentioned)
[words & genre] ↳ 4058 words. fluff, slight angst
[notes & warnings]      ↳ wow that's a crappy summary. anyways! i enjoyed writing this one :)) maybe a lot?? idk tho. enjoy reading! love u guys so much <33 curses lol. not accurate to the canom dsmp lore
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ask me anything! || master list
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Dream is naturally mysterious, taking care to mask his true intentions and hide behind his composed persona in order to maintain a level of respect and fear.
That was what you heard.
You met him one day while wandering through the forest and came across him sitting on a riverbank surrounded by flowers. His smiling mask had piqued your interest that day.
"Who's there?"
You took a brief pause. How did he find out you were there?
He spoke again, as if he could read your thoughts. "I know you're there; just come out, or I'll slit your throat." It happened before you could blink. He took a step forward and unsheathed his enchanted netherite sword, pointing to your neck. You swallowed but made no movement. You weren't scared of dying.
"Who are you?" he inquired once more. As he spoke, you could see his mask slowly rise and fall. Wisps of blonde hair poked out from under his hood, and his fingerless gloves revealed his fair skin, implying he was human.
"I might tell you if you put your weapon down first," you said, looking down at the glowing purple blade before looking up at the two dots on his mask.
Dream trembled a little when he saw your face looking up at him with such interest, but he remained firm because this is a stranger. He's never seen anyone like you before. Everyone in the SMP was welcomed by him or his friends, but you were unique. Completely different.
It was just complete silence between the two of you as you remained speechless. The birds were still chirping and the water was still flowing down the river as Dream relaxed a little and lowered his sword. His guard was still up, but with his God complex, he knows he can easily beat you if you pull anything.
"Thank you," you breathed out. "My name is Y/n, and I'm... a forest guardian," Dream's head tilted in confusion. You had no idea what the gesture meant. "Why are you doing that-"
"How come I haven't seen you before? I..." he paused, shaking his head slightly. "I'm not sure if you'll believe me, but I own this world. I own this server."
"Sure, you can claim ownership of the server, but we were here long before humans or any other creature. Someone created this world; every biome, every creature; I just help protect it."
You decided to distract Dream after he had spent minutes overthinking that sudden information. "What about you? What's your name?"
With those dead dotted eyes, he looked up at you. He was still aware of his surroundings, and he was skeptical of you being an actual forest guardian, but seeing as you weren't planning on harming or exploiting him, he decided to let himself go, just this once.
After all, this was the only place he could find solitude, his secret safe haven. He feels at ease here.
He must not allow this spot to be tainted by this particular memory. He plucks a random flower from the ground. The flower was a cornflower. "Dream is what my friends call me," he explained.
Dream... you mentally repeated "That's... a pretty dreamy name, if you ask me."
You didn't see him react; he didn't move, he didn't laugh, he didn't say anything for a split second. Dream, however, was smiling beneath the material. He smiled, albeit briefly. "I had no idea the magical forest guardian had a sense of humor."
You let out a chuckle. "I'm not that hilarious, am I?"
"It was such a genius pun. Never heard of it before, surely."
Your smile was contagious, and Dream was thankful for the mask he wears every day so you couldn't see him smiling at you as well. Dream was also grateful for deciding to come here in this specific location at this specific time and day, because he would not have met you otherwise.
***
"Mmm, what's your favorite flower?"
Dream stares off into the distance, fidgeting with his nails. "It changes almost weekly, but I'm really into red poppies right now." He turns to you. "And yours?"
"Is 'everything' an acceptable answer? Because all flowers are pretty."
You're pretty.
He didn't move, and you couldn't tell if he was staring at you or deep in thought. His face was hidden beneath the mask. You guessed he didn't like the ambiguous response, so you replied specifically, "I love dandelions the most."
That caused him to turn away. You and Dream sat in the same spot a week ago when you first met. You had no idea how you hadn't found him yet after he'd been coming here for two weeks. He stated that he comes here to clear his mind. He also didn't seem to mind if you went to join him.
"Your turn," you said after a moment.
"What's your favorite color?"
"That's... hm," you said, shrugging. "I like pink, blue, green, yellow.... it changes! How about you?"
"I like green."
The first set of questions were fairly straightforward, asking about your favorite things and interests. The questions gradually became more amusing, such as how old you are and the embarrassing ones, before returning to the deep ones.
You wondered aloud about his friends in the SMP he claims to own. He told you about the wars, their friendship, his house... until it ended on an enigmatic note "I'm not sure what happens next."
Dream shifted his gaze to you. "Am I the first human you've met?"
You paused for a moment to reflect. "You're not the first person I've seen. Humans come and go in this forest. We see them but they don't see us," you said, smiling slightly. "You called me out while I was hiding, which surprised me."
"Well, I've gotten used to always having to look behind my back."
You didn't have to clarify as to what Dream meant. You knew what he meant; he let his guard down once and was hurt.
"Well, dream," you reassured, "you don't have to worry so much here." "I can detect danger once it enters the forest I'm guarding; I guess we all have that sensor."
"That's cool," Dream said, smiling forward. When he wandered to this forest to clear his mind, he felt his heart warm at the thought of you not sensing him as a threat. "Very cool."
"Check this out," you said to him before bending down to inspect a random flower bed in front of you. You picked an allium flower before kissing the grass, and it sprouted more flowers, glowing a bright pink. Dream sat beside you, staring in awe.
"Woah..." muttered Dream, and you frowned slightly. Because of his stupid mask, you couldn't tell what reaction he was having.
"Why do you wear a mask?" you inquired abruptly. Dream instinctively gripped the side of his mask, taking care not to reveal himself.
"I've always worn a mask, and no one has ever seen my true face."
"Not even your friends?" Dream shook his head slightly. "Isn't it suffocating?"
It is.
You hummed. "Don't you want to take it off? Like, take a breather every once in a while?"
He smirked, "If this is how you want to see my face, you've got to try harder than that."
Is that a challenge? You smiled at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.
You stayed with Dream for the rest of the afternoon, and he didn't mind your company. You two had discussed almost everything by this point, and you had decided to trust each other from that point forward.
***
Dream's friends have always perceived him as a closed person, with a lot on his mind that he never seems to share. A million thoughts race through his mind, but he remains unreadable on the outside.
"Dream, you okay, dude?" Punz would ask every now and then when they ran into each other, to which the 'green man' would only nod and go his way.
He gets up, rearranges his inventory, feeds his horse, rides it, walks around to see the changes in his SMP, and goes to bed. Dream went through this every day.
However, he now has something new to look forward to every day. Seeing your face framed with flowers and smiling at him is the highlight of his day. Whether it's lying on the grass and counting the petals of a sunflower or you teaching him about the behavior of bugs, he'll cherish every moment with you.
You've gotten closer and closer over time. You've gradually gotten to know each other like the backs of your hands. He's gradually falling in love with you. You're gradually falling in love with him.
Despite hanging out for a few months, you have yet to see his face.
"You look pretty nice today," Dream commented after spotting you in the same river. He made a point of complimenting you every time you saw each other. He adores the flush that appears on your cheeks. The sight is more beautiful than any flowers here.
You smiled up at him, the same smile he loves so much. "I'm sure you're pretty nice, too. Can I see it?"
Dream laughed, and your chest swelled with pride. You made him laugh. "You're so funny, Y/n," he said, sitting down with you. You pouted a bit, and Dream immediately noticed. "What's wrong?"
You weren't forcing him, but it's a shame you never get to see his smile when you tell him a joke or a pun. You never get to see his stunned expression when you show him something cool or a trick you taught your pet fox.
You respect his decisions and will wait for him until he is ready, as much as you want to see his face. You made sure Dream knew that.
"Nothing," you said, a smile replacing your frown. "Look, I learned something new!" You opened your palm and Dream examined it more closely. When you wiggled your fingers, a thundercloud appeared, producing lightning and making small thunder noises. The singular cloud circled your hand until you closed it, at which point it dissipated.
"That was awesome!" Dream exclaimed, raising his shoulders. "How did you find out?"
"Well, I saw my friends doing it, and I just read some books, taught myself overnight... ta-da..." you opened your palm again, and it eventually transformed into a tornado. You were proudly watching it until Dream interrupted it by slapping your hand with his, the tornado dissipating as if it were smoke.
"Hey!" you exclaimed, lightheartedly glaring at him.
You wanted to show more storms, but Dream was annoying and slapped it away again. You laugh this time, but Dream laughs even harder. "Stop it, Dream!"
"I'm not doing- wheeze- anything!" Dream clutched his stomach from laughing so hard.
"You're being infuriating," you told him, but you weren't angry. The threatening smile on your lips says otherwise.
You opened your palm again, but Dream had already launched an attack, this time intertwining his hands with yours and refusing to let go. "Dream!"
"Don't do it! No more storms. Not cool anymore."
You tried to pry your hand free, but he had a firm grip on it. An idea formed in your head, conjuring a storm in your opposite hand but Dream was one step ahead of you once more, reaching out to grab your other hand.
"Oh, come on," you groaned playfully.
Silence falls between the two of you, and you begin to sweat. You two were simply sitting there holding hands. Dream had already loosened his tight grip on you but you weren't pulling away. Your hands were still touching.
Like the mischievous person you are, you tried the storm trick again, the cloud appearing inexplicably. You couldn't tell what Dream was thinking as he looked down slightly at your hand. However, you let out a small gasp as he slowly clasped his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.
When your hands remained clasped, there was a peaceful silence. A smile slowly spread across your face, but Dream's emotionless mask stared back.
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You were reading Dream one of his favorite books. He sat on your lap, his mask still on, but the hood of his jacket was down, exposing his dirty blond hair. It had grown long enough to reach his shoulders, and every now and then he would let you braid it in the same style as your hair, and you would take the advantage to add his favorite flowers in his hair.
Dream's eyes were closed, but you couldn't tell. He was breathing peacefully, and you would pause in the middle of your reading to wonder if he had fallen asleep, but then he would reach out and massage your wrist to silently tell you that he was still awake, and you would resume reading.
You leaned against a large tree while Dream fidgeted with the flower he had just plucked. He pushes his finger towards you without saying anything, signaling the routine you'd always do. You rolled your eyes and kissed his finger, and Dream transports it to the location where he plucks the flower, the grass glowing pink as it heals itself.
You blushed slightly as a result of your recent gesture. "Or maybe, you can simply stop picking out flowers."
"But I like flowers," Dream whined. There was no denying that he had a flush on his cheeks, but you wouldn't guess that.
He could still feel the tingles in his finger from where you kissed him. It sent his entire body into a frenzy, and he couldn't control himself.
It had become more awkward and intimate at the same time over the last few weeks. Personal space appears to have vanished, with cuddling and kissing fingers becoming the new norm.
Dream had admitted to himself that he had feelings for you.
You should have figured it out by now based on how close he was to you and how loud his heartbeat was, but you were preoccupied with your own feelings for this particular boy.
He easily drew you in. He was a fascinating individual.
You had no idea where the two of you stood. You had feelings for each other but never seemed to admit it, despite the fact that the two of you did things that close 'friends' would not do: cuddle on a bed of flowers, kiss fingers to heal crushed flowers, stare at one another for hours.
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Dream had informed you yesterday morning of the conflict between two SMP factions. There appears to be a disagreement that cannot be resolved through simple conversation, and as the server's administrator and the most powerful, he must prepare to intervene between the two parties.
"Be safe," you don't have a clue what happens outside your forest so you don't fully comprehend the gravity of the situation. Dream was sharpening his netherite sword and repairing his armor. "I hope everything works out."
Dream sighed as he became slightly agitated. "Well, if you run into those obstinate little-" he sighed. "They would do anything to win, even if it meant killing other people."
That sent shivers up your spine. Even if they commit such heinous crimes, no one deserves to die. But you didn't go any further because this wasn't your problem to begin with. You chose to remain silent and simply be there for Dream.
It was the day of their apparent war, and you had no idea how things were progressing. You silently ask the Gods above to protect Dream. You realized that this fight might injure him or even kill him. His words from yesterday haunted you: "They would do anything to win, even if it meant killing other people." There is always the possibility that something will go wrong.
You were wandering around the forest, looking for other animals in need of healing when you realized your abilities had evolved from healing only plants to now healing mammals and other animals.
After tending to a scratched deer, you found yourself in the clearing where you and Dream often hang out, and your thoughts returned to him. You sat down and leaned back against your favorite tree, which was generous in providing cool shade beneath the hot sun. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, soaking in the tranquillity of nature.
When the silence was broken by a sudden rustle in the bushes, you were startled. You examined it with interest. Without the presence of light, the clearing where you and Dream hang out on occasion was surrounded by clumps of trees that were difficult to see.
You sat up on your knees in alert when you saw a silhouette of a figure limping towards you. They didn't say anything, only sighing out groans and low moans.
"Dream?"
He finally entered the clearing, and the light shone on him. You were taken aback by the state of his clothes, which were tattered and slightly torn. His mask had been brutally scratched, and the painted smile was fading. His hood was off, revealing his unkempt blond hair. He was stuttering his steps and covering the side of his torso.
"Dream!" you exclaimed, standing up to meet him halfway, and that's when his knees buckled, causing him to lean towards you. You drew him to the tree and sat him against it. He inhaled deeply but remained silent. "Are you okay?" you ask, immediately wanting to hit yourself in the head. Of course he isn't fine! He's covered in blood and bruises!
"Fine, I just-" he tried to sit up properly but quickly regretted it. "Fuck," he gasped. He jerked his head back to the tree's trunk. You moved in closer, attempting to calm him down.
"Dream, don't move," you gulped, unsure where to begin. You looked down at his green hoodie, which was ripped and scratched. You sighed in relief when he let you pull his hand away.
You weren't bothered by the deep gash because you were used to seeing them, but there was still a pang in your heart whenever you saw someone get hurt. And seeing Dream, all hurt, in front of you just sent you to a panic. "Don't worry. I'm- I'm used to it." He took bread from his inventory and ate it, immediately feeling better, but healing will take a long time. "My bandages were back home, but uh-" his blush was hidden beneath the mask. "Instead, I wanted to come here."
You turned away from him, your gaze fixed on the bloodstained clothing. You did everything you could to help heal him, knowing that your healing abilities had improved. However, Dream is making it difficult to concentrate. He was just so distracting.
Dream looked at you, intrigued by your silence. "I'm fine; you don't have to worry-"
"Shut up."
He jumped a little when you snapped. When you realized what you had done, you immediately blushed. "I'm sorry! You're just- ugh. I'm trying to heal you, but you're... irritating."
"I'm sorry," Dream began, but he heard what you said. "Wait, you can now heal more than just plants?"
"Yeah," you admitted sheepishly. "I've done it to rabbits and small birds before, but never to a human."
Dream scooted closer, grabbing your hand near his. You took a look at him. "Hey, I'm your first human test. You've got this."
You still stared at him, indifference in your features. Those dead eyes from your mask don't really inspire me, Dream.
Sadness had seeped into your features and you didn't realize you were frowning. Your gaze alternated between his mask's eyes. Before Dream could say anything, you grabbed his hand, kissed his fingertips, and guided it to his wound above his waist.
The specific wound had glowed a light colored glow, similar to how plants get healed when kissed. The blood was cleaned up as if nothing had happened, but his hoodie remained ripped.
Dream was amazed as he watched his skin basically sew itself together. He looked back at you in awe, but he was back to his sagging shoulders when you didn't seem to share his enthusiasm for something groundbreaking. "Y/n? What's wrong? You healed me! It's something you should be proud of!"
You laughed halfheartedly. "How I wish I could see you smile, Dream," you finally admitted aloud.
"What do you mean?"
"I never get to see the way your lips turn into a smile or laugh, or even when you frown when you disapprove of me; the stupid mask always gets in the way. Sometimes I just want to... I just want to..."
There was silence. You were about to pick a strand of grass from the ground when Dream leaned close to your ear. "Take it off?" he asked softly.
You shifted your gaze to him, speechless. Dream delicately reached for your hand, gently lifting up to his ear. You swallowed nervously, but as soon as you touched his mask, the nerves faded.
Dream was not easily scared, so why is he shaking at your fingertips inching around the strap? You reached behind him, feeling through his hair for the strap. You were so close to him, incredibly close. When he notices your eyes staring directly through him, he breaks his resolve.
You came to a halt for a moment, and your eyes morphed into a question, as if you were asking him for permission. Are you sure?
Dream gulped nervously for a moment before nodding subtly.He wanted to hold onto somehing, anything. He grabbed your arms with a huge exhale, but he wasn't pulling you back, he just held you.
"Dream?"
He swallowed quickly in anticipation. "Yes?"
"I love you."
His sparkling, olive green eyes were the first thing you noticed as you yanked off the mask. It greeted you with such interest that you wished you could swim on it. As blood rushed to his skull after hearing your confession, his cheeks were painted with this soft rosy color. Your attention was drawn to the freckles on his face. His brow furrowed in concern. He was watching your reaction, but you weren't saying anything.
Dream suddenly shied away as he remembered the scars on his face, but there was no hint of disgust in your eyes. As your hands gently swept across his features, it was more of an admiration. Dream had never felt more loved than when you cradled his face in your delicate hands.
He leaned in closer, wanting your touch more than ever, and you gladly obliged, massaging the sides of his face, his crooked nose, and the base of his hair. He closed his eyes unconsciously, his lips erupting into a small smile. And you nearly cried at this priceless moment. The first time you saw him smile.
Dream opened his eyes again, his emerald eyes staring at you. He looked at you with interest, watching your reaction. You confessed your feelings for him. Do you still love him after seeing his face?
"Can I kiss you?"
He was sure that his sight got unfocused after that inquiry. You... want to kiss him? He blinked back to reality to see you gazing at his lips. The two of you were so close as Dream gulped nervously.
"Yes," he heard himself say.
You couldn't contain the small smile on your face. You felt yourself inching closer, pulling him towards you. Dream couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
"Dream," you murmured as your lips brushed against each other. He finally jumped the gun and pressed his lips on yours. It was pure, innocent, and delectable.
A smile appears in the both of you and you leaned forward, loving the sensation. Dream could feel his stomach flipping as tingles soared through his nerves.
He lifted a hand and combed through your hair as your feather touches tickled the back of his neck. The whole clearing was quiet, as it was just the two of you, basking in each other's kisses.
Dream had to draw away since he was out of breath. His hands remained on the side of your head, and you proceeded to touch his cheeks, nose, and lips with your thumbs. Your little laughs turned into a chuckle, which erupted into full-fledged joyful laughing.
"Yeah, I think I'm healed now," Dream remarked after a moment. "You kissed it better."
"I think I feel better now, too," you told him and it was true. Although you weren't physically injured, seeing Dream's face smiling at you, looking back at you with his wondrous eyes made you feel a hundred times better. It's already the highlight of your life.
"Y/n?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too."
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Working Hard - DWT
Prompt: "you smell nice"
Category: SFW
Pairing: dwt x gn!reader
Warnings: Nothing major, maybe slight hints of relationship angst, mostly fluff, use of Dream's real name
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You'd been working on this same essay for hours now, hunched over your keyboard, trying to get the words out in a way that would make sense. College was hard, no matter how much work you put into it, the mountain of work seemed never-ending. When one essay was done, another took its place seemingly immediately.
You glanced out the window, the sky was painted in pinks, blues and purples as the sun set. Your stomach grumbled. You knew you had to finish this, but all you wanted to do was curl up in bed with your boyfriend.
He was just as hard at work as you, spending hours in meetings and recordings. It had definitely taken a toll on your relationship as of recently. Nothing was inherently wrong, but the amount of time you had to spend with each other was gradually decreasing as your work loads increased.
Eventually, the sun set, and the only light in your office was that of your pc. Behind you, a knock on the door was heard.
"Come in." You called, furiously typing the last paragraph. The door opened, a sliver of light splitting through the room from the hallway.
"How are you doing, love?" Clay called from the doorway. You slumped in your chair.
"I'm nearly done." You murmured, exhaustion flooding your voice. You couldn't stop the tears flooding your eyes as you stared at the screen, whether they were from exhaustion or hopelessness you weren't sure.
Clay seemed to notice the change in your posture, and moved closer to you, sinking next to your chair. He took your face in his hands, pulling it to look at him as he searched your face.
"You need to rest." He said finally.
You sniffed and looked away. "I need to finish this first."
"You're burning yourself out, sweetheart. This isn't healthy."
"This is my last paragraph," You protested. "I'm almost finished."
He sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"Stand up." He said suddenly. You glanced away from the screen to look at him in confusion. He nodded at you.
Hesitantly, you did as he said, and he slipped into the chair behind you, pulling you down to his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into your shoulder.
"Last paragraph, then we have dinner and watch a movie, okay? I miss being with you."
Your heart melted. "We've both been busy, baby." You whispered quietly as you began to type once more.
He hummed. "That's no excuse, I think both of us need to take more breaks than we currently do. I miss being with you, doing this with you."
You smiled softly. "This will hopefully only take me ten minutes, then we can relax together."
He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"You smell nice." He murmured, pushing his face into your hair.
You giggled at the slightly ticklish sensation. "I love you."
You felt him smile against your skin. "I love you too."
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