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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.

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! <33

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Also on ao3!

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."

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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pray4saint · 9 months

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Hello! Currently thinking about dteam and chuckle sammich honeymoon hc's! Where you'd go, what you'd do, how was IT was mm

dteam & chuckle sammy on their honeymoons

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. omg bae, i've got you! also thoughts like these are gonna be rotting my brain for the next month / nsfw versions: dteam / chuckle sammy

dream

either hawaii or france.. idk what to tell you he's a cheeseball, sticks with the classics OR on the complete opposite, somewhere thailand (but for the sake of my sanity and writing ability we're going with kona, hawaii)

definitely picked a b&b over a hotel, he wanted the privacy for that first night as a wedded couple

leaving around 11am to go to beaches all day or go shopping

when you're out shopping, he always finds a way to not-so-subtly mention that you guys have just gotten married / he thinks he's subtle

standing in a pacsun, the cashier scanned the tags of the clothes you were buying, asking the usual customer service questions, ”how are y'all doing, did you find everything okay?” and you look up at your husband before nodding, but he still spoke up, ”doing good, we just got married, this is spouse, and yeah,” he turns to you, ”i think we found everything okay.” ”mhm.” you smile at his incessant need to announce that you're married.

tbh powerbottom!dream but in an absolutely sfw, fluffy way / how he looks at you with, essentially, heart eyes when he says something begging for your approval but also making it widely known that you're his and that you're married every chance he gets

dream most definitely has that 'nothing can bring me down' mentality while on your honeymoon

also in the evenings when the sun sets and you're sat next to him or on his lap, he thanks any and every higher power he's ever heard of that you came into his life because you're stunning and he loves you so much and can't imagine his life without you

doesn't even register if fans come up and ask for a picture until you point them out, he's just so invested in you

he also doesn't get on any of his social media except to post the occasional instagram story despite how much you told him it was fine and you didn't mind if he checked twitter or updated his snap story

”clay, aren't your fans gonna worry if you go MIA from twitter?” you set your notebook aside, turning to face him. ”no honey i'm gonna spend time with you, they can wait.” he smiles at you. ”yeah i know but-” ”no buts. they can wait.”

also he inevitably gets sick on the last day of your honeymoon, which is fine because you were getting tired of going out every day / you made him soup with the small amount of food you'd bought at the local costco and he finally took to twitter to tell them how wonderful you were being

sapnap

i think he's taking you on 2 honeymoons, the first is for two weeks in texas to spend time with his family, just so you know you can always depend on them when you need them

the other is for three weeks in greece; the people, the culture, the food, he loves it and he wants to surround you in it

probably picked a hotel over a b&b

also on all the flights, during airport security, in taxis/ubers, when waiting for flights, in the hotel, he kept repeating the same words

mrs./mr./mx. armstrong, he just loves saying it, SO MUCH

”i love you, [mrs./mr./mx.] armstrong.” your newlywed husband spins you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. ”i know mr. armstrong, and i love you.” you press a kiss to his lips, trying to get out of his arms to get back to unpacking your suitcase

i think for activities, lots of lunches out and dinners in

also a whole lot of museums and art galleries and ancient ruins, spending time talking about greek mythology and your own theories and opinions on it

sap also sometimes calls you bro on accident and you sometimes call him dude still and all you guys can ever say about it is 'it is what it is'

”what are you gonna get, bro?” he asks as he closes his own menu. he didn't even realise what he said, but the waiter did, and he just watched with intent, unsure of what was happening. ”i don't know dude, whatever you're having i guess.” you close your menu. the waiter speaks up, ”i'm sorry i know it's none of my business but uhm- are you two not, married?” he sounds nervous, as if he thinks he's interrupted some secret affair. ”wh- what? we're married. we've been married.” sap is the one to point it out, taking your hand in his. ”ah, it was just how you called each other 'dude', and 'bro'.” the waiter laughs nervously, walking away with the order written down. in unison, ”it is what it is.”

i also think he takes you shopping because he believes the people who gave you the best wedding gifts should also get a gift in return in addition to a thank you card

lots of hand swinging with your left hand to show off your ring, and hugging in lines, and kissing-bordering-on-making-out in public, he just has no reason not to anymore, you're married

george

george couldn't decide where you went for awhile, so he asked of your friends and his friends and ended up at first with iceland (this is george guys remember) but then changed his mind and picked italy and romania, one week in each

b&b >>> hotels with george, he prefers the privacy

he spent months before the wedding trying to learn the basics of the italian and romanian languages despite how widespread english is

definitely takes you out to eat A BUNCH, except for two nights in each country where you and him cooked dinner for yourselves

you can expect lots of late mornings and late nights with george, he just can't get enough of his new spouse

definitely emphasises your last name being davidson whenever there's a reservation or when he feels the staff is being a little too forward

”last name?” the host asked, eyes glued to the kiosk screen in front of him. ”mr. and mx. davidson.” your husband smiled at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

takes you to a store at the start of the trip so you have food where you're staying / bonus if you convince him to go to a farmers' market

every day of the trip you and him have set aside an hour to talk to your respective friends on the phone (he's louder)

also forgets to tell you that he booked a redeye for the first flight out of italy/romania because when he booked it he forgot he was planning for two people instead of just himself / he apologised a lot for it

”y/n i'm sorry, if i had been paying attention i would've booked it for later in the day tomorrow.” ”george, baby it's fine. i really don't mind. it's not like i'm going anywhere.” you flash him your ring with a smile to emphasise you point, to which he returns the smile before looking at his own ring.

he apologised again when the plane was about to take off

ted

i think ted takes you to japan for your honeymoon, at least for a week to try those capsule hotels that you and him been dying to try for months

i think he wants to go see all sorts of attractions in japan; theme parks, cat cafes, boardwalks, boat tours, and maybe take you to see an anime film (my brain is rotted from wanting to see an anime film in japan im sorry)

he booked a hotel because in the moment, it felt the easiest

even in japan he would get recognised, but not nearly as often as he did in the states and he would kindly turn down any fan who wanted a picture because he was busy on his honeymoon

lots of small kisses; at the end of a boardwalk, right before you sit down at restaurants, when you get back to the hotel room, when he brings you coffee, tea, or water in the morning, just outside the restaurant when you're leaving, when you two depart in a mall for a set time of 20 minutes

i think he likes seeing the trending tags on twitter surrounding your wedding

”what'ya smiling at, like an idiot baby?” you ask him, drying your hair with a towel from your recent shower, as you walk around from where your suitcase was to where he was stood in the mini kitchen. ”'the nivisons,' we're trending honey, that's all. i think it's sweet.” ”you know coming over here and giving me a kiss is even sweeter.” his phone is on the counter and he's encasing himself around you so fast.

he definitely texted his married friends for ideas when he started to run out / also before you left he logged into your pinterest on your computer and looked for anything he could use as an idea

you guys start binge-watching a new show while on your honeymoon and made inside jokes about it (yeah you became that couple)

holds your hand when you're walking around and getting into taxis and doing pretty much anything in public because he's scared he'll lose you in a crowd

he talks to you like he would a child. ”don't let go of my hand.” ”i won't ted, don't worry.” you shake your head at his antics once he turns away.

books a later in the afternoon flight out so that you can sleep in and he can pack for you and wake you up and get you out the door slowly, without a huge rush and stress

charlie

charlie takes you to 2 places, to start, you get 3 weeks in bali plus a week in new zealand (jrr tolkien/hobbit/lotr fans are gonna love this one)

in bali, he rents a whole house, 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom with a rate of $110 (usd) a night

while you're there, he takes you to sightsee places like gunung kawi temple, pura lempuyang luhur, ubud monkey forest, tukad cepung waterfall and holy spring (tirta empul)

of course wherever you go he insists on holding your hand, just to keep you close by

”baby you gotta let go of my hand i wanna take pictures.” your husband huffs a small, ”fine.” he releases your hand, but his hands find perch on your waist while you take pictures of the water, or the shops, or the wildlife, whatever.

definitely asks if he can use some of the pictures you took for his instagram story (it's the most he's ever used his insta story) and you tell him yes but only if you get to pick them / also on the same note, if either of you snap anyone during your honeymoon or just take selfies in general, they're always of you two kissing or giving each other cheek kisses in the house or at a restaurant or at a location you're visiting

he spends a lot of time just looking at your ring and how the ring on your finger looks against his fingers and vice versa with his ring against your fingers

”charlie?” he looks up from your intertwined hands in surprise. ”hm, what?” ”whatcha thinkin' about?” ”mmm, nothin', just admiring you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you smile and a small tint to cover your cheeks.

in new zealand it's a hotel but it's a hobbit hole hotel, complete with tours of everything new zealand could offer about the tolkien's lord of the rings/hobbit universe

more eating out here than in bali despite how much more expensive it is

(if you're not a huge tolkien fan:) lots of thank yous from him for putting up with the trip so he could enjoy it // (if you are a huge tolkien fan:) a ton of excitement for both of you during the entire trip, and lots of talking about your own theories as you learn more about the fictional world

also vlogging the new zealand trip with charlie >>>> / and cataloging the film in the airport just before your flight for you to edit when you get home

schlatt

canada. idc, canada, that's where you're going. or iceland. somewhere cold.

i'm kidding, he told you that as a prank and then took you to australia (i apologise if you can't stand the animals there but this is schlatt we're talking about c'mon)

hotel over a b&b because even he, being the big guy that he is, was a little worried about finding a massive spider in the bed

probably quite a bit of alcohol that first night as a married couple

”y'so- god sweets y'so pretty.” schlatt twirled you around with one hand, beer bottle in the other. you giggled, the alcohol affecting your words and actions. you kept one hand tangled with his while the other held a grip on your bottle of beer. ”j..y'so handsome, you know that?” he blushed, and it must've been the alcohol because your boyfriend– husband now, never got flustered over something as small as that.

there's one night where you two go out dancing and when he sees all the prying eyes of the men and women around you, he makes sure to emphasise your ringed hands, keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your side

somehow you ended up going to see some aniaml fight with schlatt and when it got a little.. gory, you'd cover your eyes with your hands and tuck your head into his shoulder or his chest

”you alright baby?” he asked, flicking his eyes between you and the fight, arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. ”i guess. jus'wanna leave though.” you whispered up into his ear and he nodded, waiting another minute before walking out with you tucked into his side, repeatedly asking you if you're really okay.

schlatt who takes you out to dinner every other night, with the rest of the nights being used to talk to both his and your friends and watch films together

also schlatt who believes in taking turns making lunch; whether it be sandwiches (it usually is), or pasta, a frozen pizza, etc, you take turns, after all you're married now, everything is 50/50

you probably both get sick at the end of the trip from something you ate and at first you were really worried, but he got better after a day and you two days after that

i also one hundred percent believe schlatt wanted to get home as soon as possible and picked an earlier in the morning flight / him plucking you from the bed three hours before your flight so you could shower and get ready, finish repacking, etc

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slvthrs · 2 years

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HOT TUBS AND BATHING SUITS | dreamwastaken

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

you and your new roomy decide to go for a swim to welcome you into your new house spiraling far beyond what you could expect

CC!DREAM X CC!FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), hot tub room sex, ruined orgasm, no fucking plot this is just porn im so horny rn

word count: 2.5k

authors note: this is my first time writing smut in a while, so please tell me if i need to add some stuff to my warning list n shit like that and overall how it was lmao- enjoy cunt <3

The sounds of random music in my playlist was bouncing off the walls of my new, filled to the brim with boxes, room. I had spent the day setting up my room and bed with Sapnap that I hadn’t even seen Clay to this point, he apparently was super busy with editing or some other bullshit but we both knew that it was some stupid excuse because the sexual tension between up was palpable but whatever I was just enjoying the company of patches.

“What do you think patches?” I said holding up 2 swimsuits, I was planning to go swimming later with Sap

I was met with a meow from the cat who could very much not understand me

BRZZ!

It was a notification from my phone and then the door slamming downstairs. I checked my phone to see a message from sap telling me that he couldn’t make it but to enjoy my time with a winky face

Well, I guess I could just swim by myself plus I won’t have to deal with Sapnap trying to drown me so we win some and we lose some.

I’m still deliberating which bathing suit I should wear when my room’s door is suddenly swung open and a familiar 6 foot 3 man walks in and sits on my bed.

“Hey loser, what are you doing?” He says to my back as I’m starting into my haphazardly filled closet.

“Nothin’ I just wanna do some swimming so I’m trying to find a good suit” I say as he walks up next to me

“You're just swimming alone?” He ponders while playing with the hem of my swim suits, he continues “That’s kinda sad”

“Shut up asshole, and no I was gonna swim with sap but I guess I’ll just be joined by my phone and the princess right here” I say while scratching patches’ head

“Hmm still sorta sad, but what are you gonna wear tho” He questions

“I dunno” I trail off, ignoring his rude remark, there a couple of options, ones a back thin one-piece with a red-white skeleton on it, a red cut out single strap one piece, and a green bikini, “wait a minute sit right here” I say pushing him down to my bed and running into my bathroom with my 3 swimsuit options

Around 5 minutes later I come out wearing the first swimsuit and doing a little spin. “What d'ya think” I ask with an innocent enough smile

I can see a little smirk fall on his face and he tips his head back, “I think”, he trails off as he pulls me closer to his chest, “You should wea-” I cut him off with a hand on his lips.

“Nu-uh you gotta see all my outfit first before you decide dumbass” I say freeing from his grasp and walking back into my bathroom

The reaction to the red cut out swim suit was the same but I could see his stupid, damming grin grow and I twirled around and his eyes caught on my stomach being almost bare and the extra cleavage this swim suit.

But as I stepped out in the green bikini his reaction was almost polar opposite, that dumb smirk was replaced with an indescribable look- he looked like if he was in a mix of shock and something so Clay, “Fuck, you should go with this one” He clears his throat, “Yeah it looks amazing on you, fuck”

I give him a little spin and a smile, and pick up my phone and a towel and head down to his huge backyard.

I think I nearly creamed my fucking pants the first time I saw his house- its huge and some how still comforting and the backyard is filled with an array of foliage and his Olympic sized swimming pool and a gazebo with a hot tub.

I plop down into the shallow end of the pool with my phone and place my towel down as well. It's so cold I feel like my entire body just froze up but at least it's a direct contradiction to the Florida heat.

It's dark out so the pool lights are on illuminating my face so I decide to take some photos of myself, y’know as a treat.

But not even 30 minutes later that familiar 6 foot 3 man walks out and dives into the pool and starts doing laps.

He’s shirtless so I see his back muscles flex and his chest gleam with the pool lights giving him a sort of angelic look.

He swims towards me and is dripping, his hairs a mess and his arms crossed in front of his chest without their usual adornment of bracelets and rings- he looks really hot and I don’t wanna admit it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be swimming, doll?” He asks

I ignore the way the pet name makes my entire body ignite and retort, “Yeah but it's cold so I'm just gonna sit here, you should really get a pool heater or something”, I say with a pout

“Pfft- that’s a shit excuse and plus it’s not even that cold” He laughs with his stupid addicting laugh

I huff, “It’s not cold to you cause you’re a human heater, I am normal person with normal body temperature”

“Whatever you say, princess,” That stupid pet name again all of its going straight to my core and I really can’t afford being horny in the pool with my roommate, he’s staring ahead at the gazebo and I see his eyes light up with an idea and then I’m being dragged out of the pool.

“CLAY WHAT THE FUCK” I shriek, he’s pulling me over to the hot tub, “I COULD HAVE SLIPPED AND CRACKED MY HEAD OR-” I’m cut off by the feeling of hot water surrounding me melting my tension and I fucking moan

Clay laughs his fucking head off, “Jesus I should just leave you two to have your moment,” He cackles while I slap his hand,

“Shut the fuck up loser I’m just cold” I say I a dip deeper into the pool and close my eyes and rest my head back letting the heat enveloping my entire being.

When I open my eyes I’m met with the most beautiful sight of all, Clay has one of his hands resting across the back of the hot tub, flexing, his hair and skin is glistening with the water and pool lights and his eyes are shut.

I grab my phone and quickly take a picture of him and scribble out his face- he looks really good.

He notices the shutter by me taking a photo and looks back at me, “You're not gonna post that right?” He asks with sincere concern

I scoff, “No Clay I’m not gonna dox you, I just took a picture cause you look hot”

To be honest if I did post that I’m one hundred percent sure that the entirety of twitter would blow up

I put my phone away and look at him to be met with his head tilted to the side and a look of confusion on his face

“Hot?” He asks like he isn’t one of the hottest mother fuckers alive

I chuckled, this oblivious asshole, “Yes Clay, hot, your like one-” but before I can continue he pulls me into his lap and his oblivious expression is replaced with that of when he saw me in my green bikini and now it's my turn to look oblivious.

His hands trail up my sides to toy with the tied straps of my bikini, if he pulls the wrong strap the whole top will come off, “You think I’m hot?” I can’t reply, I'm too focused on the way his hands drag on my skin, each of the touches ignites my skin on fire and I want more.

When I think about it, I’m currently sitting on the lap of my very hot and wet roommate in a fucking hot tub and were basically naked- I’m going to fucking lose my mind.

He straightens his back a bit so his face is right in front of mine and so I bounce a bit on his lap feeling his semi-hardened cock right against my core causing me to gasp.

His face breaks into a stupid fucking grin and he leans forward inches away from my face with his hot air fanning on my face, “Princess I asked you a question, d’ya think I’m hot?”

All I can do is nod, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and it’s driving me so fucking crazy, “Hot enough to do this?” He leans forward less than an inch away from my lips and I surge forward to meet our lips together and we make out for what seems like an eternity. When we finally pull away we just stare at each other for a bit before I connect my lips to Clay’s neck to be greeted with the most angelic noise of all- him moaning, it rings around in my head and flows into every crevice of my brain.

His hands find refuge on my hips and he moves my body so I’m grinding on his dick. If we weren’t in a hot tub it would be embarrassing how wet I am but since we're sitting in a hot tub my fluids mix with the water and you can barely tell what's what.

His hands move from my hips when I find out the rhythm he wants and reach up to the straps of my bikini and tugs on the string which causes the top to come undone and fall into the water.

I stop kissing his neck and pull back to see Clay staring directly at my chest and then surging forward and catching my nipples in between his teeth and rolling it with his tongue causing me to almost let out an obscene moan that would most likely get us a complaint from our neighbors- fuck we really shouldn’t be doing this out here should we?

He keeps going while switching between both of my tits as my hands card between his hair. It's getting so hard to keep myself quiet.

But all my worries melt away when his hands make contact with my aching pussy and I drop my head down to his shoulders and moan into his skin, “Yeah it feels good doesn’t it darling, c’mon keep being loud for me,” and he pushes my bottoms to the side and he finally sinks his stupidly gorgeous fingers inside of me.

It feels so fucking good, the stretch is perfect and since their so much longer than my fingers they’re reaching so much farther into me and hitting that perfect spot each time. The pleasure is so much that I might almost pass out, but right as I’m about to cum he pulls his fingers out and I let out a stupidly loud whine

“Clayyy, why d’ya stop” I slur as he kiss my temple and brings his hand up to my mouth,

“C’mon princess, clean up my fingers” He says while pushing his digits into my mouth. At this point I don’t even know what he’s doing but if he doesn’t fuck me I’m gonna move out. As I swirl his fingers around my tongues I can taste a mixture of chlorine and my own fluids and It would be so filthy if everything didn’t feel so good.

As I remove the fingers from my mouth to look up at him doe-eyed I get consumed by a sudden urge to have him in me, and animalistic urge, to have more than just his hands in me.

“Clay” I whine, “more please”

“You sure I-I don’t have a condom or anything with me” His cocky facade breaks for a second

“Yeah, fuck, please I’m on birth control and I assume you don’t have any STD’s?” I say to be met with a sort of offended scoff and as soon as I’m about to tell him to hurry up I can feel his tip pressing against my bare cunt while he fully takes off my bottoms.

As soon as he’s in me his pace is unrelenting he’s pounding into like there's no tomorrow. I meet his lips in a harsh kiss but as soon as I do he hits a particularly sensitive spot in me causing me to moan into his mouth and making him smirk with stupid satisfaction.

I know I’m not going to be able to last but fuck it feels so good. The way he fills up every corner of my cunt is so fucking obscene.

His hands return to my hips but this time is so much more unrelenting, I know they’ll leave bruises and accompanied with my marked up neck I look used and owned and that was exactly his plan.

“Fuck baby, are you close cause you’re squeezing the life outta me” He chuckles and in my fucked up state I can only reply with a garbled mess of words, but he’s right I’m so fucking close.

As my orgasm approaches I let my head fall on to his shoulder and moan into his ears causing him to shiver into me.

In a couple more hastily planted thrusts I’m seeing stars, with one last guttural moan I’m panting and trying to catch my breath whilst Clay is chasing his own relief and a couple of seconds later he follows me by filling me up and planting kisses on my chest and neck.

As we catch our breath he pulls out and places me next to him whilst we’re both sitting there trying to grasp what the fuck we just did- I just had sex with my best friends, my fucking roommate, holy shit, what the fuck did I just do.

I probably have a look of fear plastered on my face when Clay reassures me that, “hey this doesn’t change anything about us” he says while pointing at him and then me, “we’re still friends y’know just with benefits” he chuckles.

It assures me at least a little bit so I laugh with him, “Thanks but erm I don’t really think I can walk” I say, I probably could if I tried but where's the fun in that?

“Could you carry me back to the house” I say with a fake pout

He looks at me unimpressed but a second later he’s getting out of the water and grabbing me bridal style whilst picking up my phone and bikini pieces and placing a towel over me whilst kissing my temple.

As he carries me back into the house I see his stupid eyes light up when he asks me, “You didn’t answer my question… am I really hot?”

“CLAY!”

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella's full works #bella fawns over dwt

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eml0tz · 11 months

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Dream head cannons

smut & fluff

under cut!!

Fluff

I was watching gym crush videos (don’t even ask idfk) and i think you and dream would go to the gym and to spot you his hand placement would be right at your hips 🤭

he will fake bang you from behind

he knows how to comfort you

BACK RUBS

will listen if you are stressed and not interrupt or anything:(((

stays calm during arguments (unless they are jokes)

he would feel sorry for you because the relationships before him were bad

slightly jealous when u brag about men in ur dms

takes u on cute dates for no reason

spends his time with you relaxing

watches you sleep 😳

probably has funny photos of u sleeping

and snoring/ sleep talking

starts with you two spooning to facing your backs to eachother or clinging together

will pick you up anytime anywhere

Smut

fucks with socks on (i’m really sorry but i get icky)

literally shutting you up with his fingers to hear you moan

PRACTICES MINECRAFT ALL DAY SO HIS FINGERS ARE GAMER STAMINA MAX

sex showers

he will bend you over face on the wall fucking you standing up so when your legs get too tired he picks you up and fucks you

pushes your head into the pillows

when he eats you out he looks forward to your hands in his hair whilst you ride his face

he will start to eat you out then grab your thighs and flip u around so u sit on his face

sixty nine 😵‍💫

if u put on fishnets they are going to be ripped up and your are going to get fucked

if ur wearing a skirt during a quickie he will just push your panties aside and fuck you with the skirt on he likes watching it bounce with your ass :)))

aftercare 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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clitsuckerer · 2 years

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mommy vibes

dreamwastaken x fem!reader

WARNINGS- smut, subby!dream, domish!reader, characters are 18+ and in college, heavy degradation, virgin dream, just porn basically, face riding, handjob, cum play, reader is kind of mean ngl, and a bit slutty but good for her. 18+.

SUMMARY- you decide to have some fun with your inexperienced best friend.

WORDS- 3.9k+

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“do you think i'm pretty dream?” your sweet voice suddenly broke through the comfortable silence, causing dream to jump like a frightened little cat though not particularly because of your voice but more so because of the question. his head snapped up to look at you laying on your stomach next to him, green eyes wide in alarm and face already flushed.

you didn’t even understand how pretty you were it drove him crazy, soft lips looking so glossy and kissable, cute nose that he always had the urge to peck and your eyes, god your eyes got to him the most. so wide and pretty, always expressing how you feel through only a look and he always fell for them looks, the way you would pout and widen your sparkling eyes when you wanted him to do something for you forever had him running to deliver you the world at your feet in an instant. of course he couldn’t tell you all of this, no matter what he thought of you, no matter how he felt about you the shyness that comes with being near his astoundingly beautiful childhood best friend and life long crush always made him shrivel up in nerves.

dream gulped comically loud, looking at you like a deer caught in headlights which was honestly very usual for him, especially around you.

“it’s just a question dream, be honest with me.” you demanded of him, giving him that look that made him know that you would not accept him not answering this question and he knew he had to, otherwise he would face your wrath and fuck he did not want to face that.

“u-uh, i mean yeah y-you’re really pretty.” he wanted to say more, you’re beautiful, stunning, everything people want in a person, everything he wants in a person. but dream could never utter those words, not in this lifetime and not on this earth so he settled with the words he had stuttered out, not the truth he wanted to shower you in.

“hmm, do you really think so?” you almost purred at the praise, as custom when someone gave you a compliment you went heart eyed and all giddy, lip caught between your teeth while you looked at him in wonder and something almost akin to lust, but of course not! dream was many things, incredibly smart, so very handsome and most definitely strong however dumb was not one of them. he would never fool himself into believing that you would look at him the same way you looked at all the boys and girls who you teasingly flirted with, the boys and girls who he knew you would fuck because you would come back to him with swollen lips and ruffled clothes and with that look that had him squirming in envy that it was not him that caused it and it may never be. no, he would never mistake that because he was smart, yet still you’re next words contradicted his entire existence in a mere second. “do i turn you on?”

you know when you go to swallow something and it just makes you choke? the unavoidable coughs and sputters that actually really fucking hurt and make your throat all sore? that was him right now, except dream choked on air. on fucking air like an idiot and great, now he was coughing and his face was going red, all under your amused gaze. kind little you of course tried to help him the best you could with some soft pats to the back, it was all done in kindness and only a tiny bit of pity but the feeling of your small hand touching him through his thin shirt made it worse, so much embarrassingly worse until he was red in the face and heaving by the time he managed to calm down.

this was not how he expected his saturday evening to go, not at all. he thought you’d come over to study and it would be like normal, he thought you’d be here looking so beautiful and that you’d tease him as usual, he thought it’d be him secretly but not so secretly glancing at you anytime he could while you guys were studying on his bed like it always went but here you were spicing things up, shocking him like you always managed to do.

“you always have a boner when you’re with me dream, is it because of me?” dream’s cheeks darkened like never before at being called out like that, he really had thought he hid it well but all along you had known about the not so little problem you’re short skirts and tight tops always caused him. “c’mon i wanna know dream, do i make your dick hard.”

it seemed the universe was out to get him today, nothing but embarrassing moments upon embarrassing moments happening to him. it’d always been dream following after you everywhere you went, holding your books between classes and bringing you coffee every morning while he stuttered his way through his sentences, it’s how it always went ever since the 8th grade. and yes, he almost always did pop a boner because of you but he never thought you had noticed, apparently you had though you’d been nice enough to not call him out on it. that thought was even more embarrassing than the actual boner itself, knowing that you had noticed but just ignored it. fuck please somebody please strike him down he’s going to have a heart attack.

“u-uh,” dream stuttered, heart pounding in his ears as he tried to think of what to say that wouldn’t make you laugh in his face.

“it’s okay you know, kinda turns me on to be honest.” you shuffled closer to his body until you were kneeling between his legs and already it was too much for dream, your perfume mixed with the smell that was just you clouding his senses. “knowing that i turn you on so much you can’t help but get hard whenever you see me, it’s flattering really.”

his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed hard, hands sweaty and shaking as your hand crept up his leg. “do you want me to help you?”

your hand was already rubbing him through his pants before he could register what you had offered, not that he would deny you and you knew that. he was already rock hard before you even touched him, so achingly hard that it was tenting his pants. he swore he was in heaven right now, with your small hand teasingly rubbing him through his pants and your plump lips kissing his neck, he didn’t know how long it had been, probably less than a minute but it felt like 10 minutes before he realised how close he was. it happened so suddenly neither of you really expected it, one second dream had his head tilted back in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation of your hand rubbing his length, not a single thought going through his dazed mind other than you and then the next second the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm hit him way too soon, pulling him into a dizzying high with your lips on his skin and hand making it all the more intense.

he struggled to even look at you after the pathetically premature but intense orgasm had washed over him, the way you were staring at him near primal as your hand still lightly rubbed his now darkened bulge. “do you want to fuck me dream?” you asked him with faux innocence, wide doe eyes staring into his like you had no idea what you were doing to him but he had a feeling you knew exactly what you were doing, he would never call you out on it though because he enjoyed it way too much. his head bobbed to your question, still not able to look at your pretty face from the embarrassment of cumming so quickly. “hm? look at me baby.”

the coo you let out when he peeked up at you made his heart flutter, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from being bitten so hard; he was a pretty sight for sure. “look at you, was it just my hand that done that to you?” and again he was too shy to look at you, head tilted down once again while he cursed himself and his non-existent will to not come so quickly in his head. “awe baby, you’re cute and all but i asked you a question and i expect an answer.”

god you really were something else, able to sound so sweet and powerful at the same time it never failed to make him swoon and bend to your will. so he nodded once again, stuttering out a quiet ‘yes’ because fuck did he want to.

“yeah? you wanna fuck my tight pussy but you just came in your pants when i barely touched you,” your voice was condescending, meant to make him squirm and paired with the sad pout on your lips it worked. “you’d cum before i even take your whole dick and that’s no fun is it. it’s not fun when you get to cum twice and i’m left unsatisfied.” you huffed and pouted, an over exaggerated look of sadness on your pretty features. “do you think you could make me cum?” it shocked dream, the question was so different from your demeanour, the dirty words spoken with a soft and curious tone that had his breath hitching in his throat. its not the most lewd thing you had said yet it still got to him the most.

truthfully dream wasn’t sure if he could, not only because he lacked the basic knowledge of how to make a girl cum beyond the porn he had seen but also because he knew that he would cum from the mere view of your pussy, god knows he wouldn’t last a second if he touched you and it made him feel ashamed. he's an astoundingly hot guy, albeit a bit nerdy, everyone thought he must be drowning in pussy everyday though that couldn't be further from the truth. but dream always gave his best in everything, would always make sure that he succeeded and was the best at everything so he was going to try his damned hardest to make the extremely hot girl in his bed proud.

“i-i’ll try my best!” dream said in a desperate attempt to prove himself, the determination sparkling in his eyes fading when your glossy lips pulled up into a smirk at his words. so easily you had made his burst of confidence disappear into nothingness with only your lips, instead replaced by the nervous and timid dream that always came out around you specifically.

“you’ll try your best, hmm,” you saw a golden opportunity with this, a hot guy with a more than perfect dick in front of you who was so eager to please you but had never pleased anyone other than himself before, you could teach him so much, show him how to please you and in turn you would please him. it was a win-win situation really. “okay.”

“o-okay?” dream stuttered out, stumped by your simple response to his embarrassingly eager promise. he watched you move away from your perch between his legs, letting out a loud gulp when you stood up and he saw that your skirt was resting higher on your smooth thighs than before.

“uh huh!” was all you offered before you lifted your sweater over your head, revealing your perky braless tits to him. dream practically choked on air the second he laid his eyes on the soft mounds, a painful whimper leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut for a long second. he wanted to make sure this was real and actually happening, that you were really half naked in front of him however an even more painful sound escaped him when he opened his eyes, being greeted by the sight of you fully naked and crawling your way up the bed towards him.

his cock jumped visibly when you reached him, your small hands resting on his firm thighs and his breathing was more than unsteady at the teasing contact, coming out in heaving puffs as he willed himself not to cum once again. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that, would quite literally die of shame though right now he was finding it kind of hard to care when your naked body was so close to him, your hard nipples brushing up against his chest rendering him a flushed and horny mess much to your enjoyment.

just barely your lips brushed against his, so close to connecting with his, he only had to lean forward the tiniest bit and he would feel your plush lips against his own but alas dream was a coward, not having the confidence to actually do it so he just stared doe eyed and love struck as your sultry and somehow innocent looking eyes peered so closely into his.

“you have such nice lips dream,” you whispered, breath hitting his lips and seemingly warming his face that had ashamedly already been burning hot. “i wanna feel them on my pussy, can you do that for me?”

he nodded dumbly, eyes locked deeply as he stuttered out a breathy but sure ‘y-yes, i can,’ he had no idea how to eat a girl out, as you had probably guessed already but god knows he would die to have a taste of your pussy, experienced or not he was going to make you feel good. your head tilted cutely at his determined words, just staring into his glossy eyes before leaning closer so your noses brushed together.

“lay down.” the words were simple, easy to understand and said firmly in your angelic voice that he loved so much but it still confused dreams lust addled mind. even more so when you backed away from him, your warmth sadly torn away and it almost made him whine out loud.

still dream obeyed you immediately, eyes glued to you as he shuffled down the soft sheets under your admiring gaze until he was settled on his back, dick proudly tenting his pants and hands clenching the sheets in his hands in an attempt to rid the tingling need to touch your pretty body that was so close to him.

you bit your lip as your eyes took in his laid back form, it made him somewhat insecure to be analysed so closely, especially by you of all people but it all disappeared once he locked eyes with yours that were twinkling in wonder of all the things you could do with him.

he thought you were going to kiss him when you moved closer towards his head so he prepared himself to feel your soft lips against his, the heavenly plush pillows that kept him up at night but it never came, instead you pinned his shoulders to the bed and climbed onto his chest. dream of course had no fucking idea what you were doing and why you were currently straddling his chest but he’s not complaining! god no but he was curious, curious enough to timidly ask, “what are y-you uhm, what are you doing,” he stared up at you with wide eyes, laying uselessly limp under you while he tried to connect the dots in his head. you smirking at him like the cat that got the cream certainly didn’t help his bewilderment either.

“what do you think dream,” you said happily, shuffling up until you were hovering over his face, “i’m gonna make use of your pretty face and sit on it!”

once you had settled over his face dream waited patiently and nervously for your permission to start, his mouth was quite literally salivating at the view of your glistening pussy that was so temptingly close, swollen clit peeking out of your puffy folds and your juices coating the smooth skin, it was excruciating to be so close but not being able to do anything, or rather not knowing what to do really.

“you look so pretty underneath me dream,” his dilated eyes kept switching between your face and pussy, so obviously eager to taste you it made you giggle. “go on, do your best.”

with that he dove straight in, stumbling and inexperienced but determined to please you. the first taste of you was life changing for dream, dramatic yes but true nonetheless. the moan that escaped him was deep and loud, vibrating around the room as his tentative licks along your pussy turned more desperate and hungry the more he tasted you.

“don’t forget the clit dream, s’the best part.” you were already panting softly, hips humping along with his tongue you didn’t even seem to notice his trouble finding the little bud but once he did find it, god was your reaction worth it.

his hips jerked up when you let out a loud moan of his name, seeking some kind of stimulation but all he was met with was air. he would kill to feel your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, using him for your own pleasure and he would let you. his eyes rolled back at the thought of fucking you, he was thinking too far ahead he knew that he just couldn’t help his thoughts running wild.

his eyes ran along the smooth skin of your stomach and to your perky tits that were softly jiggling with your grinding before they settled on your face, eyes closed with your head tilted back and cute face scrunched in pleasure that he was causing, you just looked so pretty it made him whimper into your wetness and in turn made your eyes open to look down at the mess of a man between your thighs.

“mm, you like eating my pussy baby?” you hummed out in your soft voice, hazy with pleasure as you played with your soft tits and rocked against his tongue. “you’re humping the air like a desperate slut.”

your teasing giggle was cut off by a loud moan when dream took your clit between his lips and sucked hard at the swollen bud, the mouth that so often teased him now wide open and pouring out hot little whimpers that made his cock twitch madly. you tasted so sweet and so addictive, dream could just stay between your thighs for the rest of his life and he would be more than content living to serve you, you didn’t even have to touch him as long as he could touch you.

“you learn q-quickly,” dream grinned happily into your folds, eyes looking into yours for approval much like a puppy would when told to stay. he really was just a big puppy, so eager to please you and always following you around. “mm, fuck m’gonna cum,” you panted out, one hand moving from your chest to bury in his fluffy hair and he welcomed it, any bit of you touching him sent him into a pussy drunk fool who was so desperate to make you cum, so desperate to make you happy in any way possible.

with your high approaching dream went harder, fucking his tongue into your clenching hole and moaning against your clit, he still didn’t know exactly what he was doing, was still clumsy and curious in his approach but he felt like he was doing pretty good if your desperate humping and loud cries were anything to go by. he gained enough confidence to move his hands that had been clenched by his side the whole time to grip your hips, helping you rock against his mouth as you came on his tongue. the whole time his eyes were glued to your beautiful scrunched up face, not even acknowledging the tight grip you had on his hair or the juices covering his chin and cheeks because all he could focus on was how beautiful you looked above him mid-orgasm. like his own goddess for him to worship.

“fuck fuck fuck! so good dream, oh my god,” you near screamed out, balancing yourself with one hand on the headboard as you crumbled above him in sheer bliss. he didn’t slow down the hungry licks in the least, instead getting increasingly ravenous the more your sweet juices hit his taste buds. you both barely registered that he was cumming with you in the haze of your orgasm, ribbons on his cum covering his stomach and your back as he happily licked at your leaking hole until his whole mouth was devouring your pussy, just so he could catch every bit of your essence that leaked out of you.

it was quiet for a few minutes afterwards, dream still softly licking at your folds and suckling at your clit as you came down from your impressive high. he was ecstatic to say the least, proud as well because he had made you come, the first person he had ever been with let alone the first person he had ever seen naked and it had been you.

eventually you climbed off of his flushed face much to his reluctance. he wanted to keep you there forever, make you cum over and over again so he would be the only one you ever needed, the only one you ever wanted but that was not going to happen for obvious reasons.

“wow,” you breathed out, flopping next to his lax form on the bed. “you did really good dream, like really good. i didn’t even have to tell you what to do, holy shit.”

“you liked it?” the pride was overwhelming, he almost preened at the praise you gave him like the puppy he was. “did i make you feel good?”

“mhm,” you rolled over so half of your body was resting on his, hair falling in your face as you smiled at him. god his heart was going to beat through his chest he just knew it, swore it was going to explode when you pecked his lips in a way too quick kiss. “i gotta go dream, it’s late.”

fuck, no please don’t go. stay and let me make you come so much all you think about is me, make you come so much that you’ll love me back is what he wanted to say. he wanted to scream it out, not let you leave but it died in his throat when you kissed down his body only to lick up the cum that stained his skin and clothes. he so desperately wanted to say something, beg you to stay however your wet tongue on his body made him short circuit.

“mm, you taste so good,” you moaned, giving his clothed cock a kiss before you got up from the bed and started redressing. “this was fun dream, i have a lot more to teach you though so see you tomorrow!”

the whole time dream laid there in shock, in bliss and pleasure and happiness and so much more, he couldn’t even respond to you, could only watch your back as you skipped out of his room giddy with the orgasm you had just had. for hours after you had left he laid there, questioning if that had actually just happened; the taste of your juices lingering on his tongue proved that it actually had though and his cock plumped up with the thought of tomorrow on his mind.

A/N- okay so i’m kinda rusty and there are some places in this fic that i admit i detest. i feel so rusty like how???? sorry for disappearing for while i have alot of fics on the way and might post some drabbles tonight because i am in a dream mood lemme tell you :DDDD anyways enjoy ig sorry if there are any mistakes i’ll edit it in a few days byeee <33333

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drmsbluntrotation · 1 year

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Ughh but just imagine you on your knees looking up to him with doe eyes while sucking him off

fine i caved

*this is not proofread i made it at 3 in the morning but take it as u please*

nsfw! also this is my “first” fanfic written where it’s actually being published so sorry for any mistakes please feel free to give thoughts or ideas for more!

word count; 284

he felt such euphoria after seeing you take all of him. you took your hands and starting stroking the parts that your mouth couldn’t fill. you looked up only to be met by his eyes slightly glistening like he wanted to cry, his mouth agape with the most loveliest moans coming directly from him. dream almost lost it just by making eye contact with you. god you were hopeless. you needed him so bad but you wanted to make sure he was taken care of first. the way his hands held your hair up not wanting to stop your pace. you kept prolong eye contact with him, wanting to see him up close which drove dream nuts. his desperate groans and grunts indicated he was close. you stopped and swiped the spit lingering around your lips back into your mouth. dream whimpered from the lack of contact and you noticed his desperation the second his eyebrows scrunched up when you stopped. “wait please don’t” you cut him off because you knew if he begged for any longer you would’ve came then and there. he quickly melted onto the kiss in desperate need to be engulfed by you. sharing sloppy kisses with one another as well as soft moans coming from the both of you. his hands stroking every piece of you, slightly lifting your shirt up and going over your back. you took your own hands and put them over his, guiding them to his clothed dick, him gasping at the contact. “let’s take care of this yeah?” his pupils grew every time you talked him through. he loved the way you demanded him although he doesn’t show it he’ll do anything for you.

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axolchys · 2 years

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Imagine 5/5 crew boys meet up and you guys are having a karaoke night.

You and dream are singing love is an open door and at the end dream gets on one knee… I mean at first of course you think he’s joking but then he pulls out a ring and sings the last line..

“Can I just say something crazy?” He sings while getting on one knee. You laugh like crazy while your heart beats faster.

“Will you marry me?” He smiles as he reaches for his back pocket…

AND THEN ALL THE OTHERS ARE LIKE CHEERING LMFAOO it’s like so stupid cute. 🥹

#dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken drabbles #dream x reader #dream mcyt #dreamwastaken x reader fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken headcanons #dwt x reader

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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cc!Dream x male reader

Dream streaming and his fans notice a load of purple marks on his neck and start going crazy. Twitter and his chat are blowing up with questions and Dream tries to play it off as a big bunch of bug bites but no one’s having it.

Over the next week people do some digging, trying to find out who the mystery person is, they’re just so curious they can’t help it. A few people think it’s George but that wouldn’t make sense since he’s in England at the moment so that theory soon becomes a bust.

As time goes on you just watch the whole thing unfold and get the brunt of Dreams annoyance by having to endure him whining about you not leaving the purple marks in areas that he could hide with ease. You only smiled and ran your fingers through his hair sighing as the smell of coconut filled your lungs.

“Don’t you think we should just come out? We’ve been in a secret relationship for ages you know and-” you paused not wanting to come off as too pushy but Dream only hummed for you to continue “I just wanna show everyone that you’re mine” the last sentence made the other blush and smile, he soon silently agreed.

It wasn’t long before the video of you both sharing a quick kiss with the caption “he was the big bite y’all ;)” uploaded to Dreams twitter and almost immediately went viral, a mix of positive and negative reactions engulfed you two but to be fair you both were just happy to be out and happy together.

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ravenxd · 9 months

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if you're taking requests,, can you please write something about what makes the dteam blush? 💖🌚

For Dream, I genuinely think that the only way to get him to blush is by giving him small little gifts! I wouldn't say flirting because he openly does it with his friends so it might be something he's used to and becomes a bit old to him. It might end up being a situation where you know he's rich enough to buy himself whatever he wants, so you go for something like making him bracelets, crocheting him little things, or even a meal you've prepared with genuine love. If Dream is in love with you, he's deeper into it now.

Sapnap seems like the type so easily get flustered if you compliment him, maybe his hair, beard, eyes, etc. I think it's something real sweet and kind. I also really get that even slight touching gets him all shy, like if you want to hold hands, hug, or even sit on his lap while you sit in the living room watching a movie. (i love him sm😭💕)

As for George, he's always flustered whenever Dream, or anyone for that matter, flirts or makes suggestive advances towards him. If you call him 'pretty', he'll probably say something like "What?", think you are weird for it, but not in a bad way, more like it being something that has his heart racing and him not knowing why since it's something you do all the time, and giggle, but it would overall have him all blushy and stuttering. I think that even just the idea of you spending time with him while he codes a plug-in for Dream might get him blushing, especially if you express genuine curiosity about the process of typing out algorithms and how they work.

#dream fluff #sapnap fluff #georgenotfound fluff #dream team #dream smp x reader #dwt x reader #sfw #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader

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pray4saint · 8 months

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I've been seeing a lot of subby Dream recently and it just makes sense to me... I can't stop thinking of edging a subby Dream and he's just a babbling mess </3 maybe begging? Maybe to far gone to even beg properly 😋

(Also having these thoughts with Schlatt but thats for another day)

- 🐏

i love writing sub cc's sm i can't explain it (but my trauma can)

you'd always been so kind when your boyfriend subbed, letting him cum whenever he needed, praising him for being so good, rarely ever asking him to hold off. but this time, it was different. you hadn't let him cum, you told him to hold it.

”c'mon honey, ask me again..” you coo, staring at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster and god did it make his thighs tense. ”i-i uh, uhm,” he wanted so badly to reach out and pull your hand away from his leaking cock, but he couldn't. you'd already warned him he wouldn't get to cum at all if he touched you. his eyes flicked mindlessly around the room, from the walls to your eyes and down to where your hand met his cock and he could feel the beat of his heart in his ears.

”tsk, clay honey. use your words, i know you can.” clay's mouth opens to speak but all that escapes are more of those pretty moans you just love to hear, followed by his head falling back. you snap your fingers, bringing his eyes back to your face. this time there's nothing. no wrods, nothing coherent but babbles and cries. when you finally saw the tears poking at the corners of his eyes, you had mercy. of course, not without rolling your eyes.

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slvthrs · 1 year

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SWEET REVENGE AND GUITAR STRINGS | dreamwastaken

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on you- the sane course of action was sleeping with his enemy

ROCKSTAR!DREAM X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), dressing room sex, slight violence and blood, blood kink if u squint

word count: 2.1k <3

Wrath.

Not even anger or rage- it was pure fucking red wrath. Your boyfriend of 2 years was cheating on you. He had the fucking audacity to cheat on you, and try to hide it. God did you want to kill him.

Your best friend Elle had sent you a video of him making out with some rando chick at a party and then taking her into a room to obviously have sex. You weren’t even sad, you just wanted to hurt him.

It was 3 days after you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you and the wrath hadn’t gone away. You’ve been ignoring every text, every message, every call- he was going to be so pissed. You were doing a pretty good job of not running into him but today he had a gig and you would have to end up going.

You and Elle were sitting on your bed in your underwear and bra eating a huge assortment of candy and snacks while re-watching sex education.

“Wait have you confronted Theo about cheating on you yet” Elle asked with a lollipop between her lips

You groaned you wanted to but every time you thought about it all you could do was want to punch him “I wanted to trust me but I just wanna hurt him y’know I don’t need his half-assed apology”

“Wait so why don’t you just ditch his gig” Elle inquired

“I would but imagine your girlfriend just ditches you with an explanation because remember he doesn’t know I know he cheated on me” You threw your head back- it was gonna be really hard to get revenge

“Hmm does he have like y’know enemies that you can y’know… fuck” Elle suggested

“Elle we’re not in a wattpad fan-fic, Theo doesn’t have enemies per say” You rolled your eyes… but he did have a frenemy

You shot up with a plan in mind, “But he does have someone he kinda hates” You said while you carding through your closet trying to find an outfit

“Oooh who” Elle sat up like a curious dog

“Clay” The name was met with a huff from Elle

“Dude you're super hot but I’ve legit never seen Clay without his army of girls following him, are you sure he’s the one to target?” Elle probes and she's right Clay’s a chick magnet, you’d be lucky to find him alone, but Elle was also right about the fact you were hot, and Clay was the one you wanted.

“I know, I know, but I have a plan trust me”

You didn’t have a plan

All you knew was that Clay stared at you for far too long to be considered platonic, so you were going to use it to your advantage.

After about 2 hours, you an Elle were ready she was wearing a black denim skirt with a pink tank top and pink converse adorned with little accessories, while you were wearing a plain white cropped top, a black and green plaid skirt and pantyhose which looked like it was attacked by an army of cats and some chunky platforms with some other accessories here and there.

The pair of you got there around 30 minutes later and broke off, with Elle waking to the bar to get some drinks and you trying to find your cheating ass boyfriend.

The bass of all the people walking around made you want to turn on your heel and walk away. You had endured it for the sake of your boyfriend but now the air was filled with venom rather than admiration.

“There she is, hi baby” It sounds so goddamn awful coming from your boyfriends mouth but you had to play the part of the oblivious girlfriend for a little longer

“Hi Theo” You say with the only respect you have for him left and kiss his cheek

As he continues his conversation with his bandmates you zone out and look around while drinking some fruity drink his bandmates gave you. As you looked around you caught the addictive eyes of your target, Clay, and unsurprisingly he was checking you out, who wouldn't tbh.

As your staring competition played out you were quickly brought back to reality by your boyfriend telling you they were about to go on stage.

“Hey babe can I talk to you for a sec?” You asked and he went along with it, presumably thinking he was about to get some last minute action.

“Yeah baby, what do you want?” He asked, so fucking oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Who the fuck is this chick your making out with in this video” You said while playing out the video on your phone.

His mouth hung agape, this cunt thought he could have the audacity to be shocked.

“B-babe I don’t know what that is, I-I’m pretty sure I was like sure drunk” Seriously, the I’m drunk excuse, he can do better than that.

“Are you fucking serious, I’ve been drunk plenty of times and I’ve never fucking cheated on you” Every gross and terrible emotion was bubbling up from inside you as you were about to overflow

“I-it doesn’t even matter I just kissed her your fucking overreacting!” Overreacting, this fucking bitch thinks I’m over reacting

With gritted teeth you said “Oh I’m overreacting, I’m fucking overreacting, well you wanna see overreacting?”

You didn’t even register what your body was doing before,

SNAP!

Fuck, your hand made contact with his face and there was a stream of red trickling down his nose while your knuckles were bruising up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH” He yelled pushing you up against the wall, while his blood spilled on to your chest

On any other day you wouldn’t have been able to push him off but with the immense amount of rage mixed with adrenaline you were feeling you pushed him to the ground, with your head spinning you ran off into another room trying to catch your breath.

As you finally stood up from your hunched over position and walked over to the mirror in the room- shit my shirt has blood on it, I look like I killed someone

You try to get some tissues to take the blood off but it’s no use the blood is congealed and staining your white shirt so you grab a closed water bottle and try to figure out what dressing room you're in.

You hand slides across a red leather couch with stains and find a stack of polaroids.

As you shuffled through them you see a drummer and bassists clearly drunk and passed out on a sofa, in another one you can see a brunette making a face and flipping off the camera, and in the final one its a group photo 4 boys playing a song in front of a smaller audience- in the photo you spot a particular face- Clay.

And as fate has been so kind the tall blonde walks into the room as if on cue, “Oh shit, what are you doing here?”

But before you you can answer his eyes widen and he walks towards you, “Fuck are you okay” He says with knitted eyebrows as his hand hesitantly swiping the blood of your shirt.

“Yeah, it's not my blood” You say with a giggle as you try to reassure him, but which only leads him to look at you even wider eyed

“It’s Theo’s” You continue as you sit down on the red sofa, “He kinda cheated on me so y’know he deserved it”

You play with your hands in your lap as you look up at Clay who's now sitting next to you with an unreadable expression.

“Well he fucking deserved it then” He says breaking the silence as you look up to meet his gaze, “If you we’re my girl I’d cut my balls of before cheating on you”

You let out an obnoxious laugh while he follows you, “I’m serious though i would never do that your to fucking hot for that”

“Yeah yeah” You breathe out as u tip ur head back on the sofa as you let Clay’s eyes rake over your body

“So any plans now that your single” He was obviously trying to hint at you, so you played along, dumb as a button

“I dunno Clay, do you have any ideas for me?” You said sliding across the sofa, closer to the blonde boy

He hands trail over the blood on your shirt, picking some up and dragging his hand onto your jawline pulling your face up to his, so close but so fucking far, “I have a few ideas”

“Yeah”, You breathe out, “Show me”

Both of you lips interlock at a slow pace at first until he pulls your face away from his to breathe but his gaze drops to your spit covered lips and flushed out look before he smashes them up together for the second time and pulls you onto straddle his lap.

“God every fucking time i saw you with that prick I wanted to kill myself.” He confessed, letting his hands graze up your sides pulling your top off.

All you do in response is giggle whilst you tip your head back so he can lay a trail of saccharine sweet kisses from the base of your neck down to your tits. Your hands scratch his shoulders, bawling his shirt in your first hoping he’ll take it off.

And if satans looking out for you, he pulls his shirt of ruffling if his hair and goes back to attack your chest with love bites, your hands reach to the back of his head grabbing a tuft of his hair as you throw your head back and moan as his teeth catch your nipples in his mouth.

“Clay, fuck oh my god” You moaned out, his hands moved to flip up your skirt and fondling your ass while you grind down on his hardened dick, then he takes shuffles around with his belt pulling it of and tossing it on the ground keeping you too connected with the bloody kisses falling from your lips on to his tan skin.

“Whenever he kissed you, touched you, my skin felt like it was on fucking fire,” He pulls of his pants with one swift motion as they fall to the ground with a light, airy thud, “He doesn’t fucking deserve you, your too hot for him,”

You pull off of him to stare into his eyes, “Clay, I adore you, but if you bring up my ex one more damn time while were about to have sex I’m getting up and leaving” You say will as emotionless of a face you can pull.

He airs out a breathy laugh but rather than replying he flips the two of you over onto the sofa and rips your skirt of, “Yes ma’am,” He starts, “But we both know your not leaving to go anywhere”

He looks for a condom but you stop him, “I’m on birth control and your clean, don’t worry”, you say with the most poise you can muster whilst your under a 6 foot 3 man

With his new found confidence, he lines up your entrance with his dick, carefully sliding in, going gently through your folds whilst you arch into the motion gasping out for him,

As your hands hook around his head to pull both of you into a kiss, he sets a ruthless pace, pounding into you like his life depends on it but not letting you relish a single moment of freedom.

He doesn’t stop for a second, not letting you rest whilst the entire room echos with sounds of skin slapping and it doesn’t stop, turning the melody of your skins coming in contact and the rhythm of your synched breathless moans turns the room into a orchestra of pleasure and carnal desire as both of you chase your release.

And it’s not far, you cum first with a loud moan and arching your back with your mouth in an O shape and he’s not far behind cumming in you and dropping down on to you to place more hickeys all over you and claim you even more as his.

They say revenge is an act of passion, and while your laying there, breath panting, legs sore and your ex-boyfriends biggest rival laying on top of you rubbing circles into your skin… you can’t help but think their right, because what’s a bigger act of passion than sex? And what’s a bigger form of revenge than betrayal? And the best betrayal is the sight of your ex-boyfriend watching you limp out of a dressing room with your hair and makeup messed up whilst his rival follows behind you in an even worse state.

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eml0tz · 10 months

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DREAM SMUT

I NEED HIS HAND INSIDE ME

smut undercut 🤓☝️

His skilled hands were non stop between my legs his middle and ring finger working me whilst his thumb teases my bundle of nerves as his third finger is lingering near my entrance

his eyes are trained to where his fingers are inside me as his other hand is in my mouth and i work his fingers just to sooth my oral fixation

i whine because he speeds his fingers up and i know he will never get tired

my moans must get loud because he moves his fingers to my breast and toys with my nipples to stimulate me

he can tell when i’m getting there because i’m arching into his touch and his lips pull into a mischievous grin

“cmon angel cum on my fingers” he says low and demanding but also soft

i almost react immediately and push my head back and arching as far as possible and his fingers pet my insides and everything in my body pulls tight and releasing on his fingers

“you can’t say that” i sniffle wobbly still cum laxed as he scoffs

“what because my words can make you cum?” he asks as he reaches for a towel and water wiping me down.

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thatonecoryosimp · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit. Stepdad!Dream x Reader

I- well... I don't have an excuse for writing this. By the way, I do not support having any romantic/sexual relations with stepfamily, this is all fiction and should be treated as such. I didn't use pronouns for the reader and afab body parts.

Words: 1,867

Warnings: Age gap, stepcest (Please don't have sex with your step siblings/parents), slight degradation, cheating (I do not condone this either, once again, purely fictional), choking, handcuffs, hair pulling, toys, daddy kink, slight overstim.

Started: 7/24/2022

Finished: 8/2/2022

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Ever since my mom brought home her new boyfriend when I was eighteen, I knew I was in trouble. It was so hard to not stare at him, he was beautiful in every way. From his dirty blonde hair that had some semblance of grey streaks on the side, to his emerald eyes that would burn into my soul.

It only got worse after they got married. My mom had rushed so quick with him, getting engaged only a month after dating and having their wedding 8 months after. I had just freshly finished up high school and was moving out for college when he first moved in, at the time I was thanking my lucky stars that I wouldn't have to live with him for more than two weeks, but by the end, I was almost begging myself not to leave.

Nothing ever explicitly happened during those two weeks, but it was the way he would trail his hands down my shoulders whenever my mom wasn't around. How he would purposefully brush up against me whenever he walked by, the way he would lean close to me to the point where I could feel his breathing fan across my skin.

After I left my mind was always going to him on lonely nights. During the times I couldn't fall asleep and dipped my hands under the elastic of my shorts in the hopes of release.

Everything was fine, after a few months of being at college, the thought of Clay started to fade. He became more of a distant old fantasy than a man that lived in my head rent-free.

But then I had to go back for Christmas.

The house smelt of my mom's amazing cooking. The aroma filled my senses and helped me forget about my worries about her husband. That was until he stepped in front of me and pulled me into his chest.

"Hey, beautiful! It's so good to have you home again," he greeted in a cheery tone as he took a step away from me but kept his hands on my shoulders. I smiled, a slight blush creeping on my face.

"Hey, Clay. Where's my mom?"

"Oh, she's in the kitchen, darling."

I smiled and took a step back, placing my luggage on the floor and darting into the kitchen.

I greeted my mom with a happy hello and a warm hug. I was determined to not let Clay ruin my time home.

~~~

We had an amazing Christmas Eve dinner, one of the best in years, and for once I was able to forget about the weird tension between Clay and me. If only it lasted.

On Christmas morning I was woken up to the sound of my alarm blaring, I had thrown the covers off and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Clay was sitting at the island counter sipping on an energy drink.

"No Christmas breakfast?" I asked in a playful tone. Clay's head snapped in my direction and a smile pulled at his lips.

"No, doll, but if you're really that desperate I'm sure I could stuff you."

A blush rose on my cheeks but I brushed it off, letting out an awkward chuckle. He stood up and started walking to me in slow steps. For every step he took, I took one back. But then I was pressed against the wall and he was caging me in.

"I'm serious, y'know. Don't even think I don't see how you look at me." He started leaning in, his lips just an inch from mine, and right as I was about to close the distance we heard my mom open the door to her bedroom.

Clay pulled away quickly and I let out a whine. He looked at me and smirked.

"Don't worry, darling, you'll get your present later."

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By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I had thrown myself into bed in a flurry of less-than-graceful movements. It didn't take long for my eyes to close and for sleep to surround me.

I was awoken by a dip in the bed. My head shot up only to be held back down. I heard a familiar chuckle as my eyes found striking emerald eyes just inches from my face.

"You didn't think I would back down, did you? I have a present for you."

He leaned over to flick on my lamp light so I could see properly, in his hands sat a bright pink dildo and a pair of handcuffs. My eyes widened in shock and I heard him laugh.

"If at any point you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?" I nodded. "Good, now come here, stand in front of me."

I did as told, pushing off the blankets and moving to stand in front of where he was sitting.

"Strip."

My face heated and my eyes widened. My hands went to my shirt first, pulling the fabric over my shoulders. I could see him smirk slightly. My hands went to my pants and tugged them down before stepping out of them.

"Good, now turn around and put your wrists together behind your back."

I obeyed, legs working before I could even process what I was doing.

I could feel the metal of the handcuffs against my skin before I heard the click of them being locked into place.

I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me backward so I was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest.

His hands went to my thighs and he pulled them apart, his hand dipping down to my folds.

"Already so fucking wet for your daddy, huh? You're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy," I managed to let out in a breathy whimper as his fingers started rubbing circles on my clit. My head tilted back to lean against him further, a moan escaping my lips as he pressed a bit harder.

Suddenly I felt pressure at my entrance, I looked down to see him pressing the tip of the dildo to my folds.

"Want me to push it in, baby? Want me to use a plastic cock to get you off?"

"Yes, daddy, please!"

As soon as the words slipped from my mouth I felt the cold plastic slip between my folds. The toy was big, stretching me to a point I didn’t think would be physically possible. Once it was fully seated in me Clay seemed to pause.

“Is this still alright, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, feels so good,” I slurred out.

At my words he started quickly moving the toy in and out of me, a strangled cry left my lips as I arched my back against his chest. His free hand came up to my mouth.

"Quiet, darling, wouldn't want your mother to wake up."

I bit my lip and I felt his hand travel to my neck, squeezing the sides of it just enough to barely constrict my breathing.

"Daddy~, I'm gonna- gonna cum," I sputtered.

His hand grew tighter, "No you're fucking not."

I let out a noise of question before I felt him pull the dildo out. I whined but he just chuckled.

"Don't worry, little bitch, daddy's gonna fill ya up."

He shifted me onto the bed, him now laying between my outstretched legs.

He pulled off the sweater he was wearing and gave me a full view of the muscular expanse of his chest. I felt my lips part slightly as I stared. He looked up at me and chuckled.

His hands went to his sweats, quickly pulling down his boxers with them. He kicked them off, throwing them somewhere on the floor as he pressed his lips to mine.

"Think you can take me, doll?"

"Yes, please just fuck me."

He smiled again and I felt the tip of his cock being pressed to my cunt as he lined himself up. Soon enough he had slipped himself into my puffy lips and I leaned back, letting out a strangled moan as I did.

"You're so fucking wet."

I let out a whine as his hands came up to my chest, squeezing my nipples and tugging at the sensitive buds.

"Can I move?"

I quickly nodded and I felt his hips pull back before pushing back in. He started at a brutal pace, wrapping a hand around my throat while his other one was on the bed helping him stay stable.

Moans and whines were falling from my lips, and I could hear soft groans coming from the man above me.

I could feel my high pooling in my lower stomach, I fought against the restraints so I could try and grab onto him, but to no avail.

"Daddy, may I please cum? Please?" I managed to get out.

"Yes, doll. cum on daddy's cock."

I absent-mindedly nodded as I felt myself clench around him before finally, I unraveled.

I cried out, my vision becoming hazy. After a few moments, I had come back, realizing he was still thrusting into me at a sharp pace.

I cried out, the feeling of overstimulation becoming very prominent.

"I'm gonna cum, doll. Can I come inside?"

I quickly nodded, "I'm on the pill."

He groaned and nodded before I felt his hand move to my clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

I cried out, the overstim bleeding into pleasure as I felt the knot building again.

"You can give me another, can't you? Wanna cum with daddy?"

I nodded again and heard him laugh before his thrusts started getting sloppy. I felt his cock twitch inside me and his movements on my clit sped up.

My back arched into him and he pressed his head into the crook of my neck, "Cum, doll."

I obeyed, tipping over the edge again as I felt him slow and thrust one more time before hot ropes of cum started to cover my walls.

We sat there for a few moments, him hovering over me while we panted.

I felt him slip out and get up, he went to grab our clothes. He sat me up and unlocked the handcuffs, sitting them on my bedside table before slipping my shirt over my head.

"I'm gonna go get a rag, alright?"

I nodded.

He came back a few moments later and then cleaned us both up.

He slipped his clothes on before handing me my underwear.

He smiled at me and leaned over, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"If your mother wasn't home, I'd stay here with you."

I smiled.

"She's going on a trip all next week, and I'll still be home."

He smirked, "Well, we'll have some bonding time next week," he whispered before glancing over at the handcuffs.

I blushed and shook my head.

He pressed his lips to mine again before pulling away.

He stood and walked to the door, before leaving he turned back.

"Goodnight, doll."

"G'night, Clay," I muttered as I turned my light off. I snuggled into the sheets, my eyes closing as I let out a pleased sigh, although it was hard to ignore the feeling of guilt, but that was future me's problem.

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That was the longest fic I have ever written. Took me like a week and it isn't even edited. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Once again, please please please, don't cheat and don't have sex with stepfamily.

Stay safe, and drink water.

I love you,

~Ace <3

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