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ghostface!dream x fem!reader

BLURB: you’re out in the woods taking a walk and gathering supplies for you and your friends sapnap, karl, and george. you all have been trying to take down dream, the faceless man who has been terrorizing you all for months. he isn’t supposed to strike for weeks... so you assume it’s safe to go out into the woods alone. that is until you run into a certain someone, and he has plans for you that no one would suspect.

tw: nsfw, smut, knife play, degradation,,, minors dni!

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the moon shone down against the tall trees, slightly illuminating the path that lead into the woods nearby your camp. karl and sapnap were creating weapons while george was mapping routes and setting up new defense mechanisms against dream.

“i’m going to go for a walk.” you blurt out, raising from the campfire you had been sat at for what felt like hours.

“don’t go too far,” karl says, not looking up from what he’s working on. “remember to stay in shouting distance. dream shouldn’t be here for a long time, but he’s so clever that you never know.”

rolling your eyes, you start on your journey. the forest is so beautiful at night, you wish that you could set up camp there and pretend dream’s daunting threats don’t exist.

you knew how dangerous dream was. he was smart and cunning, and you didn’t even know what he looked like. he wore a white circular mask with a plain smiley face stretching from right to left ear.

you felt as if you had been walking for forever, but that didn’t bother you. the boys knew you could spend the entire night out here, so they let you stay out for awhile usually. that is, until you hear a branch snap and leaves crumble underneath someone’s shoe behind you.

flinging around immediately, you stumble backwards against a tree.

“karl? sapnap?” your voice ventures as your eyes dart around frantically. “it’s not funny. if you’re out here to tell me to come back, just come out.” you plead as you can feel your heartbeat in your chest.

no response.

as minutes passed, you knew this wasn’t any of the boys. you were frozen against the tree, your hands shaking and your body going numb. the only thing you could do was scream at yourself in your head, saying, you need to run now, or you’re going to die.

your legs listened to your brain and took off in an instant. it was so dark now, you could barely see anything in front of you. you had made it only a few steps before feeling a hand latch around your wrist, pulling you backwards and shoving you up against a tree. your head hit the tree hard, but it only took seconds to realize who this was.

dream.

he towered over you at six foot three. he wore the horrifying white mask that smiled down at you as he tilted his head to the side. poking out the top was fluffy dirty blonde hair.

“aren’t you a pretty little thing?” you could hear the smirk in dream’s voice.

looking up at him with big, terrified eyes, you open your mouth to scream. he raises up a hand, and wow, was it big. he pushes one hand against your mouth tightly, and the other slithers to his waist band, pulling out a knife.

“oh come on,” dream groaned, taking the sharp knife and edging it towards your throat. you froze, knowing the slightest movement could have you killed. “you don’t want to have fun with me?”

you slowly shook your head no, feeling the tip of the knife ever so lightly jab into the skin on your neck.

“scream, and the next thing you’ll know is death,” the man hissed, removing the hand from your mouth. he slowly caressed your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. the motion made your cheeks turn red and your stomach churn. “god, no wonder the boys had been hiding you from me.” he said as he continued to admire you. his face was inches away from yours, the knife still lightly pressed against your neck.

“please don’t hurt me.” your voice comes out soft and barely above of a whimper.

dream rose his now free hand to his mask, pulling it off slowly and tossing it to the ground. underneath was a very attractive man, with a chiseled jawline and stubble dotting his face. your mouth dropped as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“look at you, you’re so weak,” he laughed, ignoring your plead. his voice made your stomach float with butterflies, but also knives. he scared the fuck out of you, but there was something inside of you telling you that he wasn’t going to seriously hurt you.

taking the knife away from your throat and sliding it back into his waistband, he moved his head towards your neck. “such a weak, pretty girl.” he mumbled into the skin on your neck. your breath hitched as you felt him start to suck lightly, gradually going harder. you knew it was wrong, and you were trying so hard not to enjoy it.

that is until something between the line of a whimper and small moan escaped from your lips as he lightly bit at the nape of your neck.

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed into your neck, your mouth wide open in pleasure as he kept going.

next thing you know, he’s sliding your shirt off your head and kissing and sucking further down your body. he moves his lips down the middle of your breasts, then taking both of his hands and wrapping them around each of them. he massages them gently, taking his sweet time.

when he’s done, his lips move down your stomach, planting kisses down the entirety of it. he stops at your waistline, and stands back up.

“you’re actually enjoying this,” dream chuckles as he pulls the knife out again. the warm feeling you had been feeling has now been replaced with terror. dream senses you tense up, and smirks down at you. he places the point of the knife in-between your breasts, pressing into your skin ever so lightly. he drags it down your body until it reaches your waistline. he then spins it around your skin, playing with you. “fuck, i could kill you so easily.” he muttered under his breath. your body tenses up once again, freezing in shock. you attempt to muster up the courage to say anything, but nothing comes out.

“i have other plans for you, though.”

in the matter of an instant, dream tosses the knife onto the ground and picks you up by your legs. your legs instantly wrapped around his body as if they had always belonged there. he presses his cold lips against yours, slowly kissing you. it felt so good, the connection between you two, but you didn’t want to admit it. you couldn’t admit it.

dream sped up the process by turning his slow, soft kiss into a rough, heavy one. his tongue slipped into your mouth, sometimes battling with your own tongue. fuck, it felt so good. you felt yourself beginning to turn wet as you were rubbing against his torso.

slowly setting your legs back down onto the ground, dream pushed you back up against the tree, a large hand wrapping around your neck. he squeezed the sides as he still had his lips connected to yours. a soft moan escaped your lips into his mouth.

“look at you,” dream cooed as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you were saddened by the action, but you could tell this wasn’t the end. “you’re a little slut, hm?”

dream’s hand found his way towards the hem of your pants. he unbuttoned them with ease, slipping one towards your clit, his other hand still wrapped around your small neck.

“fucking answer me.” he growled into your ear. he began to circle your clit with ease using only his middle finger. the action cause a string of moans to escape your lips, mouth wide open.

“mhm, just for you.” was all you managed to choke out as dream began to rub your clit much faster.

“good girl,” he groaned into your ear, as if your own pleasure was getting him off as well. “such a good little girl.”

“p-please,” you whimpered. “please finger me. i need you.” you begged, earning a grin from the man.

“someone’s needy,” without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside of you, dragging them back in and out slowly. “you are so fucking wet.” his fingers hit so many spots, much more than you could hit on your own considering how large his hands are. he pumps them in and out, picking up the pace and shoving them in harder.

“fuck, dream, I-I’m so close.” you squealed, more moans coming from your mouth. he picks up the pace for a few more seconds, and then takes his fingers out, stopping you from your release. disappointingly, you frown at the man.

“you get to come when i get to come,” dream smirks, taking his two fingers that were just inside you and inserting them into his own mouth. “you taste so fucking good, pretty girl.”

as you stand there pressed against the tree, almost in a trance-like state, dream backs away from you and tosses his shirt over his head and onto the ground. he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. pulling his underwear down, his huge dick is revealed, him then pressing against your body. your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t be so scared, love,” dream teases. “it’s only going to hurt for a second.”

dream then unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side. he rips off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare.

he wastes no time inserting his dick inside of you. he clasps his hand onto your mouth as you scream out in pain. the screams turn into muffled sounds under his hand. he was so big, and you were so wet, but the size was hurting you so good.

“fuck, you’re tight.” he groans.

and he was right, it only took a few seconds before the pain turned into pure pleasure. he started stroking into you slow, then started to speed up right away. his dick was hitting spots you thought were unimaginable, heavy moans escaping your lips and going right into his hand.

“look at you, fucking the bad guy,” he smirks as his pace picks up once more, his cock slamming into you at a fast-paced speed. “what would they think of you? all submissive and fuckable to the guy you’re supposed to be killing.”

it feels so good, and you’re so close to finishing. you’re both moaning and whimpering into each other’s ears.

“i-i’m gonna come.” you manage to squeak out.

dream locks his eyes onto yours as he continues his fast-paced fucking. his cock is going in and out at a rapid pace, and you can’t control yourself any longer.

you begin to come on his cock, only turning him on even more. he rams into you much faster, and you can tell he’s about to finish as well. your whimpering moans turn into loud, high pitched ones that only make dream more turned on.

“fuck,” he sputters as you feel his warm cum filling you up. he’s still pumping in and out of you, your body feeling completely numb with pleasure.

he releases his grip from you, and your legs are shaking and so numb that you have no other option but to slide down the tree, hugging your knees to your chest.

dream slips his underwear and pants back on, along with his socks. he loops a belt around his waist before tossing you the shirt he once was wearing.

confused, you slip it over your head so you’re not exposed. it smells of pine needles and tree bark; it smells of dream.

“come with me.” dream says softly, offering you his hand. you take it, standing up next to him. he towers over you as his beautiful blue-green eyes stare into yours. the shirt he gave you covered the entirety of your body as it was much too big on you.

“i-i don’t know.” is all you manage to spit out. the thoughts in your brain are moving a million miles an hour and your body still feels numb.

“i’m not giving you a choice after that.” dream smirks devilishly.

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