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404bvr · 3 years ago

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holding out for a hero

cw // fwb, god complex, AFAB reader given the name bee, several sexual situations, breeding kink, unprotected sex, reader is on birth control, sexual assault mentioned, spiked drink, sexual assailant references, vomiting, pegging?? just a smidgeon, exhibitionism, goo-ey squishy tentacles used for sex, minors DNI my second piece for @saphub's red flags event!!

- - you had no idea what would happen the day you met him. you were out for a night with your friends at a bar, the three of you having decided to take a quick break from the mundane life of your nine to five. the other two had deemed it completely necessary that you spend a night dancing, drinking, and blatantly forgetting each and every one of your problems, but you would have personally preferred to stay home, order in, and maybe catch up on all those episodes of that medical drama that's been hogging all your pvr storage. nevertheless, it had been over two months since you'd last been engaging in real world activites aside from leaving your hermit home to go grocery shopping, so a bit of socialization wouldn't be the absolute worst thing to ever happen to you. they neglected to tell you, however, that they'd be taking you to a bar downtown that was considered synonymous with hookups in bathroom stalls, mid-dancefloor, and even a familiar back alley that you'd happen to have seen in one or two exhibitionist pornos. now, it wouldn't be too terrible if you hadn't have dressed in a sleek knockoff red tom ford dress and those embarrassingly bright burgundy pumps you got as a gag gift from one of said friends. but because you had, you were in every single man's sight, getting wolf-whistled at, having your ass gifted with harsh smacks, and even having a few rounds of "free" drinks bestowed on your trio. it was safe to say that you were currently eye-candy beyond compare, especially with how your friends continuously left you sat atop a lone barstool while the duo would go off to hit on other patrons of the establishment. which led you to now, when you were currently working your way through your third free drink of the night, a sex on the beach, gotta love the late night creeps prowling, when the lights began to feel especially bright, the room's ceiling moving a tad too fast. the strange feeling overwhelming you honestly gave some sense to that saying, what was the one? ah. the carpet out from your feet. that's how you're here now, bee. disoriented, dazed, regretting each decision that brought you into this god foresaken place, where girls young enough to be confused for seniors carry fake ids to come in, score, and shake their asses for cash. where lowlife thugs lurk in the corners to prey on those seeming weak and vulnerable. where predators wait for your guard to slip even in the slightest, ready to hop aboard any opportunity to tear you apart. your mind is racing while the room around you continues to pirouette an elegant ballet, known formally as spiked liqueur, or knwon coloquially as a cosby special. you can't quite place whether it was the first, the second, or that final beverage that was the lucky one that managed to successfully get you off your feet, stumbling to the bathroom in a dizzy stupor. your friends don't even notice the lack of the you-shaped body in the stool you were occupying, so you reckon that by tomorrow, you'll have their heads on pikes, given you survive this drugging without being kidnapped and sold to the sex trade. while you stumble clumsily towards the bathroom, a man grabs you, seemingly kind with his intentions, giving you a toothy smile with silver caps on his front teeth. strange, the things you notice when all colours are faded and swirling together into intricate paintaings before your very eyes. "i'll help you, doll, don't you worry. i'll take good care of you." had you been a tad bit more sober or undrugged, you'd have noticed the malice mixed within melancholic words, but considering your significant inebriation both by choice and by chance, you could only accept the man's gracious help towards a bathroom stall in the mens room. the only part of your mind untouched by the drug tickling the very ends of your nerves is screaming to run and never return, abandon your so-called friends for being so negligent considering how desparately they wanted you out of your apartment, but since you have little to no control over your body that shambles down to its knees before the

cold porcelain bowl, you merely hope- nay, pray- for a divine intervention, a deus ex machina, anything to save you from something absolutely horrid. before anything else can be thought in that racing mind of yours, you lean forward and being to upchuck, your esophagus aching from the bile escaping so violently to rid your body of whatever toxin has found its way inside you. sadly, because you're so focused on purging your body from all unholy things from within it, you fail to notice that the man who had just shown a sliver of human decency towards you is unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal against the freezing, grungy tile floors beneath your quivering knees. while you're still heaving to get the worst of it out, a new liquid begins to pour from your face; salty tears. they stream down your cheeks as you feel a firm, unrelenting hand grip at your hair with the intention to tug, before it's... gone. there's a flash of clarity in your mind as you hurry to blink the tears away, turning as quickly as possible considering your altered state of mind. then, you see it. your divine intervention, staring you right in the eyes. - - clay had merely been coming down to make sure his best buddy, nick, wasn't sneaking into a bar with a forged id in hand. last time, he'd been lucky enough to have caught the guy with his pants down, since the cop was actually out to drink on the job, which was a crime in and of itself. an officer of the peace getting hammered on the taxpayer's dime?? less to worry about than a twenty-year old with a wad of cash in his pocket looking for a drink at a bar. he knew his friend would get in much more trouble if he were found on a repeat offence, maybe even spend some time in a cell, but knowing nick, clay thought the sweet, shy kid would never last in a drunk tank, let alone facing a charge for forged identification, which would accompany quite the hefty fine. thankfully, he himself was over the age and was quite used to the bouncer at the door, having been here before for this exact reason a few times. his eyes scan the bar in a sporadic, yet effective, investigative fashion, before he spies a girl he swore he'd seen in a dream before. a silk red dress with a high front but a low back, a sad frown on her face, and two and a half empty glasses of different shapes sitting before her. he hadn't been able to notice your friends, hence their irresponsible decision to leave you by yourself to fend off the creeps of the night, but he had noticed how you seemed like the kind of person he attracted in his life; down on their luck, needing a pick-me-up, and generally seeming isolated. isolated, now that he was used to. each of his few friends he had understood isolation, that might have been how they found him. it's how they've kept his secret hidden so well, after all. the secret in question? that this tall blondie with the sun-kissed skin adorned with freckles and eyes green enough to put the freshest grass to shame is not a human. no, he's rather half of the superpowered vigilante known throughout the city as dream. the one responsible for saving dozens of innocent civilians from death or other harm, having thwarted six different robbery attempts, and acted upon several hundred other good-guy odd-jobs, such as missing pets, cats stuck in trees, and things of the sort. now, he was supposed to be looking for nick, but he knew that his friend would, inevitably, be fine, in fact he was most definitely at home simply dozed off at his desk after finishing the newest of their programming projects. so, why not indulge in a little bit of typical social interaction? maybe bring another person into his life, this one being an awfully attractive female? lo and behold, the moment he begins his confident strides towards you, you're stumbling out of your stool towards the nearest bathroom. his brows knit in concern as he tails close behind, ready to reach over and help at any time, but a shorter, much more predatory man beats him to it. "piss off, asshole. i can take real good care of 'er," the man hums,

the word usage not slipping past clay whatsoever, him in fact furrowing his brows in response, about to open his mouth to form a proper retort when the man merely shuffles you away. now, any other man would give up and move along, but the alarm bells are continuing to flare in his mind, having the deepest anxiety that the moment you would be left alone with this stranger you would be taken advantage of. so, he follows the two of you into the bathroom, ready to intervene at a split-seconds notice. - - "hey, are you alright?" your hero questions, aiding you to your feet and stabilizing you with his hands so respectfully being placed to your shoulders. under any other circumstance, you'd find this man to be striking enough to hop into bed with, but considering that your mind has only just ceased its endless pounding and your breath reeks of shittily made cocktails and bile, that has to wait for another day. "i saw him bring you in here, i- i had no idea he would be that bold, i'm so sorry, i would have intervened earlier if i'd have known-" "thank you," is all you reply, drunkenly looking the man in his eyes, noticing the enchanting swirls of green and how they seem to actively twist and spread across his irises. "pl-ease take me h-oome." and that's all you manage to plead before your mind slips into an unconscious blur, your body swaying for a brief moment before you begin to collapse. clay hurriedly grabs hold of you, keeping you upright enough to not smash your head on the bowl of the toilet and die on the floor of this shitty downtown bar. "i- where is it?.." he tries asking you, but alas, you're in no such state to answer, so with a soft sigh and a shake of his head, this man lifts you with a soft huff of air from the exerted effort, carrying you out of the bathroom as if you're the most delicate parcel in the world. the walk to his house isn't too long, he reasons, and surely nick nor george would question the leo's protective urge towards you, the same one that had saved each of them from dire circumstances more than once each. "ope, excuuuse me," clay hums as he squeezes through the crowded bar, carrying the absolutely bombed sweetheart in his arms out of the terribly crude and dangerous venue, beginning the long trek home. you wouldn't wake until the morning to over a thousand missed messages from your friends, followed by dozens of calls each, the duo having never been made aware of any plans for you to leave with some stranger to hook-up, so they had automatically assumed the worst. now, had they met clay, however, they would find it was the exact opposite. - - the first sensation you're privy to as your eyes flutter open is the cistinct smell of frying bacon, gradually followed by the sound of sizzling in a pan and the sound of metal against metal, scraping and flipping. the bone-tired feeling is nothing new to you. the environment that smells of citrus and sand, however, is. you cannot immediately place the location around you, so your heart begins hammering in your chest. glancing down, you had been changed out of your old clothes, but from a groggy glance downwards, there's no visible red flags of being beaten, raped, or anything of the sorts. in fact, you were still wearing the same maroon panties as the night before, the tag sticking out the same way it was when you had left for the bar. that would explain the strength of the citrus scent, you reckon as you begin to stretch yourself awake, from whoever's hoodie and shorts these are. while you begin to rationalize that this may not be the worst outcome from the night before, a soft trill sounds from the side of the bed. peeking over the side of the mattress, a lovely little cat with the sweetest green eyes sits below, asking for permission to come up and investigate. a soft giggle leaves you, your hand patting the empty space beside you atop the bed, as the cat jumps up with a happy purr. you're about to make a bit more room for the feline to sleep when it treads right into your lap, taking a moment to settle in before plopping itself down,

looking up at you with a meow. "she seems to like you already," a smooth voice full of timbre speaks from the doorway, a light-hearted chuckle following as you glance upwards in that direction, being met with the sight of the man you recognized just before blacking out the night prior. the one you had wanted to jump your bones, your mind embarrassingly supplies. "that's a good sign. she's only ever not liked a few people, and that was... well, pretty justified," his laugh grows into one you find far more endearing, one that borders on a wheeze but it's still so light and playful in its mannerisms. you had heard once that a true, honest laugh reveals more about a person than any personality test, astrology sign, or psychological evaluation could ever attempt to achieve. from this single laugh, you can tell this man is kind, he's got a heart of gold, and he's a fan of doing things for others. perhaps a love language, but that would require further examination and evidence. "i'm clay. sorry that this isn't, y'know, your house. you kinda dropped before i could get the address out of you," he smiles so sincerely, taking a slow step forward with a plate of delectable smelling food in hand. your mouth begins to water effortlessly, your hand coming up to wipe your lips, anticipating a line of drool to leave the confinement of your mouth. "it's- thank you. it's, uh, perfectly fine. you didn't have to bring me to your place, though. you could've just helped me to my friends house." his eyebrows shoot up as he then goes a bit straight-faced. "... is this friend named ollie, by any chance?" he mutters, posture stiffening as he sets the plate down on the bedside table. you nod quickly, him clearing his throat to give a sheepish chuckle. "that- that explains who was calling you so much," he whispers, looking down at his feet. ah, a pretty one. except for having some kind of major red flag, he was nearly your type; tall, strong, animal lover, some kind of crazy. it's too soon to tell, however, so you decide to keep that in mind. "they kinda ditched me, though, so it's their own fucking fault that they're worried. shouldn't have went off dancing and chasing ass," you shrug, giving the sweet man a reassuring smile. "thank you again, by the way. i'm bee." his shoulders begin to loosen up as a cheeky grin comes to his face. "ah, well, now i feel way less guilty." - - it wasn't too long after that you found yourself to be a big fan of clay. he would show up regularly to drive you to work - always claiming that he's a freelance programmer so all that mattered to him was project completion - and make scattered appearances between the beginning of your shift and the end, bringing you lunch and pleasant company at all times, even driving you to take you out elsewhere to eat. now, because of this positive platonic relationship, it was strange when clay had suggested a fuck buddy arrangement. sure, you found him insanely rugged and would opt to marry him any other day, but it just surprised you, being so out of the blue. nevertheless, you agreed. although you had expected it to kick in right away and the man to begin kissing you and pulling you apart right then and there, he had the common courtesy to wait a few days, then come forward with several different pieces of paper. it took you four hours to go over all limits, kinks, and rules for the dynamic, and while it took a bit of the fun out of the spontaniety of the idea, the thorough nature your friend had been pursuing was definitely a turn-on, which would make the first sex be especially spectacular. it began after a long day at work. you had the genius idea to slink away into your bathroom in a bubble bath with some calm lo-fi playing in the background from your phone's speakers, the hot water both scalding your skin and soothing the ache in your muscles. then you heard the door open, followed by a familiar stepping pattern. a slight trip over your front rug, the subtle double thumps against the baseboard of the front hall as clay removes his shoes, and the jingle of keys that

spin around a single finger as he walks inside. "bee? you home yet? your door was locked, i actually found where i put that key you gave me, believe it or not-" he laughs, searching for you. when he hears the muffled beats from the bathroom door, he stops for a moment, mentally processing what this means. after a moment of mental deliberation, he knocks. you surprise yourself when you hum a "come in" in reply, sitting up instead of allowing the foamy bubbles to shield your nude form. his eyes widen as he comes in, eyes flickering from your face to your chest to the peaks of your hips, to the perked buds on your chest. he's speechless, in the sweetest, most caveman way possible. he's fixated, as the lingo goes, on the two mounds that adorn your chest. "well, close the door. you're letting all the steam out," you hum, giving a sultry little giggle that shuts off all other reasonable thoughts in his mind, the puppydog personality of your best friend kicking into high gear as he simply turns to shut the door, scrambling over to you with an awkward gait, considering the newly forming tent in his sweats. he had simply come over to visit after work, not to be roped into the intiating sex that would change your friendship forever. as he reaches the side of the tub, he's absolutely shell-shocked, hand reaching forward to touch before he can even process it. "ho... holy shit," he breathes out, large hand beginning to lift and massage your left breast, eyes still locked on them. the brutish nature of this is quite endearing to you, a soft giggle seeping from your lips as his eyes then snap up to meet yours, a smile bracing his face. "you're so hot for being so annoying all the time," he scoffs playfully, a squeak leaving you as you try to laugh at his reply. "mhm, all for," you moan as you break up your sentence, his fingers going suddenly from experimental carressing to skilled pinching at your peaks. "who- whoever would get to see me." this makes him hum a bit, a little fire lighting up his eyes. "oh? it wasn't just for me? you some kind of- some kind of whore?" he snickers, his smile beginning to crinkle his eyes, his pearly white teeth sinking into his upper lip to contain a little huff of air. just as he's about to lift his second hand to your other breast, you pull back a bit, a confused whine leaving the transfixed man. "well? you coming in or not?" you chime, sitting a bit more forward to leave space for the giantesque man. he straightens his posture momentarily before giving a giddy babble, starting to tug his shirt off and getting himself undressed in order to properly enter the bath and allow your friendship to ascend amongst holier levels where unholy activities transpire. it's not weird to watch him undress, you remind yourself, the guilt easily washing away with the heat of the sud-soaked water as you watch your best friend strip. you're absolutely breath taken by the time he's done. who knew that such a boisterous asshole who chimed in with a "you called?" whenever said god would actually be shaped like- like some grecian deity? the way his skin was tinted just the slightest bit from the bright rays of the sun, yet you had never really seen him spend more than a few moments a day outside? the way he had just enough muscles flexing beneath oceans of freckles, yet you had many times rested your head on a stomach of pure plush delight? the way he had so many times been teased for "compensating", yet with the physical evidence you saw 'fore you, you knew where all that confidence truly originated from. "is clay-watching your new hobby or something, bee? i know i'm hot, but you don't have to open your legs for me or anything," he coos, a hearty little wheeze leaving him with no air in his lungs as you snap out of your stupor, face flushed a bright pink at the fact that you had been caught. he kicks his pants off of his feet as he steps into the tub, recoiling at the heat. "what the fuck! what is it with you and nick, boiling alive like- like little gremlins!" this complaint, however, reminds you of the purely

sexual nature of this encounter, so you swallow your laughter and press your bottom against his hardened shaft. now this gets his attention, his eyes snapping down to you as he clears his throat. "listen, i uh, have something to tell you, bee..." you turn your head slightly to look at your friend, his posture shrinking in on itself in its telltale manner that warns you of something he'd been keeping to himself. "go on," you hum, giving him a reassuring smile, grabbing his arm and soothingly rubbing his skin with your thumb. with a deep exhale, he nods a bit, looking into your eyes. "i'm dream. the one with the weird green goo-ey tentacles, the one that wears a smile mask whenever he's saving the city, the one that- the one that saves everyone in the end." he admits, voice dropping barely above a whisper. you're nothing but baffled, considering this was the same man you had trusted with your entire life, but it made an extraordinary amount of sense as to how he could sense every single time you felt uneasy, how he managed to bring you such great comfort. it all clicked in that very moment, just as a wet, slimy appendage rubs itself against your cheek in a reassuring gesture. you shiver a bit at the feeling, then holding it in your one hand, the man behind you quite surprised by this. you press a kiss to the slippery limb, then stroking it in a slow, lewd manner. you don't miss the way his face contorts to have his jaw hanging open, his eyes rolling momentarily into his skull with a little pretty groan leaving his lips. a shiver runs down your spine as a sudden new intruder is slithering near your clit, applying the strangest new pressure you've ever felt. a little whimper leaves you as you continue handling the other tendril in your hand, the iridescent gates of eden opening behind your closed eyes. all at once, those hozier songs about all sex being divine and heavenly, bringing you so close to god you can see her smile, they all make sense as the man behind you lifts you enough to position you right over his cock. there is no right or wrong in the world as your velvety walls of tender flesh are spread by nimble digits, the sounds of your moans bouncing off of the bathroom walls to indulge the man behind you in pure and utter bliss. the stretch you feel from the motion deep inside burns a bright hellfire within you, the sounds of a heavenly choir emanating in the back of your mind as your hips lift the slightest to swallow clay's fingers down to their knuckles. but then, a door opens. not the bathroom door, no, the front one. "hey, bee, you home? i know we haven't been talking much since the bar, and i'm so sorry, but i really miss you." you hear from the front door, about to spill more words of divine purpose when clay's other hand covers your mouth, each of his three fingers at a stalemate as he shushes you, oh so gently. "if you're too loud, he'll have to come up here and witness your first time getting fucked by a god," he warns in a whisper, voice low and full of gravel right beside your ear. you melt, shivering in his grasp as the fingers are effortlessly slid out of you, said felanges being replaced by the tip of his cock as he slides you down oh so slowly. another delicate sound leaves you, mostly muffled by his palm, but it makes him grin. "oh yeah? you want that, don't you? your friend to watch you get fucked into another dimension by god himself?" he tutts in a mockingly condescending fashion. it makes your heart ache, how easily he manages to keep things so light yet so unbelievably raw, emotional, and powerful. ah, well, that was clay for you. and then, it happens. heaven, hell, and all other realms collide in a fiery ball of pure bliss. his shaft is sliding into you, the underwater tentacle continuing to lap at your clit, your best friend kissing at your neck in a way so delightful you actually see nothing but a bright light for a moment. this is bliss. - - it's been many weeks since that first time. since then, you've realized just how deep your feelings for that man had become. together,

you've tried many different and new things, the man even took one of his own tentacles up his ass for you, for christ's sake. sure, you'd had your own fair share of strange experiences, one of them involving a pregnancy scare that had you, child-hating bee, excited to be a mother. you had fucked in restaurants, his car, your car, the elevator of your apartment, both nick and george's rooms, his childhood bedroom, and many other places, usually ending with your skin adorned with trails of pure desire dripping from your cunt, lips, and a few times even your ass. in fact, you were ready to experience another night of earth-shattering pleasure with your best friend, heading over to his place with a smile as you tap your fingers along to the catchy pop tunes playing in your cars speakers. your mind is also wrestling with the idea of confessing your feelings, potentially acting upon them, and the off-chance that the feelings are reciprocated and mutual, therefore allowing your love for the blonde floridian to bloom and blossom into a beautiful array of sweet flora to bespangle his life with. that is, of course, until your car comes to a sudden halt as something smashes into the front of it. a large, heavy, person-shaped object, to be precise. one with beady red eyes, a blood red cape sewn for the finest royalty, and a glittering crown perched atop an anthropomorphic head. it peers in through your windshield at you, a huff of air leaving its nostrils as it steps on the hood of your car. you begin to panic immediately, hands flying to the doorhandle, but alas, it's locked, as the car had just been in motion. "hello there, bee," a monotonous voice drawls out, before your airbag deploys, knocking you against your improperly adjusted headrest - fuck you for changing it, clay, you seethe internally - before the world fades to fuzziness. clay doesn't notice you're missing until there's a sudden pang of senseless paranoia wracking his mind, shooting straight up from his spot on the couch towards the door, getting his mask and cloak on, ignoring the complaints of his best friends and his cat, having no way to explain to them that he knew you were in trouble, so he simply left. it took a bit of roaming the city to recognize the panicked citizens, the blaring lights, and the police sirens coming from downtown. it's at this time that the man's tentacles reach down to the ground, lifting him up as the four additional limbs carry him hurriedly towards the commotion. he knew who it was, who they had, and why they had them. he would never forgive himself if you had gotten hurt. this was mostly because he had begun falling for you around the second time the two of you hooked up, behind a stall at the fair while nick and george were riding a rollercoaster. the way your eyes lit up with the fireworks overhead, the way you called him your god for the first time, it was all what made it click to him. now, from twenty stories above the ground, he spies youbeing carried limply under one arm of the hog man, but in his other arm, a small child, one screaming for someone to save him. not just someone, but dream himself. "took you long enough to get here," the pig chuckles lowly, tightening his grip on both innocents. clay scoffs, "fuck off, techno, let them go!" although he pays no mind to his own poor choice of words, that being evident when the hog man shrugs with a little "alright", dropping both of you. dream's filled with panic as he watches the love of his life and an innocent child be dropped from thousands of feet above as his nemesis laughs, brooding over the entire situation. "you can save only one of 'em, dream, you and i both know that. i'll take whoever you don't, turn them against you, or maybe even just kill them." this shatters his heart more than anything, his mind racing as he frantically glances between your limp body falling at hundreds of miles per hour, then the small boy. before he can even think, he knows that the greatest thing he could sacrifice would be the love of his life, to save a child he never knew. he

hurries towards the smaller of the two, technoblade watching from above before leaping down to fall as fast as possible to catch the lady that dream was so smitten for. the child lands in clay's arms with a heavy thud, the kid gasping for air and thanking him so much, hugging him so tight. but he can't even care, because he's watching the self-proclaimed blood god land on his feet, carrying you the same way clay himself wished he would one day when carrying you down the aisle had you ever married, as he then sprints from the streets. oh, if only you knew how greatly he loved you, that he chose to lose you over everything else. too bad that all you were told by the brutish pig with the thick tusks when you awoke was that dream never loved you, never even cared for you. - - word count: 5,311 HOLY FUCK I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG I PROMISE-- i rlly enjoyed this, might even make it a series 👀 stay safe, warm, and loved <3

#OHHH #I ADORE THIS SO MUCH HELLO #no think just him #hes so... <333 #boo.reblog

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c!dream x fem!reader - prison break

Masterlist!

word count: 2.6k

cw: mentions of the dsmp lore (angst), mood swings, degradation, praise, toxic, manipulation, slapping, nipple play + nipple piercings, jealousy/possessiveness, squirting

nsfw under the cut, minors do not interact!

You knew what happened, hence that's why you were skipping over the tunnel that led from the town, the prison to be exact, to the lovely small village Snowchester. You've seen him earlier. Dreams sticky and greasy blond hair, the broken mask that Technoblade gave him with the armor that adorned his body, hiding away the bright orange overall with the numbers 001 written on his chest.

He stared at you longer than he wanted when he first saw you. The white, dirty mask did not give away any expression but it had to mean something that he stared at you and attacked everyone around him to protect himself but you, right? If Dream would have been mad at you, he could have killed you easily there and then. You had no armor with you, being a part of former L'Manburg you were still hung onto the "no-armor policy". But you had a trident with you and some other tools that could come in handy for him.

And when you saw Dream, you gave them to him in a moment where everyone else was too focused on what happened between Ranboo, Sam and Technoblade and everyone involved in that horrid scene.

You weren't too invested into it since you've seen your long time lovers for the first time in what felt like decades, which was clearly more to your interest than the bloody murder of another citizen, your friend even.

That's why you've been running on top and not swam through the tunnel, to meet him faster. You would have probably drowned without your beloved trident if you'd swam.

The alarm was still going off, ringing in your ears. You heard it behind you but it still somehow came from every other side. You were on your way to your secret bunker- which wasn't too secret, considering it was hidden underneath your house which you built distant to everything else after what happened to your latest nation.

Your eyes stared at your hand, the ring you've not once taken off now shining in the bright color of green -since there's an emerald instead of a traditional diamond- while the sun reflected off of it. Dream and you weren't married but engaged. Being a "criminal" like him didn't make a wedding the easiest thing on earth.

You gathered some things in snowchester that you stored there and made your way into the woods. The walk through the forest took a while but it was worth it. You knew he'd come to you, you'd be devastated if he wouldn't.

It took him some hours, after tormenting a child over and over again, arguing and fighting with his proper best friend and someone he even considered as his best friend, meeting up with punz and then celebrating the feeling of freedom and happiness he felt while walking to your house, but he got there eventually.

The footsteps in front of your house and the knock on the door made your heart beat faster than it did the first time you saw him that day. You made your way to the door, opening it and looking at him stunned.

Dream was freshly showered -probably went to bathe in a small lake-, his signature lime green hoodie only partly visible under the bright purple netherite armor which was slightly different to the set he was wearing earlier that day. He didn't wear a mask but he held it in his hand.

He didn't say anything before he cupped your cheeks in his rough hands, pressing his forehead onto yours. He took a deep breath almost as if he was inhaling every bit of breath you exhaled when in reality he just inhaled the sweetness of your scent. He was scared that he'd have to leave you again and forgot any detail about you.

"Dream..", you breathed out. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to cherish him and to make him feel good.

"(y/n), did you miss me..?"

Without saying anything you pressed your lips onto his chappy ones, the roughness of his destroyed lips felt good against yours. His tongue that found its way inside of your mouth immediately, tasted like destruction and honey, a weird but somehow addictive taste you could never get enough from.

You took some steps back, pulling him with you. A desperate cry left your throat as he bit your bottom lip with a smirk. All while you both were slowly making your way into the bedroom you've spent multiple nights in, together. Either just cuddling and acting all couple and lovely and cheesy or just to have fun.

"You still look so gorgeous.. my pretty girl.. I'm sorry it took me so long to to get out of that fucking prison.. Sam built it better than I thought he would. You must be so desperate for me huh?" He waited for you to nod, which you obviously did, and continued speaking.

"I missed you too, love. Don't worry though, I'm back now. I wont go again.. been thinking about you daily.. i hated Sam even more when he decided to stop letting you visit me.. he told me you sent letters but he burned them in front of my eyes.. I will get back at him for that, don't worry."

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling the comfortable sweatshirt you've been wearing up to grab your naked skin. Another smirk arose on his lips when another whine left your lips.

"Don't keep me waiting, Dream.. use me as you please, be rough. Be soft. I don't care. I just fucking need you so ba-"

A hand came down on your cheek, the sound of a clap rang through your ears and the pain you felt from it was more satisfying than anything you've done to yourself these last few months without your partner.

"Not only do you act like a desperate little slut where you try to demand shit but you also don't address me the right way.. is that the way you want to go..?", you shook your head just to earn another slap. "Words."

"I'm sorry.. sir..", your voice was merely above a whisper, too embarrassed about not remembering a single rule. "I just missed you so bad. I need you so much.."

His gaze, which went from soft to angry, turned back to soft now. He neglected you these last few months, of course. When you were still able to visit him, Sam would always watch. And when you weren't able to visit, you could only hope that masturbation would be enough for you. It wasn't.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm really sorry." It was his turn to only whisper. The blond pressed another kiss to your cheek before he slowly kissed further down, leaving marks here and there to pull sounds of your mouth that never once closed.

Either little breaths, small and barely hearable or moans were coming out of your mouth. Not once were you silent. "Can I..?" He asked while playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. You nodded and he softly pulled it over your head.

It revealed your chest without a bra on, his eyes widened as he saw the metal balls besides your nipples. Two small balls on each breast adorned your chest that he already was in love with. But this just made them so much more powerful.

"When..?" He asked before he dipped down, licking over the cold metal with his hot breath. His tongue flicked over the nipple, making you moan out loudly while gripping the back of his head.

"Needed to feel something.. right after my last visit.."

"Who did them though.. who else did see your beautiful body. Other than me..?", his voice became angry again as it dropped lower, a frequency that made you shiver. He blew against the hot saliva his tongue left while going over to your other breast.

"Sap.. Sap did them" you let out a groan as he bit just above your nipple. "And Karl helped.."

"They've seen you like this? Did they try anything else on you?"

Dreams hand grabbed between your legs, cupping your sensitive area as his other hand played with the strings of the sweatpants you wore. Pulling them tight, for you to feel a small sting on your waist. Loosen them up and pull them down just to tease you. His mouth was still placed on your hard nipple, toying with the silver piercing.

"Sap.. did." You were ashamed that this conversation made you as aroused as it did. With his antics he was doing and his possessiveness you couldn't help but feel incredibly good underneath him.

"I'm going to fucking kill him. And Karl. And everyone he loves. I'm going to burn down his entire shitty kingdom. What did he say?!"

The blond's hand went into your pants, smirking slightly when he felt that you weren't wearing any underwear but immediately putting pressure onto your clit in an attempt to get you to speak.

You let out a moan before you spoke. "He told me.. you'd rot in prison for a long time and.. that if I'm ever lonely I could be with him.. told me he'd love the way my tits bounce in battles and shit.. how my nips went hard the second he touched my tits because of how sensitive i am.. he told me he dreamed of me.. dirty dreams.. d-Dream I'm sorry I swear I never even considered getting with him.. I'm all yours. Yours only. promise."

He shoved two of his long, slender fingers inside of you. The rough pat stroking against the warmth your walls were radiating.

"Yeah? All mine? That.. bastard could never make you feel this way. You feeling good? Tell me you're feeling good. Tell me i'm doing good.", Dreams teeth were gritted as he pushed his fingers as deep as he could, overwhelming you immediately in a way you haven't felt in ages. Even though he was mad, at Sapnap not at you, he sounded desperate for your praise. Desperate for your approval.

All he ever wanted was for him to be enough. For you to feel loved by him and him only. No one else dared to even look at you for too long when you both declared your relationship. Too afraid the man with the mask might kill them, burn down their houses or torture them or their pets.

So when everyone suddenly started to act differently towards you, he explained that he has nothing to do with it. But that everyone would probably hate you. Everyone but him.

"All yours! You're doing so good. Feeling so full' no one could touch me like you can.. youre too good.. too fuckin' perfect sir!", a string of curses and moans left your mouth as he slapped your cheek again.

"Watch your language darling.. dirty words like that shouldn't leave such a gorgeous mouth like yours.. Did someone corrupt my sweet baby?"

Dreams fingers sped up by a lot, now adding to the rough and sharp thrusts a pace that could rip you apart and make your orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. But how could it not? You've been without him, neglected in any kind of touch, deprived of love. Without him you didn't feel complete and now he's loving you in such a beautiful way.

The blond's eyes were filled with desire as he kissed your stomach, licking and cherishing the many scars you got from the many battles at first against him and then alongside with him. His tongue quickly found your clit, circling it before sucking the little bundle of nerves into his mouth.

You screamed out his name as you came, a white flash blinding you as your orgasm crashed over you. Curses once again left your lips until they didn't. Dream stopped them by pressing his wet lips onto yours, preventing you from having to punish you for your sinful language.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna use you, yeah? Gonna use you as my pretty little fleshlight. As a dumb little fucktoy." He whispered against you as he opened his pants, pulling them down along with his boxer before just pushing into you. His length reached deeper than his fingers could, the slight curve upwards helping him to immediately find your most sensitive spot. Being thicker and longer than average made you moan out loud for only him to hear.

"Take off your hoodie.. sir.. please. 'Need to see you whole. 'Need to see your pretty, pretty body.. Please show me all you've got. Need to worship my god.. my sir. My love, my forever."

His eyes closed shut, the praise making his hard-on twitch inside of you. He did as you told, taking off his hoodie to show off fresh scars and deep cuts coming from the torture the leader of the country las nevadas, quackity, has put him through.

"What have you been through, my pretty boy.."

He began to become putty in your hands. He didn't want that yet. Dream regained power, after being tortured and locked away for what felt like century. Who were you to put him down like that again? To try and force him into submission as soon as he had something to say again.

"Shut up!" He suddenly yelled as you felt another sting on your probably already crimson red cheek. "Don't fucking talk like that? Do you understand? I already told you that you're just my dumb little fucktoy and nothin more."

Dream thrusted into you with so much force while you gripped his back, leaving dark red scratched all over it.

"D' you know I've sold your body? Gonna share your pretty little body with Punz. Only one i trust besides you, dumb princess. You're worth nothing, just a fucking slut. A hole for me to use. A hole for me to fill. To make a mess out of." His hips snapped into yours fast, sharp and rough. "You'll finally have a purpose, your perfect cunt will serve good as a payment, yeah?"

All you could do was nod, speechless of the satisfaction and overwhelming feelings you're feeling. His words weren't going through your clouded brain, not realizing or even hearing what he's been saying these past minutes while he thrusts into you the best he could as one of his hands wrapped itself around your throat.

Dark spots were the only thing you could see for a few seconds as he put a lot of pressure onto his hand. You spasms around him, overwhelmed by everything but too clouded in your brain to tell him to stop. It felt too great to stop now. You were close, your walls squeezing around him as he whined, letting gasp after gasp escape his opened mouth.

The knot in your abdomen tightened to an uncomfortable sting, one that you knew you had to let go eventually. So you did, embarrassed about what might have happened but too blissed out as not only you reached an insane high but also felt hot ropes of cum coating your inside, mixing with your own slick that covers his flexed thighs and the bedsheets underneath you.

"Fuck baby you're amazing..", he whispered a few minutes out of breath while kissing you with desire. The hunger and lust you both felt just now vanished when a soft vibe took over the atmosphere. Your hot body's were pressed against each other while you exchanged sweet little nothings now and then.

After some time you've realized something he's said earlier though..

"So.. you've sold my body to Punz..?"

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