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#c: dream
modx-reborn · 1 year
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Kinktober day 1: Lactation with Dream
Oh yeah did I mention that I am doing them in my preferred order? Not the list's order.
No? Welp lets go!
Minors DNI!
It was something you knew could happen, after all your dear sweet partner had something of an obsession with your chest, always mouthing and latching to one of your nipples the moment you had your shirt off, regardless of if it was sexual or not they were their lips wrapped around your nipple stiff or not, and now... 
Now here you are, awkwardly cupping your chest and watching as your ever-unhinged partner pushed that damned smile mask away from his face and narrowed his eyes at you. Between your fingers dripped the evidence of what his little obsession had made your body do, milky off white dripping from between the cracks of your fingers and leaking down your fingers, he had suckled his way into having you lactate, it was awkward and left your chest tight as pressure built till you were as you are now. 
Leaking. 
Sure dream hadn't wanted this initially, but now that he was looming over you pulling your hands away tongue tracing along the path your milk had taken, swirling his tongue around each finger, there was nothing about this he wouldn't love. Now when he pressed his lips to your chest he could have more of you, taste something that was wholly his doing, something that was all him and all for him. 
"Honey, is there something you want to tell me? Or maybe you'd prefer I drink it from you-" bending at his knees slightly, lets him press his cheek to your collarbones, staring up at you between flicking his gaze to where you were still leaking,"-cause I'm damn sure this isn't how I left you this morning..." 
This morning... This morning was one that you would never forget, you had woken up to dream latched to your chest, as usual, one hand rolling and playing with the nipple he wasn't suckling the skin around where he was playing felt tight but you had thought nothing of it, brushing it away as he had been prone to suckle and tug at your chest in your sleep, having told you it was great for him to watch your sleepy face twist as he played with you. 
Even as you had whined and tried to push him away, there was no way you would have been able to move him, the weight of his body pressed against you and the feeling of his cock hard in his sleep pants as he rutted against your thigh, grunting as he feels your weak attempt at pushing him away. 
The morning had ended with your chest littered with hickies and imprints of his teeth, his cum splattered across the expanse of your torso as he panted and smiled down at you, sweeping away from you to head out with nothing more than a smile and a peck on the cheek. It was when you tried to bathe, hands gently trying to clean away the mess he had left that you had started leaking, the barest brush of your fingers had been the trigger. 
Hours later and you had still been leaking, shirts dragging against your nipples awkwardly, wet patches blooming as you soaked through the material. 
If Dream had been unable to leave your chest alone before, there was no way he would even stop now that you were leaking, now that there was something new for him to take from you, something new to devour. And by how he was hunched over against your body, letting heated puffs of air brush against your skin as a warning before he was latching just as he had this morning, there was no getting to the bedroom before he would take this oh so much further than just suckling. 
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toiletwipes · 2 years
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welcome to the kinktober '22 masterlist!
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i would like to say that i sometimes forget to put the right warnings, so i would like to say always take precautions whenever entering one of my kinktober fics. and as always, it is 18+. this is strictly for adult consumption.
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IT HAS BEGUN!
DAY ONE. monster/prisoner [Wilbur]
DAY TWO. cum/potioneer [Wilbur]
DAY THREE. pred-prey/fae [Wilbur]
DAY FOUR. shotgunning/thief [Dream]
DAY FIVE. fuck-or-die/coffee shop [Foolish]
DAY SIX. frottage/ghoul [Sapnap]
DAY SEVEN. masturbation/human [Simpbur]
DAY EIGHT. lingerie/incel [Simpbur]
DAY NINE. mirror/mad scientist [Awesamdude]
DAY TEN. cockwarming/human [George]
tag list is open <33
tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn
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technobladehd · 2 years
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hey guys im coming out as a dream stan and a c!dream apologist! hes just my evil little meow meow who did nothing wrong 🥺🥺🥺 also i ship dnf btw
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yourangle-yuordevil · 5 months
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They are smitten, I believe <3
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tommyribbons · 5 months
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eternvlsound · 9 days
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Neon street lights to guide you home
ig: space.ram
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bc-jpeg · 4 days
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meet the mind of illusion.
[song: infiltrator — christoffer moe ditlevsen]
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clingyduoapologist · 7 months
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Honestly bro we don’t talk about how Wilbur thought doomsday was his explosion enough… like bro came back like “damn I really did a number on this place huh 😎” and then no one corrected him because like what would you say in that situation? “Oh hey sorry bro no ur massively important suicide bombing that you’ve defined your entire sense of self around was like fixed on a week. That hole was some other bitches sorry” literally c!tubbo deserves an award for not pushing him into the hole
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mourninglamby · 11 days
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someone asked for my fav c!disc scene. Guys why did he say this
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space-robinhood · 1 year
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Symphony's Leitmotif
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modx-reborn · 2 years
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I have had an idea. A little quirk of a thought, I know we liked them deranged, unhinged, on the perverse side with a good dash of spice, but what about this...
The thought of Dream, fresh from the prison, haven't seen you in over a year, had sent you away the moment L'Manburg formed, hid and erased all ideas and memories of you from the server so that he would be the only one from there to know and keep you in his mind, stumbling and shuffling his way through the underbrush and mess of overgrown bush to get to that little corner of the world where he had tucked you away.
Only to open that door, the dark oak and tinted black iron to catch sight of you sprawled across your kitchen island clothes tossed aside, arms tangled in a very, very familiar mess of brown curls, the house practically echoing with the sound of your moans and please for him to stop, to pull your underwear away and actually us his mouth properly.
Imagine how Dream would dig his fingers into the wood, watching as Wilbur, the man he had revived, had made into his pawn, made him see as a hero for resurrecting him was mouthing at you through your underwear, coat hung by the door, large hands pressed to your thighs to keep you from closing your legs.
Oh what a sight that would be, a king watching a pawn take his place.
One lick at a time.
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toiletwipes · 1 year
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SHOTGUNNING/THIEF • DAY FOUR OF KINKTOBER
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Summary: Listen, walking home after a long shift at work and then getting scolded is not a fun time. So is it wrong of you to fuck somebody who broke into your house?
Word Count: ~1.2k words
Character: Dream
Warning: I do not condone robbery and I definitely don't condone fucking somebody who broke into your house. Personally I would but that's a different thing entirely.
tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn @cleverjokehaha
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Sighing outwardly, you continue to walk down the dark street, flashlight tucked underneath your chin as you try to manage the pile of shit in your arms, while listening to this phone call with one of your coworker’s.
“I know you’re being careful but I just think you should let me take you home, it’s a straight shot from the diner to your place,” you roll your eyes, shifting the box of stale pastries in your grasp, “and you know Jenny wants you safe as much as I do.”
Jenny is your shared boss and your coworker’s girlfriend. And Jenny could care less about you. Not that you cared about her either, but lying about these kinds of things seems pointless. “One, it’s twenty minutes away from your place, and that’s if you speed like you usually do. Two, Jenny could give less of a shit, okay? Listen, Zee, I’ve walked from and to work like this for years.”
Zee tries to protest but you shake your head, not like he could see you, “stop worrying and drive home safe, okay? I’ll call you when I get home.” And before he could argue some more, you press a button on your phone and you’re cut off from any other living person. Living on the edge of your city left you with few neighbors. You’re lucky because of that, the peace is what you’d been in need of when you moved out of your folks’ house. Peace and very little to bother you.
Though you didn’t have a car, you had legs, and with those you didn’t need anything else. You got to your job just fine. Everything is just fine.
Especially tonight.
You had a night of light reading, light eating, and heavy silence as you slept the night away. Maybe smoke that little going away present your cousin had given you before you had left your hometown.
Finding your house after ten minutes of walking, you drop your things on your porch bench, shuffling through your pockets for your keys when you accidentally lean too much forward. Hands come out to brace yourself on the door but it’s no help, the door swings open and the full moon brightens up the place, flashlight falling onto the porch.
You locked your door before you left, you know that. You know that for a fucking fact.
Getting to your feet, you dig your hand into your pocket, pulling out that pepper spray Zee had shoved into your hand before you left the diner. You had it ready. And after hearing a bump over your head, you whine inside of your head. Of course they’d be in your bedroom. Hopefully the intruder doesn’t see anything embarrassing. Going up the stairs, you avoid the creaky ones and see a small light through the sliver under your door. You swallow the spit in your mouth, rubbing your thumb over the top, steadying your hand.
You open the door with less grace than you’d have liked, but you find the fucker. And of course he fucking is. Of course the bastard inside of your house is hot. Dressed head to toe in attractive, skin-tight black clothing. Hugging his body unfairly.
And of course he’s smoking your shit.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say and he doesn’t even react too much. His arm thrown behind the couch against the window, his eyes drag across the walls to meet your face.
“Was wondering when you’d get here, you were gone all day, you know.” And that’s when you notice the gift bag in his lap, on top of his crotch. You would have thought twice about letting your hand anywhere near there, considering fucking everything but you were looking forward to that.
“Cause I was fucking working,” you respond out of habit, and as your hand touches the mesh bag, his hand comes from the back of the couch to wrap around your wrist, fingers easily touching each other. You’re caught off guard by the touch, by the yank he does, a blow of smoke in your face and by the time you waved it away with your free hand, trying to get a word in, his face is too close for comfort. Eyes half-lidded and dark. It does you no good, feeling warm in many places too fast.
“If you let me explain, I’ll pay you back for the weed,” explain just what exactly?
Your eyes squint, nearly twitching.
“I meant to rob somebody named Vick King, know anybody like that?” The only neighbor who complained about anything in this place? The one who’s house you passed to get here?
You flatten your mouth into a line, wondering if giving someone directions to your shitty neighbor so they could rob him would be morally wrong. “Do you want a different type of payment then?” It's definitely a crime to break into your house, but the way he pulls down the collar of his shirt and tilts his head back.
“Are you- are you trying to seduce me?” You squint at him, frowning mostly to yourself how you’re not too upset at this outcome.
“Is it working?” He grins at you and drags one out of the joint, turning to you as you watched him closely. Your head is working overtime trying to process what happens next. Cause he pulls at your chin and presses his mouth against yours, moaning at the skin contact and pushing the smoke inside of your mouth.
Okay, fucking okay. You take it, not entirely there as it seems to soak inside of your skull. But you’re there when you breathe the smoke out, pushing at his shoulders and throwing a knee each side of him, straddling him.
He enjoys the way you hold his shoulders, kissing him harshly where he could feel his teeth knocking against yours and the way he could hardly think straight with you grinding down against his cock. And he doesn’t know who starts it, who pulls away and takes another inhale, but he knows you’re pulling away, watching him through the cloud and taking his breath away again.
“He lives down the road, but one, you’re paying me back for the weed,” of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. “And you’re giving me back my vibrator.” He grins, caught.
“Of course.”
And when he’s gone in the morning, feeling sore in the best places, you find a tiny little note next to a ziploc bag. Written on the note is a little apology, and though you could hardly take that seriously, the edge of your mouth twitches. A phone number and a name.
Dream.
Of course, his name is Dream.
Looking at the baggie, you bite at your lip. At least it wasn’t a total waste, you think to yourself, reaching for your phone. Looking at your phone, you see the latest text from Zee.
Darling. Best friend. Partner in crime. Your neighbor was just robbed blind, you are not walking home anymore.
You blink and remember the vague moment he asked for directions at the end of everything. Guess he wasn’t lying about that. You’d be more concerned if Dream hadn’t scribbled the worst kissy face on the bag. He’s not something you’re too worried about.
You send a text five minutes later before you take another nap.
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firexima · 3 months
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Art based off of Tommy’s recent stream where he toured Technodad around the Dream SMP :’)
I really miss c!bedrockbros, though also Techno in general obviously. I plan to make things to remember him by but even this one was difficult to make
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faeyrs · 3 months
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i use my skills for good trust me
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