sawyer

He felt powerful. Watching all the people from above, messing with reality and dimensions and people in general. But his eyes were only on you.

You, the girlfriend of the most feared and powerful individual Dream, the one he despises. He tried everything, looking like him, talking like him, laughing like him. But still, your eyes were on Dream only. It was almost as if you're obsessed with him.

XD wanted you to stop, to turn around and to look at him. He wants to see the same admiration in your eyes just for himself. The god was selfish, yes. But he had everything he wanted but you. He had riches, power, control and more. In any world he travels he could get anyone he wants. But he wants you.

And you don't want him.

Everything around you turned black, your body went numb and the last thing you could do was to gasp.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you could find yourself in a cloud, surrounded by other clouds in a white space somewhere. Around you was nothing but void. Were you dead?

"You're awake!", an excited voice almost yelled. It sounded far away but so close at the same time and it hurt your ears, the deep scratching coming from each corner of your surroundings was confusing and loud, causing you to place your hands above your ears while closing your eyes shut.

Suddenly, the voice went softer. "Sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to cause any harm.. are you feeling alright?"

The voice was familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it. It felt warm but cold at the same time.

XD decided it'd be best to impersonate Dream again, but not to an extent where you'd think it's actually him. So he used a bit of his voice, quite similar looks and changed your surroundings into your house. Still, if anyone would show up to your house they wouldn't see you there.

You decided to study the creature in front of you. Usually when people would talk about the god DreamXD, they'd describe him as at least 10 feet tall, with a light gray mast with an XD on. They'd say he wears a dark green cloak, covering his head almost entirely with golden highlights at the end. A chain with an emerald, shaped in XD around his neck and a powerful weapon of any kind in his hand. They'd explain that he'd have giant wings that he doesn't even have to use.

But the creature, no, the person in front of you looked different. He was tall, yes. You'd guess around 7 feet at least, towering over you, with a white cloak that covers just everything that needs to be covered. His tanned collarbone was on display, and his black fingernails nervously scratched it from time to time. No wings on his back, no mask covering his face but the chain was there, shining in a beautiful, bright green.

His eyes were almost normal, but not really. While one side has an X as its pupil, the other has a D.

"Why.. Why am I here..? Or why are you here..?" Your words came out like a whisper, too terrified to anger the literal god in front of you.

"Because you're my queen. My goddess."

Each word that came out of his mouth was like posing, it made you drown in the mattress you sat on. His words alone made you feel more powerful than you've ever felt before.

"Your goddess..?"

"Of course." XD answered without hesitation as he kneeled down in front of you. But even though he was on his knees, his face was at the same height as yours. "I've been watching you for quite some time now, you're the only one worth my time. I could watch you for decades and not get tired of it. But you waste all your time on that.. stupid Dream.. why would a goddess like you waste your time on a manipulative asshole like him.."

His eyes turned red the second he mentioned your boyfriend but you already forgot about him. The strong presence of the god made you forget everything.

"Wont waste my time on him anymore, I promise. Let me be your goddess.."

While XD called the human version of himself, Dream, a manipulative asshole, he was one himself. He used magic, dark magic, to make you feel aroused. To make you feel desperate to the point it's getting uncomfortable to not do anything sexual with him. Admittedly he did not use a spell on you to forget about your so-called lover, but it made him feel good that he had to do almost nothing to make you drench in your own wetness at the thought of him.

"Wanna be my goddess, yeah..? I can make you my goddess.."

He did not waste any time, whispering something underneath his breath to make both yours and his clothes disappear into nothing before gripping your thighs and pressing them apart. Before diving into your clenching wetness, he looked up to you. He waited until you nodded, giving him a signal of consent.

When you did, XD was devouring you. Eating you out like a starving man. His tongue was long, way longer than average. Instead of circling your sensitive clit with it, it was thrusting inside you as deep as it could, reaching all of the right spots and more. The god groaned as he tasted your juices, it was officially the best thing that ever came across his taste buds.

Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling it hard while moaning louder than ever before. White pleasure rushed through your veins and all you had in your mind were the letters X and D in the same cricked form his eyes were. If his tongue could do things like that to you, what could his dick do?

You didn't need to ask if you're allowed to cum, he made it clear that you should let it all out by the day he was slurping up everything you gave him. His claw-like fingernails cut deep in your thighs, drawing blood but both of you couldn't care less.

In that moment it was just the god and his goddess.

A high pitched moan left your lips as you came, hard. Juices squirting everywhere but especially right into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of you and you have an addictive taste and scent.

He was about to get you cleaned up, thinking you had enough for just the first night but he was proved wrong when you pulled him closer by his jaw, pressing your lips roughly against his while your other hand placed itself on his toned body.

"Need you so bad, XD.. my god.."

Who was he to deny such a generous offer?

His length was longer than average and quite big in girth. 11 inches were way too big for a human to take, especially with that little preparation. But you were willing to at least try. "Give me all you got, XD.. I can take it, I promise.. just need to feel all of you.. don't care if you hurt me.."

Your words came out in a mess, sweat formed on your forehead the second he just aligned himself with your entrance and your violently shaking thighs squeezed around his waist to pull him somewhat closer.

"say red if you want me to stop, my goddess. I will stop immediately.", he whispered into your ear before he gave you another kiss. The kiss was used to distract you from the immense pain shooting through your entire body the second he thrusted just a third of his length into you.

Tears swelled on the edge of your waterline but you were able to pull yourself together, to drunk on the pleasure you felt and the promise of pleasure you're about to feel when the god in front of you destroys you completely.

XD kissed your cheeks as he slowly inserted more and more of his length into you, trying his best not to hurt you. But something, some sick voice in his head, told him to wreck you for making him suffer for so long. For making him wait for you.

So he did that, the last third of his dick was thrusted into you quickly, not caring anymore. The scream escaping your throat was just a sign for him to make you shut up so he used his hand on your throat, choking you with just enough pressure to go silent.

His pace was quick, not giving you any time to adjust to the gods' length inside of you. The hand he didn't use found itself on your ass, lubricated with his spit.

When he destroys you, he thinks, he has to do it the right way.

Without a warning, his thumb circled your rim, making your eyes go wide open. Even though you had an amazing sex life with Dream, he never once dared to go as far as sticking something in your behind. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit excited.

Moans after moans left your lips, sounding like music to the gods ears. It motivated him. Something inside of him forced XD to go further, so he inserted his lengthy thumb into your bum, moving it just the tiniest bit all while the pace of his thrusts never faltered.

Your shaky legs felt numb, blood trickled down your thighs from before when he cut them open with his fingernails, mixing with your juices and the spit that dribbled down XD's mouth. He couldn't contain it, his mouth couldn't shut close.

"XD.. god.. please.." At this point you forgot what you were begging for.

XD felt himself getting close after fucking you for anhour. For him it was embarrassing. Each time he has intercourse with another individual it'd last for hours with no break but with you it was somehow different and he couldn't explain it himself. It felt right.

"Gonna cum inside, yeah? You'd like that?"

Instead of his just thumb, two fingers were now buried in your behind. You couldn't respond, too fucked out to form any comprehensive words or think of an respond so you just nodded. In that hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and it was tiring but satisfying at the same time. You couldn't get enough.

"Fuck..", he whispered before biting your neck, hard and shooting his seeds deep inside of your drenched cunt. A lost scream-like moan was heard from you before you drifted off, somewhere between sleep and unconscious. But it was alright with you.

The god stayed in that position for a while before slowly pulling himself out of you. He never wanted to forget the sight in front of him. The way your body shined in the light of the room, covered in sweat, blood and spit.

And on your neck, in the same position he just left one of the biggest marks in history, formed a small "XD" in black ink.

You stand under Orlando's burning sun ringing the doorbell to your best friends' house as anxiety eats it's way into your mind, your grip tight on the handle of your wheeled backpack. What was taking them so long, anyway? You could hear a bit of a commotion inside the house – the boys were bickering as always. 

The relationship between you, George and Sapnap turned out exactly how you thought it would – they both behave like annoying fourteen-year-olds most of the time and, if you're being honest, it's quite endearing to watch. Your relationship with Dream also turned out how you expected it would, but in a very different way. Longing stares seemed to be routine between the two of you – you would always take a peek when he wasn't looking and as soon as you turned your gaze away, you would feel his eyes on you. Deep down you knew it was only a matter of time, and you couldn't wait for it to come – you just wish it went a bit more privately than it did. 

Your group walked through the carnival – excited laughter and flashing colours painted the early evening, pink and blue skies watching above as the three of you dodged people in the packed amusement park. Dream held your hand somewhere along the way, and although you tried to convince yourself he was just guiding you through the small crowds, you noticed he wasn't holding anyone else's. As you walk around looking for the next game to play, George's eyes find a huge stuffed prize – a yellow duck that he just couldn't not get, because, of course, “it's literally Quackity!”. The huge “Hit Or Miss” sign sparkled in yellow bulbs above you, a row of colourful toy-guns placed at your arm's level, a variety of sizes of white and red targets displayed before you. You watched, standing a bit behind Sapnap and George, laughing every time the Texan made fun of his friend's aim. Adverting your gaze from the duo, you realize Dream keeps staring at a creeper plushie – you couldn't help but scoff at him. 

“Want me to get it for you?” Your voice startles him a little, bright green eyes turning to you. “The creeper?” You add. 

“What? You think your aim is better than mine?” You try your hardest to not get flustered by his smile. Although shy, you match his energy. 

“Not in a million years, you're so much better than me at everything. I was just trying to be nice, you know. You should try it sometime.” 

Dream raises an eyebrow, hand on his pocket sliding money to the cashier without taking his eyes off of you. “Show me what you got.” 

Gripping the gun with all you've got, you pull the plastic trigger. Dream laughs as you struggle to control the toy, shooting everywhere but the targets. 

“Here, here. Let me help you.” Is all your hear before feeling Dream behind you, arms around your body as his strong hands wrap yours – taking control of the toy. Your breath hitches in your throat, skin suddenly waking in goosebumps as his palm maneuvers yours movements, the toy shaking with each shot making your bodies bump against one another. Dream's breath felt fresh on your ear, almost making you squirm, hyper aware of how he's everywhere around you. You haven't even realized Dream's on a spree, on his way to shoot down the fifth target when he turned your attention back to the game. 

“How were you missing every shot? This is so easy.” He brags. Dream's about to win this round, but you were dead set on making him miss the last shot – your brain didn't process the choice your body made, though.  

As soon as Dream pointed the gun to the last target, you move your hips against him. A small gasp escapes his lips before he misses. “Oh- sorry.” You try as the game ends, turning around to look at him. Dream was still very close. 

“Are you, really?”  

The boy smirks at you – wide, surprised eyes looking up at him. You look confused, but there's a glint of interest in your gaze. George and Sapnap approach, mentioning both of you to leave the line. He can't help but smile as he grabs your unmoving arm, eyes still lingering on his face as you snap back to reality, following behind both men like a duckling. It's so easy to get inside that little head of yours. 

It's amusing, how you seem hyper aware of his lingering touches now. How you avoid his gaze but lean towards him when he places a hand to the small of your back as you wait in line for a ride, how you nervously fidget your fingers when he smiles at you. You're acting different now. Dream isn't usually upfront, specially not with you, but he just can't resist your shy, needy eyes. 

“Did any of you guys see the Pirate Ship ride?” The blond boy asks to the group. His eyes shift to yours. “It's so fun, you have to go on it. It's like, a classic.” 

“Dude, the Pirate Ship's like, all the way at the far end of the park.” Sapnap reminds.  

“It's like a fifteen-minute walk- I'm literally dying. I'm not going.” George says, running his hand through his messy brown hair. 

“It's fine. We don't have to-” You try intervening, but Dream's quicker. 

“Sapnap, you can stay with George, right?” He asks. The shorter boy looks a little confused, eyes shifting through each one of you. 

“I mean- sure. I kinda wanna rest for a bit.” 

“Don't take too long.” George comments with a slight smirk to his lips.  

You're about to reply, but Dream's faster as he's already walking away from the pair, hand holding yours and pulling you with him. “I won't promise anything!” 

Dream's hand is on yours as he walks through the crowd, his every move had you waiting for the next one. You follow close behind him – this is definitely not the way to the Pirate's Ship. Dream's seems to drift away from the crowd – you let him. 

“Are we lost?” You ask, laughing at his cluelessness. 

“I hope so.” Dream's pink cheekbones are frozen with a permanent smirk, eyes shimmering with confidence. He slowly pulls you towards him.  

Your heart beats out of your chest that shakes with laughter. “You're so obvious!”  

“Oh, am I?” His hands reach for your hips. “Because grinding on me is so subtle.” He rolls his eyes, smile mocking you. You've never met someone so attractive and irritating before.  

You throw your head back laughing as soon as the word “grinding” leaves his mouth – voice getting higher as you try to defend yourself through laughter. “I wasn't grinding on you-” 

“Yeah, you were!” Dream's laughter crashes through your chest, warmth and comfort blooming inside you. 

“I just bumped into you!” 

“Oh yeah- I always roll my hips when I accidentally bump into people.” 

Your cheeks hurt from how much you've been smiling – Dream's blushing countenance getting closer and closer to you each second – his warm hands gently holding your torso close to his. The boy's hooded eyes bored from your eyes to your lips, expecting.  

“So?” You ask looking up at him, wearing a smirk of your own. 

“So, what?” 

“So, are you gonna kiss me?” 

You can faintly hear the children laughing in the distance, excited screams ripping the air on roller coaster rides – you bet their euphoria isn't nowhere near as explosive as when his lips met yours for the first time. Dream's savour is of the cotton candy he had just a few minutes prior, his heavy hands soothing your hips and waist as he slowly tastes your tongue. Cold wind blows around you as the tall boy presses you against a wall – your hands roam from his neck to his hair when you feel his hips pushing yours. A moan escapes your lips when his hand dips under your skirt and grabs your ass, but you don't mind – there isn't a living soul within probably a five mile range, Dream dragged you to a seemingly abandoned spot. He smiles against your lips when you whine. 

“You're so needy.” 

“And you're all talk.” 

His smirk mimics yours, “Yeah? What makes you say that?” 

“I don't know- with all the jokes we used to make online you just seemed like the type who would be doing a lot more than what you're doing right now.” 

You just meant to tease him, really. You didn't think Dream would react the way he did – maybe smirking while teasing you back, not roughly grabbing your ass under your skirt. His scoff sends shivers down your spine. 

“I just wanted to treat you right, but I guess you don't deserve that.”

His heavy hands slide under your underwear, his burning hot skin lingered on yours for a moment – long enough for you to feel arousal start to pool between your thighs. A loud gasp leaves your lips when he moves his hand, smoothing your thigh before palming your pussy over the cloth. He laughs at the moan you let out, “What? Isn't this what you wanted?” His green eyes gleam mean when his hand dips under your underwear, making direct contact with you. You know you look flustered, eyebrows furrowed as you look up at him, biting your lower lip to contain your noises. “And I'm all talk. You seemed so eager and now you can't even talk back.” 

You're about to reply, but he doesn’t let you. Dream's lips cling to yours in a desperate attempt to knock the air out of your lungs – his free hand coming up to rest around your neck as his hungry mouth tasted yours – so eager to kiss him back your teeth got in the way every now and again. A faint moan escapes you when his index and middle finger play with your slick. 

“You're gonna let me have my way with you while our friends wait for us, hm? Is that how needy you are?” He slides one finger in, his thumb pressing your clit lightly. “That's so rude of you…” 

You're tongue tied – your brain isn't able to process much besides the way Dream's long fingers make a mess out of your core – a squelching sound starting to become noticeable as he fucks into you. You struggle to reply through whines and ragged breaths, “I'm not rude.” 

“Oh, really?” He says, removing his fingers completely off of you. “Then I think we should get going-” You interrupt him by grabbing his wrist. Seeing how wet his hand was is enough to fluster you into oblivion – but you were not about to let him just walk away and leave you like this. If George and Sapnap saw the state you were in, everything would become even more obvious. Dream's cocky smirk only made you wetter.  

“What's wrong? They're waiting for us.” 

You don't reply. Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, you lead his hand to your core once again. Dream looks at you with interest beaming in his eyes, hand moving timidly under your underwear, middle finger focused on drawing figure eights on your clit. 

“I thought you didn't want to leave our friends waiting.” 

“I don't. I know you can make it quick.”  

That seems to do it for him. Dream presses his body impossibly close to yours – your back flat against the park's wall as he holds your knee with his free hand, the other one now insisting on your sensitive core. “Yeah? You know I can make you feel good?” Your head falls back as you nod, mouth agape and eyes shut as two of his fingers find their way inside of you, pumping. Your hands cling to his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto him. Dream takes advantage and kisses you on your open mouth, smothering your pleading moans.  

“Fuck, oh my God.” You moan against him, but he refuses to give you any breathing room. Dream's wrists starts to ache but he couldn't care less – he'd stay in the same pace until his wrist broke as long as it meant he got to see your flustered face this up close – pretty moans leaving your constantly open mouth as your hair fell messily over your eyes, countenance constantly contorted in pleasure. 

His kiss is eager, territorial, as if he's claiming you by the way he makes your neck bend as you try to keep up with his pace. Your nails cling to his shirt as Dream's wrist quickens, the wet noise leaving your cunt getting louder, making you grow more embarrassed and aroused by the second. A wave of shivers crashes through your skin, your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably. 

“Come on, ruin this pretty skirt of yours.” 

Dream's digits stay insistent on pumping your core, his palm slapping your clit with the amount of force he's using to thrust his fingers into you. Your face grows even hotter by how firmly Dream hugs your waist to hold you when you start shaking in his hold – nails now digging in the exposed skin of his biceps as your orgasm hits you, loud gasps and pants repeatedly leaving your open mouth that Dream once again takes the opportunity to kiss. His mouth starts turning gentle on yours as his hand helps you down your high, fingers running gently through your folds as you become more sensitive. You sigh in relief when Dream removes his hand off your underwear and presses his forehead against yours – both smiling, panting. You know the emerald-eyed boy just had his hands up your skirt, but God, that smirk of his flusters you to no end. Your heart hammers in your chest when he steals a peck from you, both of your smiles meeting a couple more times before his tongue finds it's way into your mouth once again. Dream speaks up when as you both stop to catch your breaths.