Bottom Dream Fanfic Novels & Stories

and after seven years of clawing my way up in this industry, I’d learned that details mattered. My head felt heavy. Just a few minutes, I told myself, folding my arms on the desk, just to let my eyes rest. Within what felt like a second, I was back in my old bedroom at the Steele estate, moonlight streaming through the French windows. The silk sheets felt cool against my flushed skin as I lay there, heart racing. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but in dreams, the rules didn’t apply. The door opened softly. Dominic stood in the doorway, his grey eyes finding mine in the darkness. He wore only dark pajama pants, his chest bare, and the sight made my breath catch.

Yes, the dreams were heartbreaking, but each night, the dreams are turning into nightmares! In his most recent dream, he saw Dynasty walking down an aisle to meet a man who wasn't him at the end of it. Victor woke up in a cold sweat. “When that happened!” Other dreams would be of him being at home, begging her to give him just one more night with her. Victor feared he was going to die if he didn't get what he wanted. He needed to feel her in his arms, even if it was just for a second.

"I enjoy being single and free and no man is going to change that. Not even him. Even if he looks like a literal Greek god." She snorted. "Let's just go to sleep. We need to be well rested for your big day tomorrow." I watched as she crawled onto the bed, wondering if Edwards could be the man to finally steal my best friend's heart. If only she would finally allow herself.

By the time sleep wanted you, you were too lazy to even get up and slip your PJ's on or even your Boxers, so you just slept nude. In the middle of the night you had a erotic dream about me, and in the dream I was walking into your bedroom wearing the Dark Green Bikini that you saw me in when you first caught me Sun Bathing in my own backyard. I climbed on top of your bed and started gyrating up and down while placing my Right Index finger in my mouth and my left hand all over my hair, to tease you in a sexy little strip dance. I then walked off the bed and held out my hand for you to take to which you did not hesitate to accept and led you to your bedroom chair, and in a sexy way I lightly s

Finally, I slip into the mortal realm, ignoring the familiar flare of pain in my limbs that says I'll need to eat more Rasnae seeds soon. But it's far easier to bear than usual, thanks to feeding on my Mate's dreams all night. I grin down at her. "Hello, Sweetheart." She finishes her last reps of press-ups, giving me a mouthwatering glimpse of her back and ass before she starts to move toward the bathroom. "How did my dreams taste?" "Divine." Bethany's psyche is irreversibly scarred from trauma. I suspect she will never willingly share a lot of her dark past, but even if I can't see what memories are hurting her, I can try to ease the pain in her dreams.

I only saw it happen in my dreams but in real life, I've never given it much thought. I could've sworn it was just the lust leading those dreams but he seriously wanted me to... "Wait," Cyrus leaned in closer, eyes wide and not blinking. "You didn't expect I would bottom, did you? Have you seen me? I'm literally an epitome of dominance and top-" "No way!" My voice wavered lightly. Having him so close to my face had its effect and he knew it. "Baby, you act like a fangirl when I'm in front of your face. What more do you need to realise you're the bottom?"

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

Angel let out a long, satisfying scream… * * * Awaking while bolting upright in her bed, Angel clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream. Sweat beaded along her brow. Reaching down, she felt her cum smeared across her thighs. This dream was the most outrageous yet. There was no way that Bastien would do those things. It had been an exhilarating fantasy-torture dream, only for her to come down to harsh reality. Her mind, her inner self was trying to turn him into the ultimate dom and for her… the ultimate man. Only it was just a dream, a secret wish that would never come true.

The next day, Alicia woke up in her room and set to leave for work. She had a restless sleep the previous night, and it worried her deeply. In her dream, she saw herself and Damian cuddled up together on a bed. He was kissing her passionately, and in another dream, she was tied up with rope. Her hands were tied together with her legs, and he prepared a whip to flog her mercilessly. Alicia sprang up from her nightmare twice, and she was unable to sleep again, as she surfed the internet and waited for the morning to arrive. She hurried through her bath and later came downstairs to join her family for breakfast.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.