Dream Smp Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Since then, I’ve been dreaming about you. About your scent. About the sound of your voice. About your fucking moan caught in your throat when I touched you for the first time.” “About your taste, about the way you writhe when I fuck you in my dreams.” The Lycan completed, hoarse with desire. Susan gasped. Her heart hammered in her chest. “The dreams…” Dmitry smiled sideways, obscene. “Yes, I know you call me into them,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, while his hand held her leg open. “All night calling me. Begging me! Come, Dmitry… Fuck me… Mark me… Destroy me!”

“Promise me you won’t shut me out.” His expression softened—just slightly. “I promise,” he murmured. And for the first time, I believed him. Damien’s POV I didn’t dream much anymore. When I did, it was never pleasant. But that night, I dreamt of fire. Of blood. Of Aurora slipping through my fingers, her screams echoing in my skull. I woke with a start, my chest tight, my breathing ragged. Aurora stirred beside me, her body warm against mine. I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent, willing the nightmare to fade.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

We stay that way for some time until I was already half asleep in my drenched shirt and bare bottom that I hear him muttering, “Why did you do this Soph." I'm too tired to mouth a word, my throat is dry from the screams he forced out of me, so I close my eyes telling myself this is just a dream. It’s just one of the dreams I always have, having rough angry sex with Mr Sinclair, my sugar daddy.

But the other part the one aching for more than mediocre touches wanted to dive straight in. “I should find my friend,” I said weakly, not moving an inch. Damien smiled, amused and predatory. “Sophia left with one of my associates. She’s occupied.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Which means you’re all mine for the rest of the night… if you want to be.” His breath was warm, carrying the faint scent of scotch. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “This is crazy,” I whispered. “You’re old enough to be ”

He was my brooding, unyielding man. Turning my attention to Damian, I noticed him fixated on the closed door. "Is this a dream?" he wondered aloud. A laugh bubbled forth from me. "No, it's reality." Damian sighed, closing his eyes, and I tucked him in, whispering, "You should rest." He succumbed to slumber, his breathing finding a steady rhythm. As time flowed by, my eyelids grew heavy, and I succumbed to drowsiness. My final conscious image was of Damian in repose, a testament to the newfound bond between father and son.

Dimitri said softly, his breath fanning Dominic's neck and shoulder. Dimitri reaches up and slowly turns Dominic. "I hate myself for hurting you. I hate that I threw us away. I dream about you every night. My dreams are so vivid and so real, I swear I can taste you! In my dreams, you let me make it up to you. In my dreams, you let me mend your broken heart. In my dreams, I show you every day how sorry I am. In my dreams, I worship this sexy body of yours, and I make love to you."

If Neah wasn't aware of her situation, she would have embraced the males that stood before her but she knew better than anyone who they were and just then, the realization hit her, it was the same strange males, the same ones that aroused her in her dreams. The reason for her wet dreams was all because of these beautiful males. Neah felt her entire system freeze in shock, she could no longer move a finger as if her ass was super glued to the ground. Different piles of emotions arose within her and she swallowed hard gazing up at them. "You belong to us kitten, we can't stay back!," Damian said, his tone calm but bearing a deep dominance. Damon moved closer towards her, his expression seemed

Sable POV I’m embarrassed. I was awakened from a very hot dream, featuring one Alpha Jaxon. It felt real. His kisses up and down my body, the way he caressed my skin, his lips on my neck. Just thinking about it is getting me hot and bothered. And of course, who is waking me up? None other than the man I was dreaming about. “Good dream?” He says with a smirk on his face. I scowled at him. “Yeah, such a turn on when one mate knows how to treat another mate.” I shot back.

We are both trembling as we lean our foreheads together trying to steady our breathing, our eyes closed. DAMIAN'S POV Life is sweet when you find the right person to share your dreams and visions with, and this beautiful gift right here is that one person for me - brought to me by fate, and blessed for me by the heavens. If there is anything that I would change about our story, it would be our encounter. I would bring it sooner. Then again, would that make our story this interesting? No!