Dream X Sapnap Novels & Stories

Jade stood with his crutches by his side, wishing she would remember him just that moment. With the breeze hitting her face, she climbed send her eyes at the fall. With buzzing bullets in the air, Sapphire turned back. Her eyes met met Ace's as he pulled the trigger. All the dashing poured in through at once. Sapphire gasped for air as she opened her eyes, realizing it was all a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. Her breathing thickened while she tried to control it. With her hands in her sweaty forehead, she felt a pain striking through it.

"This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it's your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way." Lily smiled, licking her lips. "You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you special." Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts, jiggling them in her hands. "Do you like what you see?"

“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

******* Dreaming ******** One day, Drake decided it was time to take a step forward. He invited Sarah to lunch at a cozy café, where they often went for brainstorming sessions. He had planned to open up about his feelings, to tell her how much he valued their friendship and how he wished to explore something more. As he shared his thoughts, his voice was laced with nervousness and vulnerability.

Sasha smiled softly, gazing down at the graves with a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I had a dream of them." Sasha said and Fiona's eyes widened. "What? Really? What was it about?" Fiona asked and Sasha shook her head. "I had forgotten what it was about but I do know that it had them." Sasha said she lied because she didn't want to disclose what she saw. She was asleep for a year and whatever she saw was actually or could be a dream and it remains with her. "Oh I see," Fiona said, not anymore interested in whatever dream Sasha had. They stood there for a while before deciding to leave. "Rest assured." Sasha whispered under her breath while staring at the graves before she finally pivoted on h

I said while daydreaming for a while, until finally without realizing it I fell asleep. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "N-No … please d-don't...!" GSAP! "Hahh... Hahh... Hahh..." I woke up gasping for air and cold sweat pouring all over my body. My heart was beating fast as if it was about to explode. My eyes and cheeks were wet with tears and I could feel tightness in my chest as if I had been crying. "That dream again," I said while holding my dizzy head, "What kind of dream was that actually?"

The fairy seemed to understand Mane’s misgivings, so it answered thusly, “While it is true that time doesn’t flow in the Dreamscape, and that reality remains the same, the Dreamscape is still a universe that can be slightly controlled by the one facing the test. You wanted to know if you were still connected to the outside world, and your wishes were conveyed to the Dreamscape. Although you fell asleep hours ago, you only entered the Dreamscape about two hours prior to our meeting. The conversation your father and his friend were having occurred an hour before you entered the Dreamscape. What happened was, the conversation your family was having was recorded before you arrived, and played fo

Abigail instantly recognized the scent—a blend of mint and wood. It was so familiar that even after months, she could identify it in her sleep. 'I'm dreaming again,' she thought, 'about that man I shouldn't be dreaming of.' The dream felt unusually real. She could smell Xander's distinct scent and feel him massaging her feet. His touch was perfect, not too light or heavy, like he was professionally trained. It felt comforting and a bit ticklish.

A swift strike landed, and Chassy staggered backward, her movements momentarily faltering. Xander, paralyzed in the dream and unable to intervene, experienced a profound sense of helplessness. His heart ached as he watched his mate, usually a beacon of strength, weaken under the assault. The dream played out like a surreal tapestry of anguish, each frame etching a painful image in Xander's subconscious.

I tried pushing those thoughts away to focus on getting some sleep. Sasha influenced my dream that night as his smell and warmth surrounded me. In my dream he slowly undressed me while running his fingers down my spine. His lips were on mine, then on my neck and on my breast. His tongue flicked at my hard nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast. I arched my back to give him better access to my breast and felt his hardness on my thigh. Then I looked up to see Chris’s malicious sneer.