Archive of Our Own

There are endless secrets on the Dream SMP.

Little ones: Sapnap likes pumpkin pie. Ranboo keeps pressed flowers in a chest. Ponk likes thunderstorms.

Big ones: Technoblade has a cave full of wither skeleton skulls. Quackity is building an army to kill someone. Sam has been paid by Dream to make an inescapable prison.

And then there are secrets so terrifying, they are kept close to their holder’s hearts. There’s a beautiful egg underneath someone’s house. Someone is falling in love. And Tommy is a succubus.

He lets people say he’s an imp. He’s behaved in all the normal ways for imps, being mischievous and laughing loudly and hurling insults like he was born with them in his mouth. He doesn’t look much like a succubus anyway, with his tiny horns and human hands. Imp works. Imp fits. 

He’s never worried about not being a stereotypical succubus. He doesn’t care that he isn’t seductive. It’s not an issue. Well, he’s been managing it. Or— listen, there’s only so much he can do, okay? He copes.

It’s been hard, but it’s not like there are food banks for what he needs. He’s told only the people he has to. Wilbur knew. Tubbo knows. If it isn’t alright, it’s enough.

But Tommy doesn’t have Tubbo or Wilbur anymore. When Tubbo had told him he was selfish, that he couldn’t do one thing for him…

Shit. Tommy is brooding again.

He slams his pick into the stone underneath the beach and cringes as water pours through. He shoves a block of dirt into it and grudgingly makes his way back to the surface.

He’s hungry.

Tommy needs more than food. He tears into every steak he’s given, downs bread like he’s taking shots. But it’s never enough.

Something dark and dangerous and desperate rears its head inside Tommy. He wasn’t even attracted to Wilbur or Tubbo. No more than he’s attracted to most people. Wilbur at least liked him as a person, but he still cringed away from Tommy when he…fed.

Tubbo never pretended to enjoy it, and by the end of Tommy’s stay in L’Manberg he’d been offered excuses half the time he managed to ask. He was half starving before he was ever exiled.

Maybe Dream doesn’t know the second reason Tommy is so desperate to see Tubbo, aside from the all-consuming loneliness that grips him when he thinks about his friend.

…Maybe Tommy doesn’t have room to hope anymore.

Fuck desire, Tommy thinks. His tail swishes in agitation. He can do this. He’s a big man. Worst case scenario, his plans fails, Dream tells everyone his secret, and they all laugh about stupid, obnoxious Tommy, begging for dick. It’s not like he’s there to see it, anyway.

Oh shit, what if he’s actually alone after this? If Dream is so repulsed by his proposition he stops coming, no-one would ever visit him at all. He’d die. He’d actually die. What if—

Dream steps out of Tommy’s portal. Tommy takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders.

“Showtime.” Tommy whispers.

“You’re acting weird today.” Dream says, face mask hiding his frown, but his voice betraying it. 

“Aha, yeah. I mean, no. I’m just… thinking about something.” Tommy says, sweating.

Dream raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He stores his crossbow back in his inventory, a trail of smoke billowing up between them,

Tommy’s foot trails the edge of the crater where his stuff was just blown up. Again.

“Uh.” Tommy says. He twists his fingers between each other, wringing his hands. “Say you knew someone who, uh, had to do something, or else they’d die, right?”

“…Okay.” Dream says, drawing out the word.

Tommy clears his throat. “So, if this person had to do something to live, would you like, hypothetically, be willing to help them, maybe?”

“What do you want, Tommy?” Dream says, voice sharp. Tommy cringes back.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I just- I don’t have anyone else to ask, and you said you were my friend, and I just, it hurts, Dream. I can’t do this any more.”

Dream’s brow furrows, and he levels Tommy with a disapproving stare. “What are you talking about? You have food, water, a fucking bed. I’ve been generous to you.”

“I know you have!” Tommy says quickly, resisting the urge to run, just fucking run, “But I need… more. Not more!” Tommy corrects when Dream’s eyes flash. “Not more, just- I need something else.”

Dream is silent for a long while, and Tommy loses himself in watching the way Dream’s throat bobs as he swallows. He licks his lips.

“...Tell me what exactly you’re asking for, and I’ll consider it.” 

“Thank you.” Tommy says, feeling relief wash over him. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Spit it out already.” Right. Dream may be his best bet to feed, but he’s still a dick. Tommy’s also pretty sure he’s been trying to kill him, very, very slowly.

Tommy swallows, feeling his heartbeat in his head. He chokes the words out. “I need you to fuck me.”

Tommy watches, nearly petrified as Dream blinks three times in a row, before he snorts.

“That’s not a funny joke, Tommy. God, I don’t know why you think it’s okay to say shit like that.” Dream turns to walk back through the portal.

“It’s not a joke!” Tommy cries, stepping forward, grabbing the edge of Dream’s hoodie. “I’m not an imp. I… I’m a succubus.”

The silence between them is so loud Tommy can only hear the sea. It washes the air clean of the words he’s said. He wants to take them back, but he wants to feed more. He wants it in the same way he wants to breathe when being choked, the same way he wants to scream when stabbed.

“Please.” Tommy says, licking his lips. “Please, Dream. I need this. I need this or I’ll die. Like, actually die, not in the blue balls kind of way.”

“…You’re really serious, aren’t you?” Dream says, shocked. His eyes turn calculating. “And you lied to me this whole time.”

“No!” Tommy says, “I never said anything, but I didn’t… I didn’t lie. I just… let people assume.” Tommy tries to control his breathing so he doesn’t let panicked shakes wrack his body, but it’s hard. Dream hasn’t run away yet. Maybe that’s a good thing?

Dream lets out a dark chuckle that turns into full blown laughter. Tommy watches him, his heart sinking with every second of shame. He looks away to stare at the distant forest, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Well, well, well.” Dream says, laughter petering out, “Looks like you’ve got some brains in there after all. Never would have thought you could be so devious.” Dream says, looking at him… appreciatively? Tommy fights down his embarrassment.

“Please.” Tommy says quietly. “I just need to feed. You can choose any way you want but… I’m starving. I don’t… I don’t have anyone else.” His voice cracks at the end, and Tommy clenches his jaw.

“You need me.” Dream says, pleased.

Tommy makes a face at that. “Okay, well, when you say it like that it sounds weird. I need to feed, so–”

“You need me.” Dream says, voice cold. “Say it, and I’ll feed you.”

Tommy snaps his head around to stare at Dream with hopeful eyes. “Seriously? You’ll help?” He lets out a shaky sigh, feeling fear wash from his body. “Oh thank fucking god, I thought I was actually going to waste away.”

Dream cuts him off by grabbing his chin with a gloved hand. Tommy freezes, smelling the gunpowder on his fingers.

“Say it, Tommy.” Dream says, voice deceptively light.

Tommy swallows his fear alongside his pride. It’s not his stomach, exactly, but something deep within him growls when Dream is this close, looking at him like that.

“I need you.” Tommy says quietly. He watches with slow building wonder as Dream’s eyes scrunch up, pleased. He realizes that under his mask, Dream is smiling. 

He liked that, Tommy thinks. Dream liked it when I said that.

The feeling is heady, like smelling a delicious meal after not eating for a week. Embarrassingly, his knees grow weak.

“Dream.” Tommy says, reaching out to clutch at Dream’s shoulders. “I’m so fucking hungry, I just need something– You. I need you.”

Dream raises his chin and Tommy hears the breath he takes in. He’s still staring at Tommy, but he stops to slide the face mask off his mouth and nose. He can just see the vicious grin on his face before Dream kisses him.

Tommy’s brain stops. 

No one has ever kissed him before. Not like this. Properly, on the mouth, with feeling. Tommy can feel how eager Dream is to do this. He wants to kiss Tommy. Dream… wants Tommy.

That hungry thing in Tommy’s soul howls.

He returns the kiss desperately. He tries to keep up, but it’s everything he can do to just hold on, digging his nails deeper into Dream’s hoodie as he kisses the living daylights out of him.

Dream pulls back from the kiss with a smirk that Tommy wants to wipe from his face. If it means that he can feel more of that desire though, if he can feel wanted…

“Did you like that, little imp?” Dream says, smiling with too many teeth. 

Tommy feels his reason slip away between his ribs. All that’s left is a need for more. 

It’s cloying, the way Tommy presses his mouth against Dream’s. He snakes one hand up Dream’s back to thread his fingers in his hair, the other clutching at his back, trying to drag Dream closer. He needs this. He wants this. Fuck, he’s never felt this good before. It’s like he’s drinking up the nectar of the gods, delicious, even if it’s not filling. Candyfloss and coke.

Dream, for his part, isn’t idle as they kiss again. He reaches his hands up to rub at Tommy’s sides, making him shudder. Even when Dream reaches further back to prop up Tommy’s spine in his hands, he can feel the phantom touches like static against his skin.

Tommy breaks away from the kiss with a gasp, staring at Dream with wide eyes.

“How do you want to do this?” Dream asks, running a hand through Tommy’s hair. He tips his head back into it, baring his throat to Dream, who runs his gaze across the stretch of skin. He looks disturbingly unruffled from their kiss. 

“Uh.” Tommy says, licking his lips. “I mean. Um. That is. Well, normally, I’d prep myself and then let someone go at it. Or uh, just a blow job if I needed something quick.”

Dream hums, tilting his head to the side in thought. His hand moves down to brush feather-light across Tommy’s neck. “You said you’d do it however I wanted, right?”

It feels like a question. It sounds like a question. Dream’s questions are usually tricks these days.

He nods slowly.

“I want to fuck you.” Dream says, staring into Tommy’s eyes. Tommy stares back at him, feeling his pulse jump under Dream’s thumb. “I want to fuck you until you beg me for it.”

“I already did.” Tommy says.

Dream laughs and Tommy flushes, not sure why he’s being laughed at. The sound slides away until all that’s left in the air is their heavy breathing. When Tommy manages to look back up at Dream, his gaze is hungry.

“Take off your clothes, Tommy.” He says, stepping back.

Tommy swallows nervously, hands moving clumsily. He tugs off his shirt and shoe, cargo pants coming off slower. He fiddles with the hem of his underwear, suddenly feeling very shy.

“We, um. We’re just out in the open. Should we go into the tent, maybe?” Tommy asks, looking sidelong at Dream.

“Why?” Dream says, voice light. “It’s not like anyone is going to come by anyways.”

Tommy’s mind shutters. Right. Of course they won’t. He’s alone. That’s why this is happening at all.

His tail lashes in the air. How Dream can make him feel so good one moment and so horrible the next, he doesn’t know.

“Right.” Tommy says. “I… okay.”

Dream sighs, reaching forward to hold Tommy again. “I’m here, aren’t I? And I’ll help you. You will always have me. I want you.”

Tommy nods silently, feeling his tail whipping back and forth, nervous energy buzzing under his skin.

“Come on, Tommy,” Dream says, “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Shut up.” Tommy says, wrapping his arms around himself. This is embarrassing. He’s, god, he’s starving. He’s starving, and Dream is over here just being Dream, and it’s maddening. Everything feels so much worse, because it’s Dream who is about to feed him.

He really does rely on him for everything. He feels stupid for asking. He feels stupid for not asking sooner.

Tommy is frozen, and Dream takes control, pulling him closer. His hands trail down Tommy’s sides, running his fingers along the waistline of his boxers. Tommy tenses, but Dream just pulls him to him by his hips, and Tommy squeaks.

“What the fuck.” Tommy says, mind reeling. “I didn’t. I mean.”

“You’re going to be so good.” Dream says, nipping at Tommy’s ear. Tommy’s sure he’s blushing all the way to his chest now, torn between the absolute power that’s coming from Dream’s desire and his own terror at the thought of what this man could do to him. What all that desire could make him feel.

He’d never need to go hungry again. If he plays his cards right—

Tommy wraps his arms around Dream’s back hesitantly, sliding a hand under his hoodie to feel along his spine. He can feel the impression of his ribs under his shoulder blade. Dream sighs into the touch, rubbing circles into Tommy’s hips.

“Can you… take it off?” Tommy asks, unsure of where they stand right now. Dream wants him, he thinks. Genuinely wants him. But it’s also Dream. The guy who killed him. The dude who turned his friends on him and got him exiled. The dude who has been blowing up his stuff every fucking day. How does lust come into that?

Easily, apparently. Dream shucks off his hoodie with no hesitation. His jeans too. Tommy’s jaw drops as he takes in Dream’s body, realizing that Dream is just gratuitously hot. His eyes are bright, his grin lascivious, and he’s got a body that Tommy could climb like a tree. He shuts his teeth with a click.

“No, man. That’s just not fair.” Tommy says, groaning. “Come on, the least you could do is be all wimpy under the hoodie, what the fuck.”

Dream snorts, unashamed. Tommy takes another look at his body, and holy hell. He was already desperate to feed, but now he kind of likes the idea of getting railed by Dream. Tommy wants to feed from him, just, with an all consuming lust.

Well, shit, He thinks. This won't end well.

“Come here.” Dream croons. Tommy briefly mourns his own backbone, and then he steps into Dream’s arms.

Dream kisses him again, slower this time. He chases after his mouth, but Dream’s hand on his chin comes back, titling his gaze to the sky. He closes his eyes a second later as he feels Dream kiss his neck so, so sweetly.

“I- hng.” Tommy says, hands searching for something to grip onto. He doesn’t know what to do with this. It feels like Dream is the one trying to devour him, especially as he begins to suck on his pulse. “Feels good.” Tommy stutters out, finally resting his hands on Dream’s shoulders. The skin is warm, covered with freckles that Tommy stares at.

“Good.” Dream says, the words breathed directly onto Tommy’s skin. He shivers.

“I um. I am kinda hungry though. So if I could just get your dick in my mouth or something,”

“I said I was going to fuck you.” Dream says, tone too light. It feels like Tommy’s being tested again, being asked which rule he broke after Dream has made up a new one. Tommy swallows, hands mindlessly tensing on Dream’s shoulders.

“Yeah! And you can! Uh, for sure. That would be super pog. But I’m getting lightheaded here, so. Um.”

Tommy’s sentence fizzles out as Dream’s hands snake lower, to his chest. His breath hitches as Dream brushes his thumbs over Tommy’s nipples.

Tommy doesn’t say anything after that, even as Dream leads them to the bed in his tent, apparently not willing to fuck Tommy out in the grass. He wishes it felt like Dream was doing it out of kindness.

“Thanks.” Tommy says anyways, as Dream pushes him onto the bed. Dream’s eyes flash and he gives Tommy another crinkly-eyed smile.

“You look nice like this, you know?” Dream says, sitting on the bed next to Tommy. “It almost makes me wonder how no one knew you were a succubus.”

Tommy gulps. “I mean, a few people did. I had to feed, you know.”

“Mm.” Dream says, leaning forward to mouth at Tommy’s nipple in between words. “And who was feeding you before this?”

There probably should have been warning bells going off in Tommy’s head at that. Mostly he’s focused on the feeling of the warm-wet-hot tongue that is laving at his nipple. Dream’s rolling the other between lazy fingers, pinching it when Tommy doesn’t respond. 

“Oh god.” Tommy groans. “That was. I mean. Uh.”

“Who fed you?” Dream says again, looking up at Tommy with red lips and dark eyes.

“Wilbur.” Tommy says. “And- and Tubbo. After he died. Sort of.”

Dream gives him a thin smile, pinching his nipples and pulling harder now. Tommy gasps, hands shooting out to take fistfuls of his sheets.

“Did they make you feel this good?” Dream asks, voice as calm as glass.

Tommy shakes his head in a furious no. He has never felt like this. Every touch is amplified from the way Tommy can feel Dream wanting him to feel good. Dream wants to do these things to Tommy. It’s a magic on its own, one where he didn’t know what he was missing until now. Tommy could get drunk off it. 

“I told you I was a better friend than Tubbo.” Dream says, trailing his hands down Tommy’s sides again. Tommy doesn’t say what he’s thinking, that this doesn’t really feel like friend behavior. He’s too distracted by arching into Dream’s hands again, the touch both too much and nowhere near enough. “I can take care of you, if you let me. Just look at you,” Dream says, pressing Tommy’s hips down into the bed when he tries to move them. “You look amazing. I did this. I make you feel good.”

“Yes.” Tommy says shortly, trying not to buck up into Dream’s hands. “Can we- will you please fuck me, now?”

Dream gives him a shark’s smile, and pulls down Tommy’s underwear. He lets out a pleased hum when he sees he’s already hard, the tip of his dick flushed red.

“Perfect.” Dream murmurs, reaching a hand out to firmly stroke Tommy’s cock.

“Ah, fuck!” Tommy says, bucking his hips up. Dream uses his other hand to press his abdomen down into the bed. Tommy feels dizzy with how big it is, how warm his fingers feel, splayed out against Tommy’s sensitive skin. The heat of something deeper sinks into him from the skin contact. Magic. Desire. Dream. 

“Stay still, Tommy.” Dream says absently. Huh. He hadn’t noticed how much he was squirming on the bed. Dream opens his mouth and a pool of saliva drops down onto his hand. He works it over Tommy, the slide of skin becoming so much better. 

Tommy tries to calm down, but his mind is mostly a string of holy shit, and what the fuck, as Dream’s hand circles him so well, fist tight against his shaft. He honest to god whimpers when Dream’s thumb smoothes over the head of his cock, smearing precum down the side of it.

Tommy does his best to stay still as Dream jerks him off, but it’s hard. He can’t help the gasps that fall out of his mouth, or the tiny thrusts he tries to make into Dream’s fist. When Dream lets go of his hip at the same time he stops moving his hand, Tommy moans and bucks up into it, the sound obscenely lewd. 

He looks up to see Dream smiling as he watches him fall apart. He lets Tommy thrust up into his fist for a little longer, raising his hand higher and higher until Tommy can only just fuck the tip of his dick into it. Tommy cant think, can't make a sound that isn't a plaintive, keening moan. He lets out a wet gasp when Dream pulls his hand off completely. 

Tommy swallows down a whine, staring at the ceiling of his tent while he tries to catch his breath. He’s still hungry, still needs more, but goddamn. 

After he’s caught his breath he sits up, propping himself up on his elbows. He blinks when he sees Dream watching him, a filthy smirk on his face. 

“Who knew you could be so hot.” Dream says. His hands move from his hips to Tommy’s thighs, palming them roughly. He pushes his legs apart slowly. Even though Tommy looks away, he can feel Dream’s gaze burning into his skin. 

“I haven’t prepped yet.” He says, still breathing hard.  “I– I was just going to ask you today, I didn't know it would be like, well, this.”

“I’ll prep you.” Dream says, making it sound like a grave declaration. Tommy purses his lips.

That’s… something. He doesn’t trust Dream. Sure he’s hot, and he clearly wants to fuck Tommy. But that doesn't mean he won’t hurt him, or that he knows how to prep someone.

He can feel the tent around them getting smaller. He swallows down a protest as he realizes that he isn’t in a position to argue. It’s not like he has lube. Or much of anything, aside from the picture of the Queen hung up on the wall. And if he says no, Dream might just let him starve.

He’s so hungry.

He stares blankly at the portrait of old Lizzie. Lie back and think of England, indeed. Tommy snorts at his own joke, missing when Dream pulls a little bottle of clear, viscous fluid out. Tommy hears the pop of the cork coming out though, and he stares at Dream in disbelief.

“You just have lube?” Tommy asks. “You just carry that around with you? The fuck?”

Dream raises an eyebrow at him. “I could always use more spit, if you hate it so much.”

Tommy flinches back, drawing his legs away from Dream, who rolls his eyes.

“I was joking Tommy, god. You always think the worst of me. I got this out of my enderchest.”

Tommy looks down at where Dream’s pointing to the enderchest Tommy had worked so hard to get, set right down by his bed.

“Oh.” Tommy says, licking his lips. “Oh, sorry. I don’t… I’m just nervous I guess.”

Dream gives him a little look, and Tommy gets caught up in trying to decipher it. It’s so strange being able to see all of Dream’s face. He’s only gotten little glimpses since getting exiled. Now, he’s presented with the whole thing. It’s incongruous.

Dream really is quite pretty. 

He’s fucking gorgeous when he’s pouring lube onto his fingers. Only when they’re absolutely dripping with it does he stop, pouring the rest of the small vial onto Tommy’s dick. He shivers as it slides down his skin. It's cold, but it doesn't do anything to make his erection go down. Dream warms it up quickly when he tosses the empty vial over his shoulder so he can begin smearing the lube across Tommy's cock until it’s glistening. Tommy desperately aches for him to finish the handjob, but his touch is so light it’s mostly sound. 

He jumps when a wet finger from his other hand presses against his rim. Dream doesn’t say anything, just petting against him. Tommy expects him to just go in, but Dream keeps petting, keeps stroking until Tommy is the one pressing against it. The hand on his cock goes away, Dream getting his thigh messy when he grabs it again. He holds him open, and–

Fuck. The finger slips in, and Tommy throws his head back. It’s probably pavlovian, but he feels a shudder run through him as something enters his asshole. Yes, he thinks, finally. Finally, he’ll be full. 

Yeah, he’s definitely lightheaded now.

Dream slowly works his finger inside until he’s taken it all the way, and Tommy realizes that he’s drooling a bit. He tries to be subtle as he wipes it off with the back of his hand, but Dream’s smirk says all he needs to know.

“Shut up.” Tommy mutters. Dream presses a second finger into him, and he groans.

“Look at you,” Dream says. “You really are hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Tommy hisses. Dream meets his glare head on.

“Desperate,” Dream says, stretching Tommy’s asshole. “You’re shaking already. What will you say when I’m inside you?”

Tommy doesn’t know. He just knows that he needs this. He belatedly realizes that Dream’s right, he is shaking. His hips are straining to stay up as Dream stretches him out.

He looks away sharply, shame flooding through him. He can’t even tell where all of it is coming from. From Dream talking like that, certainly. From having to ask for this at all, yes. But right now, it feels like there’s a lot of shame rising in tandem with his dick. He’s so fucking hard, all but on the verge of begging from having Dream’s fingers up his ass, and he only wants more. It’s embarrassing. 

“Can you—” Tommy’s hands twist in his sheets. “Can you hurry up already? I’m not getting any younger.”

“I think you’ll take what you get, and you’ll like it.”

Tommy’s eyes snap back to Dream at his tone. It’s dark and dangerous, just like he sounds when Tommy’s held onto his inventory for too long. Except— he doesn’t have anything to throw down right now. He can’t– how does he fix this?

He struggles to breathe. Dream doesn’t notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care. He just slides a third finger into Tommy, fucking them into him. When Tommy is struggling to breathe because of how damn good it feels and not out of fear, he just barely fits a fourth into him. 

Tommy feels his eyes get wet as everything bubbles up inside of him. His face is hot from the humiliation and from the inescapable pleasure. He can’t run from it, doesn’t actually want to, but it’s so much, and still not at all what he needs. Then Dream presses his fingers up, and Tommy feels tears slip out of him. 

“Oh– god! Fuck.” He gasps, the words coming out garbled. “Fucking– fuck me.”

Dream’s lips part as he stares at him. His fingers don’t stop their assault on Tommy’s prostate, but he’s transfixed as he watches Tommy cry. 

“...Please.” Tommy grits out. “Dream, Dream please. Please, just fuck me. I need it— you. I need you.”

Dream grins at him, manic and beautiful. He pumps his fingers in and out of Tommy more forcefully.

“Yeah? You want it?” He asks, a bit breathless. Tommy barely notices, too focused on how his dick is jumping against his skin. He feels stretched out everywhere, like his bones are expanding, making room for Dream whenever he finally fucks him.

Or maybe he’s just going to faint from hunger. There’s certainly some blood loss in his head, with most of it filling his dick.

“Answer me, Tommy.” Dream says, stretching his fingers obscenely inside of him.

Tommy half sobs, half groans. “I want it. I want you. Please. I’m– fuck, Dream, please—”

Dream surges forward to capture Tommy in a kiss. He doesn’t fight it. When Dream’s fingers tug on his hair, he lets himself be pulled. He needs this. He needs Dream. He needs to feed. 

“Dream,” He whispers. He unclenches his fingers from where he’d buried them in the bedsheets to grab Dream’s shoulders. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” 

“Yes,” Dream gasps, grinding himself against Tommy’s ass. He groans as he feels Dream’s dick rock against him. He’s rock hard, and Tommy wants that in him, now. 

“Fuck, you want me so bad.” Dream says, pulling his fingers out of Tommy to fumble with his pants. “I’m all you need. Your everything, forever. Just me, right, Tommy?”

Tommy doesn’t think he’s waiting for an answer. He tries his best anyway, but it gets lost in his throat when Dream finally pulls off his boxers. His dick sits on top of Tommy’s own, nearly as hard and terribly heavy. It’s hot, the skin-on-skin, and he pushes himself forward to try to get it in his ass. 

“Desperate,” Dream groans, “All for me, all mine. You’re mine, Tommy. Fuck, I should have done this ages ago. Why didn’t you tell me, huh? Don’t you trust me?”

“Sorry.” Tommy bites out, still trying to shift on the bed so that Dream will sink into him. “Fuck, put it in me, inside, please, please, please.”

Dream huffs out a strained laugh, lining his cock up with one hand while the other grips Tommy’s side hard enough it hurts. Tommy doesn’t care though, because Dream is pushing in and in and in–

Tommy can taste the magic under Dream’s skin. 

All his senses sharpen and narrow until Dream is all he sees, the tent and the picture of Lizzie and even the sunlight fading into nothing. He hears Dream’s heartbeat under his skin, hears him groan under his breath as he sinks in fully. Tommy can taste his magic, so much magic, all for Tommy. All for the taking. 

He knows that his pupils have taken over his eyes when Dream’s breath hitches, staring at them. Dream immediately tries to pretend like he’s not affected. He might have succeeded if Tommy weren’t now connected to him like they shared one body. 

“Aw, look at you.” Dream coos over top of his own rough breathing, “Does it feel good?” 

Tommy snarls and opens his mouth to respond, but Dream’s fingers immediately pry his mouth open, not letting him speak. 

“Your teeth,” Dream breathes, only inches away from his face. “You really do look like a monster now.” 

Huh. Tommy’s never had enough magic in him to transform like this. Now that he’s aware of it, he can feel his teeth slowly elongating into fangs. Dream pokes and prods at them, letting Tommy focus on the rest of his body. His nails are thickening too,  lengthening until they’re more claw than nail. The tiny horns on his head grow just enough that they stick out of his hair. 

His tail lashes wildly as he struggles to just sit there, not moving as Dream’s cock rests in his ass, his fingers in his mouth. He’s just here, getting used. He’s getting used for Dream’s pleasure, and Dream wants to use him. Dream wants so Dream takes and all Tommy has to do is take it–

It’s an endless wave of pleasure and magic, and Tommy is never, ever giving this up. 

He wraps his lips around Dream’s fingers and sucks at the same time that he clenches around Dream’s dick. Dream lets out a sharp gasp, making a single thrust forward into Tommy. He basks in the magic that filters into him as he makes Dream feel good. It’s thick and substantial in a way that it never was with Tubbo or Wilbur. It’s pure desire. 

Dream looks at him for a bit, mapping out his face. Tommy gives him the same treatment back, delighting in the opportunity to stare at Dream’s cheeks, nose, lips and chin. He’s got a bit of a tan line across the band of his nose from wearing the mask. It’s unexpectedly pretty. 

He’s distracted from his examination when Dream leans forward, pulling his fingers out of his mouth to rub his horns. It pushes his cock further into him. Tommy whimpers. 

“Can you feel them?” Dream asks, stroking his thumb over them. Tommy nods weakly, just staring up at Dream as his face shows blatant fascination. 

“P–please.” Tommy chokes out, clenching around Dream again. “Please. Please fuck me. You– you said you’d fuck me.” 

Dream looks down at him, eyes lit up with amusement as he gives a slow thrust into Tommy, too gentle and too much all at once. 

“I think I said that you would lay there and take what I gave you, Tommy.” He says, hands teasing down Tommy’s body. He stops at his hips, grabbing on and stilling Tommy where he was rocking into Dream as best he could. 

“Please.” Tommy says again. He looks up at Dream, too desperate to hide it under any bravado. “You feel– fuck, Dream you feel so good. You– I need it. I need you. Please, I– fuck!” 

Dream’s smile is loving, but the grip on his hips is not. Tommy struggles to breathe as Dream sheathes himself inside fully, dick pressing up deliciously against his walls. 

“I know about succubi, Tommy.” Dream says, not moving an inch. “‘To lie beneath’. That’s what you are. That’s what you’re made for.” He leans down, whisper tickling Tommy’s ear. 

“You were made for this, Tommy. For me. So just listen to me for once, and let me fuck you, yeah?” 

Tommy feels hot, fat tears running down his burning face. He nods eagerly, too overwhelmed by Dream’s fucking lust to do anything else. He feels– he feels so good. He’s never felt this good. He’s never felt this full of magic before. It makes him feel–

Wanted. 

“I– I’ll listen. I can do it.” Tommy finally manages. “I’m sorry, Dream.” 

Dream coos, stroking a possessive hand down Tommy’s abdomen. “I know you will, Tommy.” 

Dream thrusts into him, hard. 

Tommy gasps. His hands clench his sheets, and he’s struck by something else, besides Dream’s longing to have him submit. It’s there, when Dream does it again and again. It’s Tommy’s own pleasure, skin tingling as his dick twitches against his skin. 

“Fuck.” He sobs as Dream’s pace begins to build up into a steady rhythm. “Fucking– holy shit. Fuck.” 

“Nothing holy about it.” Dream says over the slapping of their skin. “Can’t believe how much you, hah, wanted this. Never thought you– would seduce me. You made me want you. All that talk about church prime, and for what?” 

“I don’t– oh, fuck! W–what?” 

Tommy can’t even begin to figure out what Dream is saying, caught up in the threads of magic building up in his body. Dream spreads his legs open a little more, stretching him enough that he can feel the way his rim is stretched by Dream’s dick. He rolls his head back, shutting his eyes. He feels like he’s drowning, over and over again, as pleasure and power flood him. 

“Little demon.” Dream purrs, fucking into him ruthlessly. “So fucking desperate for attention. You know if getting fucked was all you needed, there was no need for all the foreplay, right?”

“What fucking–” Tommy moans as Dream pressed his fingers into the flesh of his thigh, “What fucking foreplay?” 

“No need to lie now.” Dream says, grinning wild and free. “You wanted this. You wanted me. You wanted to feel just like this.”

“Mm, not re– Oh fuck, yes!” Tommy cries, as Dream’s hand starts stroking his cock in the middle of his denial. It’s still slick from the lube Dream had poured over it. “Oh, fuck, yes, just like– just like that. Please, please, please, cum in me.”

Dream leans forward, pushing deeper and deeper still into Tommy until he’s nearly pressed flat on top of him, his hips slamming home. His hand works sloppily between them, sending shudders down Tommy’s spine. His tail is spasming on the bed. 

“Made for me.” Dream grunts, “Made for this. Made for taking my cock. Gonna– fuck, gonna fucking fill you up. No one else. No one else can do this to you.” 

“Please, please, please,” Tommy chants, feeling the magic sparking against his skin. His legs are trembling where they’re shoved apart. “Please, I need it. Ow!”

Dream releases his teeth from Tommy’s shoulder, and Tommy sobs again as the pain mixes with the magic, with Dream’s own love for it. 

“You need me.” Dream corrects, fucking harder still into Tommy until it’s all he knows. 

“You,” Tommy says, meaning the word with everything he is. “Only you. You fuck– you fuck me– so, fuck! Fuck! Dream!” 

Dream’s relentless fucking and his sloppy handjob work together, bringing Tommy to a screaming climax. He scrapes his claws down Dream’s back, writhing as he’s fucked brutally through it. 

Dream watches him the whole time, snarling as Tommy scrapes hard enough to draw blood. 

“Yes,” Dream says, “Just for me. You need me!” 

He slams his hips into Tommy’s prostate, sending a bolt of pleasure so forcefully through him that Tommy can’t breathe. It’s nothing though, compared to when Dream finally cums inside of him. 

Tommy can’t see over the pleasure, over what feels like his mind cracking under the onslaught of Dream’s lust. It’s burning, it’s blinding. It’s all he is, for a few seconds. He did that. He is that. He– Tommy is–

Tommy is full. 

When he comes back to consciousness, he’s breathing slowly. Dream pants over him, his hot breath fanning out over Tommy’s chest. 

Another wave of pleasure courses through him as Dream pulls his dick out to watch his own cum fall from his ass. Tommy twitches and chokes out a moan, too full to think. 

“Fuck.” Dream says breathily. “Holy shit. That was great.” 

Tommy doesn’t respond. He’s staring up at Tnret’s ceiling, finally understanding why he’s felt so wrong. This whole time– this whole time, he thought that he was the worst succubus in the world. He’s been coping, he’d thought. But no. He’s been fucking starving. 

Tommy stretches a hand out across the sheets, lovingly trailing his claws across it. He stares at his knuckles, and his forearm, and the inside of his elbow. They all– All of him finally, truly feels alive. 

He rolls over slowly, magic easing the movement into something sublime and sultry and seductive. 

When he lifts his chin up, he knows he looks good. He knows that he’s flushed with sweat and tears and spit, and that Dream loves it. Loves him, in this moment. Tommy can tell, the second they make eye contact, that Dream is just as hooked as he is. The magic between them is still in place, and Tommy can feel Dream’s heartbeat in his own chest. He feels it pick up while he stares at Tommy. 

Dream’s eyes are wide, and his breath hitches. He trails his eyes down Tommy’s outstretched body, looking at him like he’s never seen him before. 

Tommy grins, teeth glinting. 

Dream hasn’t seen him before, full of power like this. No-one has.  

“Dream,” He says, barely more than a whisper. 

Dream’s eyes snap to his. “Hm?” 

“Will you… stay?” He asks, not sure if the flood of magic or dopamine is to blame for the gall that asking for that takes. He doesn’t take it back though, scooting over in the cot to make room for Dream. 

Dream smiles, something possessive and cruel and everything Tommy wants. He slides into the bed with Tommy easily, running his hands over the bruises and bites beginning to show on his skin. 

“For a bit.” Dream says, relaxing next to Tommy. 

Tommy hums, running his own hands over Dream’s chest. He finds himself endlessly curious about Dream’s nipples, and begins to rub one, fascinated by the texture. 

“If you keep that up, I’m going to think you want a round two.” Dream says, voice much closer to Tommy’s ear than he expected. 

He looks up, still brimming with power and satisfaction and the ferocious feeling of victory in the cum that is slicking up his thighs. 

“Just two?” Tommy asks, before he realizes exactly how it sounds. 

“Needy, needy, needy.” Dream says, bringing Tommy closer to nip at his neck. “How hard is it to fuck a succubus stupid? How many times can a succubus cum in a day?”

“I… don’t know.” Tommy says. 

Dream is all smiles. “Well, that won’t do. Let’s find out.” 

Tommy knows, the situation is fucked. He’s fucked. It doesn’t make him any less happy to be fucked into the mattress again and again, Dream’s name on his lips and magic in his veins.