MCYT/DSMP ONESHOTS |With Ships|

Dreambur- NSFW

*requested by ajh1412 , blame them for this mess /j*

Tw: s*lf h*rm and ED symptoms like right out the bat. Like, literally in the first sentence.

Wilbur starred down at his forearm tracing over the scars and cuts that he had decorated himself with. Most of them were from his job, but sometimes he just wanted to. A cut for a hook up was his logic and how he kept track. A lot of them dated back to the revolution days. He needed extra cash, he needed his country to have a few enemies as possible, and people needed a toy. Wilbur saw it as buisness. He recounted the memory of each mark, everyone from Schlatt to Bbh. Wilbur looked up at himself in the broken mirror they had in Pogtopia. His eyes had heavy bags under them, his face was hollowing out like it did at the beginning of the revolution when he would "forget to eat" cause of stress. He looked at the broken clock and realized how late it was. Wilbur grabbed his coat and snuck past Tommy sleeping at the entrance to their current home. Wilbur had half an arm in his coat before sighing and threw it over Tommy like an oddly shaped blanket that he snuggled into in his sleep.

Wilbur smirked as he turned around and walked off to his typical meeting spot with Dream. Dream, one of the only people in the land that he hadn't hooked up with. The list being Skeppy, Karl, Dream, obviously all the kids, and Nikki. Nikki was never one to peg anyways. God was this really how he kept track of people? Who he had and hadn't had sex with? Wilbur cringed at his own thoughts and shook his head free of it all.

Wilbur stopped and stood in the typical spot. He heard a soft grunt behind him. He turned around to face Dream brushing light dirt off his knees, Wilbur scratched at his arm as he admired Dream's figure.
"Report?" Dream asked.
"Half of them believe that the traitor might be Tommy, most of them think Techno, and no one's even thought about my role. " Wilbur reported and went on about what he wants to do to destroy and take over. Dream's attention kept being drawn to Wilbur's arm, his brain picking at how often he was scratching it.
"Wilbur?" Dream interupted him.
"Yes?" Wilbur responded.
"What's up with you're arm?" Dream asked trying not to seem like he was prying.
"It's nothing really, just itchy." Wilbur brushed off.
"Would you mind if we checking it out then?" Dream asked stepping closer. Wilbur backed up a step and shook is head.
"Wil?" Dream pushed, he hid his arm behind his back. Wilbur turned to leave but Dream caught him by the wrist. His hand slidding up with his sleeve to reveal his skin. Wilbur felt his stare of shock through his mask.

"Wilbur... hold your arm out for me?" Dream asked politely. Wilbur rolled his eyes and held out his arm. Dream pulled a tiny glass jar out of some hidden pocket and dumped it's contents onto Wilbur's arm.
"Healing, keep it for small injuries but this seems more worth it." Dream said as the cuts started to melt into scarred flesh.

"Thank you." Wilbur sain quietly, he wasn't used to care to say the least. Dream matched his hand up with Wilbur's, getting distracted by the size difference. Wil pulled his hand away getting slightly flustered. He looked up at Dream, knowing they had eye contact despite his being under a mask.
"Not real used to that." Wilbur commented.
"Understandably, specially in your line of work." Dream said.
"We've been ober this, just call me a prostitute. None of that 'you're work' shit." Wilbur replied letting go of his normal filter.
"Or we could go with the more proper term, whore." Dream said trying to push Wilbur's buttons.
"I'm a lot of things but I'm not a whore. At least I'm able to keep it a secret." Wilbur retaliated.

"Watch your mouth, it's not a secret if you've just fucked so many people there's no one to tell!" Dream fought back. Wilbur threw a fist that Dream caught only centimeters from his face.
"Watch it or I'll fuck you too." Dream said pushing Wilbur back.
"Not really in the mood to add my worst enemy to the list." Wilbur said pointing to his forearm. Dream snapped and pushed Wilbur into a tree trunk, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and holding a dagger to his neck with the other. Wil tried to lean away from the knife but Dream only made the gap smaller. Suddenly Dream droped the knife in the grass and let go of Wilbur's hands but stayed close to him. Wilbur pulled down Dream's hood and held his finger's over the latch that held Dream's mask on. Dream nodded as Wilbur undid the latch, his mask falling off and landing in the dirt. Dream placed his hands on Wil's face as Wilbur drapped his arms on Dream's shoulders.

"Quick turn around." Wilbur commented as his eyes flicked between Dream's eyes and his lips.
"Figured I might as well be added onto the slut fucked list." Dream said with a smirk.
"Oo 'slut fucked list', haven't heard that one before." Wilbur snarked.
"Oh shut it." Dream pressed.
"Make me." Wilbur played brattily. Dream pressed his lips to Wilbur's, Wilbur instantly returning the action. Dream quickly moved his hand to Wilbur's throat. Not trying to choke him but just holding his hand on his neck. Wilbur grabbed Dream by the wrists and flipped him so he was against the tree. Wilbur fell to his knees holding onto the beltloops in Dream's trousers, looking up at him with almost crossed eyes.
"Hey- wait, wait, Wilbur I- you don't have to-" Dream stuttered and got down to Wilbur's level.
"Oh, oh shit shit I'm sorry." Wilbur rambled starring at the ground trying to avoid Dream's gaze. Dream cut Wilbur's ramblings with a gentle and quick kiss. He held his fourhead to Wilbur's.
"It's fine I didn't mean-, do you want to?" Dream whispered. Wilbur felt his stomach flutter.
"Oh abso-fucking-lutely." Wilbur said hungrily then immediately cringing at himself. Dream smirked and leaned back onto the tree.
"Well have at it bitch." Dream snarked undoing his own pants. Wilbur smirked as he removed one of his gloves. He staddled Dream's thighs and placed his ungloved hand on Dream's erection.

Dream breathed shakily as Wilbur ran his thumb over his shaft. Wil's cold hands reacting in an almost painful touch. Wilbur started to jerk him off slowly, gradually increasing in speed. Dream grabbed Wilbur's other hand and laced his fingers with the brits. Wil felt his heart flutter at the simple gesture, more used to hands pushing his head down or buising his waist. Wilbur slammed his lips onto Dream's, moaning into their kiss. Dream placed his hand on the back of Wilbur's head as he returned the kiss.
"Fuck!" Dream yelled out as Wilbur's hand was stripped with semen. Wilbur smiled as he licked off some of it and wiped the rest on the grass.
"Bit of a one pump chump eh?" Wilbur smirked.
"Shut your fucking mouth." Dream said.
"How much farther do you want to take this?" Wilbur whispered into Dream's ear. Dream grabbed Wilbur hips.
"All the way baby~" Dream said leaning in and biting the boys neck. Wilbur as he felt his skin tear under fangs. Feeling his blood drip down his shoulder. Dream pulled away and grazed his finger over the wound and drew his finger over Wilbur's lips like a bloody paint brush. Signaling him to be quiet, Wilbur nodded. Wilbur pulled his pants down to about mid thigh, wanting to stay a little covered as part of his brain convinced itself they were going to get caught.

"Prep?" Dream asked shifting so Wil would have an easier angle.
"Hell no." Wilbur smiled positioning himself on Dream's lap. Dream held his hands on Wilbur's hips, Wil took a breath and sat down on Dream's cock. All Wilbur could do was bite his lip and adjust to Dream. Dream peppered marks and kisses on Wil's neck in the meantime. Wilbur started moving, slowly bouncing himself as he adjusted to the raw feeling he hadn't had in a while. Wilbur felt blood trickle down his chin from his lip and moved to biting his knuckle to hide his moaning. Dream pulled his hands away and pinned them at his side. Wilbur looked down at him with lusty but annoyed eyes, Dream only smirked and shrugged grabbing Wilbur by the waist and slamming him down. Wil spilled feminine moans as Dream cominued, getting more breathy and quick as they went. Dream let go but Wilbur kept up the pace. Dream leaned back and put his hands behind his head, whispering profanities as Wilbur rode him.
"Fuck~ Fuck I'm gonna cum." Wil said throwing his head back. Dream pulled Wilbur in by the shoulders. Bringing his face close and licking the half dry blood off Wilbur's bottom lip. It felt gross to Wil, gross but maybe that's what made it hot. Wilbur suddenly felt himself fill up with hot stick, pushing him over the final edge to his own orgasm.

Wilbur pulled off and sat on the grass next to Dream, laying his head on his shoulder panting. Wilbur pulled his and Dream's pants back up and sat in comfortable silence for a while.
"What- what time is it?" Wilbur asked breaking the silence of the woods.
"Maybe 2 am." Dream said holding his hand to the moon.
"We need to get back." Wilbur commented as he tried to stand up. The second he tried to his knees fell in on him. Dream laughed for a second before standing up and slinging Wilbur's arm over his shoulder. Wilbur's face went red from embarrassment as they walked through the woods back to Pogtopia. After a while Wilbur was okay to walk on his own without any immediate sign he'd been taking it up the ass.

"Right, same time next week?" Wilbur asked awkwardly. Dream nodded but grabbed Wilbur's hand as he turned to enter the hole of Pogtopia. Wilbur turned and was immediately met with Dream's lips on his. Wilbur had to pull away quickly but smiled brightly when he did. The first real smile he'd worn in a long time. Wilbur turned to Pogtopia's entrance and flinched at the bright torches.
"Wil?" Tommy said groggily.
"Hey, hey, yeah it's me. Go back to sleep it's late." Wilbur whispered to Tommy as his head slowly lifted.
"Sleep is for pussies and I am not a p-" Tommy cut himself off as he fell back to his pillow.