I beat Bedwars with only my feet

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Dream wasn't sure when or how his thing for feet started, all he knew was that when he would see feet, it would make his dick hard.

He first noticed his infatuation towards feet when he found out it was kind of weird to others and his brain couldn't wrap his head around why. When he was 14, he got caught by his older sister looking through her copies of fashion magazines staring at the supermodel's feet. His sister had thought he was ogling their breasts or maybe the abs on the super-fit male models posing for the newest season of Gucci, which he didn't mind either of those, but his main focus was their feet. Dream couldn't wrap his mind around the way the supermodels would be wearing the most ridiculous strappy platform shoes or how the men would wear these Jesus sandals that would have straps that would weave in between their toes. It made Dream want to pull his hair out with how restless it made him feel with just the idea of their feet.

Unfortunately, his sister told their mother, clueless to her brother's actual intentions and their father ended up having a talk with Dream about masturbation and changing bodies and all that mess and even "helped" Dream out by buying him a couple of copies of playboy magazine.

They did near nothing for Dream. The angles of all the photos were wrong, hardly ever capturing the model's feet at all. He ended up continuing his look-throughs of his sister's fashion magazines that she would give him after she was finished with them. He would occasionally steal the chacos and other shoe brand catalogs when they would come to his mailbox and hideaway for hours without anyone in his family having a singular clue what he was on about. They simply thought their oldest son was just into fashion and maybe a tad queer. This took mother dearest through loops of how to deal with the fact of having a possible fashion major in the house who only wore basketball shorts and shirts from Walmart with pop culture references who also might be queer. She read through every parenting book she could get her hands on just to find the solution. Dream laughs at the memory of overhearing the conversation between his parents in the middle of the night as he trudged for a midnight snack. They weren't particularly wrong but they weren't entirely right either.

It took him a couple of years to come out as bisexual and build his own gaming pc to finally get his parents off his back. The internet was much more popular now and it was much easier for him to get his fix of feet-related content. Whether it was pornhub, tumblr, or onlyfans, he made sure he got his fix.

Over the past years, He had become quite popular in the minecraft gaming community alongside the friends he had made along the way. He had quite the popular and raging community of fans that supported him endlessly. With that fandom came the population of fan artists and fanfiction writers, most of it was completely normal stuff but as the fandom grew so did the strange fans within.

Of course, he loved seeing people express themselves through writing and he nor did most of his friends mind being characters in that writing, but some of the particularly NSFW works start hitting too close to home, Dream knew he was in trouble.

He would spend hours at a time diving into filtered tags on AO3 of him and long-term "best friend" GeorgeNotFound having sex, some involving feet some not. Was it weird of him to do this? Yes but also no at the same time. On one hand, it's kind of weird to read about you and your best friend who you tease about being in love with you a little too much having hardcore gay sex. However, on the other hand, Dream had never felt so secure in his queer identity. To Dream, the good outweighed the bad and that was enough for him.

All this time, not a soul knew about his thing for feet, Dream wouldn't allow it. The only person who knew was his ex-girlfriend who was heavily compensated with money and bribed to not tell a soul. She didn't care because no one was actively trying to get her to admit it. Not a soul besides him, her, and god knew.

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