Bottom Dream Oneshots 2.0

No ship - Requested - Sam's here to help . . right?

No ship! 
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TW:
- Angst
- R*pe
- Torture
- Sam and Quackity are assholes in here
- Kidnapping
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Dream hummed to himself as he walked down the street, he would go through the nether or use his trident, usually, but he felt like taking a walk. Dream knew it was a bad idea when he felt a set of eyes on him, watching him. He decided not to pay attention to it for now, a stupid idea on his part. A few minutes later, he felt a stinging pain along with dizziness.

Dream reached for where it was, trying to keep his eyes open as he got a grip on the thing that had stabbed him. When he pulled it out, he found it was a needle- then he almost immediately collapsed. He briefly heard footsteps before he lost consciousness, and fuck if that wasn't one of the scariest things. Dream woke up at least a few hours later, gasping for breath.

That alerted whoever had kidnapped him. Dream only just started to realize that he had actually been kidnapped- what the fuck. He looked around quickly, panicking a bit when he realized he couldn't move anything but his head, and even then he couldn't even see. He took a deep breath, he had to calm down. Being stressed out and panicking won't help.

Dream tensed when he felt a hand on his shoulder- it was on his bare skin. "Dream, Dream, Dream.. what am I going to do with you?" Someone hummed, their other hand meeting Dream's other bare shoulder. "You know, you've always looked beautiful.." They whispered into his ear, he could feel their breathing.

"But I've always found pretty things like you look so much better crying, covered in blood," They took off the blindfold that had been covering his eyes. "...Quackity?' Dream looked at the ravenette, who just smiled at him and grabbed his hair, forcing his head to one side. "So soft, clean and beautiful.." Quackity pressed a kiss on the pale skin, making Dream shudder.

"Stay still, would you? I'll be right back," Quackity spoke as he walked away- Dream could hear a door being opened and closed. He quickly started to look around, desperately looking for a way out. He heard the door open again not long after it had closed- Dream didn't get a chance to put his head back in the same position Quackity had it.

"...Dream," Dream tensed up, but he decided the other was already planning something. He wouldn't just accept it or ask for forgiveness. "What? You think you can just- just control me? Fuck no," Dream was terrified but he had to stay strong- he wasn't going to just submit. "I love it when you say that, you're practically asking for me to hurry up and start," Quackity smiled as he pulled out a small knife.

"This is just for the blood, we'll get to the real fun in a little.." Was all he said before pressing the knife into his shoulder, sliding it down. Dream forced his shoulder to relax- it'd hurt more if it was tense. "Oh, that looks so good on you, Dreamie," Quackity smiled widely at the sight of blood, wiping some off with his finger and smearing it on Dream's cheek. Dream felt sick.

Quackity dragged the knife gently down from his shoulder to his chest, making sure it didn't cut until he got to the chest. Dream couldn't hold back the pained hiss that forced itself out of him when Quackity turned the knife onto its side and peeled a tiny bit of Dream's skin- he was working his way up in levels of pain and blood.

"Hm.. I'll save the rest for later, I don't want too much on you yet, or I won't be able to hold back.." Quackity breathed out, leaving the room for a second time. Dream felt his breathing begin to quicken as he questioned what the fuck Quackity meant by being unable to hold back. Either it was torture, murder or... something else.

  Quackity came back with a bag, he had to calm down as quickly as possible. Dream managed to mostly calm before Quackity actually paid attention to him again. "If you try to struggle, it'll be worse," Quackity warned before untying Dream's legs from whatever they were tied to, and then tying them together.

Dream tried to kick him- maybe he could escape if he did- Quackity grabbed his legs and reached for his knife, stabbing it into one of his thighs. Dream's fingers dug into his palms. "You're so fucking lucky I'm not into corpses," The ravenette growled, untying one of Dream's arms and holding it tightly as he then tied it to his other arm.

"What are you going to do?.." Dream was so thankful he managed to keep his voice even and keep it from stuttering. "You'll know soon enough," Quackity untied his other arm from whatever he was on- he still hadn't bothered to actually figure it out. Dream didn't get a chance to hit him, his arms were already tied together.

He was picked up and put down after a few steps, right next to one of the supports that kept the roof from falling on them. Quackity used another rope to tie Dream's hands up as far as he could before he wouldn't be able to be on his knees. "You look so pretty when you're tied up," Dream wanted to cover his ears and not be able to hear what the other had to say.

"God, I could take you right now.." Quackity breathed out, stroking Dream's cheek. He pulled away and shook his head, walking back to where he had put the bag down. "Now, what do we do first? I think you'd look oh so beautiful with whip marks, don't you think? And the sounds you could make.."

Dream shook his head quickly, going to say 'no' before a gag was forced on him, it was put on too quickly for him to react. "Sorry Dreamy, I don't want to hear you lying to me right now," Quackity made sure it was tight and secure before grabbing out the whip he was planning to use.

"We'll play with the rest later," Dream tensed at that, how much stuff did Quackity have to hurt him with? He was forced out of his thoughts by a hand running down his bare back. "Absolutely stunning," Quackity purred, Dream wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die. He couldn't help the cry that escaped him when he felt the sting of the whip hitting his back.

"Be loud for me, Dreamy," Dream put more effort into being quiet, he didn't want to give Quackity what he wanted. He felt something trickling down his back after the tenth strike. Dream was struggling not to scream or cry by the thirtieth hit. Quackity stopped at fifty, admiring the bruises, cuts and marks he made with the whip.

He grabbed his phone and took a picture- or at least it sounded like it. Dream moved away as much as he could when the ravenette put a hand on his back again, not caring about how much it hurt for Dream- maybe he just enjoyed it. That wasn't really a question anymore, Quackity did enjoy it.

Dream's eyes widened at the sound of his own voice- he wasn't making any sounds, so what... Dream realized. "Hear how beautiful you sound? How amazing you look?" Dream looked away when the phone was put in front of his face, a video of himself getting whipped and making pained sounds playing.

Dream didn't even notice when it was turned off, nor when Quackity went back behind him. He didn't notice that Quackity re-did the ties for his arms to have them lower but still out of reach. He didn't notice any of it until he felt a sudden cold breeze on his lower half.

 "It's really a shame that all this carrying made me so tired.. Don't worry Dreamy, I'll be back tomorrow~" The second Dream heard the door open and close again, he got to work in trying to get out of the restraints again. It was hard to move and be quiet at the same time due to his back and shoulder but he could at least try.

Dream didn't stop when he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, he didn't stop when he could see bits of blood on the floor, he only stopped when everything went dark and he couldn't move anymore. The next time he woke up, it was to Quackity biting his neck.

"Awake? Good, good, I wouldn't want you to miss this.." Dream felt a hand on his ass, he wanted to throw up. He tried to focus on his breathing, desperately hoping he would be able to ignore the feeling- all hope of that went away when he felt something push into him, he felt like he was being torn in half.

"Fuck~ You're so tight for me, Dreamy~" Dream couldn't help the cries that came from him, he wanted this to just stop. Dream's fingers dug into his palms as he tried so desperately to move away. "So good for me, such a good boy~" Quackity wouldn't stop talking as he fucked into his unwilling partner, keeping Dream's attention at least somewhat.

Dream had no clue how long it had been, he only knew that Quackity had came at least two times inside of him and he wanted to just explode, to spontaneously combust. "You look so pretty like this, bruised and bloody while crying and drooling on my cock.." Dream gagged at both Quackity's words and the squelch sound made when Quackity pulled out.

The gag was taken off of him for the first time since it had been put on the day before. He coughed up the saliva that had built up in his mouth, leading to him also throwing up- he still thought the vomit was better to be around then the remains of Quackity's... activities. "F...Fuck you.." Dream gasped out, looking back at Quackity.

"You-You're fucking sick.." He kept going, he knew he was going to regret this later but he couldn't hold back from saying it all. Dream went to continue but he was stopped by the need to throw up again. "I can't wait to see how long it takes to get you begging for me," Quackity hummed, running a hand through Dream's hair.

The dirty blonde wanted Quackity to just stop touching him. He got his wish when Quackity left his side, though he came back. "Can't have it all going to waste~" Dream flinched at the feeling of something at his ass again, though after it was pushed in Quackity just left.

Dream didn't have the energy to keep fighting against the restraints, he hadn't eaten, hadn't had anything to drink, hadn't had a good sleep and he had lost quite a bit of blood. He told himself he would try when he woke up. He didn't. When he woke up, a pair of hands were on him again. Dream couldn't see what was happening, something was blocking his eyes.

He decided it was probably a blindfold. Dream's body jerked forwards when he felt a new stinging pain on his back- it hurt so bad. "You like that? Yeah, yeah you do.. You're just a little whore for the pain," Dream shook his head, he didn't trust his voice. Quackity hummed but didn't say anything more, dragging a knife down his back.

Dream let himself slip away, he couldn't do anything anyway.. He found himself not staying aware of anything happening around him, he didn't let himself know about anything. Dream didn't want to lose himself to some asshole. He briefly remembered being fed and nearly choking on water, he wasn't sure how long ago that was.

"Dream?" Dream didn't open his eyes, it was a new voice though.. "Dream?" They repeated, shaking him. Dream slowly opened his eyes, looking at whoever was there. "You're alive.. good.. Come on, let's get you outta here," Sam muttered as he undid the restraints on Dream. The dirty blonde stayed quiet.

Sam picked him up, not reacting to the sight of the blood and.. other liquids on him. Dream let himself drift off again, he didn't want to think. When he woke up again, Sam was cleaning one of his injuries. He immediately tensed at his touch and subconsciously leaned away. "Dream, I'm nearly done," He hummed, wrapping his last cut with a bandage.

"There. Now I don't have to look at that..." Dream was going to ask but he decided not to, in favor of yelling at him to let him go when a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly- it was painful. "Shhhh~ I'll treat you better than him, it's okay..." Sam whispered into his ear, making Dream shiver.

"Let me go!! You fuck-fucking freak!" One of Sam's hands wrapped around his throat tightly. "You really don't know when to keep your mouth shut.." Dream tried to make Sam let go, but he ended up passing out from the lack of oxygen before he could achieve anything. When he woke up again- seriously, what was with people and knocking him out?- he couldn't see anything.

Dream could feel something soft and comfy against his back, he could feel something rough around his wrists and ankles preventing him from moving, and he could feel how cold it was. Dream tried pulling at the restraints, stopping immediately when he heard footsteps. "You're finally awake," Sam hummed, pulling off Dream's blindfold.

"Let me go you fuck-ig!" Sam was holding his mouth open with one hand, quickly moving to press his thumb down on Dream's tongue. When he let go, Dream shut his mouth- he could hear and feel his jaw closing. "If you bite me at all, you will regret it," Sam warned, he wasn't planning to do anything with his mouth yet, but he had the warning ahead of time now.

Dream finally let himself look around- he wouldn't do so before because Sam was forcing all the attention to be on him. Dream winced at the rope wrapped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him fully spread out. He looked down and wanted to cry at how Sam, much like Quackity, had undressed him.

"Like what you see~? I know I do," Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to both of Dream's thighs, then his waist, his chest, his neck and then lastly, his mouth. "Fuck you.. You're as bad as Quackity.." Sam seemed to take offense by that. "Baby, baby, of course I'm not. You're on a bed, first of all, not kneeling on the floor. And.. well, I know just how you like it~" Dream shook his head at Sam.

"I don't fucking like this!" Dream yelled, tugging at the restraints again. Sam put a hand on his cheek. "C'mon Dream, if you keep behaving like this, I'll have to avoid giving you dinner today... Oh, and I was really looking forward to it," He sighed sadly. Dream would keep yelling and thrashing around, but food was starting to sound really good even if it was from Sam.

Sam smiled down at him when he stopped struggling. "Good boy," He purred, kissing the younger's neck. Dream closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on that instead of anything else around him. "Mm, it's kind of late now. I'll feed you and then the fun starts~" Sam walked out of the room, leaving Dream alone at least for a little while.

The dirty blonde took a look at the rope around his wrists, trying to look for any possible weaknesses in it, any loose areas or anything. He found nothing before Sam got back, holding a plate. "Do you want to sit up while you eat, baby?" Dream cringed but nodded- he might be able to escape if- Sam tied his hands together behind his back the second the restraints were taken off. Sam helped him sit up, sitting behind him with a smile.

Dream wanted to collapse and die on the spot when he realized his hands were being... used. Sam use his own hands to pick up the food slowly with a fork and feed it to the dirty blonde. Dream ate despite the level of disgust circling inside of him. He shook his head when he couldn't take the feeling anymore, deciding to try and go against eating it.

"Dream. Eat," Dream shuddered, gulping and nodding slowly- he didn't understand what was so terrifying about the way Sam spoke, the way he went from acting sweet to sounding like he'd kill him. "Good boy, open your mouth," Dream listened, he really didn't want to be killed after all he had already experienced.

If he did die after it all, then what was the point of trying to stay alive before? And, who would be next?.. When the plate was done, Sam left the room with it. Dream just laid back- he would try to catch Sam off guard at some point.. "Was it so hard to behave before?" Sam hummed as he walked back into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

The older stepped out of his pants and boxers before sitting at the end of the bed, a hand coming to rest on Dream's hip. "I don't know if you've been good enough to deserve prep.." Dream closed his eyes, trying to slip out of his mind again. He could feel Sam's hands all over him, squeezing and just touching every bit of skin he could.

"I'll do it tonight, soon enough you won't need it," Sam wouldn't stop talking. Dream stayed all too present, he didn't want to. His breath hitched when he felt a finger at his entrance, slowly making its way inside. Dream dug his fingers into his palms, trying to focus on that feeling instead. "So pretty," Sam whispered, adding a second finger.

Dream's breathing slowly grew heavier and a third finger was added until they were all pulled out. Dream couldn't remember much, other than the pain and the feeling of being torn in half. Other than that, he remembered the disgusting feeling of Sam releasing into him, the taste of his cum -Sam had scooped some into his mouth- and the embarrassment and shame when the greenette took a picture of him.

The days had began to blur together when Sam covered all the windows and took away all the clocks. He never knew what time it was unless he was given a meal, or he did something to deserve to get to know the time..

Dream felt as though he had been there forever, and he was starting to not care anymore. He was starting to get used to it, he was starting to forget how wrong it was. He wasn't even trying to fight back anymore, he didn't talk, he didn't move without being forced to. Dream only did what he was told to and what he was moved to do, nothing more, nothing less.