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K.M. Weiland is one of my favorite authors on writing. She has an entire series and website devoted to "helping writers become authors."

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hii! i would like to share a thot if it's okay with you! i've been thinking a lot about shy!reader and dream the morning after they have sex for the first time. it was actually reader's first time ever, and even though she absolutely loved every second of it, she's still a bit insecure when it comes to voicing her needs. so, that morning, when she finally whispers to dream that she would like to do it again (and again, and again lmao) he's like trying to control himself because the sound of her voice telling him that she needs him is too much (in a good way) - hope this is okay! i totally get it if you decide to ignore it! :)

The spice and the fluff??? The perfect combo 🥰

Black silken sheets were draped over your naked figure and Dream laying beside you. Your cheek was pressed firmly into the pillow as you watched Dream began to stir awake. His eyes fluttered opened and slid over, locking with yours.

“Mornin’,” you smiled softly.

He reached over cupping your face. He leaned in, kissing your forehead. “Good morning, my love.” He gently pulled away, gazing lovingly into your eyes. “And how are you? Are you sore in any way?”

A heat bloomed in your chest. Last night replayed sinfully in your head. You quickly dropped your gaze, shaking your head. You whispered shyly, “… no, I’m fine.”

Dream frowned slightly. “My dear, you must speak up.”

You cleared your throat, “I - I’m fine.”

Your tone wasn’t very convincing.

Dream tipped your chin up, making you look at him. “Talk to me. What is bothering you? Was it last night?”

“No … yes? Well …,” you sighed. It was now or never. “Could … could we go again?”

You had been thinking about it since you woke up. You craved Dream, and you only had a taste last night.

His eyebrows shot up.

You stuttered out, “I mean if you only want to! We don’t have to go now or -“

“I would love nothing more,” he purred.

You let out a shaky sigh and rubbed your thighs together. “Good … because I … I need you, Dream.”

Dream’s heart flipped. Something stirred inside of him.

You slowly reached out, wrapping your hand on the nape of his neck. You drew him close. Your lips skimmed over his, still a little hesitant and unsure. You licked your lips as your heart raced faster. “Please, I need you -“

Before you finish your sentence, Dream quickly flipped you onto your back, and crawled on top of you. His eyes flashed black, swirling with stars and far off galaxies. “And I will fulfill all your needs, my love.”