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[k1ll1ngp30pl3]

Peter 3 x reader

(y/n) - your name

Major NSFW - hair pulling, playing rough, dom/sub, jealousy sex, punishments, cutting of clothing and skin, knife play, blood, etc.



y/n pov:

I’m sitting in the middle of the bed that i share with my boyfriend, Peter Parker, in one of his shirts and my underwear. It’s late at night and he’s probably out fighting crime while i sit quietly scrolling through social media, clearing notifications.

I’m just about to get up when hear the front door swing open and close quickly.

“Peter? You home?” I call, no answer.

Before I can stand, I see him stripping himself from his spider suit as he rushes in the room. He’s left in his boxers in the door way as he walks in and throws the suit to the corner, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“You are home! How was crime fighting mister hero?” I ask, hoping for an answer this time.

He kisses me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth for a few moments before he separates to answer my question.

“It was fine, but right now I need to tell you about what i just heard…” He groans as he walks towards me.

“Well? What is it?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“Some dickwads from your work we’re talking about you, I heard it as I was swinging by them, and I stopped and tried to listen on a lamp post. They were talking about you in such a derogatory way i couldn’t stand it.

“Their body is so nice”

“Their lips are so perfect i want them wrapped around my dick”

shit like that, it made me want to kill them. But instead, I came home to fuck the shit out of you. Because you’re mine. Not theirs.” He tells himself as he pushes me back onto the mattress, climbing on top of me.

He plants kisses on my face and neck, leaving dark purple circles around my collar bones and across my neck.

“I’m going to show them you’re mine.”

I’ve never felt so alive, he’s so dominant, he can’t control himself, and I don’t want him to.

He grabs a switch blade off of the side table and flips it open, cutting the shirt in half, ripping it off of my body. He then continues marking me while gliding the knife down my body.

I’m nearly shaking with anticipation. I’ve never wanted him to fuck me so bad before.

“Oh~ fuck Peter…” I whine, bringing my hands up to his hair, resting them there.

“You’re mine. Say it right now.” He demands through breathy kisses on my chest.

“I’m yours, I’m yours and no one else’s.” I moan softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Good. No one else’s. Only mine,” He leaves more marks along my chest and my stomach before using the knife to cut my underwear off of me, “Now. Hands and knees.” He demands as he strips himself of his remaining clothing.

I obey him quickly, getting in the position he asked for.

“Good job~ Now i can move you the way i want.” He snickers, grabbing my ankles, pulling my legs off of the bed so i’m laying on my stomach, he then grabs my hands and interlocks my fingers, resting my hands on my back.

This position is honestly pretty comfortable.

He then presses against my legs, spreading them with his, so he has a place to stand, he fits there like a puzzle piece. His dick rests on my ass as i feel the knife glide against my skin. Then it gets sharp. I feel him carving letters into my back. Tears of pleasure perk at the corners of my eyes as he writes. He carves his name. “Peter Parker” In warm red ink.

“Now everyone who ever sees your back will know you’re mine.”

He then brings the knife up to my neck, holding it against my throat with one hand, using the other to prep himself. He spits into his hand and rubs his already hard cock, pressing his tip against my opening. He teases and rims my hole while he stares at his beautiful Masterpiece.

“Fuck,, Peter you’re such a tease…” I pout, feeling the blood from his art drip down my back onto the bedsheets.

He slaps my ass harshly and hisses. “I’ll put you in your place soon enough slut. Now, the only noises i want to hear out of you are moans. Got it?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Good. Now… Moan.” He whispers as he shoves himself harshly into my entrance.

This causes the tears at the corners of my eyes to fall. I moan loudly in surprise as he begins to thrust himself in and out of me, his hips slamming against my ass creating a loud noise. He moves the knife to the side slightly and begins carving what feels like the letter “P” into my neck, underneath my ear. This squeezes more moans and whines from my vocal chords.

I arch my back, causing the name to sting like acid in my skin.

“Everyone will know you’re mine,” He groans, “Everyone will know that i own you.”

The way he talks gets me so riled up. I want to take control.

I bump my ass against his hips as he thrusts into me sharply. Causing him to whine. Our noises filling the room. I press my feet against his thighs and push him away, causing the knife to slash my shoulder. I moan in excitement as I flip over and sit up.

“Come get me Spider.” I tease.

He closes the distance, throwing the knife to the bedside table, wrapping the once occupied hand around my throat.

I throw my head back and smile.

He licks the dripping blood from the initial he carved into my neck, marking a hickey right underneath it. He forces me to my feet by pulling me closer to his body. He then lets go of my throat and moves beside me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come take a seat,” He pats his lap, “I’ve saved it just for you.”

“I just might take you up on that offer.” I smile as I straddle his hips and press him into my newly vacant hole.

He moves a hand to my hip and the other rests in my hair. Both of my hands however rest on his shoulders, gripping them tightly, as my nails dig into his skin.

He takes a handful of my hair and grips it, pulling my head back. He starts kissing and marking my neck once more.

At this point i’m covered in different colors and shapes. I’m nearly reaching my climax point, but unfortunately, Peter notices.

“Hold it. We’ll do it together. I won’t make you wait long baby, I’m almost there.” He orders.

“Y-yes, o-okay..” I try my best to hold my climax back.

“I’m- fuck- I’m almost there~” He moans as he bounces me on his length.

His hot breath puffing against my skin, making it even harder for me to keep myself calm.

“Now!” He demands as he picks me up off of him so he can release.

We share orgasms as our loud moans and heavy breathing mix in our space.

He falls back onto the mattress and pulls me on top of him.

“Fuck.” He sighs, resting his hands in my hair.

“Fuuuuuck,” I stretch the word, yawning after, “I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow Peter…”

“Don’t worry honey, i’ll take care of you,” He whispers as he sits up, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sets me in the bathtub and starts running a warm bath, “This will help with the muscle pain, we’ll get you all cleaned up so my signature doesn’t get infected.” He winks and leaves the room to set out some cloths for us once we get out.

He comes back with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He spreads a towel on the floor, setting the glasses and bottle down before he steps in the tub with me.

He turns off the water once it reaches a comfortable height and opens the bottle, pouring a decent amount of aged grape juice into the glasses, handing me one while I get comfortable.

“Once we finish these glasses i’ll clean you up so we can head to bed, sound good?” He suggests with a smile on his face.

“Sounds great honey.” I smile back before kissing his cheek.

I could never ask for anyone better than him.

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Andrew!Spider-man x reader

minor nsfw: blood, wounds, arguing, stress

(Y/n): your name

(F/s): favorite scent

I check the time. Jesus it’s 3:46 am already? I started working on this project at 9:30! Papers are sprawled out in front of me, most are references and research, the others are blank. I’m sitting criss-cross on my bedroom floor trying not to fall asleep. My laptop sat on my lap as i type away about nursing for my medical health college corse until i hear my window squeak open. The high-pitched noise catches my attention and completely snaps me out of the daze. I look up. the nutritious Spider-man squats on my windowsill. I smile at him before looking back into the source of the blue light that illuminates my room.

“Hey Peter.” I mumble as I continue to type.

“Hello (Y/n)” He chuckles into a cough whilst leaping from the window as he closes it.

“Leave it open a little,” I hold up my hand with my fingers almost clasped into a pinch, “It’s a little hot in here.”

He nods and leaves it open about two inches, closing my off-white curtains. He sits on the floor in front of me careful to not sit on my papers. “Whatcha up to?” He asks, leaning forward.

“Nursing project. I’ve been working on this bullshit for six hours and i’ve only got a page and a half of this nonsense,” I save my work and shut the laptop as i look up at him, “What about you?”

The room is dimly lit with an orange tint due to the (f/s) candle burning on my nightstand.

“Oh you know, just hero stuff.” He smiles.

Though my eyes are still adjusting to the light around me, i can make out some slashes in his suit. His bruised face is still so welcoming.

“Who was it this time? That one lady? Oh! What about the sand one?” I ask.

“Nope… This ones new.” He admits, looking at my papers.

“Oh? What’s this one like?” I question, raising a brow.

“He calls himself ‘The Rhino’,” He smiles, “He’s got this super decked out metal suit type thing. It’s pointy. Looks nothing like a rhino though, if i’m being honest.”

“I’m assuming that the slashes in your suit and the bruises are from him then, right? Nothing too bad though, thankfully.” I smile and look down at the same paper he is, I begin picking them up and sorting them out into neat piles, placing them on the top of my laptop.

“Well…” He covers his stomach with his bloodied hand.

“Well what?” I ask as i stand up, Putting my work on my vanity.

“Well, he kinda stabbed me. With his suit.” He admits, struggling to stand.

“He stabbed you?!” I turn around quickly to help him up, “Fuck I cant believe i didn’t notice!” I sit him down on the foot of my bed and rush to the bathroom to sift through the cabinet for any cleaning supplies i can find.

“It’s not that bad. I almost had him.” He chuckles, coughing a lot more than before.

“Almost?! You mean he’s still on the loose? and you’re here?!” I yell from the bathroom. I’m on my knees about halfway in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, trying to find some gauze.

“Well yeah,, He ran off. I couldn’t run after him, I felt like i was going to pass out, So i came here. L-Like you told me to when i feel like this.” He reminds me.

I did tell him that. Though he comes over all the time anyway. We’ve known each other for about seven years now, He lives on the other side of town with his aunt, May. She’s such a nice lady.

“Yeah, i know, but god damnit Peter, Why didn’t you- never mind. Can’t change the past.” I sigh, walking back with my arms full of cleaning supplies and bandages.

“(Y/n), He was trying to rob a bank, i was just passing by, i had to.” He stares at me with his chocolate brown eyes.

God he always gets me with that stupid stare. I could never stay mad at him. He’s like a fucking puppy.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let me clean you up.” I roll my eyes as I kneel in front of him, piling the arms-full of necessities i gathered from the bathroom.

“I’ll be fine, (Y/n), let’s just talk.” He scoots further from me.

“Damnit Peter just let me clean it. I’m not mad at you or anything I just want you to be okay.” I look up at him, grabbing his wrists and pulling him to his original position.

“I am okay. It’s just a little cut, that’s all.” He tries to hide the winces of pain.

“Shut up,” I stand up and slip the arms of his suit off and let the top half of his primary colored costume lay in his lap. I stare at the wound, “Peter.”

“Yeah?” He asks, never taking his eyes off of me.

“This is not “just a little cut”. This is literally a five inch deep fucking stab wound.” I try to keep my cool as warm salty water threatens the corners of my eyes.

“Oh,, Is it really five??” He asks, sounding genuinely curious. And the next thing i know he’s shoving two fingers in the wound. He hissed at the pain, “Oh that’s why it hurts so bad”

“What the fuck are you doing?! You’re going to infect it!” I panic as burning tears feel like six-hundred degree blades scarring my cheeks.

He pulls out a 3 inch piece of metal from the wound. He’s nearly crying due to the long debris slicing the wound wider. He sets it on his thigh and looks up at me once more, His entire body is shaking with pain.

“You’re an idiot.” I say blankly as i pour hydrogen peroxide onto a thick piece of gauze. I press the fabric onto his sliced abdomen, listening to his hisses and whines.

“That hurts damnit!” He snaps.

“Well yeah dickhead you just pulled a piece of fucking metal out of your stomach!” I sob as i try to clean it the best i can with the little vision i have left due to the hot water being forced from my eyes.

“I know!” He grips onto my bedsheets leaving bloody hand prints on the cotton.

“Don’t yell at me,” I demand as i pull the bloodied gauze away from the wound, “I’m going to stitch it up now. This might hurt.”

“Fine, whatever.” He tosses his head back and pushes his hair out of his face.

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Once I’m done stitching his body back together I clean walk away to the bathroom, supplies in hand, putting everything back in it’s designated place after washing my hands. I then grab a clean washcloth off of the counter and dampen it with warm water. I come back to see him laying on my bed. His toned body breathing shallowly.

“Sit up.” I command.

He obeys and hoists himself up to lean into a rest on his hands behind him.

I use the warm cloth to clean the residue of dried crimson off of his hands, face, chest, and stomach but to also sooth the bruises.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I huff.

“I’m protecting people.” He huffs back.

“You never think about yourself Peter. I love you, I can’t lose you like i lose everyone else.” I admit as i wipe his face.

“Yeah, so what? You do the same thing.” He takes the cloth from me and tosses it on the floor.

“Yeah i know, but I don’t risk my life for everyone else like you do.” I meet his gaze.

“I’m supposed to do this (Y/n). It’s my job.” He leans forward.

“Don’t do that you’ll pop the stitches,” I push him back onto the bed before I walk over to the side of my mattress and sit down next to him, “You’re not even getting paid for it.”

“I save people.” He turns to face me.

I let the thought ponder as i sit. He does save people. That’s what i’m trying to do. But i have to get a degree for it.

“And i’m going to school to do that Peter.” I look at him, laying down next to him.

“I know, and you’re going to be a great nurse once you graduate. You just fixed me up in under twenty minutes.” He smiles.

“I guess we both have our own way of helping, Huh…” I smile back faintly, “I’m sorry for being a dick earlier, I’m just scared to lose you.”

“You weren’t being a dick. You were trying to get a point across. You’re very persistent. I like that about you.” He admits, putting his hand on mine.

“Peter, can i ask you something?” i turn my head to him.

“Anything.” He nods.

“Are you only friends with me because i know your secret?” I ask.

“What? No way! You’re one of my favorite people! My only favorite to be honest, you help me through everything and i can always count on you.” He answers in a sweet, honest tone.

“But, do you want to be friends?” I sit up and turn my body to face him.

“(Y/n)… I’m going to be honest.” He sits up slowly.

“Please do, i want nothing but the truth.”

“I like you. A lot. Dare i say, I love you,” He grabs my limp hands that are resting in my lap, “No. I don’t want to be your friend”

My heart plummets.

“I want to be your lover. I love you (Y/n), I have since we met. I knew i wanted to be with you since the moment i saw you i. that library. I want you by my side all the time. Sometimes, I purposely start fights with people who are already doing stupid shit so I can come here and tell you about it and you can fix me up. It never got as bad as it did tonight though. I just-“

I cut him off.

Our lips meet in harmony. Everything goes silent and time stops. It feels like a symphony.

It’s a calm battle between our lips while he holds me.

He separates. “Thank you, (y/n)”

“Don’t thank me. Just promise me you’ll keep me in the loop. I need to know when you could be getting hurt so I can fix you up when you get back.”

“I promise.” He smiles and holds out his pinky.

I link it with mine and nod.

I’m just glad he’s okay.

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TW: gore!, blood, knives, rope burns, sadism, begging, aggression, abuse, body horror, minor cannibalism

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- Wilbur x Reader

- Reader POV

I sit on old wooden chair wearing nothing but my underwear and a loose white t-shirt. my hands and feet tied with rope that burned my wrists and ankles. my hands and feet fastened tightly behind and under the chair. The secluded room is dimly lit and the only things other than the chair I’m sitting on in the middle of the room is a light bulb handing from the ceiling like in a janky janitors closet at your high school, and a steel cabinet table with sinister looking tools on it. Gives me chills just knowing it was there. My legs are trembling. What the fuck is happening. I try to scream for Wilbur but no noise comes out. I have a fucking cloth in my mouth?!

I spit it out. “Wilbur?! I’m trapped down here come help me, please!”

After screaming for a good 10 minutes i snap my jaw shut as i watch as a tall figure treads down the stairs. The dim light shines off of his Circle glasses which are hanging off of the neck of his sweater. As he gets closer the white streak in his hair glistens in the dim light.

“You’re finally awake!” Wilbur beamed, “How was your little nap pumpkin?”

“Not great. Can you untie me now please?” I plead, looking up at who i thought was my lover with glossy eyes.

“Oh no honey, we’ve only just begun!” He grabs my chin and kisses me lightly.

What the fuck is happening right now. “Will… Please untie me.” I pull my face away.

“Oh but I’m having fun!” He chuckles as he walks over to the table and grabs something small. I cant quite make out what it is due to the liquid perking at the corners of my eyes.

He turns around slowly as a petrifying grin carves into his cheeks. Chills rush down my spine as he amble back to the chair and crouches next to me. His knees pop. I soon figured out that the small object he grabbed was a scalpel. He drags it up and down my thigh. Goose-bums spread over my body. My legs start to tremble as my eyes drip warm, salty water.

“Wilbur please…” I beg, “I just wa-“

My speech ceased. I felt a sharp sensation slide down my thigh a few inches long. I try to scream but before even a second of noise could escape my lips a hand was snapped over my mouth. Wilbur was staring at the incision he made into my thigh as he covered the lower half of my face. Tears roll down my face as i whimper into Wilburs hand.

“God you’re so pretty when you cry.~” He coos, sliding the blade down my thigh once perpendicular to the other line, crossing it. I whine again, my tears doubling themselves with every mewl.

He carves o’s and 7’s into my legs and arms every time i whine. The more he carves, the more i wail.

“W-why…” I question looking up at him. “Why are you doing this.. I thought you loved me.”

“Oh darling,” His tall figure towers over me, “I do! I love you so much in fact, I want to make sure you see my face when you die!” He leers as he rises and strolls back to the table.

“I don’t want to die.” I cry, dropping my head to stare at the ground.

“Oh love,” He clicks his tongue whilst he walks back with his hands behind his back, “I don’t care! You’re mine. I’ll do what i please.” He chuckles into a cough as he couches down and puts whatever he was holding under my chair. I try to look but he grabs my face and forces me to look at him.

As soon as he lets go of my face he pulls a dented pack is cigarettes out of his pocket. He slides the dreaded paper stick filled with tobacco, laced with nicotine, out of the off white and red pack. He sticks it in his mouth and pulls out his lighter. He flips open his silver zippo lighter he stole from fill when he was nine and a half and puts a flame to the fag. “Ohh~ that’s good.” He groans.

“Want a drag?” He asks as he takes the coffin nail out of his mouth.

I give a small nod and he puts it in my mouth. I take a puff before he transfers the snout from my lips to his.

“Thanks.” I mutter.

“Of course my love, it’s the least i could do for my dying partner.” He takes another drag and kisses me, pushing the smoke into my mouth.

I inhale deeply. “Yeah,” I chuckle, “I’m starting to feel a little woozy Will…”

He snickers. “Oh i’m sorry… maybe this will make it better,” He flashes an unnerving smile and crouches in front of me maintaining eye contact, grabbing what he placed under my chair earlier. He picks up a large knife and presses the side of the blade against my neck, “My, my, my… You are so stunning.”

My eyes are half open, I look as if i haven’t slept in days.

“All cut up. Just for me…~” He bites his lip and moves the blade as he lifts my shirt up. He begins slowly carving his name into my stomach. I wince but i don’t have the energy to scream or fight at all.

“You look so amazing slit up for me,~” He announces as he licks the knife clean, “You taste amazing too!~” He takes another drag off of his smoke before he flicks off the extra ash onto my stomach and puts it out on my neck. I hiss in pain. I look up at him as he stands.

“Fuck you.” I spit at him. Oh fuck it’s blood—

“Oh you wish you could. But, no can do!” He giggles, “I am asexual you know.”

“Yeah. I know,” I roll my half open eyes, “Why are you doing this then? Isn’t sadism a kink?”

“Oh no! Nor a chance!” He gasped, “I’m doing this for you sugar!”

“Wh-“ My words were stopped by an agonizing pain in my side. “AAAUGH FUCK!” I scream. That was just enough to make me wail.

“Oh yes! Finally!” He claps his hands and kisses me, “Oh how i’ve missed this…”

My vision starts to fade. I watch him lick the knife and hum. He touches my face. “You’re mine. Always and forever.” He kisses me once more and my vision, goes black.

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Small spoiler for “Hitting On 16”

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HC: Wilbur keeps the poem rolled up in a small compartment carved into the floor boards of the van. He takes it out sometimes to read over when he’s feeling low.

[k1ll1ngp30pl3]

alright people, here we go

DNF one shot;

— MAJOR NSFW, bottom dream, top george, bondage, pisskink (we all know dream has one /lh), overstim, begging, degrading, praise

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Dream had just started his break from editing a new manhunt video upon hearing a heavy knock at his door. He groggily got out of his comfortable gaming chair and made his way to the door. Surprise, surprise it was Sapnap. He forgot his key, again, and needed grab a few other things as well. He was off to meet Mr. Karl Jacobs and was planning on staying with him for a week or two. His return date was unknown as of now but Dream didn’t really mind, as he had a guest on the way as well. “Drive safe Sap,” Dream waved as he watched his dear friend slip out of the house, “Let me know when you get there okay?”

“Will do Dream,” The Texan waved back, “Let me know when your little boy toy gets here yeah?”

“yeah yeah, say hi to Karl for me.” Dream chuckled.

“obviously.” Sapnap said whilst rolling his eyes.

They said their goodbyes and Dream stayed leaning against the door frame until Sapnap was out of the driveway safely. That country boy can’t back up a car to save his life. He’s been getting better though.

Once Sapnap was gone, Dream went back to editing. He was nearly done when another knock was laid on the door. It was too light to be Sapnaps… He got up again and opened up the door, there stood the Brit he’d been waiting for. Mr. GeorgeNotFound.

“Anyone there?” Dream joked as he obviously knew George was standing right in front of him, the sun glaring off of his clout glasses.

George reached up and tugged at the taller mans ear. “It’s me idiot.” he rolled his eyes and pushed dream aside playfully, laughing lightly as he walked inside, dropping the bags he was carrying next to the sofa in the living room.

“George! Oh! I didn’t see you there!” Dream joked again.

“Keep the short jokes coming and i’ll cut your legs off.” George stated bluntly.

“Okay, okay, I just wanted to give you a hard time.” Dream snickered as he brought in the two other bags in the back of the Uber George showed up in. He waved the Uber off and closed the door, locking it behind him. “If you don’t mind, i’m just going to finish up editing the new video we recorded yesterday.”

“You still haven’t done that?” George asked with a raised brow.

“No as a matter of fact I have not, Sir SleepsALot” Dream wheezed, he was too funny even for himself.

George did find that joke kind of amusing. “Oh whatever,” He giggled, “Yeah, go ahead and finish up what you’re doing. After that though, i have something for you.”

Dream whipped his head around, “Well editing can wait! What do you have? Is it a present? A present for me?!” He bounced up and down in his gaming chair waiting for a response. If he had a tail? It’s be wagging.

“Sort of like a present, yeah.” George stated blankly staring at his phone.

“Well I can edit later. Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Dream continued his excited bouncing.

“Jesus calm down, I was going to wait until tonight. But seeing as you’re so impatient…” George grabbed one of the bags he carried in, it was a large backpack littered with pins and patches from friends who’ve brought them back for him from trips they went on. He soon pulled out a plain brown, cardboard box with a white bow on top and handed it to the bouncy blonde.

Dream unfolded the lid and tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Why’s it wrapped on the inside too?” He questioned.

“Just open it damnit,” George exclaimed, “You’ll be even more excited when you actually open it dumb dumb.”

Dream shrugged off his confusion and ripped into the wrapping paper. he quickly shut the lid as his face flushed a bright pink.

“What’s wrong dreamy? Nervous?” The brunette smirked while resting his chin in his hand.

“I- Uh- Uhm-“ Dream stuttered, he was too stunned to speak.

“Well? Take it out.” George smiled.

Dream gulped and opened the box once more. He pulled out a ball gag, a cock ring, and a dildo that looked about eleven inches long. “Wh-Whats this f-for George-?” He asked nervously.

“It’s for tonight,” George replied with a grin, “Now, finish editing so we can have fun.~”

Dream swallowed hard and put everything back into the box, setting it on the floor next to his desk so he could continue editing. ‘What does he mean “for tonight”’ Dream thought.

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~~~Time Skip~~~

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Dream had finished editing and George was sitting on the sofa the same way he had been since he got here, his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. Dream had calmed down while editing and was now surprisingly confident for later. “So Georgie~ i’m done editing now… What do you say we head up to my room and have some fun like you promised.” He said in a deeper tone.

George’s face flushed. “Oh yeah- l-lets go.” He got up, struggling to stay standing as his legs started shaking immediately.

Dream grabbed his hand and pulled him up, slinging him over his shoulder. He bent down and grabbed the box and made his way upstairs with a prize on each side.

Once up the stairs, Dream opened up his door and tossed George onto the bed. He set the box down on the nightstand and stood at the side of the bed peering down at the smaller man who was red in the face. “Well, what’s the plan Georgie~?” He asked excitedly with a big grin spread across his cheeks.

“Well,” George sat up facing the taller man and began unbuttoning Dreams jeans. “I was thinking…” He stood up and put his hands on Dreams waist, spinning around and pushing him down onto the bed. “…You wait right here and ill go get another present for you.” He smiled and skipped down the stairs to grab the same bag. He brought it up with him and set it on the nightstand next to the gift box from earlier. He began digging through the bag and ended up pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a bright red rope. He dangled them over Dream as the blonde lay there having no idea what’s in store for him.

Dream looked at the rope, then the cuffs, then the man holding them, then his pants. And would you look at that, he’s tenting already. It doesn’t help that his jeans aren’t unzipped, his length is pressing right up against the zipper. He went to unzip his pants but was stopped and met with handcuffs around his wrists. He should have known.

“I’ll take care of you from here dreamy.~” George purred. He sat the tall blonde up cuffing his hands behind his back after taking off his shirt and tying him up securely with the rope he pulled out earlier. He moved dream to rest against the pillows so he could feel a little more comfortable.

Dream was already liking where this was going. Of course, he though he was just going to be ringed and forced to watch George fuck himself on the silicone mine inches, but little did he know, he was way off track. “Zipper now please,” he asked, thrusting his hips up softly to indicate he wants his pants unzipped.

“Hmm.. Not yet.” George decided as he trailed his hand up Dreams thigh. He stood at the foot of the bed, right in dreams view and started undressing himself, slowly revealing every inch of his body. When he finished, Dream was harder than a rock.

“Fuck… Please unzip me George…” Dream whined, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to cum already and he’s barely even been touched yet.

George grabbed the box off of the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. He looked Dream up and down while biting his lip, knowing it would turn Dream on. However, it unintentionally turned him on too. His length began to rise as he unzipped dreams pants and pulled them off. Dream watched him as he undressed his bottom half and sighed relieve as his pants were unzipped. However, that relieve durned into want as he noticed George’s shaft hardening. He bit his lip and looked the brunette up and down before looking down at himself. Jesus had he gotten bigger?

George pulled the cock ring out of the box and slipped it onto Dream’s now nine inches. The blonde winced at the feeling rewarding a small whimper from his soft lips. George then grabbed the ball gag and looked at it for a few seconds, deciding to toss it to the side and let dream make all the noise he wanted, as it did something for him.

George started to play with himself seeing as dream couldn’t do it, and god did it feel amazing. He let out small moans and whimpers as he continued pumping himself. After about two minutes of that he pulled out the dildo. He slowed his movement and soon came to a stop. He looked up at Dream who’s face was a bright pink and sweaty. The blonde was nearly panting at how bad he wanted to fuck George. He was just staring at George’s length before he felt a grip on his leg. He snapped back into reality and looked over to his leg. George was moving it and propping it up, then moved to the other one, making sure they were spread wide enough.

“Why are you spreading *my* legs?” Dream asked with small huffs in between, “I thought you were the bottom?”

“You’re funny,” George chuckled. “Not tonight i’m not.” he smiled as he spit onto the dildo, making sure to evenly distribute the lubricant as he didn’t want to waist the good stuff on a silicone toy. He circled Dreams entrance with the tip of the toy, earning some deep breaths from Dream. The Florida mans legs are already shaking because of how hard he’s gotten with no help plus restraint.

“Please put it in~ I-I can’t take any long- AAAUH!” Dream begged. George however wasted no time causing Dream to moan mid sentence.

George is now pumping the ten inches roughly in and out of Dream, who is moaning hysterically and nearly on the verge of tears of pleasure, and helping himself out as well. both of the men’s moans and whines willed the room. George was getting close and Dream could tell.

“George.~” The blonde moaned.

“Y-yeah Dream?~” George stuttered, attempting to hold back his moans to speak fluently.

“Cum inside me~ Fuck~ please!~” Dream begged, trying his best to make eye contact with the brown eyed boy in front of him.

“Y-you sure?” George stuttered once again.

“Yes! Please! I’m more than sure!~” Dream whined.

George stopped both hands and slid the dildo out which earned a sharp moan from his lover. He then positioned himself at the entrance that was once occupied and spit on himself, shoving himself in without warning. Dream was nearly screaming. He was being fucked silly. As soon as George entered he moaned lowly.

“God~ Fuck you’re still so~ so tight~” The brunette growled and grabbed underneath dreams legs to get a grip on his things, pushing him into a more comfortable position, fucking him harder and harder until,,, “I’m s-so~ sO~ clOSE~ UhmMh~ Fuck~!” He moaned as he released his load into the blonde. he slowed down a bit but didn’t stop.

“MmMmMmMm~” Dream moaned as he felt the warm liquid being shot inside of him.

George slowed and came to a stop, pulling out a few seconds later. “I gotta piss i’ll be right back.” He claimed.

“George wait.” Dream lay there panting and whining.

“What is it slut.” George growled at the tied blonde.

“Inside.” Dream looked at George then back to where he was being fucked.

“You want me to piss inside of you? God you really are a slut. pathetic.” George shrugged and let himself back in earning a moan from each of the boys as he started thrusting slower but roughly.

“Yes~ Yes~ YEs~!” Dream whined as he awaited more liquid.

George then relieved himself as he thrusted harder and harder, “Ooooh~ fuck..”

“UGH YES~ YES YES YES~!!” Dream screamed, almost loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “T-Take the- take the r-riiing off n-n-now plea—ease, i’m- I’m sso close…”

George pulled out and pulled the ring off slowly being rewarded with a relieving moan. He began slowly pumping his length in his fist and teasing the tip with his tongue.

“OOoooOh~! That’s sooo good~ that feels so fucking good~!” Dream whined as he released. Panting and sweating, tears dripping down his face.

George noticed that he came but wanted to have a little more fun. He took his hand off of Dream’s cock and let his mouth take over. He began bobbing his head up and down while holding on to the rope Dream was tied up with.

“Oh~ Oh fuck~ G-George I’m~ I’m gonna cum again~!” Dream moaned, trying to move his hands to grip onto something, no luck. He instinctively began thrusting into George’s mouth and whining.

After about two minutes he came again. He let his hips drop to meet the mattress again as he panted heavily.

George cleaned up the mess of cum left on Dream’s legs and all over George’s face. He then proceeded to untie and uncuff Dream so they can go take a bath.

“Come on baby, let’s go take a bath then we can go to sleep okay?” George said as he left the room to go run the water.

“M-mhm~” Dream struggled to move or answer. He wouldn’t be walking for a good three days.

As the bath is running George somehow finds clean sheets to change the bed into because after tonight the entire mattress would need a wash, but new sheets would work for now.

George helped Dream to the bath and had him sit in the warm water while he made the bed. Once he finished he joined Dream in the back, washing them both and helping him relax.

Dream leaned onto the Brit and whispered “I love you George…”

“I love you too Clay.” George replied, laying a kiss on his forehead before standing up to dry himself off and then drying Dream. He helped him back to bed where they would cuddle for the rest of the night while they fell asleep.