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Double Time (C!Wilbur x Reader x C!Quackity)

You would have to talk to Quackity about soundproofing the walls in the casino.

You would have thought it would have been a priority, what with the amount of illicit activity that went on here. But no - the walls were unfortunately thin. Thin enough that you could hear when casino guests snuck away from the card tables to have some fun. Thin enough that you could hear when Quackity had to ‘take care’ of the occasional business partner. Thin enough that you could hear the shouting coming from your boss’s office now.

Quackity and Wilbur were at it again.

It wasn’t a secret what the argument was about - Wilbur wanted in on Las Nevadas, and Quackity just wasn’t having it. Anyone that worked at the casino knew it - how could they not, when it was almost every day? It wasn’t even fun to gossip about anymore really.

You rubbed at the crease on your forehead as the shouting picked up again. It didn’t help that your office was right next to Quackity’s - you had gotten unlucky in that regard. Trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of you (the projections for next months earnings), you ignored the shouting. You were almost used to working in conditions like these-

Something slammed into the wall you shared with Quackity’s office, and you slammed your pen down onto the desk.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered to yourself, pushing away from your desk so vigorously that the whole thing shook. “I can’t. I can’t work like this.”

You stomped over to the door, pushing it open and parading out into the hallway. It wasn’t a far march to Quackity’s office door, and you didn’t hesitate to raise a fist to the wood, intending to just knock.

Instead - as the door had been unlocked - you punched the door open, sending it slamming into the wall. 

Inside the office, Quackity had Wilbur backed up to the wall that you shared, one hand on his throat. Both pairs of eyes snapped to you as the door flung open, whatever argument that had been happening between them freezing for a moment. It was clear that things had been getting a little handsy - Quackity’s tie was coming loose, and Wilbur’s trenchcoat was pushed off one shoulder. You didn’t care all that much though, blinded by your frustration.

“Really?” You all but growled, standing in the door. “Seriously? This is what you’re up to? I am busting my ass trying to get the estimates for next months earnings done - because, you know, that’s my job - and you both are screaming your fucking heads off in here like there’s nothing else going on-”

“Y/N-” Quackity started, leaning back from where he was almost pressed chest-to-chest against Wilbur. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You said, pinning him with a stare. “I can’t fucking believe you - you’re disgusting. People are trying to work - for you! They’re working for you and what are you doing? Fucking the goddamn clients!”

The room fell quiet as you finished your tirade, and for a moment you just stood there, looking between Quackity and Wilbur as they just stared back at you. They didn’t even try to deny it - not like they really could when the evidence was right in front of you. 

You were just about to turn around and leave when Quackity spoke again. 

“I mean, if you’re that upset about it, you’re welcome to join.”

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Your Sin To Bear.

─ TW: priest!dream, sacrilegious, religion kink, use of dream’s real name (clay), blasphemy, corruption kink, mention of stalking, predator/prey kink if you squint, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving)

this is my entry for the red flags look green event!! the long awaited priest!dream fic!! i hope it doesn’t disappoint <33

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DRUMMING HEARTS

+ pairing ; drummer!punz x fem!reader

+ word count ; 2843

+ content ; NSFW 18+ content is within this series

+ warning ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, no warning for this chapter

◖ a/n ◗

; it’s here ! the drummer!punz series is now starting ! this is the first chapter and i’m quite proud of it. if you see anything off, please lmk ! :D

“please, y/n! just come to the gig tonight… please? you’re gonna love it.” sam was pleading you and he had been for the past hour, he was a bassist and his band had a big gig tonight at a club downtown. sam, your roommate, had been telling you about it for days, he was really excited, you could see it on his face when he talked about how he and his bandmates thought that this was their big break. “sam… i’d love to go, i truly would but i have class tomorrow morning.” you sighed and looked behind you through the mirror in front of you, making eye contact with him as he pouts to himself.

with an overexaggerated sigh, the tall male walked over and slumped himself over your shoulders making you huff and and roll your eyes playfully. “please~” the end of his word was dragged on as he swayed the both of you from side to side making you chuckle at his childishness. “i don’t wanna miss class in the morning, sammy.” the brunette let out a fake, dramatic cry and buried his stubbly face in your neck making you squirm away from him while giggling. “sam!”

“y/n… please?” he begged again, looking at you in the mirror, puppy dog eyes staring at you until you sigh and nod, sam immediately jumping off of you and running around in excitement. “yes! thank you! thank you! i promise, you won’t regret it!” after screaming this at you, the excited male runs out of your shared apartment and into the apartment across from your own, which you knew one of his bandmates, boomer, lived in along with his roommate, punz, another one of sam’s bandmates.

shaking your head with a laugh, you start getting ready, pulling out some clothes that looked decent enough for a club gig. just as you were pulling a cropped, black t-shirt out of your closet, you heard voices coming from the front of your apartment, the voices getting closer as they walk further through the door. “sam? are you back?” hearing a simple ‘yes’ back from your roommate, you turned back to picking out the bottom half of your outfit, your eyes falling onto a black, plaited skirt hanging on a hanger in the back of your wardrobe. reaching out a hand to grab the item of clothing, you scream and jump as a voice yelled out, a hand landing on your shoulder. “boo!”

spinning around, you notice a short haired male behind you, holding his stomach with tears of laughter in his eyes. “boomer! oh my god, don’t scare me like that!” you screeched at him as you hit his shaking shoulder, boomer backing away with his shoulders hunched up as loud laughs left his open mouth. “you should have seen your face! that was priceless.” you rolled your eyes while an annoyed groan rattled your chest. reaching your hand back into the closet, you grab the skirt before throwing it onto the bed with the shirt you already picked out. “i swear to god, boomer, you need to stop doing that!”

the male only laughed more as he stumbled out of the bedroom and into the living room, patting sam on the back as he passes him. sam shook his head with a chuckle as he pokes his head into the room in which you were standing in, now looking at your wide variety of shoes. “you get spooked, y/n?” not even looking at him, you throw your middle finger up at him, making him laugh and leave the doorway, leaving you alone in your bedroom. shaking your head with a small smile, you pulled out a pair of old, battered combat boots that you have had for years but didn’t have the heart to throw out. “i’d go with that chain, leather belt you have hanging up on your closet door with that skirt.” once again, you’re left spooked as you jump and gasp, dropping one of the shoes in your hand. again, you turn your head to the doorway to see a blonde male leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face. punz.

“jesus, christ. punz, a hello would be nice.” another sigh left your mouth as you brushed hair away from your face, picking up the dropped shoe and placing them at the end of the bed. “i wouldn’t use the lord’s name in vain if i were you, darlin’.” you scoff and yet again, turn your head to make eye contact with the male, a shiver crawling up your spine when his smirk widens. “as if you’re the textbook definition of a christian.” rolling your eyes, you turn back to your outfit, taking the chain, leather belt off of the back of the closet making him let out a single chuckle under his breath.

“so, you’re coming to the gig tonight?” punz pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked further into the room, sitting himself down on your bed and picking up the belt, twisting the chains around in his fingers, your eyes watching him for a split second before turning back to the container on your dressing table that was full of eyeliner pens. “sam asked me to. why? do you have a problem with that?” you face the blonde and raise an eyebrow, holding a bold black eyeliner pen in between your fingers while the male behind you snickered to himself.

“no, darlin’. there’s no problem.” punz grinned cheekily, a slight shine in his eyes as he stands from the bed, still holding the belt in his hands. with confused eyes, you watched him leave the room, still clutching the belt, and shook your head as you turn back to the mirror in front of you, bringing the eyeliner pen up to your eyes for the last finishing touches on your eye makeup. “hey, y/n.” a soft knock is heard against the door of your room and you let your eyes travel towards another person stood in your doorway, that person being foolish.

a smile pulled at your lips as you mention the tall male into the room, “hi, foolish.” placing the cap onto the eyeliner pen, you get up from your chair and meet the brunette half way, immediately getting pulled into a hug and lifted from the ground. letting you down, foolish took a step back and grinned at you while pushing his wet, unstyled hair away from his forehead, it was clear he just got out of the shower. “how are ya, sweetheart?”

walking back to your dressing table, you start finishing the rest of your makeup while foolish leans on the back of your chair, watching you as you two talk, you were good friends with foolish, especially when you had gone to high school together. just as you were putting on your finishing touches, there was another knock at the door, foolish now stood next to you and was holding a brush that you were previously using and passed to him to hold for a second while you looked for another product. both you and the brunette turned towards the door and watched as a shaggy haired blonde walked into the room, his hands in his skinny jeans pockets. “c’mon, man, we have to go soon.” punz’s eyes then turned to you and he winked, a smirk on his face. foolish looked between the two of you as he witnessed the wink, watching as you grew flustered and turned away from the two males. standing up from your seat, you walk over to the two and started pushing them out of the room, “okay, go stay with sam, i’m gonna get ready.”

with a hand on foolish’s back, your other placed itself on punz’s chest, your widening only slightly as you feel the pure muscle under his oversized shirt. “you sure you want me to leave, darlin’? i can help.” the blonde grinned, letting you push him out of the room and turning away with laugh as you gasp at his words and give his chest a harsh shove. the brunette next to him chuckled and ruffled your hair, watching his bandmate walk over to the other two on the couch and flop onto the two of them, gaining amusing sexual words in return as boomer and sam jokingly feel the blonde up, obnoxiously loud moans leaving punz’s mouth.

shaking your head, you head back into your room, shutting the door behind you and walking to your bed, stripping yourself of your clothes. “what a dick.” you scoff as all you could think of was a certain drummer, your mind moving at 1000 miles per hour as it makes you daydream about what would happen if he did stay behind to ‘help’ you with getting changed. pulling a new pair of undergarments from a draw, you grow angry with your brain and huff, ‘like i would ever do anything with that asshole’. you knew punz’s reputation of being the playboy of the band, how all he did was fuck groupies and get drunk with the boys. you were friends with sam and his bandmates, it was inevitable as he was your roommate and had been for 2 years and it was only natural that you became friends with his friends but you still didn’t agree to the things punz did.

quickly throwing your clothes on and pulling your shoes on, you look around for the belt, only to remember that the tall blonde took it with him when he left the room. groaning in annoyance, you pull the door open and walk over to the drummer, his tattooed hand reaching for his drink. “can i have my belt, punz? please?” punz looked up at you and grinned, grabbing the belt from underneath him and standing to his full height, towering over you. “of course, darlin’.” and you held a hand out, expecting him to place the leather into your hand but was found confused when he didn’t, widening your eyes in surprise when his arms wrapped around your waist, buckling the belt around you tightly with experience, making you involuntarily roll your eyes as your chest blooms in slight jealousy. “really? did you have to do that?”

“yeah.” he smirked and held your chin, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip before you jerk your head away as you click your tongue. “get lost, punz. that won’t work on me.” you shake your head as the rest of the boys in your living room laugh, patting the blonde on the back as he walked past. punz still grinned to himself, grabbing his keys and phone before turning to the rest of his bandmates. “ready to go? show’s in half an hour.” there was a sudden silence before all five males in your apartment started screaming and panicking, running around and trying to find their belongings as they rush each other around, punz grabbing his drumsticks, sam grabbing his bass guitar, boomer holding onto his bag in one hand while gripping his own guitar in his other hand, foolish was trying to get one shoe on his foot while the other hung from in between his teeth by the shoelace and lastly, ant, the last of the band members, was holding a guitar pick in his mouth while screaming at his boyfriend on the phone to hurry up and get ready.

you laughed at all of them and grabbed your own keys, taking your bag by the handle and heading to the door. “c’mon, guys. you don’t wanna miss your own show.” all five of them then headed out, sam being the last as he turned off all of the lights and held the door open for you as you swing the keys to the apartment on your finger. then you all leave for the club, ant quickly heading to his own apartment to pick up his boyfriend, with whom he lives with, and your group splits up into different cars. ant, his boyfriend, red, and sam in one car, you, punz, foolish and boomer all in the other.

halfway to the club, you reach over to turn the the volume of the car radio up, lust by chase atlantic playing through the speakers loudly. looking over at the driver from the passenger’s seat, you noticed the tattooed fingers of the flirty blonde drumming against the steering wheel, his posture relaxed as he watched the road. all of a sudden, his mouth opened and he started to sing, “cold nights, dark sprites, sip it lightly.” and then his blue eyes faced you, making eye contact with a surprising softness that you didn’t know he possessed. “i don’t even wanna fuck, i just like you.” hushed giggles came from the back of the car as boomer and foolish wiggle their fingers at each other, watching the interaction in front of them.

foolish then started singing, his voice easily overpowering punz’s as his natural talent started to shine in the car. “i thought i only liked drugs, i’m surprised too.” the blue eyed male then cut eye contact and focused on the road again, his fingers drumming to the beat. that’s when the club came into view, sam’s car already in the parking lot with all three men climbing out of their respective seats. swinging the car into a parking space, the blonde pulled the handbrake, putting the car in park which caused all of you to climb out yourselves. “i’ll meet you guys inside?” you spare eye contact with punz yet again before turning to boomer, asking your question but giving him a weird look when you see the massive grin on his face.

“yeah, sure. red, go with her?” ant was the one to talk now, turning to his taller boyfriend, letting go of his hand when the brunette started walking over to you. “yeah, i’ll go with her. keep her safe and all that jazz.” red smiled down at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder making you playfully roll your eyes and run away from him, towards any, clinging to his arm dramatically. “ant! your boyfriend is trying to make us look like a straight couple!” this caused all of you to laugh, especially when red bit his lip and started towards you, causing your face to pull into a horrified look and hide behind boomer, who was stood next to sam. “boomer, help! turn me gay!”

now all of the others were on the floor, clutching their stomachs in laughter as boomer’s face turned worried, his voice sounding offended, “what?! was that an insult?” ant patted the taller male on the shoulder and chuckled, giving him a simple ‘yes’ as an answer. this caused boomer to turn around and glare at you, making you squeal and run towards the club, grabbing red’s hand on the way there and pulling him along with you.

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about 2 hours had passed, the boys had been playing amazingly and you and red had been screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs the entire time. well, it was more like you were screaming the lyrics and red was yelling about how hot ant was and how he was gonna treat him when they got home. you didn’t question it, not that you wanted to. you and red were at the bar when all five boys came running over, high-fiving people they walked past. “you guys liked that?”

you immediately turned around and hugged sam, letting him pick you up and twirl you around as you praised him, a laugh falling from his lips. “sam! that was awesome! oh my god, you’re all amazing.” as the rest of the boys pretended to swoon over your kind words, boomer even going as far as to trust fall into foolish’s arms with the back of his hand against his forehead, punz crossed his arms and lent them onto the bar next to you as sam let you down, flagging the bartender down and ordering a drink, something you didn’t pay attention to as you messed around with red as ant’s cheeks warmed up and went pink at his boyfriend’s compliments.

“i saw you screaming, darlin’.” punz whispered in your ear, a shiver making your body shake causing a chuckle to leave the tattooed male’s mouth, your thighs clenching slightly as his breath hits your ear. “i could make you scream just the same.” that’s when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and turned around to face him, your finger hooking into his belt loop and pulling him closer, almost nose to nose with him as you whisper back to him.

“oh, yeah? you gonna make me scream your name and shake underneath you? gonna make me cum all over your cock?” this caused the blonde to grip your chin gently, his lips pulled into a smirk as his eyes flick down to your parted lips. “don’t tempt me…”

[smut-collector22]

ok so I just read game day,, so good btw

BUT the last line ("ill be a lot nicer if you win next time") got me thinking

could I request sort of the same concept but dream wins instead ??

anddddd reader just praises him endlessly n treats him like a little princess !!!!

okay okay I think I misinterpreted this prompt after I wrote this long thing, so if this isn’t what you had in mind, just send in another request I don’t mind rewriting!

game day pt. 2

(dream x reader)

(cw: smut, 18+ only, dacryphilia, praise, degradation.)

 the crowd was roaring with energy. you could feel each person’s adrenaline in the stands radiating off their body and feeding into the air. you were no exception, your loud cheers ripping through your throat as you cheered for your boyfriend who’d made the game winning play.

as soon as the buzzer went off and everyone began to disperse, you couldn’t help but run down to the field, excitement pumping through you.

you and dream immediately locked eyes, as he held out his arms to engulf you in a hug. he had a bright smile on his face, which only caused your chest to flutter like an open cage of butterflies.

the hug was warm and gentle, a harsh contrast to the words that were whispered in your ear.

“I won this time, so when we get home, I want you on your knees.” he whispered, his lips hovering over your ear. shivers wracked through you at the mere thought of his hungry eyes.

“i gotta go get changed.” he spoke a little louder, pulling away, as if those filthy words hadn’t left his lips just moments ago.

“o-okay.” you acknowledged, already too stunned to speak.

and he definitely took notice, a smirk wiping across his face as he headed towards the locker rooms.

-

you sat on the end of dream’s bed, in nothing but his jersey and your underwear. you were practically squirming, nervousness surging through you as you heard the front door handle rattle.

you fiddled with your fingers in order to dissipate some of the overwhelming tension, but as soon as he walked through the bedroom door, hair still wet from the shower, all hope had been lost.

“look at you, listening to my commands so well.” he hummed, dropping his duffel bag. his eyes were greedy, taking in every inch of your body.

his voice was soft, yet condescending. it was a confusing mixture that twisted your core into itself.

he made his way over to the bed, looming in front of you. if the height difference wasn’t obvious when the two of you were standing, it was definitely present now.

you tilted your head back to look up at him, as he ran his hands over your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against your lips.

“open.” he commanded.

you dropped your jaw as he slipped his thumb in, pushing it further and further until your eyes began to water.

your lips wrapped around his finger, your tongue messily swirling around it.

“mm so pretty.” he hummed. his eyes were locked on you in awe.

he pulled back, his hands now wandering to the bottom of his jersey that sat on you like a dress. he tugged at the hem pulling it over your head.

his movements were starting to grow rougher as though the adrenaline from the game was trying to escape him.

dream roughly grabbed at your hips, quickly pushing you backwards onto the bed.

he crawled on top of you, ripping his clothes off, and tossing them onto the floor. he was tunnel visioning on you; on making you feel good.

leaning down, he pressed small kisses into your neck, which quickly turned into rough ones, attempting to mark any place he can. to let everyone know that you belong to him.

your back arched at the messy feeling, each place on your neck becoming more tender than the next.

“dream—“ you whimpered.

“I didn’t say you could speak.” he scoffed. the tone of his voice made you blush of embarrassment. he’d never been so controlling.

you just simply nodded in response, chewing on your bottom lip.

his hand dipped down into your underwear, leaving no time for adjustment as he plunged two fingers inside you.

you let out a loud gasp, now unable to control your body, nor the noises coming out of it.

he was feeding off of your movements, growing faster, more aggressive each time you whimpered.

you felt yourself reaching your climax already, each nerve in your body fired up. everything was so sensitive— one simple move and you’d come undone.

and he knew that, which is exactly why he pulled his fingers out of you with a cheeky grin.

“please—“ you whined, your hips bucking into nothing, desperate to finish.

he pouted at you, although it felt sarcastic and humiliating.

“you don’t get to cum until I say so.” his voice rang as he lined his hips up with yours.

you were anticipating the full feeling, your breath hitching once he finally slid himself all the way in.

watching as his face twisted, eyelids heavy and lips parted, almost pushed you over the edge.

“holy fuck, you feel so perfect for me.” the words came tumbling off his lips, tripping over one another.

his praiseful words littered you in chills, your eyes beginning to water at the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

he began to rock his hips at a ruthless pace, and you were unable to focus on anything except the feeling of him pumping in and out of you. you could feel every curve; every vein.

your eyes rolled back, completely fucked out and rapidly reaching your high again.

“please can I cum ive been so good.” you were begging, your breathing uncontrollably rapid.

he considered for a moment, and tears pricked your eyes once more when you thought he’d deny you.

“since you’re crying so prettily for me, go ahead.” he allowed.

his words and fasts thrusts pushed you over the edge, working you through your high. and it wasn’t until seconds later he came hurdling right after you, sharp groans and your name leaving his lips.

he slowed the pace of his hips down, riding the enveloping pleasure out. the room fell quiet except the soft sounds of the two of you attempting to recollect your breath.

“I got my reward for winning this time.” he panted.

[smut-collector22]

yoo! may i request dream losing a football game and hes being super angry and bratty and he degrades the reader and tries to let out his anger but the reader is sick of him always doing that so they put him in place? so its a dominating reader and submissive dream :)) if you dont wanna write it thats cool!

OOOO ive never written like (I wouldn’t call it an au, but kinda) for tumblr before! enjoy bratty football!dream.

game day.

(dream x reader)

(cw: smut, 18+ only, no pronoun use, edging, degradation, sub!dream, voyeurism.)

you stood in the stands of the football stadium, bright lights beaming down onto the field below. you adorned the red and white jersey that dream practically begged you to wear, his number stamped on your back.

it was the fourth quarter of the game and dream’s team was behind by 7 points. all they needed was one more touchdown to draw, sending the game into overtime.

you couldn’t calm yourself down enough to sit. your eyes were glued on your boyfriend, hunched over in the middle of the field as you anxiously gnawed on your nails.

the alarm sounded for the last play to be made. you felt your muscles tense as you watched dream take hold of the ball and sprint towards the other end of the field.

your eyes flickered up towards the giant clock, only 5 seconds to spare.

“he’s not gonna make it.” you mumbled to yourself.

you chewed on your bottom lip, your eyes unable to leave the timer.

“4..3..2..1..” you mumbled to yourself.

the blaring alarm sounded, and your eyes shot back down towards where dream stood, only inches away from the touchdown line.

the stands began to erupt in sighs and boo’s at the disappointment of the team’s loss. you could vaguely hear cheering from the other end of the stadium.

-

it was dark by the time everyone had filed out, the sky now adorning a deep blue. you stood outside of the locker room, patiently waiting for dream to greet you. walking inside with other players still changing felt invasive, so you didn’t mind lingering until he was finished.

your back pushed against the wall. reaching into your pocket, you whipped out your phone to kill time.

a text from dream illuminated your screen, the words reading “come in.”

you quickly responded with a “I don’t want to bother the other players.”

you could hear his phone ding from the inside of the building, the sound reverberating off the brick walls.

“it’s just me.” he texted back.

with a sigh you nervously made your way into the building, searching for your boyfriend in the maze of red and white lockers.

“over here.” you heard, your legs carrying you to the origin of the sound.

your eyes immediately widened when you saw dream towering ahead of you, and it was suddenly becoming harder to breath in the warm locker room.

dream’s bare skin had a sheen of sweat to it, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. his arms were littered with small bruises from being pushed around, and his face was tense.

your eyes flickered to the floor, landing on his discarded jersey and helmet. heat began to radiate off your face, quickly becoming embarrassed that you were blushing at something so simple.

“hi baby.” he cooed, the rough tone in his voice showering chills over your skin.

“hi.” you shyly responded. his stance was intimidating. he was seething.

there was a pause in the tense air. your eyes were locked onto his, watching as he contemplated something. and you didn’t have a good feeling about it.

“I want you on your knees for me, slut.” he quickly commanded. your lips parted, taken aback by the bold statement in such a public area.

you knew he’d be upset about the game, but not so upset that he couldn’t wait to get home.

“here?” you questioned, your eyes darting between the non-lockable doors and his gaze.

“am I gonna have to repeat myself or are you gonna obey?” he fired back at your obvious question.

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, slightly annoyed by his statement.

an idea sparked in your mind. possibly a bad one, but you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you decided to obey for the time being, only to lull him into a state of false security.

slowly, you dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up at his features through your lashes.

your hand reached up to run over his thigh and you could already feel it trembling under your touch. a small smirk crept on your face, but you decided to mask it with a pout, refusing to let him in on your secret so quickly.

as soon as your slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of his pants, his breathing grew quicker. he anticipated your touch.

you slowly pulled his bottoms down, watching in awe as his cock broke free. he was already hard, his body begging to feel you.

and this is exactly where you needed him.

reaching your hand up, you ran the pad of your thumb over his tip, slowly riling him up.

it was only seconds after where his hand snapped down to your wrist, a mix of warning and lust in his eyes. he was much angrier than you thought.

“don’t tease.” he muttered through clenched teeth.

you said nothing more, just continued to obey. your lips wrapped themselves around him and dream’s loud groan immediately filled the air.

his breaths were already shaky and you’d barely moved.

beginning to bob your head, you were encouraged by his moans, followed by a string of degrading words.

“your pathetic little mouth was made just for me.” he spewed.

you sped up your movements, your tongue more sloppily swirling around him. you wanted nothing more than you hear him whimpering for you.

he began to twitch inside your mouth, queuing you to pull your lips off of him.

you prepared for the consequences, but heard nothing more than a staggered moan.

“you’re such a brat.” he spoke, his words still shaking.

you stood back up, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him down on the bench that sat in front of the lockers.

“you need me so bad? then I get to control when you cum. I could walk away and leave you just like this.” you smirked, the dynamic completely shifting.

he hissed at your sharp words, wanting nothing more than to relieve the pressure built in his stomach.

you watched as his hips bucked up into the air, searching for some form of pleasure.

“so needy.” you mumbled, dragging your hand across his cheek.

“okay okay— please just let me finish.” he whined, finally giving in.

you thought it would be much harder, but after observing his desperation his pleads proved to be easy.

“I’ll think about it.” you spoke harshly. you slipped your pants off of your legs, quickly followed by your underwear. the clothing landed somewhere within the pile of his clothes and football gear.

you threw one of your legs over his, now straddling him. your eyes watched as his expression slowly grew softer, his features silently pleading for him.

you slowly sat on top of him, a synchronous gasp escaping the both of you. his hands snaked around your hips, which you allowed.

“if you move either of us, im gonna leave you just like this.” you spoke, making yourself clear. dream understandingly nodded.

“good boy.” you praised, the simple worlds nearly leaving him in a puddle.

you began to rock on top of him, starting off at a quick speed so you could watch him try and hold himself together. you were being brutal and he knew it.

his face twisted, his eyebrows pinching together in concentration. the boy was hellbent on not finishing until you told him too, but watching as your body met his was making it difficult.

he was already close, having been edged before, you could tell by the tensing of his muscles.

“fuck im close.” he grunted, his nails digging crescents into your plush hips.

“already? poor baby.” you pouted, continuing on with your quick movements.

“please.” he whimpered quietly.

“please what?” you fired back, struggling to keep your voice steady between your own moans. you hated to admit that you were growing close too.

“please may I come? I followed your rules, just like you asked.” he pleaded, his words tripping over one another.

you continued to chase your own high, pushing yourself to the edge before obliging.

“yes baby.”

those two words were all dream needed to snap, his shaky moans growing so loud they recoiled off the lockers.

his body writhed under yours, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he tried to compose himself.

your orgasm built, before pushing you over the edge just moments later. you roughly bit on your lip, your moans turning into praises.

“you feel so good.” you whined, fluttering your eyes closed. your hips absentmindedly rode you through your high, as you tried to contain your trembling thighs.

the locker room abruptly fell silent, the only sound heard was the mix of your heavy breaths.

“I’ll be a lot nicer if you win next time.”

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Entertainment (aka Attention part deux)

cc!punz (w/ cc!sapnap + cc!dream on call) x afab!reader (she/they pronouns)

Warning: smut (minors dni)

Can you come in here for a minute?

You frowned at the message that lit up your phone screen, wondering what reason Punz could have for summoning you. He had left you alone on the couch a couple of hours ago to take some kind of work meeting and you didn't know how you could be needed for that.

"Come in," He yelled when you softly knocked on the door of his office.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're bored," Punz groaned dramatically and rocked slowly back and forth in his desk chair.

We?

"Yeah, we need some entertainment." Sapnap's voice came through the computer, sounding equally frustrated. You couldn't see the monitors from the door but you realised Punz was still in a call.

Your eyes flashed with the jet of excitement that ran through you from Sapnap's voice. "Entertainment?" You asked slowly. It had been a few weeks since you'd busted in on Punz while he was busy and you were needy and ended up being the centre of much more attention than you'd anticipated between him and Sapnap and Dream. But you would be lying if you said you didn't love being 'watched' by them. And you'd also be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it every day since it'd happened. You bit down on your lip to suppress a smile.

"We loved watching you last time, it was so hot." Dream chimed in. "Do it again for us?"

Punz raised his eyebrows in question but he didn't need to wait for your answer because you simply pulled the oversized shirt you were wearing over your head and dropped it to the floor. You shivered lightly both from the chill of your bare skin and in anticipation for what you were agreeing to.

"I want to see if she knows how to suck a cock." Sapnap said. "Come over here and get on your knees."

You crossed the room to sink down to your knees by his desk. You tried to keep your movements slow, casual, but if they had access to your body, they'd find you were already wet.

"She's good at that," Punz rubbed his thumb over your cheek softly. "Want to show them how good you are at sucking cock?"

You preened at his praise and nodded.

"She's so obedient, she'd do anything you ask, I bet." Dream sounded impressed.

"Literally, you wouldn't believe," Punz agreed. He reached across the desk to reposition his camera so the others could see what you were doing. He sat back and draped his arms casually over his chair. He nodded at the bulge already pushing at his shorts. "Go on then, suck me off."

The tiniest grin tugged at your lips. You leaned up to pull his shorts out the way and wrapped your fingers around him. and rolled your tongue around the head of his cock.

He let you set your own pace for a few minutes, holding the hair away from your face so your audience would have an unobstructed view. You twisted your hand keeping in rhythm with your mouth as you worked more of him into your mouth. You could feel him hardening even more between your lips.

"That's cute and all," Sapnap drawled, "But I wanna see them take it all."

Punz let go of your hair and rested his hand on the back of your head. As his hips pushed up, his hand pushed your head further down and he groaned deep in his chest. You felt the sting of tears when he hit the back of your throat and you took his whole length. The hand on your head held you there, unable to breathe with his cock shoved as far as it could go down your throat. Your eyes watered and you rolled them up to look at the camera on the desk.

"So pretty." Dream's voice was breathy and you pictured him on the other side of the call with a fist wrapped around his own cock, imagining it was your mouth instead.

Punz ran the pad of his thumb along the corner of your mouth, feeling it stretched taut to accommodate him. You kept him in your mouth until your chest started to burn with the need to breathe. You tapped his thigh and his hold on your head disappeared. Wrenching back, you gulped air greedily, not bothering to wipe away the drool coating your chin and chest.

"Look at the mess they've made." Sapnap tutted. "You were right, they are good at that."

Please, you closed your eyes and rolled your tongue lazily around the rim. Punz mumbled something and nudged your head. You took the hint and wrapped your lips around him again, pulling him all the way into your throat. Then you pulled back and did it again. And again. And again.

Setting him free from your mouth again, you flattened your tongue and licked up the length of him slowly while you panted to catch your breath. You ran your thumb across the head. A bead of wetness made the tip slick and you leaned over, running your tongue along the indent just to taste him. You could see the muscles in his stomach clench and heard a sharp intake of breath from the speakers; someone was enjoying the show.

"Okay," Punz tugged on your hair, voice deep with hunger, "If you want me to fuck you now you need to stop. Unless you want me to come down your throat."

You shook your head, "I want you to fuck me," you had to force the words out through your abused throat and they came out in a whisper.

"She did so well, I'd say she's earned a reward." Dream said.

"I guess she's earned something." Sapnap agreed. "What though?"

"Why don't we ask her what she wants? That could be her reward, getting to choose how she gets fucked."

Punz twisted your hair into his fist, tugging you heard back until the tendons in your neck stretched at the angle he held you. Your mouth fell open. With his free hand, he slid his palm between your thighs. You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes.

He tugged on your hair again to get your attention, "Open your eyes. Look at me."

Slowly, your eyes opened as he pushed a couple of fingers deeper into you.

"Do you want me to fuck you again in front of Sapnap and Dream?"

"Yes," the word was more a moan than speech.

"How do you want it?"

"I want to ride you." You stuttered. You wanted to be in control, have a chance to show off. They'd be watching what you could do and it would be more exposing than anything they'd had you do for them yet.

"Oh, they want to be on display." Sapnap laughed, "It's so cute how they seem so shy all the time when they're really a total nympho. Makes this so much hotter."

"I like it, I want to see her." Dream agreed.

Punz kept roughly thrusting his fingers into you just to slowly drag them out and the inconsistent rhythm was maddening. You rotated your hips, grinding down onto his hand, but he pulled away. A whimper of protest left your lips but he ignored it.

Keeping your head in place by your hair still, he kissed you hard, immediately searching for your tongue. Keeping his lips against yours, he spoke. "Take off my pants."

Blindly, with your head still tilted up to face him, your fingers reached out, searching for his waistband. You tugged his pants all the way off his hips and freed him completed. He finally dropped his hold on your hair and your head fell forward, the muscles in your neck complaining, but you didn't have a chance to stretch them about because he lifted you by the waist so you straddled his lap. Your hands went to the back of his chair for balance while you sunk onto him. Punz sat back and let you take the lead.

"Those tits are incredible,"

You squeezed him tightly. A hand slipped between you to circle your clit as you fucked him with new desperation. The idea of those extra eyes on you had you burning hotter than you'd ever felt before. Punz dropped his head back against the chair with heavy eyes and you leaned forward to tug on his bottom lip with your teeth.

"That's so hot, I want a go," Sapnap strained to talk, "I bet she feels so good like that."

"So tight, feels fucking amazing," Punz ground out.

You loved the way they talked about you as if you weren't even there. Listening to them discuss your body, the way you were moving, the way you looked while you fucked yourself on his cock shamelessly for them. Every muscle in your body seemed to clench in response.

"I need to come, please can I come?" You rolled your head round to look directly at the camera with pleading eyes.

"Well," Sapnap dragged out the word, his cockiness coming out. Out of the three of them, he'd be the one to stop you for no good reason other than to ruin your fun. Regardless, you would stop for him. You'd do anything for them in that moment.

Dream hummed, "I can't say no to that face, and she asked so nicely."

"I guess."

"You can come, baby." Punz nodded.

You did, trembling and breaking apart all over him and he swore under his breath at the feeling of you tightening around him. An embarrassingly loud cry left you and you buried your face into his neck to hide your face while you rode it out.

Under you, Punz shuddered and his jaw clenched. His hands moved to your waist, holding you tightly down against him with his whole length buried deep while he came.

You leaned against him, catching your breath until you laughed at Sapnap prompting you. "What do you say?"

"Thank you for letting me come."

"Good girl."

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CC!DREAM: "yeah? does that feel good?"

cw: nsfw, choking, edging, name calling (love, baby), slut calling, thigh riding, mentions of dream‘s real name (clay)

pairing: dream x afab!reader

pronouns: they/them

authors note: this was supposed to be hcs for the dteam but i got carried away so here a little oneshot! <3 reblogs are highly appreciated :)

not proofread!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

dream has been streaming all day.

he was up at 12am, leaving you in bed before making himself breakfast, nothing big, just yogurt with cereals and a few apple pieces.

you woke up with an ache between your thighs and a pain in your chest. you‘ve been needy since yesterday evening, when he was too busy recording with george and a few others of his friends for his new manhunt video. though he promised you‘d cuddle, but he also said the same the previous days, so your hopes weren’t really high.

it was 6pm when you lay on the couch, watching netflix to distract yourself, before finally deciding that clay has had enough screen-time. you got up and walked to his room, hearing his faint laughing (probably about something stupid sapnap had said).

his eyes snapped over to you the moment he heard the door open, his lips curling into a smile. he turned to his screen again.

"guys, y/n's here. I promised them to cuddle after stream so I’ll have to go now," he said and you walked up to him, clay‘s hand sneaking around your waist, drawing loose circles, heart blooming in your chest.

"ohhh, you‘re gonna cuddle with your partner," sapnap teased and george let out a laugh.

"yes, cuddle. now, goodbye." he grinned to himself as he heard their complaints before leaving the vc.

he looked up at you with so much love in his eyes, your hand sneaking around his neck while the other one tucked loose strands of hair away from his forehead.

"hey," he whispered and leaned into the hand that cupped his cheek.

"hey." your eyes met his and a smile crept onto your lips. he leaned up to catch them in a kiss, but you leaned back and he furrowed his brows, pouting jokingly. you snickered, before pulling him into a kiss. clay smiled against your lips.

eventually, you leaned into it more, deepening the kiss. you craved the closeness, his touch, his soft lips against yours. but clay didn’t seem to get the hint, so you decided to brush your tongue against his lips. that motivated him to bring his hand up to your cheek, pulling you closer, before opening his mouth to allow your tongue in. standing on your knees got harder with every move he made and soon you let yourself lower onto his lap.

you needed air.

though it wasn’t easy, you eventually pulled away, sucking in a deep breath before attaching your lips to his jaw, moving to his neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses everywhere. clay'a mouth left a gasp when you found that sweet spot that always managed to get just the right reaction from him. he leaned his head so you had more access to the sensitive skin on his neck, small gasps leaving his mouth. you smirked against his skin, nibbling on his collarbone.

eventually, his thigh under you moved. you hadn’t even noticed you had shifted onto it, but when it pressed against your clothed cunt you sucked in a sharp breath and stopped in your tracks for a second. of course clay took notice of it, and decided to take the matter into his hands now.

"yeah?" he hummed, buckling his thigh up again. you bit your lip to prevent the whimper that was about to escape your mouth, leaning into his neck. "does that feel good?" he did it again and you clasped his shoulders, a whimper escaping your lips.

clay chuckled. he got exactly the reaction he wanted from you, his lips curling into a smirk. cocky bastard.

"such a slut," he mumbled, and at this point you where just riding his thigh. "just for me." he grasped your waist to guide your loose movements, the room filling with your soft moans when he bent his thigh just right, brushing roughly against your clit.

"whose slut are you, love?" his voice was ten octaves lower than it was moments before. your ragged breathing and small whimpers turned into a moan and you had to pull yourself back to reality to answer, your brain too clouded with how good his thigh feels.

"yours," you nodded along with your words, and a little too desperate moan left your lips when his thigh met your clit again. "only yours."

you gasped when he grabbed your neck roughly, slightly squeezing it, pulling your lips towards his.

"damn right," he said and attached his lips to yours, though his movements didn’t stop, they only became more rapid, chasing your high like a wild animal. his lips caught your muffled moans and he pushed his tongue in. clay picked up his speed, if that was still possible and you had to pull away to catch your breath. a sobbed moan left your mouth and you felt heat pooling deep in your core.

"clay, i‘m going to come," you managed to get out, even though your voice was pathetic and you knew it, but you didn’t care. all you wanted was to reach your sweet high.

"come on my thigh, baby." clay picked up his speed even more, buckling his thigh just right, brushing against your clit a few times, and that was all it took for you to let go and your climax to finally wash over you.

"good girl," clay cooed and caressed your cheek while riding out your high. "you did so good, love." he slowly turned down his movements, kissing your jaw. a small whimper left your mouth.

"can we cuddle now?"