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[angy-mouse]

A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

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Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”

[angy-mouse]

Obsession Part 2

I'm gonna be real, I'm not thrilled with either of these, but theyre very feel goody to write

part 1

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dream let out a noise that can only be described as ‘God, strike me now’. “Just when I thought the crappy punch was the most disgusting thing here,” he snapped, throwing back the last of his beer in hopes of dulling his growing headache. 

George scoffed, downing a swig of his own drink and leaning back against the wall- entirely too close to Dream for his own liking, but he didn’t have much choice. Dream was here for the same reason he was: this was the best spot to watch you dance with your little dorm friends. “Insults? What are we, in middle school? You’re pathetic.”

“... You look good.”

George chuckled at the unspoken question. “Yeah, razor blades in the soap bar is such an amateur move, I almost felt bad for you.” Dream simply clicked his tongue. “Speaking of, I saw your car out front.”

“Neighbor asked how I found such a dedicated mechanic. You really couldn’t get in, cut my brakes, and get out without being seen? Sounds like you’re the amateur.”

“Are you kidding me? I scaled that fence in under ten seconds, easy. In and out in a minute, only thing I didn’t account for was you living next to a damn Karen.”

Dream peeled his eyes off you for the first time that night to raise an eyebrow. “How’d you get in the garage, anyway?”

George let out a snicker as he swirled his drink around in its plastic cup. “Oh, yeah, I had to break open the back window. Might wanna get that fixed, the frame cracked easier than an egg.” 

“You’re such a cocky little bastard. You really think my baby would like such a creep?”

“My darling told me herself how much she likes my ingenuity. What she’d never like is some meathead-”

“Oh, I’m a meathead, am I? Funny, ‘cause she was just telling me she loves my emotional intelligence.”

“Please, you wrote her a few frilly poems- that’s practically nothing compared to how much I’ve helped her with coursework.”

“You just can’t take a hint, can you? I feel bad for you, so I’ll tell you straight: she’s using you. She’d be stupid not to take advantage-”

George’s blade dug into Dream’s side, hidden from the horde of drunks by his sleeve. “Don’t you dare insult her!”

“-of a smarmy, pathetic-”

“Hey, knock it off!”

They both snapped to attention at your beautiful voice, filled with far more resentment than you’d ever used with them. There you were, as gorgeous as ever in your favorite dress, pushing away some drunk, insignificant, unworthy frat boy who dared to touch your perfect body.

“He’s mine,” Dream growled out without a second thought, seeing red as you (always too sweet, too kind) tried to push the insect away gently, only to have him push up against you again. He was already fantasizing about how satisfying it would be to feel the crack of bones under his hand, and how with each fracture he’d reiterate don’t touch what’s mine.

“I’ve got her.” George couldn’t believe how he could let this happen. He should have clocked the drunk as soon as he was within arm’s reach of you. He wanted to blame Dream for distracting him, maybe cut him up a bit to relieve some tension, but that was the easy way out. He should have been watching you, protecting you. This couldn’t happen again.

He came up behind you and wrapped long fingers around your wrist, spinning you to face him. “Hey, luv,” he chirped, covering up the choking sound as Dream wrapped his arm around the bastard’s neck and hauled him away the second your back was turned. 

“Georgie!” He nearly moaned as you wrapped your arms around him, stumbling in your heels and pressing against him for stability. “I didn’t know you were- oh, Georgie, this is-” You visibly blanked when you turned around and the man wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?”

“I think you’ve been drinking too much, darling,” George hummed into your ear, one hand on your waist to keep you steady and against him as the other plucked your cup out of your hand. He took a small, testing sip and felt his blood boil. “That cunt spiked it? He’s gonna fucking wish we turned him in to the cops.”

“Hey,” you slurred with a giggle, hands pressed against his chest giving a tug on his shirt. “That’s mine, silly. I- can I-” You whined when the words wouldn’t come out, crashing your forehead down on his collarbone, snuggling into his neck. God, you were close. Your breath washed over his neck as you sighed, blood rushing through his veins practically under your lips. What he wouldn’t do-

No. He’d gotten distracted once tonight, it wouldn’t happen again.

“Oops,” he mumbled out dryly as he let the plastic cup fall to the floor, giving it a kick to make sure everything spilled out and started soaking into the carpet. He was confident absolutely no one would notice the stain among the others. “Why don’t we get you back to your dorm, and you can have a drink there, okay?” That drink was going to be a bottle of water he personally checked over for tampering, but you didn’t need to know that.

“But I love this song,” you hummed, jerking away from him so suddenly he had to tighten his grip to keep you upright. “Ooh, dance with me, Georgie!”

You moved like sin in that tight dress, but he steeled his nerves and guided you towards the front door. “Let’s dance outside, luv. Come on, this way.” You caught sight of the punch bowl and started changing direction. “No- okay, new plan,” George huffed. He grabbed your hand and twirled you, making you cheer, and promptly threw you over his shoulder.

“Whoooa! I’m so high up, Georgie! You’re so tall!”

“Sure am, darling.” He tried his absolute damnedest to keep his hands respectful. You were going to be sober when he touched you intimately for the first time- sober and begging for it. But your skirt was scooching up with every step, and the only way to stop it was a hand just barely under your ass. He thought if you were having a similar issue with the top and decided he might have to kill everyone there just to make sure they didn’t see you like that and live. Probably only a couple of hundred people in the house who would have to die. He could live with those numbers. Except Dream’s nostrils flared when he saw George carrying you, so he thought he might not live to get the job done. “Drink was salty,” he relayed, and just like that Dream’s anger was put back on the bastard they let get to you.

“Put her down-”

“Dreamy?” You tried to twist around, and it made it harder for George to hold you, so he complied, biting his tongue as you ran into Dream’s chest. “Hi, Dreamy! Georgie and I are gonna dance- dance with us!”

“Oh no, baby, we’re gonna get you home,” he purred, rubbing your back with one hand and yanking your skirt down with the other. “Come on, you can sit up front-”

“Is that safe?”

“Did you fix it since I got at it?”

“I just replaced the brakes yesterday.”

“Did you fuck with anything else?”

George sighed in relief. “Alright. You heard him, luv, go on.”

They watched you falter at his words, spinning around. “You’re coming, too… right?” They looked at each other, wondering how much longer they could be within arms reach without killing each other. “Come on, Georgie-” You gasped, falling against Dream and smacking his chest. “We can have a sleepover! Slumber party! Oh, please, Dreamy, please!”

“How could I say no to you, sweetheart?” “Especially when you say my name so pretty, begging for me so nice.” “Just climb in, baby, we’re gonna have a nice slumber party.”

You fell asleep less than halfway home. Barely stirred as Dream carried you in and George took off your shoes to put you in bed.

“What the fuck are you doing,” George hissed, breath catching in his throat as you groaned in your sleep, but unable to let Dream get away scot-free.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.” Your dorm key was easy to find, one of three things in the tiny purse you took partying, and Dream kept a quick mold kit in his glove box just in case. “Besides, we both know you’re gonna lift this off me, then I’ll strangle you to get it back, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word for you.” Dream replaced your key and slipped the kit into his back pocket to free up his hands to offer George a double middle-finger salute. “Charming. If you’re done…” He motioned to the door, making sure it was locked behind them. They walked in silence back to Dream’s car, but George broke the peace as he leaned back against the hood. “So what happened to the prick?”

Dream let out a deep sigh, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Couldn’t kill him,” he mourned. “Too many people saw us leave together.”

“He spiked lovely’s drink.” His voice was thick in disgust as he started flicking his knife open and closed- he needed to make something bleed.  

“Broke his nose,” Dream mused like he hadn’t heard. His voice was quiet as he thought back, trying to recall all the cracks he heard. “Dislocated shoulder- left. The arm he kept putting around her. Broke a few toes when I stomped on his foot…” He pulled a student I.D. card out of his front pocket. “And swiped this and a few hundred bucks.”  He let George snatch it, blade glinting in the streetlamp as he started flicking it faster, practicing basic tricks- warming up. Dream watched the blade move with practiced precision, rolling over George’s wrist without the slightest mark left behind. 

“... I’ll share him for a copy of baby’s schedule.”

[angy-mouse]

Chapter 6: One Boytoy, Two Boytoy

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“Your Majesty, I- what the fuck are you doing?”

You blinked in surprise at Sean’s sudden appearance, smiling as if you weren’t wrestling Rosanna for a whisk to lick clean of frosting. “Nothing,” you chirped, still trying to reach around her as she tried to knock you away with devastating hip checks.

“... Never mind, we don’t have time. U.N.E. Here. Now.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, dashing out the door (but not without dipping a spoon into the frosting first). “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, they aren’t supposed to be here for another hour!” You jammed the spoon into your mouth as you speed walked, Sean’s long legs easily keeping pace.

“You know those three- I’m sure Bad will apologize profusely for being late because he wanted to be three hours early.”

You grunted around your spoon. “It was great when I was a child and he’d let me ride on his shoulders for hours- now I know how my father must have felt. I still have to double-check the seating, discuss the itinerary with the musicians-”

“I’ll take care of the musicians,” he offered, undoing the knot of your apron as you walked. “Gentle playing during the signing, fast-paced directly after to celebrate, then soft during the meal, right?”

“Yes, but the seating-”

Sean pulled you to a stop in front of the door, plucking the spoon from your mouth and the apron from around your neck, making sure your gown was still pristine. “There’s plenty of time to finalize that, just focus on your guests for now so the contracts actually get signed.”

“Right as always,” you chuckled, feeling him lift a huge weight off your shoulders as you exchanged a hearty high-five.

“Wapush! Go get ‘em, lass- Your Majesty!”

“Your Irish almost came out there,” you teased as he walked off, flipping you off behind his back. You straightened out your gown one more time before nodding to the maid waiting for you. You walked in as casually as possible as she announced you. “Terribly sorry for the wait, I’m sure you understand how busy-” Suddenly the chandelier was grazing the top of your head.

“My precious little muffin! Look at you, all grown up! Oh, when did that happen, huh? I remember when you were just ankle high with your cute little pigtails-”

“Nice to see you, too, Bad,” you wheezed as he swung you around, legs dangling and lungs constricted under his tight grip.

“Uh, she has to breathe, you know.”

“Oh!” He hastily set you on your feet, holding your hands gently in his much larger ones to make sure you were steady as you tried to catch your breath as subtly as possible to not upset him- you were sure he’d never forgive himself if he thought he hurt you. “I’m sorry, dear, are you alright?”

“You practically strangled her in her first year on the throne-”

“I’m fine,” you assured, casting Skeppy a joking glare as you squeezed Bad’s hands in yours. “You shouldn’t antagonize him so much, you know how he worries.”

“Oh, you and Skeppy are so mean,” Bad huffed, but quickly got over it as he seemed to realize something. He let go of you and stepped aside to join his husband, revealing Prince Sapnap in all his socially awkward glory. In many ways he was exactly as you remembered- the unruly hair and the warm eyes that felt like a cozy evening by the fire when you looked into them- but, much as it pained you to admit it, he was clearly a much different boy- a different man than you’d last seen.

“Your Highness,” you greeted cordially, holding your hand out to be kissed.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted back, one hand coming from behind his back to hold yours as he pressed his lips firmly to the back before straightening up again, but he didn’t let you go. His hand was as warm as a bonfire, but it was a comforting heat, and you found it somehow complimented his slightly calloused fingers that clung to yours.

A wide grin broke through your facade of formality, gripping his hand and using it to pull him into your arms. It felt like hugging a wall, practically smothering your cheek between his pecs just to get your arms around him. “It’s been forever,” you laughed, faltering when your arm hit something hard and bulky behind his back. “Hmm? What’s that?”

“O-Oh, uh, well, I wasn’t sure what to bring for your gift-”

Ah, yes, the gift. It was custom for the concubine’s father to present the Emperor with a gift for taking in his daughter- typically land or horses or some other flaunt of wealth. But you had no interest in that sort of thing, you wrote when you sent out the acceptance letters. You asked for a gift from the men you were welcoming into your home for the foreseeable future- something with more meaning behind it.

“-I know you always wanted a pet, so I just thought… Well, anyway, uh, here,” he trailed off, face turning red as he took a step back, holding the carrier between you. “He’s from last season’s clutch, so he’s already got some basic training, but he’s still young, so you can name him and teach him new things and-”

You felt your heart flutter as a little flat head poked out of one of the holes in the carrier, forked tongue poking out as you studied each other. “Oh, Sapnap, he’s precious,” you cooed, rubbing the top of his head with your finger and watching him preen. “I can’t believe you remembered! He’s just the prettiest color, too,”

His nerves visibly lightened on his face, mouth curling into a smile as he watched you play with the baby dragon. “Of course I remembered, you only asked for one every birthday and Solstice.”

“You’re just too sweet,” you decided, cupping his cheek and leaning on your toes to kiss the other. You giggled as his face started burning red again, and he held the carrier up higher to block your view. 

“Well- uh- ahem- maybe I could help you take care of him sometime- since I’m going to be, uh, staying here-”

“Ahem,” you heard, making you jump before glancing over Sapnap’s shoulder to find your head of security at the door. “Announcing the arrival of King Taken and Prince Dream of Selgia,” Mark bellowed before stepping aside to let them in.

Sapnap whipped back around to face you, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “You accepted Dream?”

“Of course I did,” you muttered back, “I’ve planned for at least four years of reign before starting a war.” You politely excused yourself, Bad happily waving you off to take your place talking to his son as you approached the Selgia royals.

“It’s His Majesty Taken and His Highness Dream- do get it right next time, young man, or I’ll see to it your job goes to someone who knows respect-”

“King Taken,” you greeted, feeling your genuine smile from reuniting with your old friends fade away into a political one. “I do hope you aren’t trying to intimidate my staff. Mr. Iplier has dealt with far more frightening threats than any of us can imagine, and without a scratch to be seen. I wouldn’t dream of replacing him.” Mark smiled with his chest puffed in pride as the foreign king tried to regain his composure.

“Of course, Emperor, I merely- well, I only meant-”

“Do forgive my father,” Prince Dream interrupted, stepping forward and taking one of your hands in both of his. “I’m afraid being away from home always puts him in a sour mood. But if I may say, Your Majesty, your photos simply don’t do you justice- you are absolutely breathtaking.”

You hated him. His eyes were cold, his smile so clearly painted on, and every word out of his mouth was a politically smart lie. If Sapnap was a warm evening by the fire, Dream was a cold knife inches from your throat. 

“And you, charming,” you accepted as he laid a kiss on the back of your hand- you didn’t need to like him, you just needed to prevent another war. “I’m glad you both were able to come. It will be good to show the people that there is no ill will between us.”

“Speaking of,” Dream hummed, showing off a velvet black jewelry box. “For you, Your Majesty, as thanks for welcoming me into your home.” He opened it, presenting you with a pretty pale pink heart-shaped stone in a gold ivy setting on a matching chain. “An alma stone pendant, enchanted by our royal sorceress for luck and prosperity.”

It was a gorgeous stone and a beautiful necklace. It was a kind gesture. It was pathetically perfunctory. You supposed you should expect nothing more from someone you’ve never met, let alone someone who would have benefitted from your death mere months ago, but after Sapnap’s thoughtful gift… No, you criticized yourself, this whole thing was strictly business, and you wouldn’t allow yourself to forget that a second time.

“How lovely,” you mused politely. “Would you put it on for me?” With the chaos of arranging this event, you could use a little luck.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty.”

With your hair put up neatly, you simply folded your hands, letting him circle around you to clasp the chain around your throat. Everything about Dream unnerved you, from his perfect posture to the practically clinical way he put the necklace on you. He was the handsome, obedient, smart, and charming son every ruler hoped for. The only problem was that son didn’t exist. Whether it was a sour personality, a penchant for women, or an addiction of some kind, Dream was lying about his true personality to please either you or his parents- and you despised liars.

“Thank you,” you said anyway as the cold metal settled around your throat.

“Of course,” he purred. His hands rested on your shoulders as he leaned down, breath fanning over your ear. His touch was as cold and unyielding as the stone on your clavicle. "Perhaps this evening-"

"Dame Minx of the Royal Guard!"

You looked past King Taken, red-faced as he prepared another tangent against the security officer, no doubt, and watched Minx glare at the shorter man.

"With all the screaming you do, I pity your girlfriend," she muttered disdainfully. You hid a snicker as he responded by lifting his small horn and giving a short toot right in her ear. She recovered quickly, though- she was always amazing at keeping a facade of professionalism. "Majesty, you're being asked for in the dining hall." 

"I'm sure it's nothing someone else can't take care of," the king interrupted sharply- you sure weren't looking forward to visiting Selgia any time soon if this is how he acted as a guest. "Can't you see Her Majesty is busy? Why, if-"

"It's quite alright," you rushed to soothe him. You offered both Selgia men your hands, which they accepted, tucking them into the crooks of their elbows as they let you guide them to join the others at the other end of the hall. "I prefer to do the final check on everything myself, so I told them to send for me." It was only partially a lie, but you were sure Minx had a good reason for fetching you- especially after she oh so cruelly abandoned you this morning to prepare with the rest of the guard. "Mark, will you call someone-"

"Right here, Your Majesty."

You jumped at the sudden appearance of the maid just a few feet away, trying to recover as Dream's chuckling made you realize you'd clung to him in shock. "Ah- yes, thank you, Lizzy," you managed as you released both men, turning to address all five foreign nobles. "Lizzy will take you to the study so you can relax after your long trip and prepare for the feast. Lizzy, please get them a contract copy to look over. After, please take…" you frowned as you blanked on a name. "I'll name him later, but please take that little cutie from Sapnap and bring him to my chambers."

"Please don't call a dragon 'cutie,'” Sapnap joked, barely above a mutter as he no doubt pushed through his social anxiety to try and be funny. "You'll emasculate him."

You let a grin stretch on your lips. "I'm going to name him something ridiculously cute like Mr. Sniffles, and you can't stop me." 

"How dastardly," 

You allowed yourself a short giggle as he let Lizzy take the carrier before painting back on your air of pleasant formality. "Well then, I look forward to seeing you all this evening," you dismissed, taking Minx's offered arm and letting her lead you into the hall. “So, what’s going wrong this time?”

“What if I told you I pulled you away just because I missed you?”

“You shouldn’t lie to your emperor, it’s unbecoming.”

“You wound me.” She sighed when you continued staring at her, waiting for an answer. “Captain scolded me for trying to help secure the perimeter instead of returning to you… and I really didn’t want to listen to old men and sleazy princes try to woo you.”

“Ooh, jealous much?”

“Don’t even.”

You laughed at that, letting go of her arm to get a few steps in front of her, turning around to face her as you walked backwards. “Awww, you know you’ll always be my favorite, Minx!”

“I hope you trip.”

“If I did, you would catch me because you looove me!”

“I don’t,”

“You do!”

“Lies and slander,”

You laughed again, a grin stretching across your lips as your mind raced to think of something to continue the banter, but it went away as you bumped into something. Your breath hitched as you started to fall, cursing your extremely fashionable but equally unstable shoes as you plummeted to the ground. What a tragic way to go, you mused.

“You’re such a klutz,” Minx huffed, snapping one arm around your waist as the other snatched the gaudy vase before it hit the ground.

“I knew you loved me,” you swooned, grinning as she pulled you into her chest. “You loooove me!”

“I should have let you drop,” she huffed. She let you cuddle into her chest piece as she put the vase back on its pedestal. “Should have let that drop, too, gods, that thing’s ugly.”

“Hideous,” you agreed. “But my mother loved it and daddy could never say no to her.”

“You got that from her at least.” You looked up at her with a hum, eyes fluttering shut to receive the soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re impossible to say no to.”

You laughed, bumping your nose to hers. “It’s because I’m so cute, isn’t it?”

“You’re pushing it, kid.”

[angy-mouse]

Baby's Day

In the first set of rules your little relationship discussed was a very important one. In a relationship with three dominant-leaning men, at least once a month, for a whole day they all did whatever you wanted.

“I got your milkshake, darling!”

You beamed up at George, pulling him in for a sweet thank you kiss as he sat next to you- he couldn’t expect his precious little dear to hold that big glass, he’d hold it for you to sip while you watched your show. He gazed at you so adoringly as you took a long sip of the creamy drink- your cute little noises of delight made his aching balls worth it. It took quite a bit of work to get the amount of ‘milk’ the recipe called for but he wasn’t about to deny their baby on your special day.

Sapnap whimpered as your attention returned to your show and you resumed your lazy bouncing on his lap. George resisted the urge to laugh at the poor soul- if he wasn’t careful he’d upset you and his punishment might be taking the texan’s place. When you said you wanted to sit on someone’s lap and cockwarm them while you watched TV, Dream had been the one to eagerly volunteer. He loved cockwarming with you while he edited so this would be no different, right?

To his surprise you knelt on either side of his thighs instead of sitting on his lap the way you usually did. You rocked, gently bounced, and ground against him- you were so thrilled, you could finally binge your show without getting distracted by your anxious energy! You were sending Dream into orgasm after orgasm, but he assured you he could handle it. As long as his lovely doll wanted to bounce on his cock and get filled with his cum that’s what would happen.

Of course, that was during episode one. Around episode five Sapnap walked in and burst out laughing. “Aw, can someone not handle our little darlin’? Come on, Dream, you’re supposed to fuck our baby dumb, it looks like you’re the one fucked stupid!”

Dream didn’t respond- he didn’t think he physically could. He’d been coming dry for two episodes, your tight walls stealing his cum faster than his body could make it for you. He’d have to work on that, he decided later. After all you were sweet enough to let them train your body to practically come on command, the least he could do is the same.

You pouted up at Sapnap in Dream’s stead, eyes narrowed at him. “You shouldn’t make fun of your friend when you do the same thing, Sap!”

“Wha- now, come on, sugar-”

You snapped your fingers at him and pointed at the couch cushion. “Sit.” He obeyed without a thought (you made a note of that. You’d look into buying him a collar and leash- he’d make such a pretty puppy) and you stood up off Dream’s lap. Poor Dream let out a whimper- something rarely pulled from him- as you moved off his red, throbbing, spent cock. The cool air stung the sensitive skin but he didn’t even have enough sense left in him to complain or find his sweatpants. Both boys were left hypnotized as they watched Dream’s cum slowly dribble out of you as you crawled onto Sapnap’s lap. He realized what was happening and eagerly shoved his pants down, giving his cock a few swift pumps before you sank down onto him. He’d show Dream how a real man took care of their baby, he decided.

Look at him now, George mused. You didn’t want to bother fast-forwarding through the intro, recap, and credits for each episode, so instead you focused on bouncing and grinding while they played, giggling evilly at every desperate noise that escaped Sapnap’s throat. “Fuck- please, baby- aaah, I’m fucking empty, sugar!”

You huffed, bringing his hands up and guiding him to rub your nipples over your sleepshirt that you’d never changed out of. “Don’t be a baby, Sap. What happened to fucking me dumb, huh? Dream never complained the whole time he was in me, are you admitting he’s better than you? And look at Georgie, see that big glass he filled just so I could have a treat? You really can’t handle a little riding?”

George grinned smugly as Sapnap whined, stomping his foot and throwing his head back as he tried to contain himself. “Come on, Sap,” George cooed. “If you’re not going to call a color then you can’t complain: it’s baby’s day, so our darling gets whatever our darling wants.”

[angy-mouse]

i need you to continue that getting comfy fic with all of them whenever you can for me pretty girl

-mommy🍓

yes mommy, anything for you mommy, is 1600 words enough mommy? ...I love you but I didn't need to develop another kink >.> then again I got daddy and stepcest so really why not collect the whole set /j

Also thank dreamxd I always que shit instead of immedietly posting bc I almost forgot @gnfof asked me to tag them in this series so... ELLE COME GETCHO FOOD (ps im sorry George's part is short but being the live in whore for minecraft streamers: fine. George waking up in the morning: unrealistic)

You felt yourself slowly pulling out of unconsciousness, a groan at being disturbed turning into a gasp as something dragged against your folds. You slowly began to make sense of your surroundings, blinking away the sleep in your eyes. You realized those breathy moans in your ear belonged to Sapnap as he humped you, working his cock between your thighs. “Mmm, Sap?”

He let out a gasp at your voice, hips stuttering against you before resuming harder and faster. “‘M sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to wake you. Jus- nnng- just wanted to feel you.”

You whimpered as he dragged through your folds, nothing but the thin fabric of your underwear between him and your clit as he grinded against you. “I told you you could use me while I’m asleep,” you reminded him breathlessly.

“I know,” he mumbled shyly, a strange emotion to hear as he fucked your thighs. “But I didn’t want to wake you. I just needed a little something to take the edge off, I promise I’ll be done soon, baby.” You gave a slight mumble of something unintelligible and nodded, enjoying the soft pleasure as he continued to grind against your clothed pussy.

“Wan’ it inside,” you mumbled into your pillow, smiling with contained laughter as his hips stuttered- as if he didn’t fill you up with his cum at least once a day. “You know the rules, Sap, no wasting cum.”

He let out a shaky breath, nodding against your neck. “Alright, darlin’, alright.” He obediently pulled your panties to the side, groaning as he made contact with your bare folds. He continued to thrust against you rather than inside, making you let out a breathless moan as you felt the friction directly on your clit. He laid sloppy kisses all over your neck as he worked you up, and just when you thought he was going to make you come he slipped the head of his cock inside you, moaning against your neck as he painted your walls white with his seed. You whimpered as he moaned, plunging his cock into you just twice to push his cum farther inside before he pulled out. “Fuck, darlin’,” he sighed, settling back into his pillow just in time to hear a knock on his door. “Fuck off!”

“I’m not here for you, bitch,” Dream declared, opening the door anyway and making grabby hands for you. “Come here, sweet thing, let’s take a shower together,” he cooed, scooping you into his arms once you gave him a nod of permission.

“Stealing my girl,” Sapnap mumbled out in false disappointment. “Jokes on you I already came in ‘er.”

Dream hurried to tilt your hips up, catching the drop that threatened to drip onto the carpet and pushing it back inside you. “Fuck you,” he scoffed, carrying you off to the bathroom. “I already got you some clothes, baby,” he muttered to you, stepping under the shower head and letting the warm water wash down on you. “Such a spoiled little thing,” he cooed. “Getting to come first thing in the morning.”

“Didn’t come,” you mumbled into his neck. You heard him let out a noise that screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’ and weakly tapped your fist to his chest. “Not his fault- we were tired. You know how desperate Sap gets in the mornings.”

He let out a grumble of acceptance at your excuse, adjusting you to be upright. “Still, you know the rules, baby, our sweet girl comes just as much as we do unless you’re being punished. Come on, up,” he chirped, pressing your back against the cool tile and lifting you up until he could pull your legs over his shoulders. “There we go,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around your clit and plunging two fingers into you. He hummed in annoyance as the taste of Sapnap’s precum tainted his tongue, but licked away anyways- hopefully he’d pass that flavor soon and get to the tasty center that is your clit. He muffled a wheeze as his brain provided the thought, ‘how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?’ and turned his head to bite down on your thigh to hold back his laughter.

Luckily it worked and as his fingers explored your insides (secretly trying to scoop out some of Sapnap’s cum to send it down the drain) you started approaching your orgasm once again. “There we go, baby, go over that edge for me,” he mumbled, taking your clit back into his mouth for a few harsh sucks. You moaned and used the hand threaded through his wet hair to hold him close as you came, feeling his fingers fuck you through it. “Good girl,” he purred as you came down from your high, pulling his fingers out to lower you down his body until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “I think you can handle one more, can’t you, baby?” At your nod he gave you a sweet kiss as he sheathed his cock into you, starting a lazy rhythm that fit the morning perfectly.

“My baby always takes me so well, don’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” He giggled as you only had the sense to moan and nod in agreement. “Such a good girl for me,” he purred, whispering more praising words into your ear as you lazily chased your orgasms with each other.

When he reached down to thumb your clit you whimpered against his neck. “Dream, ‘m close…”

“I am, too,” he promised breathlessly. “You think you can come for me, baby? Come around my cock so I can fill you up, alright?” You nodded against him, getting a murmur of ‘good girl’ as you rocked your hips against him. You let out a whiney moan as you reached your peak once again, feeling him tumble down it behind you as his hips stuttered and pushed in as far as he could to properly fill you with his cum. You enjoyed his embrace for another minute as you both waited for your breathing to settle down before Dream tapped your hip and slowly placed you back on your feet. “I gotcha, baby,” he cooed as your legs wobbled, keeping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your shampoo. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

You loved showers with Dream. As the most bdsm-knowledgeable of your group (well, maybe George had him beat but his knowledge came from experiences: Dream’s came from research) he prided himself on his aftercare almost more than his ability to wreck you in the first place. You loved being able to just rest against him as he dutifully scrubbed you clean, knowing he needed to do this to not have a drop. That was terrible, the one time you’d refused aftercare from him and he dropped so hard. The three of you spent almost an hour consoling him, reassuring him that you were fine and you only didn’t want the cream because you knew it would sting on your ropeburns. He ended up falling asleep completely wrapped around you, trying to shield you- if he couldn’t fix it, he decided he’d protect you from any more. At least, that’s what you’d figured his subconscious had decided.

You felt like you’d woken up all over again as Dream opened the shower curtain and you were attacked by the frigid air. “Aw, I know, baby, I know,” he giggled unsympathetically as he dried you both off. “Come on, put this on and warm up,” he told you, helping you into one of his shirts and a pair of panties. You patiently sat on the sink counter as he threw on boxers and a pair of sweats, giggling as he dramatically scooped you into his arms and carried you out.

“Mmm, I smell crepes,” you hummed as your trusty steed carried you into the kitchen/dining area.

“They’re pancakes,” George insisted from the stove, not even looking up from his work.

Dream scoffed. “Shut the fuck up, George, they’re crepes and you know it!”

“Just because they don’t look the same as American pancakes-”

“Can we not have this argument again this early in the morning,” Sapnap grumbled as he stumbled in still half-asleep. He must have gone back to bed while you and Dream showered, you figured. You puckered your lips at him and he seemed to come out of his zombie-like state at least a little bit, smiling and giving you your morning kiss. “Morning again, darlin’,” he giggled, stumbling to take his seat at the table.

Dream huffed. “Whatever. George, you want her for breakfast or should I hand her back to Sapnap?”

George eagerly finished plating the stack of totally-legit-pancakes and set them on the table that was already set with silverware, plates, and toppings, taking his seat and making grabby hands for you. “Yes, give me my girl,” he cheered, giggling as you also made grabby hands for him. Dream set you on the brit’s lap facing the table, taking his own seat as George got you situated. “Come on down, luv,” he chirped as you felt his tip find your entrance. You sank down until you were seated fully on his lap, both of you practically purring as he filled you up. “There’s my good little cockwarmer. Did the boys make sure you were filled while I slept in,” he hummed, one arm around your waist as the other served you both.

You eagerly nodded, leaning back to give his cheek a bunny kiss. “They did, Georgie, they filled me so well. And we’re tied.”

He hummed in approval at the knowledge that they hadn’t let your orgasms fall behind their own. “Good,” he muttered, scooping up some whipped cream on his finger and slipping it past your lips, grinning as you sucked the digit clean. “We can’t have our precious little whore feeling neglected, can we?”

[angy-mouse]

I’m now so curious about what will happen if reader doesn’t cum the same amount of times as everyone else. Like at the end of the day it hits them reader has barely came would they woke them to that number?

Basically, yeah! It's not really explained in this (bc I couldn't make it work- why explain something to each other that they all know and have discussed before establishing their relationship) but if they realize the 'score' is in their favor, meaning they've come more than reader, it's their duty to bring reader up to at least a tie before they go to sleep. And if they don't realize it before then each one of them who let their score be higher than yours have to catch you up, plus one penalty orgasm, before they can come or fuck you.

“Where are they,” George muttered to himself as he and Sapnap finished putting away the groceries from their late-night convienence store run. Usually whoever stayed home from the shopping trip would make sure to help unload the bags but you and Dream were nowhere to be found.

“I think Dream was gonna edit that new video,” Sapnap hummed, the two of them setting out for Dream’s office. They peeked in the open door, smiling at the sight of Dream working away with you peacefully sleeping on his lap, slumped against his chest with your face tucked into his neck. It would’ve been a picture-perfect instagram post if Dream wasn’t clearly balls deep in your cunt.

Dream saw them and slid his headphones off, pressing a finger to his lips and rubbing your back. “Baby’s sleeping,” he whispered.

“I see that,” George cooed, brushing back a piece of your hair so he could easier admire your sleeping face. “She kept you warm while you worked, huh?”

Dream gave an affirmative hum, saving the file and shutting everything down. “She let me edge her, then fuck her when I got frustrated. It was really nice- I don’t think I’ll ever be able to edit without her,” he chuckled.

“What’s the score,” Sapnap asked, awe-ing when you made a noise in your sleep.

“I’m two ahead, I edged the poor thing quite a bit,”

“Four ahead.” They both turned to George in confusion. “I was two ahead before we left. I thought you’d catch her up, usually you’re all about overstim, not understim,” he weakly excused.

“...fuck, five ahead,” Sapnap admitted with a groan, pulling his hand down his face. “I got ahead of her when we took our shower.” The three stared at each other, somewhat unbelieving that they’d let you get so far behind- they prided themselves on making sure you ended the day ahead, or, ‘winning’ as they called it. They looked at the time. 12:45. “...if we wake her up she’ll kill us,”

“I know,” Dream groaned, letting his head fall back. “...deal with it in the morning?”

“Morning,” George agreed.

It wasn’t rare for you to wake up to your own orgasm, not in this house, but it was rare to not be able to move any of your limbs. You moaned, prying your eyes open enough to see a head of soft brown hair buried between your thighs. “Well good morning, sugar,” Sapnap purred in your ear, giving your hand a squeeze. As you slowly came-to you realized you were pinned snugly between Sapnap and Dream, both with their fingers interlaced with yours and your knee caught in the crook of their elbows, holding your legs up and open for George. You let out a gasping moan, eyes fluttering shut as you struggled to keep them open. “Oh, the poor thing’s still tired!”

“We’re sorry to wake you, doll,” Dream cooed, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “I’m afraid we got a bit ahead of you yesterday, so we thought we should take care of that.” You couldn’t even respond as you came on George’s tongue again, muscles spasming but going nowhere as Dream and Sapnap held you in place. George pulled away from your folds with an obscene noise, wiping your slick on his face off on your inner thigh only to lap it up to make sure he didn’t waste a drop. Dream’s hand came down and threaded through his pretty brown locks, pushing him back to your core. “Don’t forget the penalty, Gogy, you’ve got one more to give her.”

George let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl at being commanded but dutifully set to work again, gently suckling at your clit and sending you over the edge again quite easily since it was so close to your last orgasm. Dream let him up with a coo of ‘good boy’ as George kissed his way up to your lips.

“Good morning, luv,” he mumbled against you with a grin before making room for Sapnap to take his place.

“Move it, Gogy, I got two to give her, then Dream’s got three- I wanna get my dick wet before lunch.”

[angy-mouse]

think you can make “the club” pt2?? maybe yn and george have been talking more and doing stuff alone, sapnap and dream find out, and so they both dom them? this is very much off the top of my head so sorry if it doesn’t make much sense lmao

You nearly stomped on their toes when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around you from behind, but luckily for him you recognized George’s cologne. “For me? You shouldn’t have, darling,” he cooed in your ear, playing with the hem of your baby blue skirt that you’d rolled up to make shorter.

“Please, sir,” you teased, grinding back against him. “This is so improper.”

“Screw proper,” he growled against your neck, nipping at the soft skin. Your manager was going to have a fit if they saw the marks but you couldn’t force yourself to care with his tongue gently lapping away the sting of his teeth. “Come on, pretty thing, let me take you home. I promise I’ll treat you like a precious little princess and you’ll never have to work again. Your only job would be keeping my cock warm- doesn’t that sound nice, baby?”

You hummed, grinning to yourself as you rocked back against him. George had been getting you to himself a lot more lately and you learned he loved these little roleplays. Him and his maid, him and his pool girl- anything that involved him taking you away from your current life to let you live a life of luxury at his hand. You certainly didn’t mind- not when he always made sure you came twice as much as him and always gave you something pretty for playing along with him. “Come now, sir, I’m at work. Don’t you think we should take this somewhere more private?” You felt him grin against your neck, ready to let yourself get dragged away to some dark corner so you could-

“So this is where you two have been hiding.” You and George both froze as a hand wrapped around each of your necks. Sapnap used his grip to pull the two of you apart, pulling your back into his chest and forcing George to watch. “Are you really such sluts that you’re on each other as soon as Dream and I step away?”

“Come on, Sap,” George whined, pulling out his best puppy dog eyes- if there was one person who could pretty his way out of a punishment it was George. “I don’t wanna go golfing with our dads- I wanna play something more fun with my baby girl.” He might’ve gotten you home free if he hadn’t gotten distracted, eyeing you up with those dark eyes and reaching for you, catching the hem of your skirt and slowly lifting it up. He let out a choked whine when he laid his eyes on the pretty blue thong you’d picked out, knowing George would be the one undressing you today. “She’s dressed up just for me,”

Sapnap growled against your ear, tugging you both along with him. “I think you two need a little reminder of who Daddy is here,”

This, you distantly thought through the pleasure of having both of your holes stuffed full, was not what you had planned today. You and George whimpered against each other’s lips as Sapnap and Dream worked your asses open on their fingers, but you knew they weren’t going to be spending much longer on prep- this was a punishment after all.

George bucked against you, burning with the need to fuck deeper into your pussy, but immedietly shrieked as he got his ass smacked. “Bad boy,” Dream growled, pinching the brunet’s poor ass. “Damn, you were right, Sap- when did our little babies turn into whores, hmm?” You didn’t know if he wanted an answer or not but you simply couldn’t give him one, too busy crying against George. He filled your pussy so well, stretching your walls around his cock, but the only friction you were getting came from Sapnap’s thick fingers roughly stretching your asshole.

“Please,” you whimpered with a gasp as Dream’s fingers fucking George sent his cock into your g-spot. “Please, daddy, my clit-”

“Now what would we do that for, sugar,” Sapnap hummed against your ear. “Does my little slut want to come before daddy?”

You heard the threat in his tone and quickly shook your head. “Nnng- no, daddy! No, I- nnng-”

“That’s what I thought. My baby knows she has to wait to come when she’s being punished. Has my good girl been replaced by a slut that doesn’t know how to behave?”

“No, daddy, I promise, I-” You choked on your words as George suddenly pressed tight against you, letting you look over his shoulder and see why. Dream smirked smugly to himself, watching his cock sink into George with his hands holding him open. You barely had time to feel sympathetic before Sapnap’s fingers pulled out of you and the blunt head of his cock pressed against you.

“Quit whining, pretty boy,” Dream hummed, wrapping his long fingers around George’s neck. “Be nice and wait for Sapnap, then I’ll move. You don’t want our sweet girl to get left in the dust, do you?”

George instantly whined harder, shaking his head in the crook of your neck. “No, no, wan’ baby to feel good, too-”

“Then both of you hold still,” Sapnap said firmly, grinding against you. “This may be a punishment but we don’t want to break either of you.” You nodded, pulling George’s lips onto yours to distract yourself as Sap slipped the head of his cock past your tight ring of muscles. Him and Dream cooed to the two of you as they rocked against you, Dream’s movements helping to ease Sapnap’s cock into you. You couldn’t believe how full you were- he was barely halfway in and you were certain he was splitting you in half. George was practically crying from your tight walls squeezing him as you struggled, plus Dream spreading him open as well.

“There’s a good girl,” Sapnap purred when his hips were finally pressed against your ass. He adjusted his hold on you until he was sure you were secure, with a hand under each thigh and your legs wrapped around George’s waist. “Go for it, Dream,”

You swore you heard an evil snicker before Dream started a harsh pace with George, each of his thrusts in sending George into your pussy and sending you sinking back on Sapnap’s cock. Both you and George let out uncontrollable moans, scrambling for a hold on each other- you were both stuck, nowhere to run to escape from the overwhelming pleasure as you were stuck between their cocks. “Dream- sir,” George whimpered out, “please let me come, I need it!”

Dream let out a mocking coo. “You need it? Oh, poor baby! Ask your ‘luv’- she’s the one you’d be coming in.”

“Please, luv- please, it hurts! It hurts, baby! Let me fill you up, darling, you always take it so good for me!”

You nodded, holding him close in a vain attempt to minimize the power of your boys’ thrusts. “I’m coming, too- come with me, Georgie, come inside!” His teeth sank into your neck, muffling his cries as his cock jerked inside you- but with Dream’s thrusts not slowing down nearly all of his cum spilled out of you onto the dirty bathroom floor. You were crying as you came, George’s tears mixing with yours as he slammed his lips onto yours, being thrust straight into another orgasm. The two of you held each other tight as you fell into a cycle of you coming to the feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides, then him coming to your walls squeezing him tight.

Sapnap and Dream openly laughed over your heads as they fucked you into overstimulation, tears and cum making a mess beneath you. “See, pretty things,” Dream cooed. “See what happens when you ignore your daddies?”

Sapnap gave a hum of agreement. “If you’d just been good for us you could come as many times as you wanted, but since you decided to be little brats you’re stuck here until we’re done with you.”

“Now try to hold still- I bet we can squeeze a few fingers into you to really stretch you out.”

[angy-mouse]

The Club

2.5K BAYBEE

Warnings for what lies ahead: hidden public play, I believe cucking is the term I'm looking for, lack of proper play discussion (sap pulls a dick move but it ends up alright for reader), degradation, fucking in a bathroom (whatever that falls under), unprotected sex, etc.

Edit: if you saw this go up yesterday around 8pm no u didn't

Working at the local country club was probably the easiest job you’d ever had. The hours weren’t bad, as a beverage girl you mostly rode around on a golf cart delivering drinks, and the rich bastards the club catered to had no problem dropping a 50 dollar tip on a beer served by a hot piece of ass half their age. The biggest issues you had with the job were having to act proper and polite around the stuck up guests and the sheer boredom that came with listening to the same conversation about stocks a hundred times a day. Both of which were solved with your coworker/best friend/fuckbuddy, Sapnap.

A game of flashing each other obscene gestures when no one was looking and whispers of dirty words in passing soon turned into fun bets, which turned into a gambling issue. Today Sapnap bet that you couldn’t go the whole shift with a remote controlled vibrator in your panties and the remote in his pocket. If he was right and you took it out or dragged him into a dark corner for a quick fuck, you’d suck him off while he drove you home. If you made it the whole shift without letting anything slip and getting yourself fired, he promised he’d eat you out until your legs went numb. Honestly a win-win as long as you didn’t get caught.

“You look flustered, sugar, something wrong?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed under your breath as you mixed a drink. You shoved down a gasp as he turned your vibrations up in response, tsking under his breath.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided smugly, pretending to pay attention to the guests as they took their stroke, talked some smack about the others business or wife, rinse, repeat.

“You’re a cunt,”

“Speaking of, you getting overstimulated yet? Need a break? You know there’s no shame in giving up.”

You plastered on your customer service smile, strutting past him with the ordered drinks. “I’m going to win and you’re going to put that smart mouth to better use, caddy.”

George usually hated going to the country club with his father. It was made marginally better when Dream came with his dad and they could keep each other company- sometimes in ways that their fathers wouldn’t approve of- but it was still boring as all hell. Assuming his eyes weren’t deceiving him, it seemed the employees thought the same.

“Why are you so red? I told you that stupid sweater was too hot,” Dream muttered, rolling his eyes as their fathers bantered loudly, covering his words from being heard by anyone else.

“I… I think your dad’s caddy and the beer girl are together,” he muttered out slyly. Dream raised an eyebrow, glancing over out of the corner of his eye. He’d readily admit they were both good looking- the brunet’s shorts clung to his thick thighs and the girl’s short skirt fluttered temptingly as she walked, showing off her legs nicely- but beyond a few glances they took at each other he wasn’t seeing the connection. “He’s got something in his pocket and she’s got something up her skirt.”

Dream’s eyes went wide as, as if on command, the brunet casually reached into his pocket as if he was simply adjusting himself and the girl’s steps faltered, thighs squeezing together as she cast a glare at him before climbing back into her cart. He grinned smugly in response, blowing her a kiss before she drove off and he took his hand back out.

Dream turned back to George with a maniacal grin. “Now there’s an idea,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” George hissed back, glaring at him to end the conversation as the caddy came back to the group and they started walking again. Of course, he should’ve known better: Dream doesn’t let anything go. He grabbed George’s shoulder and pulled him along to join the young man at the back of the group.

“The beer cart girl your girlfriend?”

Sapnap raised a shocked eyebrow. In the three or so years Dream and George had been coming to the club they’d only shared short conversations- being younger than most guests, the two were eager for someone who shared their interests but Sapnap wasn’t exactly allowed to fraternize on the job. “Ah- no, we’re just friends.”

Dream gave him a sly grin. “In that case what do you think about sharing your little remote?”

Sap blanked, cheeks turning pink as he realized he’d been caught. Although, based on the way Dream grinned and bit his lip and the way George’s pale skin had turned red he didn’t think he’d be getting fired today. “...If she takes it out before her shift is over I win our bet,” he admitted carefully. Dream looked over his head at George with a grin.

“Oh, I’m definitely buying you one,”

“Fuck you, prick,”

“I have to work on the opposite side of the club for the rest of shift,” Sap said, a coy grin pulling at his lips. “And the rule is I can only use it if I can see her, so if you can follow that rule…” He handed over the small remote. “Win me a bet.”

<----->

“‘Scuse me, luv, can we get some bevs?”

You blushed a bit as you flashed a smile at the pretty brit and his friend, walking over to their table. You had to shove down a squeak and focus on walking as your vibrator kicked on- you were gonna kill Sapnap. He was probably hiding in some dark corner so he could mess with you instead of doing his work. You placed your hand on the back of the taller boy’s chair to steady yourself- fuck they were hot. Maybe it was your overeager pussy talking or the fact that you’re used to dealing with rich old fogeys but you’d gladly bend over the table for these two- maybe give Sap something more entertaining to spy on. You managed to snap yourself out of your dirty thoughts to remember that you had a job to do. “What can I get you two?”

“How about your name,” the blond threw out boldly. You giggled at his confidence and gave it to him with your most flirtatious smile. He repeated it back in a deep, growling voice that made you clench around your vibrator. “My friends call me Dream and he’s George. I think we have something that belongs to you.”

“Oh really,” you mused. “And what would that be?” Your flirtatious grin fell as he pulled out a familiar purple remote, clicking it and sending a harsh pulse through your cunt to prove it was yours. You let out a sharp gasp, hand latching onto his shoulder to keep yourself upright.

“You’re such an asshole, Dream,” George tsked, wrapping his hand around your bare thigh and rubbing it gently. “Your little boytoy gave us your remote. You want it back, darling? We don’t have to tell him.”

You took in a deep breath as Dream turned your vibrator off so you could think clearly. Were you going to kick Sapnap’s ass later for giving control of your vibrator to two strangers? Abso-fucking-lutely. Were the strangers in question hot enough for you to forget about that for a bit? Fuck yes.

“Now what’s the fun in that,” you purred, cupping George’s face and running your thumb down his sharp jaw. He grinned up at you, turning to place a kiss on your palm without taking his dark eyes off your own. His grin grew as Dream turned your vibrations up again, the two of them watching with joy as you struggled to keep your legs from shaking.

“You know,” Dream mused, stealthily slipping his hand up the back of your skirt to shamelessly grab your ass. “Sapnap, was it? He mentioned your little bet. We could make it a lot easier for you to win if you did something for us in return.”

“Oh?” You grinned widely. “I think I have a few ideas on how to repay you.”

There wasn’t a single cell in your brain when you first took this job that thought you’d end up in the employee bathroom with two guests, but here you were. George was sat on the counter, looking so pretty as he panted from having his dick down your throat while Dream ruthlessly fucked you from behind, holding your vibrator to your clit. “You look so pretty like this,” George moaned out, pushing your hair out of your face. A harsh thrust from Dream sent your nose into the bush of hair at the base of George’s cock, moans erupting from both of you. “Fucking bloody hell- you’re so mean to her, Dream,” he chided even as he wrapped his hand around your hair and started fucking your face. “The poor thing’s doing so well, so pretty and compliant for us. How many times have you made her come with that thing? Nnnng, put the toy away.”

Dream scoffed, straightening up to his full height from where he’d been bent over your back, blanketing you in his weight. “She is being good,” he mused, giving three hard thrusts with an evil grin as they made you choke on George’s cock, which made him moan. “A good fucking slut. She’s just a pretty little whore, aren’t you, baby? So eager to get fucked by two strangers at the same time- you were even gonna let us have control of your toy without knowing our names, weren’t you?” He turned up the vibrations as if to prove his point, watching your back arch to try to pull away from the stimulation as you whimpered, feeling tears of overstimulation bud up in the corners of your eyes.

“Oh, she’s crying, Dream.” George tried to sound sympathetic but it came out as an obscene moan as his hips stuttered, pulling you halfway off his cock so he could see your face better. “Oh, poor thing,” he whimpered, gasping and letting his head fall back against the mirror as you sucked harshly- punishment for being an ass, you decided.

You yelped around George as you felt Dream take your toy off your clit just to slap your ass hard. “She can take it,” he growled, tossing the vibe into the sink. “Good whores take what they’re given and are fucking grateful.” You cried out as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you off George’s cock, pulling you up until your back was pinned to his chest and he could nip your ear. “Say thank you,” he growled into your ear. “Thank us for our cocks, slut, or the rest of your shift is going to be hell.”

“Thank you,” you breathed out. “Thank you, sirs, thank you! Please let me keep sucking his cock! I need his cum down my throat, please!”

“Dirty little thing,” he growled, tightening his hand around your throat and thrusting harder.

“Dream,” George gushed as he lazily worked his hand over his cock, using the spit you’d left behind as lube. “Her stomach, look.”

You whimpered as Dream’s hips stopped, hand on your neck keeping you facing the ceiling as he looked to see what George was talking about. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, guiding you to look at the mirror. You let out a breathless moan as you watched him push into you and the skin of your stomach protruded in response. He was literally rearranging your guts. “Look at that- our poor little whore can barely even take me. Is my cock too big, baby? Huh?”

You’d lost track of how many orgasms in you were, your mind little more than dough for them to mold at this point. At least, that would be your excuse later. “No,” you whispered, watching him grind against you through your stomach. “It’s perfect.”

“Fuck,” Dream swore, letting to of your throat and letting George catch you as you fell forward, hooking one hand under your hips to hold you up and placing his other right over that delicious bump as he regained his harsh pace. You eagerly took George back into your mouth, delighting in his moans as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, fuck, luv- Dream- I’m gonna fucking come,” he panted, weakly thrusting to meet your bobbing mouth. You looked up at him, wanting to see his face as he came, and watched Dream’s thick fingers wrap around George’s pretty neck right before your face was shoved into George’s pelvis again. You focused on breathing as you heard Dream lick his way into the brit’s mouth- between the two of them you were stuck on their cocks. If you tried to pull off George Dream was going to breach your cervix and if you tried to pull away from Dream George was going to come straight into your stomach. All you could do was sit there and take it as they bruised your insides.

George came down your throat with a strangled moan, muffled from Dream’s lips before he used his hand on the pretty boy’s neck to pull him back, pinning the brunet to the mirror. “Swallow it all, pretty little whore,” he told you, grinding his hips deeper against you. You and George both whimpered as his cock jerked in your mouth, sending another stream of cum down your throat. “Come on, Georgie, fill the whore up. Give ‘er another load,”

George gasped against the hand around his throat, hips jerking against your face as you swallowed everything he gave you. “I can’t,” he whined. “‘M fucking empty, Dream,”

Dream scoffed, pulling you off George’s cock and pulling your back to his chest again, hand returning to your throat as he brutally fucked you. “Give him a kiss, baby, I think Georgie here likes tasting his own cum.” George met your lips, licking his way into your mouth and holding your face steady. He blindly reached into the sink, pulling out your vibe and clicking it on, using it to circle your clit. He giggled against your lips as you scrambled to grab onto him to stabilize yourself, knees going weak as your orgasm swiftly approached.

“Come on Dream’s cock, darling,” he cooed. “I promise he’s gonna fill you up so good, just come for us one more time.” You nodded, grinding down on the vibe and back against Dream.

“Please,” you panted against George’s lips. “Please, Dream, I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come on my cock like a good little slut, baby.” His thrusts picked up as your walls fluttered around him as the two of them sent you over the edge one last time. Dream plunged into you, grinding deep inside you and flooding your insides with his cum. “There you go- fucking take it,” he groaned, pressing his hand down over the bump he made on your stomach to feel his cock jerk inside you as he placed wet kisses down your neck. George’s lips on yours became languid as you came down from your high, pulling the vibe away from your clit. “George, gimme the toy,” Dream grunted. George grumbled and blindly held out the toy, letting Dream take it. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” he mumbled with a grin in his voice as he slowly pulled out and replaced his cock with the toy with the vibrations off. “There you go, sweet girl. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“So,” George chirped as you pulled away from him, a sly grin on his lips. “When’s your next shift?”

[angy-mouse]

almighty mouse, i beg, i plead. bless me with food cum. i need it for my soul. <3

God I love food cum but I realized halfway thru this I now have 2 dream fics with smoothie in the title rip

Dream let out a deep sigh through his nose as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, gently working himself up. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes- he’d gotten spoiled. He wasn’t used to doing this alone anymore. He needed to paint a picture.

He could just see you on your knees for him, pressing kisses along his hip like you always did. You’d always look up at him so adoringly, so pretty and innocent even as you jerked him off. He pulled from his memory an image of you with your soft hand wrapped around his cock, making sure every bit of skin you could reach- from his stomach down to his thighs- had been touched by your pretty pink lips. He found the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, tracing it with his fingertip just like you always did until he reached the tip, wrapping his fingers just under the head.

He fucked into his tight grip, trying to imagine he was fucking your throat instead. He imagined the way your eyes would water as he abused your poor gag reflex- you’d take it in stride every time, though, so eager just to taste him and take his cum down your throat that you’d take any abuse he put your body through.

“Take it,” he panted, running his thumb up and down his slit, spreading the dribble of precum that was oozing out. He imagined it was you licking him clean- the way you always did, so gingerly and eager for anything he’d give you. You always kitten-licked him clean, covering him in your spit. You’d only pull away to open your mouth and roll your tongue out, silently begging him until he let a glob of his spit fall into your mouth- you really did want anything he would give you and he adored it.

He let out a strangled moan as he came to the image in his mind of his pretty little doll treating him so well, spilling into the glass he’d grabbed. He tucked his face against his shoulder to muffle his groans, fucking desperately into his fist as he filled the glass until he was so oversensitive it hurt. “There we go,” he muttered to himself, giving his cock a few extra pumps, braving the oversensitivity to make sure he got every drop for you.

Dream took a few moments to calm himself down but quickly pulled his sweats back up around his hips- he couldn’t let you wait too long. He poured his cum into your smoothie, smugly grinning to himself at the sheer volume of pure him that you’d be drinking before he put the lid and straw on the tumbler for you.

He grinned at the sight of you- you looked so perfectly blissed out of your mind, sitting on George’s cock leaning back against his chest wearing nothing but one of the boys’ shirts. “Hey pretty thing,” he cooed, crouching down to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “You’re doing such a good job keeping Georgie warm while he watches his soccer game-”

“Football,”

“Fuck off, George- I made you your favorite smoothie for a little treat.” He smiled as you eagerly grabbed for the cup, slurring out a ‘thank you, daddy’ as he pressed it into your palms. “There you go, baby,” he coaxed as you eagerly began slurping it down- fuck, he was getting hard again. He couldn’t help it with the way you were so happy to suck down his cum, barely masked by a handful of fruits. He’d bet you’d be thrilled if the boys incorporated their cum into everything you ate, filling your tummy with it until you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d probably give up fucking you for the rest of his life if you told him you wanted all his cum down your throat.

When you pulled your mouth off the straw to breathe he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip then slipped it into your mouth, watching you hum in delight as you sucked the digit clean. “Now you be good and finish the whole thing before the end of the game, alright, baby?”

[angy-mouse]

Better have a part three to Takeoff in planning darling because it was fucking amazing <3

this took like a month youre lucky i like u /p /hj

in other news, this fic is 2.85 thousand words and if any of you ungrateful cretins ask for another part within a week i swear to god I'll take another two week break from writing and keep requests closed until October. That said welcome to Keeping Warm!

“And here we see two subs in their natural habitat,”

George’s chest rumbled under your cheek. “Fuck off, Dream, you know I’m a switch,’ he grumbled, snuggling further into your shared blanket.

“It’s cold,” you whined, trying to look as pitiful as possible in hopes one of your furnace-like lovers would join your cuddle pile- you loved snuggling George but good lord he was colder than ice. Not ideal for the chilly mountain weather.

“Oh, poor babies,” Sapnap cooed, crouching over you and blanketing you in his warm body.

You and George hummed as he warmed you two up, Dream couching by your head and smiling at the three of you. “Do the poor babies want to try out the hot tub?”

You shot up, nearly throwing Sapnap on his ass. “There’s a hot tub?”

George laughed, rubbing your hips. “What did you think we bought you swimsuits for, silly?”

“Mm, because you two get off on buying me clothes that cost more than my rent?”

Sapnap cackled at that, the two rich boys trying to weakly deny it. “Don’t even,” he scoffed, still chuckling. “George talked me into buying these sweats that cost like a hundred bucks because he kept saying how good my ass would look.”

“They’re joggers and I stand by that,” George chirped, cueing you all to crane your necks in an attempt to shamelessly check the Texan out.

Wha- come on, knock it off,” Sap insisted, flushing under the sudden attention.

“Come on now,” Dream hummed, standing up and offering a hand to un-pile you three. “Let’s go for a soak and we can all check out Sapnap’s ass when he’s wearing wet swim shorts.”

“Deal,” you chirped, hopping up and delivering a swift smack to Sapnap’s rear before running for your goddamn life.

“HEY! Oh- get back here you brat!”

You shrieked as you heard him gaining on you, sprinting up the stairs and miraculously making it to your room, slamming the door shut just as he rounded the corner. You locked it, knowing as soon as he tried to open it he’d have to obey the ‘no entering locked doors’ rule the group had put into place as soon as you landed. You quickly shed your clothes and started sorting through the swimsuits you’d been gifted. You’d tried to tell them what style you usually went for when you entered the store but you got cut off as they piled their arms with the skimpiest suits they could find- you really should have expected that.

You decided on a simple orange piece, nothing more than a few triangles and strings. You checked yourself in the mirror before you left, smirking evilly. The boys, while you loved them, were very simple. They each claimed a color as theirs and them seeing you in their color was sure to lift your chances of getting laid. And when the other boys saw you- their little pet- wearing the other’s color? You were hoping for a wet, shirtless fight for dominance- hopefully devolving into them fucking each other until all but one was left drooling and wobbly-legged, then the victor would fuck you just as stupid.

To anyone else this would sound like the delusional fantasy of a narcissist, but knowing your boys? You gave it an 85% chance of success, 10% chance they just let Sapnap fuck you and 5% chance they catch on to your plan and made you touch yourself for their entertainment. 0% chance of a bad ending for you.

You smiled as you found Dream waiting for you just outside your door, watching his eyes darken at the sight of you. You could just see a little angel on his shoulder saying ‘so pretty in the tiny bikini we bought her’ while the angel said ‘grr she’s wearing Sapnap’s color’. “Do you like it,” you asked, hiding your smugness behind a cute twirl to show him how it covered even less in the back.

“You look gorgeous, princess,” he hummed, grabbing a handful of your ass and using it to pull you into his side. “But I do wish you’d picked a different color,”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hummed before leaping away from him and skipping down the stairs. You heard him growl just a second before he threw you over his shoulder, making you shriek. “Dream! Oh my- don’t you dare drop me, asshole!”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” he scoffed, effortlessly carrying you out to the sunroom. You blushed and laughed as you heard catcalls from the other two boys who were already in the tub.

“She’s wearing my color, give ‘er here, Dream!” You heard and felt Dream scoff at the demand but you still found yourself gently lowered into the water until you were seated sideways on Sapnap’s lap. “Hey, there, darlin’,” he chirped, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “Don’t you look cute. All dressed up for me, hmm?”

“Maybe I just always look this cute but you never notice, did ‘ya think about that,” you teased, trailing your lips along his jaw.

George scoffed behind you, pressing against your back and wrapping his arms around your waist. “How dare you accuse us of something so vile! You know we always notice how cute you are, luv,” he insisted, peppering kisses all over your neck

You coyly looked over your shoulder. “Well, I don’t think Dream likes my swimsuit very much.”

He gave you an unimpressed look from across the water, arms resting on the ledge behind him and legs spread on the seat, making him seem even bigger than he already was. Oh, how you’d love to straddle one of those thick thighs, but you needed to pretend you were upset with him- you’d either get the brat fucked out of you or soft ‘I’m sorry for making you upset’ sex. “Come on now, you know that’s not what I said, doll.”

You quietly mocked him as you distractedly rubbed Sapnap’s chest- you knew he hated it when you called his pecs titties but goddamn were they nice. They were just so perfect to rest your head on while you slept or cuddled, his pretty pink nipples perfect to play with and suck on while you rode him, you just adored everything about him.

Sapnap laughed at your mocking grumbles, delivering a sharp pinch to the bare skin of your ass hanging out of your bottoms. “Cheeky little thing tonight, aren’t you,” he mused, letting you tuck your head under his chin- your plan was taking much longer to work than you’d thought and it disappointed you. Unfortunately you didn’t see the mischievous smirk he gave to the other two. “Is someone feeling needy?”

George caught the smirk and trailed his fingers down your hips until they dipped into your swimsuit bottoms. “Does our baby girl need attention?”

“Maybe,” you defiantly pouted against Sapnap’s neck but still spread your legs as George’s fingers trailed closer to your folds. You heard him let out a huff of laughter behind you.

“Doesn’t matter what you say, luv- not when you open your legs so easily for me. Just admit you’re a slut for us and I promise we’ll treat you like it, hmm?”

You shook your head with a whine, still refusing to pry your face out of Sap’s neck even as his thick fingers wrapped around your thigh, holding you open as George rubbed you everywhere except where you wanted it. “N-No, I’m not…”

“Come on now,” Dream hummed, still spread out as he enjoyed the show you all put on. “You know that’s not true, little doll. I bet you put on that pretty little suit in hopes Sap would fuck you and we’d get jealous, didn’t you?”

Sapnap faked a noise of shock as he felt you stiffen against him- damn Dream and his ability to read you like a book. “Well there’s no need to be jealous,” he hummed, giving a nod to George as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look across the water at Dream. You whimpered as George finally sank two long fingers into you. Dream smiled at you oh-so condescendingly, the way he always did when he turned the teasing back on you whenever you tried to play them into doing your bidding, and blew you a kiss. “There’s no reason we can’t share,”

“Exactly,” George purred into your ear. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t you wanna be a good little slut for us?” He jerked his fingers, roughly stabbing at your g-spot and laughing as you crumpled into his chest. “Say it, pretty girl. I’ll stretch you out real good if you do- I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt at all, no matter how rough we fuck you.”

Your hands latched onto his arm, digging your nails into his skin but it didn’t affect him as he fucked you open on his fingers unrelentingly. “Ah- ah- please, George- please, I’m a good little slut for you, I promise! Please, please, please-”

“There we go,” George hummed as he finally brought his thumb to your aching clit, rubbing you through a powerful orgasm.

Sapnap cooed in your ear, kneading your thigh as you came. “Doesn’t that feel good, sweet girl? See what happens when you tell the truth? That you’re a slutty little thing that just wants our cocks?”

You nodded furiously, hips bucking against George’s palm. “Please- yes! Yes, it’s true, I’m just a slut! Haaa I’d do anything to get fucked, please, I’ll do anything!”

Dream let out a mocking coo- you whined as you saw the tent in his swim shorts, just like the one in Sapnap’s that you were grinding against. “Such a pathetic fuckdoll, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. Come on, Sap, stop torturing the poor thing- she’s wearing your color after all.”

“Do you need taken care of, darlin’?” He smiled down at you as you desperately nodded, hips moving against George’s gently rocking fingers. “Georgie, untie her bottoms for me,”

George obeyed but not without a scoff as Sapnap marked up your neck. “You’re not gonna leave me out to dry after I was the only one to treat our sweet girl, are you?”

“Come on, Gogy,” Sap tsked. He reached up, threading his fingers through George’s pretty brown locks and roughly yanking him down to smash their lips together. You whimpered as you were pressed between their bare, sweaty chests, your swimsuit bottoms in George’s hand and Sapnap’s hand gripping your bare ass. You busied yourself with kissing up on Sapnap’s chest, covering him in little lovebites until he groaned and pulled away from George. “I told you we could share, there’s no need to get jealous. Hop up on the edge and take your shorts off for me, pretty boy.”

“And you,” Sapnap purred, pulling your lips off his chest. “Come here, sweet girl.” He pulled you into a deep kiss while George got ready, jerking his cock to full hardness. “I want you to suck Gogy off for me while I fuck you, alright, baby? Dream wants to see you get fucked like a whore- huh, Dream?”

The blond must have nodded but you didn’t see him, too busy delighting in the way Sapnap manhandled you into position as he stood up, keeping your bottom half pressed against his lap but letting your top fall forward to land in George’s lap. He took care to keep most of your body in the hot water as your hands latched onto George’s hips. “Georgie,” you chirped happily, kissing all over his thighs, slowly working your way closer to his cock.

“Hey, pretty thing,” he hummed back, rubbing his hand, still wet with steaming hot water, across the top of your back. You felt Sapnap hold you up by a single arm hooked under your hips so his other could pull down his shorts as you finally took George’s tip into your mouth. He groaned as you set to work, swiftly managing half his cock down your throat. “That’s a good little slut- take it all, luv, I know you can.”

You hummed around him, bracing yourself as Sapnap’s other hand came back to your hip- and you were glad you did. He gave you no warning as he sank balls-deep into your pussy with one thrust, sending you further down George’s cock until your nose was buried in his dark pubes. Each of you moaned, yours more muffled as you struggled not to gag. “Fuck baby,” Sapnap groaned, feeling your walls wrapped tight around him. You whined, desperately trying to keep enough sense to suck George off as Sap started ruthlessly pounding into you. “So fuckin’ tight for me- did Gogy not prep you enough to take my fat cock, sugar?”

“Fuck- ah, fuck- fuck off! You’re the one that got impatient to get your dick wet!”

You barely had enough room to pull off George, laying sloppy kisses down the side of his shaft as you protested. “Mwah- no, daddy! Mwah- no, he did so good- both of you so good aaah,”

They quickly lost interest in fighting, chuckling at how fucked out you were already as George guided himself back into your mouth- you took him so eagerly, letting the power of Sapnap’s thrusts push and pull you up and down the brit’s cock so you could focus on moving your tongue and slobbering all over him like a perfect messy whore. Soon you even let your arms fall from holding his slim hips and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being tossed between them like a mere toy, orgasm after orgasm rolling over you without more than a coo of how tight you were- your own pleasure deemed less important than theirs. The hot water sloshed and washed over your back every time Sapnap thrust into you, saving you from the chilly mountain air and reinforcing the one idea your pleasure-addled mind could keep ahold of: the moments when Sapnap’s hips were pressed against your ass and you could barely breathe around George’s cock were the closest you would ever be to heaven and the moments where they were mere inches from leaving you was pure hell. You thought for sure you’d die happy if Sapnap decided not to pull back and you suffocated skewered on their cocks.

You thought you were going to get your wish when Sapnap pressed forward, letting out a deep moan as he sprayed your insides with his seed, grinding into you to milk himself and make sure he gave you everything he had before George started shoving at his chest. “Fucking- move I don’t wanna come in her mouth- fuck luv,”

Sapnap pulled your back up to his chest, cooing softly in your ear as you whined at the loss of his cock inside you, already feeling his cum oozing out of you. He held you with one arm around your waist and the other holding one of your legs wide with his thick fingers gripping the meat of your thigh. George was quick to fill the space between your thighs, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he humped you like a rabbit, grinning against your skin at the sharp moans his desperate thrusts pulled from you. “Come on, baby, fuckin’ take it,” he growled, switching to your other nipple just as he came, groaning against you as he added his cum to the load sloshing inside you. You let out weak moans as he pumped you even fuller than before- you felt bloated. God, they all always came so much, you felt so full.

You were ready to fall asleep in their arms as George’s stream of cum tapered off until you heard Dream- you’d almost forgotten he was watching you the whole time. “Alright, you’ve had your fun- give me my girl.” Sapnap soothed you as you whined from George pulling out, carrying you over to Dream. You whimpered at the sight, all broad-shoulders and thick thighs with his cock standing tall in the water, waiting for you. Sapnap helped lower you onto Dream’s cock until you were sat on his lap, then left you to slump against his chest, boneless. “Aw, poor baby,” Dream purred in your ear, “are you all fucked out? Can’t even think straight anymore?” He openly laughed at your weak whine of confirmation, accompanied with an even weaker grind of your hips against his. “Hmm but my sweet doll still wants more?” Another weak noise from you and he began gently bouncing you on his cock, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach. “Alright, baby, I’m gonna give you one more load in your stuffed pussy- and I promise I’ll keep you on my cock for the rest of the night to keep it all inside and keep you warm- how’s that sound?”

You sighed, allowing yourself to completely relax in his hold as he carried you into yet another orgasm. “That sounds perfect,”

[angy-mouse]

Getting Comfy

I've mentioned on @boobberries' blog I have like 4 different fics about basically being the live-in cumdump for these goddamn minecraft men and roni and @lightdreamy both yelled at me to post it so-

George had told you when the boys first moved in that it would probably take time for them to get comfortable with your little arrangement. He was right, of course, and you waited patiently, trying not to make them uncomfortable. Dream settled in pretty quickly- he had just the right amount of cocky asshole in his personality to push his luck with you and you of course let him keep pushing until he was balls deep fucking you on the kitchen counter. Sapnap was a different story, though.

For all the smack talk he liked to throw around, Sap really was a classic southern gentleman. From his shy blush and averted gaze whenever you walked around in one of George’s shirts and underwear, hickeys on full display, to his sheepish chuckles when you shamelessly flirted with him. You made it clear you wanted him, you knew he wanted you, and both you and George had reiterated that the two of you were 100% on board with making you their shared cockwhore- the only thing keeping you from saving a horse and riding that cowboy were his damned manners.

‘Give him time,’ George said. ‘He’s just a little inexperienced,’ Dream said. Well you were going to give that boy some experiences if it was the last thing you did- and speaking as someone who’s shamelessly eyed him up in those sweatpants, it just might be.

You got him alone when he was watching anime in the living room (Dream and George called him a nerd and refused to watch with him) and plopped your head on his lap. You heard the sharp breath he took in, but you pretended you didn’t and gave him your sweetest smile, resisting the urge to giggle evilly at the shaky one he sent back. You carefully set your plan into motion, starting with laying still on his lap until he started to relax- no matter how much it killed you to have him so close to your mouth and not halfway down your throat.

Finally, when he was relaxed enough that he’d begun stroking your hair, you let out a whine, nuzzling against his thick thigh. “Saaaaap,” you whined, rolling onto your back so you could aim your puppy eyes at him. “Can I please suck your dick?” It was hard to keep up your innocent facade as he blushed and sputtered, but you managed. You wrapped your arms around his that had been playing with your hair, holding it tight to your chest. “I want something in my mouth and there’s no ice pops left! Please, I promise you’ll barely notice me.”

Apparently you’d wasted a lot of time waiting for him to make the first move because all it took was a bat of your eyelashes and a pout of your lips before you were on your knees in front of him. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled himself out of his pants and you almost moaned at the sight. While he was only average in length, the sheer thickness of his cock was more than intimidating and promised pleasure that bordered on pain if you managed to get him to fuck you. “You’re so pretty,” you purred, wrapping your hand around his cock and giggling when you realized his face and his tip were the same shade of red. “Thank you, sir,” you chirped before sinking onto him.

You took him all the way down until your nose was buried in his bush of dark hair and focused on breathing deeply, which filled your nose with the smell of his body wash. As promised, you stayed put, only loosely tonguing his cock and giving a gentle suck every now and again. You weren’t lying- you felt so much better now that you had a weight on your tongue- but you were also curious how long the inexperienced boy could hold out.

You got your answer shockingly quick, considering his previous hesitation. It wasn’t long at all before his hips were bucking into your throat. “Fuck- sorry, sorry, it- aaah it feels so good.” You moaned when his hips jerked again and took it as a sign to properly suck him off, bobbing up and down his cock. He moaned as your talented mouth worked at him, throwing his head back only to snap it forward again so he could watch you work. You practically preened at the awestruck way he looked at you, thrilled he was finally relaxing into your little arrangement. However, it didn’t last long as you both heard footsteps just as he was twitching on your tongue, orgasm fast approaching.

He stiffened up as George walked past with his empty water bottle, not sparing either of you a glance. You knew there was no problem with this and continued working at Sapnap’s cock, only to whine as he tried to weakly push your head away. He managed to get you back to where you were just sucking on his tip when George came into the living room with his refilled bottle.

Sapnap froze like a deer in headlights (or, more accurately, like a guy getting his dick sucked in a communal space) whereas you simply continued suckling at his tip, eager to finally taste the Texan’s cum. George made a noise of disapproval at the sight of you and took his time walking over. This was it, Sap thought. George was going to pull you away and ask what the fuck Sapnap was doing with his fuckbuddy/lover/whatever the fuck you two were, then he was gonna kick his ass back to Texas and their friendship would be ruined. Oh well, at least he got some amazing head out of this.

George’s fingers threaded through your hair and you took a deep breath, knowing what was coming. “I know I taught you better than that,” he said simply before pushing you down until your nose was squished against Sapnap’s pelvis. Sap let out a choked moan, hips bucking as much as they could as he came straight down your throat. He moaned as you eagerly swallowed down everything he gave you, staying glued to his cock even as his orgasm finished and George let go of your hair. “Don’t be afraid to rough ‘em up a bit,” George tossed over his shoulder as he went back to his recording with Dream. “They can take it.”

You hummed an agreement as you milked his cock, only pulling off when he hissed from overstimulation. “Thank you so much,” you purred, grinning when you saw him flush at your scratchy voice from taking him so deep in your throat. “I feel so much better now. Can I keep your cock warm for the rest of your show as a ‘thank you?’”

[angy-mouse]

Can I run a hypothetical by you? Ok? Good. Dream with a praise kink that is tied to a size kink, imagine him begging you to call him a good boy as you say how well he fills you up.

You place your hands in his and compare the size saying how his fingers feel so much better than yours bc of their size.

Moving his hand to cover your throat as you slowly ride him and just feeling his fingers nearly go all the way round

Teasing him by putting his fingers in your mouth and sucking while you watch tv or while he’s on his computer

Thoughts??

Hope it's cool I combined asks like this bc what I wrote would've been so similar. My thoughts? I think we both watched George's video where Dream was an axolotyl

“Does it feel good, baby?” He grinned at the whimper you released against his lips, feeling you desperately rock your hips down on his fingers. “Come on, baby, tell me. Tell me how good I feel.” he begged, voice becoming higher pitched and whinier as he pressed his lips to your neck, nipping at your pulse.

“Feels so good,” you whimpered, threading your fingers through his hair. You moaned as you felt his thick fingers stretching you open, crooking perfectly to stroke your g-spot. “Dream, you’re so big.”

There it was. He instantly moaned against your neck, fingers working even harder inside of you. “Yeah, baby? You like the way my big fingers stretch out your tight pussy? Come on, baby, don’t be shy- tell me more. Tell me how good it is, please, please, baby-”

“Yes, yes,” you panted, pulling his other hand up from your hip to wrap around your throat just how you liked it. You could feel his cock twitch against your hip as he watched the way his fingers almost touched- you were like a precious little doll compared to him. “I love it so much, it feels so good! Please, your fingers fill me up so good, but I need more! Please, Dream, I wanna feel your huge cock inside me! I want you to stretch me open so you’re the only one big enough to fuck me right ever again!”

You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he moaned, hips stuttering against you like he was trying not to come from your words alone. It definitely did something for you- seeing him crumble from a few praising words. He scrambled to shove his boxers down his thighs, pulling his fingers out of you to guide his cock to your entrance. “Gotta go slow,” he muttered, sounding like the mere thought pained him. “Don’t wanna hurt you,”

“Hurt me,” you breathed out without thinking. He went stiff above you as you continued, “I wanna feel the stretch, Dream- I can take it, fuck me rough like a good boy-” You cut yourself off with a sharp moan as he bottomed out in one thrust, grinding his hips against you like he was trying to shove himself even deeper inside of you.

“You fuckin’ want it rough,” he growled, pulling your leg up around his waist and starting a brutal pace, the wet sound of your fucking filling the room- if there was a shred of your mind not focused on the feeling of his cock filling you more than you ever thought was possible, you might’ve been embarrassed. “My little doll wants me to break her, I’ll fucking break her.”

You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck to give yourself some semblance of safety as his thrusts threatened to send you crashing up to the headboard. God he was just so big. He loomed over you as he pounded your poor pussy, completely shielding you from any light in the room with his height and broad shoulders. Even if you’d asked for it, the stretch of his cock was borderline painful, feeling like he was splitting your walls apart every time he thrust in. Still, you found yourself babbling like you couldn’t control your mouth. “Yes, yes, Dream! Aaah, you fuck me so good, Dream, you’re so big! You fill me up so well- no one could fuck me like this, you’re the only one!”

“I’m the only one,” he whispered in your ear reverently, hand on your throat tightening just the slightest bit, just enough to send you that much closer to the edge. “I’m the only one big enough to fuck you the way you need, baby- say it. Say it and I’ll let you come, just tell me what a good job I do fucking you and you can come all you want, doll.”

[angy-mouse]

no but i desperately need a part two of the club like now please pretty please

Here's part two: Takeoff!

If you were being honest you were more than shocked when Dream invited you and Sapnap to join him and George at one of his dad’s mountain chateaus for the winter. “I don’t mean to sound like a creep,” he assured you as he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles- the most PDA you could get away with while on the job. He smiled softly at your surprised expression. “George and I really like you two,” he hummed. “We’d hate to not see you all winter…”

“We’ll think about it,” you told him, tracing his jaw teasingly with your finger. “You know we shouldn’t fraternize with guests.”

“I think we’re a little past fraternization,” he purred with a smirk, but let it drop.

You talked about it with Sapnap on your drive home. “It sounds like fun,” you timidly admitted. “Maybe not for the whole winter, but maybe for a month? Live it up with the preppy rich boys in a mountain cottage and get fucked every day.” Your voice took a more sarcastic tone at the end, but you and Sap both knew you were just trying to talk yourself out of it.

“Sounds great to me,” he said with a grin, hand squeezing your thigh. “A month in a fancy-ass place with my favorite darlin’ and my two favorite guys? Sign me the hell up. Maybe if I have more than a couple hours every week to work on it I can convince Dream to let me top.”

You scoffed at that. “Fat chance! If you manage to top Dream within the month I’ll let you fuck me in that stupid ass maid dress you got me.”

“First of all,” Sapnap declared, taking his hand off your leg to hold up a finger pointedly. “I did not buy you a ‘maid dress’, I bought you a catgirl maid cosplay-”

“Oh, of course,”

“-key difference being the cat ears that you look fucking adorable and sexy in at the same time, I’m lucky you don’t abuse that power too often. Second of all,” he grinned widely. “Sounds like we have a new bet, sugar.”

The two were thrilled to hear you were accepting their offer and assured you that you didn’t need to bring any clothes or toiletries- they were going to take you both shopping. On your last day of work you found yourself being picked up in a fancy car you didn’t know the name of, Dream leaning out the driver’s side window with a huge grin and George leaping out of the passenger seat. “We’re in the back,” he whined to you, tugging you in with him. “The giants need their leg room.”

“Come on, short stacks, we gotta prep for winter,” Dream declared with a laugh, barely waiting for everyone to get their seatbelts on before peeling out of the parking lot, leaving you laughing with a deep desire to flip the place off. You quickly realized the extent of the spoiling you were about to get when at the first store you stopped at someone in a suit ran to greet you- rather, he ran to greet Dream and George, asking them how their family was. Dream responded with just enough political politeness to pass in the world of rich people while George distractedly played with yours and Sapnap’s fingers, seeming very content to be holding both your hands while Dream was left out. “We’re looking to get the four of us set up for our winter trip,”

“Of course, of course,” the salesman said, though there was a hint of disgust in his eye as he looked at the two of you in your after work clothes- you in leggings and a loose tee and Sap in basketball shorts and a Pokemon tank.

Luckily George was quick to drag Sapnap away. “Sap, come look at these trousers, you’d look so good in them!”

Dream’s hand was suddenly holding yours, tugging you to another section. “There’s some cute sweaters, come pick a few to try on, doll. Can’t have our sweet little thing getting cold.”

You spent the whole day shopping with them and you had to admit: it felt good. Dream and George filled their arms with anything you or Sap looked twice at, plus anything they thought would look good on you, then rejoined the group at the dressing rooms, sending you both into your stalls with stern instructions to show them everything. Practically every piece you came out in was met with absolute worship, praises of how amazing you looked and whispers of how much they wanted to rip it off of you. Only occasionally would a piece get rejected, immediately followed by one of the boys teasingly offering to remove the offending garment from your body- an offer you only declined because of the blushing sales attendant posted a few feet away. Sapnap was getting the same treatment and you could tell he was basking in it just as much as you were.

You had to condition yourself to pointedly avoid looking at the price tags since when you did you nearly had a heart attack and told the boys you wouldn’t let them buy it for you. “Let us?” Dream bent forward to meet your eye with a dangerous smirk on his lips. “Oh, does our precious little pet think she’s in charge? You don’t let me do anything, sweetheart. Now give me the skirt before I bend you over my knee and show everyone how I treat brats who can’t behave.” As much of an exhibitionist you were, you weren’t about to get kicked out of a store bigger than your apartment, let alone risk Dream or George ending up on the front page of some trashy tabloid. You shyly handed over the skirt and watched him light up. “Good girl,”

You’d almost forgotten the purpose of your shopping spree before Dream pulled into the small airport the private jet would be flying out of. The two dragged you and Sap into the plane to keep you from trying to help the attendants loading your bags, forcing you into your cushy seats and sitting next to you to block the way. “Have you ever flown before,” George questioned as you looked around in awe.

“Not like this,” you mumbled back as an attendant came up to your group, Dream requesting something vaguely french sounding for everyone.

“Oh, it’s lovely,” he assured you, lighting up when your eyes finally returned to him- if there was one thing about George, he basked in attention. “If you’re nervous about takeoff just let me know. I’m sure I can find a way to distract you.” You gave him a sly smile at the offer, not oblivious to his hand kneading the flesh of your thigh.

“Come on now, George,” Dream scoffed, but he wore that lazy grin he always had when one of you was being needy- like it was amusing to him. “They haven’t even finished loading the luggage and you’re already trying to get her pants off?”

“Oh, come on,” George huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him- the closest he could get to a ‘fuck you, Dream’ without getting bent over. “It’s just not fair they’re the only ones here who haven’t joined the mile high club.”

“Patience, pretty boy,” he chided, smiling as the attendant walked up and handed out glasses of wine. “Wait until we’re in the air.”

You never thought you’d join the mile high club but here you were riding George on a cushy private jet flying to a mountain chateau. This was the life.

“So pretty, darling,” George purred, holding your hips and helping you bounce on his cock. “You wrap around me so well, luv, so perfect.”

You arched your back in pleasure as he slammed into your g-spot, hearing Sapnap moan behind you. “Don’t they look so good together,” Dream purred as you looked over your shoulder. You moaned at the sight, Dream’s big hands wrapped around Sapnap’s cock and throat, keeping Sap’s eyes on you as Dream jerked him off. He smirked at you, puckering his lips in a slightly mocking kiss as he tightened his hand around Sapnap’s cock, pulling a choked moan from his throat. “Look at how beautiful she is taking his cock so well. The way his hands grip her ass and the way his cock fills her up- mmm its like a work of art, isn't it? You look so pretty, too, Sap, all red 'n flushed just from my hand. Isn't that adorable…"

A yelp was snatched from your throat when George suddenly dropped you on his cock, his tip giving a harsh tap against your cervix. “Come on, darling, am I not fucking you well enough? Hmm?” You gave another shout as he held you still with a death grip on your hips, thrusting his hips brutally up into you. “Tell me what I need to do to keep your attention.”

“No, sir,” you moaned out, straining to keep your eyes open and on him as he fucked you, seemingly dead set on pushing his way past your cervix. “Please, sir, you fuck me so well- no one fucks me like you do!”

“There’s my good girl,” he purred out, one hand moving up to tease your nipple. “I knew you just needed a little reminder of who made you feel good.”

“Yes- you make me feel good, sir! Oh god, I’m close, please let me come, sir! Please let me come on your big cock! You fill me up so good, please, fill me with your seed!”

“Atta girl,” he growled, picking up his pace and switching from toying with your nipple to rubbing your clit. “Now that you remember your place you can come. Remember to say ‘thank you’, luv.”

“Thank you,” you whined out, quickly feeling your orgasm wash over you. “Thank you, sir! Oh, thank you so much! Thank you for letting me come-” You gasped, body going stiff as you felt his cock jerk inside you, spraying your walls with his cum. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me your cum. Thank you, thank you,” you whined, rocking your hips down on him, just to make sure you milked him for everything he had. He buried his face between your breasts with a groan, holding you close as you both came down from your highs. You nuzzled into his soft hair, ready to settle down and cockwarm for the rest of your flight before you felt a warm, firm body press against your back.

“No one fucks you like George, huh?” Dream chuckled as his words made you go stiff, realizing exactly what George wanted: the others to be jealous. “I think Sap and I have something to prove now. Tell me, how many times do you think we can make you come again before this plane lands, princess?”

This, you decided as you were lifted off George’s lap, was going to be the best vacation ever.

[angy-mouse]

Imagine being a god and Dream being your mortal (kinda like c!george and XD) one night your watching over him and you can tell he’s having a wet dream and you decide to help him 😩 also can it be afab? Love your writing <3

You’d always mocked the other gods for their obsession with mortals. Trixtin took one as her angel, XD had an unhealthy attachment to the one who was always sleeping- even Foolish decided to go down in flesh and live amongst them! Fools, you’d called them. They were petty creatures with miniscule lifespans- this kind of affection they felt would only result in heartbreak when their favorite pet inevitably died, then the gods would forget all about them in only a few centuries or so- maybe less.

But not this one. Your mortal was different- he was special. You watched him convince everyone around him to further his own goals. It was his ambition that drew you in. You’d watched hundreds of civilizations rise and fall without much note, all those people often doing nothing to change their situation. Even as their community fell apart at its core, they simply accepted their fate and fulfilled the unspoken prophecy. Not your Dream. No, he knew what he wanted and he worked towards it no matter who or what was in his way. You adored it. It brought you joy in the mundane existence you were trapped in. Even as he was trapped in this prison you watched him, observing as he wrote in his little notebook, seeing him plan and plot all the while. It was delicious.

At first you were disappointed when you checked in on him and found him asleep in his cell- blasted circadian rhythms, you thought to yourself. You quickly got over it though as you noted how sweet he looked in his sleep, mask cast to the side and finally at peace with his pretty golden locks laid over his forehead. At least, you decided, while he’s asleep he’s holding still and you can admire him.

You became concerned when his expression soured, thinking he was going to wake up, but your gaze was drawn to his hips as he uselessly thrust against the air. Ah, you cooed to yourself, this is what humans call a ‘wet dream’. Silly little things can’t even control their own bodies- how precious! Surely it wouldn’t hurt to pop into the dream and see what it was like, you figured. After all, you knew XD did that all the time with his human and had so far faced no repercussions.

The dream materialized around you and you were greeted by your human in complete undress, a gray, unfocused figure touching his thighs. You were caught off guard by the noises Dream was making- oh, they were just delicious! Moans and whines spilled from his lips, sweeter than anything you’d ever heard before. His cock was positively pretty, swollen and blushing pink where it stood between his thighs, so perfectly thick and long. You listened to him whine and curse as the second figure avoided touching him where he needed it most, feeling a tug of pity in your stomach. Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to make your presence known. After all, he was dreaming- he had no reason to believe any of this was more than a figment of his imagination. And it would be such a shame to just watch…

You took the place of the gray figure on your knees in front of him, dismissing the figment. “Tell me where you need it,” you murmured against his inner thigh as you pressed soft kisses to the skin. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him pick up his head to look down at you with furrowed brows before quickly dismissing any confusion as your lips trailed higher. He’d gratefully take the sight of an ethereal, gorgeous woman in his fantasy instead of the usual blank slate.

Dream cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to his cock. “Come on now,” he groaned, sighing in bliss as you placed a soft kiss on his tip. “Suck me off, baby, be a good girl for me,”

You timidly took his tip into your mouth- you’d caught glimpses countless times of all of the universe’s creatures procreating over the millennia but, admittedly, you’d never taken an interest in participating yourself. Luckily your precious human seemed to be enjoying himself as you took him down your throat, clumsily tonguing his cock. Deep moans rumbled out of his throat as he felt himself sink far past where any normal person could take him- and you weren’t even gagging? Best dream ever, he decided as he fucked your throat. “Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, petting your soft hair before threading his fingers through it to control your pace. “There ya go, baby- mmm I’m gonna come right down your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all for me, princess. Come on, take it, pretty little whore,”

Oh my, you thought to yourself. What a mouth your precious little human had on him. No mortal had ever had the gall to address you any way other than with praise and reverence- you kind of liked this. He sure had courage- something like that should be rewarded, you decided. You sucked him off as best you could, which was admittedly better than any human due to your lack of that pesky gag reflex, letting him ruthlessly fuck into your mouth until he came with a pleased moan. You swallowed just like he asked (mm, tangy, you observed) until his cock was jerking from the sensitivity and his hand in your hair gently tugged you away.

Dream relaxed into the bedding around him, expecting to wake up any minute, but you weren’t done playing with him just yet. You gently suckled on his tip, trailing your fingertip along the underside of his cock and using your power to coax him back to life until he was standing proud once again. You were positively thrilled as you straddled his lap, barely hearing the small noise of curiosity he made before you slammed your hips down until you could grind your clit on his pelvis. He let out a choked sound as he was suddenly wrapped tightly in your wet heat but you paid him no mind- he felt so good. You regretted not trying this sooner as your walls were forced to spread for his thick cock- you could see why the other gods were so enraptured with their little humans because you weren’t sure you’d be able to let him return to his usual life after this.

You purred in bliss as you bounced yourself on his lap, tilting your head curiously as your little human yelped and scrambled for a hold on your hips. “A-ah! Stop- I can’t- mmm!!” Ah, you realized, you brought him back to full hardness but couldn’t do anything for his sensitivity… Oh well.

“I thought you wanted me to ‘take it,’” you teased with a giggle as his nails sank into the meat of your hips- he was a fool if he thought he could overpower you, but you found his ignorance awfully cute. “Darling little thing, I’m going to take whatever I please from you,” you purred, cupping his chin and forcing him to look you in the eye. You could see the moment when he decided maybe this wasn’t totally in his imagination but you couldn’t force yourself to care all that much when he was making you feel so good. You hummed in delight as he came again, flooding your insides with a moan that sounded like it’d been ripped out of him as you continued to ride. “You’re so cute,” you giggled as his eyes became fuzzy and he started babbling incoherently. “Silly little human- oh, I’d love to play with you more. Come on, now, dear, give me an orgasm before I have to go and I promise I’ll come play with you again.”

Through his fucked-stupid mind, through his wondering if this was even a dream anymore, through the absolutely delicious sound of your pussy full of his cum bouncing on his aching cock, he managed a single coherant thought: he needed to fuck you again. He peeled one hand off your hip to rub your clit, desperately trying to find a rhythm you liked as he leaned forward to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You let out gasping moans to encourage him- you could understand how so many wars had been waged over this. It felt positively divine. To have your little human worshipping you with his body instead of his words? My, it was almost sinful.

You almost lost control of yourself as your very first orgasm shook your body. You wrapped your arms around Dream’s shoulders for stability as your legs shook, unintentionally smothering his face between your tits but rest assured he had no objections. Your walls fluttering around him coaxed one more orgasm from him as well and he nearly cried into your cleavage- he came less this time, you noted once the unfamiliar pleasure had subsided. You felt pride swell in your chest- you’d emptied him.

You gently peeled his face away from your skin, caressing his cheeks and rubbing your noses together with a smile. “You did so well for me, little worshipper,” you cooed to him. You delighted in the unfocused look in his eyes as he dopily grinned up at you- this, you decided, was what a devoted subject looked like. “I promise I’ll be back very soon,” you giggled.

Dream woke up thinking about what a dream he’d had for about three seconds before the feeling of his jumpsuit slicked to his skin sank in. When he threw his meager blanket to the side he found his pants soaked completely through, the outline of his spent cock clear. He thought if it was a realistic dream, if he’d jerked off in his sleep- more importantly, he thought about how disappointed he was to find he hadn’t filled the ethereal woman with his cum. That was okay, he decided as he shucked his clothes to find his balls sensitive and empty. He smiled to himself, wider than he’d smiled since being shoved in this dreadful cell.

You promised you’d be back.

[angy-mouse]

this is my first time sending a request but i was thinking like angry sex or smth with dream team. like they were going to a party with reader (she/her if possible :)) and told her to stick with them but she got mad and wandered around. they get annoyed after they found out they lost her and were got really mad after they found her hanging out with another guy so they go home and have angry sex.

(it’s totally okay if you don’t want to or if you want to change it abit, your choice) ly <3

I'd been thinking about a chapter where reader and sap take their rich boys to a party and this fit so yay. I did change it up a bit and couldn't fit the sex in and its 1.7k that I'm incredibly dissappointed in so there's that.

PSA: this is the beginning of a bunch of works that I'm not proud of but usually y'all like it anyways so I'm queing them anyway

When Sapnap told you he’d invited your two new sugar daddies/fuck buddies to the bonfire this weekend you were frankly shocked. “You invited Mr. ‘collared shirts and sweater vests’ and Mr. ‘I bought a yacht and filled it with video games so I can game in the bermuda triangle’ to a bonfire? No offense to them but it’s not exactly their scene.”

“They wanted to come,” he reasoned with a shrug. “...I may or may not have let it slip that you bought some daisy dukes with the money they tipped you last week.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head with a soft smile. “...did you have to explain what daisy dukes were?”

He cackled at that. “Yes! God, those two are cute but fucking rich people,”

“Fucking rich people,” you echoed with a laugh.

Sapnap did his best to prepare George and Dream for the bonfire. He walked them through what to wear (“I swear to god if anything you’re wearing cost three digits you’re gonna deep throat my cock the entire drive there”) and picked them up in his pickup from Dream’s shockingly modest house. It was gorgeous, as it seemed everything involving Dream was, but by no means the mansion Sap was expecting.

“Don’t you look cute,” George chirped as he slid into the middle seat, rubbing Sapnap’s chest over his tight black tee.

“Very, cute,” Dream agreed with a purr as he sandwiched George between them. He furrowed his brow as they pulled out, seeing the backseat empty. “Where’s our little doll?”

“Already there,” Sap rushed to soothe, stretching his arm across the back of the seat to rub Dream’s shoulder. “She got a ride with some of her friends so they could get ready together.”

George huffed, crossing his arms. “Well then what are we doing wasting time? I wanna see my darling,”

Sapnap scoffed but shifted gears anyways, borderline speeding to the lake just to feel the way George clung to him and hear Dream’s yells of joy as the wind whipped in through the open windows. He managed to get a parking spot right on the beach by leaning out the window and shouting ‘make way, we’ve got beer!’ and watching the partiers scatter to make room. He let the rich boys take in the sight of about a hundred people scattered all over the beach, sand peppered with all kinds of coolers, towels, chairs and even clothing, as he pulled the cooler out of the bed.

“Alright, where’d our little sugar run off to,” he mused, startling at the sour look on Dream’s face- not the expression of someone who just saw their fuckbuddy in daisy dukes.

“Who’s that tool she’s dancing with,” he growled. Sapnap searched the crowd while the other two stewed, letting out a similar noise of displeasure when he finally spotted you. You were a sight to see, that was for sure, cute little booty shorts and a low-cut tank top clinging to your body as your open flannel that he was pretty certain came from his closet swayed with every movement you made- he couldn’t help feeling smug as he realized you’d unintentionally matched your outfit to his with your black shirt, flannel, and denim bottoms. No, the issue was the familiar blond prick with his hands on your hips.

“Punz. He’s cool enough, just can’t keep his hands to himself,” he grumbled, grabbing Dream’s arm as he started to stomp towards the two. “Ah-ah, where you goin’?”

Dream turned to him with a sickly sweet smile that actually made him feel a little on-edge. “I’m going to show both of them who she belongs to,” he said simply- because to him it was that simple.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work,” Sap told him. “Remember the rules, boys: we are not dating. She’s not ours, so we’re not allowed to act jealous.” He let out a strained breath. “No matter how badly I want an excuse to lay his ass out- what the fuck is George doing?”

The two were left dumbfounded as George strolled up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. You whipped around to see the culprit and lit up, abandoning your borderline-grinding with Punz to give the brit a hug. “There you are, Georgie!”

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he chirped, grinning with false regret at Punz. “Sorry to interrupt, I just couldn’t let this one get away with not giving me my hug,”

Luckily Punz simply laughed it off. “I know what you mean- little thing thought she could steal from my cooler without a dance.”

You huffed as George faked a dramatic gasp- you didn’t need two guys you’ve fucked around with teaming up against you, you knew how that played out. “I just wanted to try one of your white claws,” you excused, pressing yourself deeper into the hug to try and gain some sympathy. “I didn’t think you would mind.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, bunny,” Punz purred with a cheeky grin. “Especially not when I get to watch you bend over to get it in those shorts.”

“Speaking of,” George stage-whispered into your ear. “I think I’ve been over here long enough for Dream and Sap to start getting jealous that I’m stealing your attention so we should go say hi, hmm, baby?”

You hummed out an ‘mmkay’ and flashed Punz a cheeky grin with a wave of your fingers as George pulled you away. “See you later, Punz, save me another dance?”

“Of course, anything for you, cutie,” he tossed back. George glanced over his shoulder, allowing himself a small displeased grumble as he saw Punz’s eyes glued to your ass as you walked away- it didn’t matter, though, he quickly decided. You chose him over the frat boy and he’d make sure to reward you for it later.

“God damn pretty priveledged mother fucker,” Sapnap laughed as he watched George lead you back to where the two guys had found a log near the fire to claim for your group. Dream stayed silent as you skipped up, tossing your arms around Sapnap’s shoulders since he was closest and also in charge of the cooler.

“Sap, did you bring my drinks?”

“Maybe,” he hummed, resting his cheek against your chest. “What would you give me for them?”

You smiled down at him, stroking his hair as you turned his face into your chest. “I’ll take them once you’re dead,” you decided as you weakly tried to suffocate him. The three burst out laughing as Sapnap easily pulled out of your hold and pulled you down to sit on his leg.

“How did you get drunk so fast,” he mused, watching you immediately forget your murderous plan in favor of tucking yourself under his flannel to steal his warmth. “Let’s switch you to water, sugar.”

“I want a soda,” you protested, leaning to try to grab something out of the cooler for yourself. All three boys lept to grab you as you started to topple off Sapnap’s lap. “Whoops,” you squeaked, hands latching onto Dream’s forearm that he threw in front of you. You blinked up at him, tipsy mind trying to comprehend why he looked upset for a split second before your thoughts shifted to ‘ooh he’s so cute.’ “Dream! Can I have a soda, please?”

He sighed with a soft smile as you pulled out your best puppy eyes and pout- the whole 9 yards. “I saw Sap packed some ginger ale,” he said, fishing one out and pressing it into your hands. “Try to sip slowly, alright, doll? We don’t want our precious little thing getting sick.”

You eagerly nodded, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” you chirped before settling back into Sapnap’s chest. You missed Sap’s sympathetic grin and George’s muffled laughter as Dream took in a sharp breath at the title, fingers digging into his palms. Later, he told himself.

The rest of the bonfire breezed by in a flurry of music, drinking, marshmallow-roasting and conversation until you were pressed between Dream and Sapnap in the front of the pickup while George dozed off in the backseat. “Did you have fun, Dream?”

You heard him hum, nuzzling deeper into his shoulder- he’d offered himself as designated driver since he didn’t drink often anyways but to you that meant he’d offered his shifting arm as your personal cuddle buddy. “It was more comfortable than most parties I’ve been to,” he admitted somewhat begrudgingly. “...I think I’d enjoy it a bit more if it was just the four of us.”

You gave a half-questioning half-understanding hum. “You didn’t like my friends?”

“Your friends are lovely, princess,” he assured you, moving his hand from the gearshift to knead your exposed thigh. “Puffy, Niki, Bad and Skeppy- they’re great, they’re all really nice.”

You hummed. “What about Minx and Punz?” You smiled lazily as he grumbled in response. “Aw, is someone jealous?”

He let out a deep breath after a second, tightening his grip on the wheel and your leg. “...Yeah, I was. I know I have no reason to be because we’re not exclusive or anything- but I am, okay? I don’t like the way Punz was grinding on you, I don’t like the way Minx was so eager to follow you to the bathroom, and I fucking hated the way they stared at you-”

“They stare at me the same way you do,” you giggled. You weren’t terribly drunk, but enough that you found the situation adorable.

“I know,” he groaned. “...I may not be allowed to act jealous, but that’s not going to stop me from feeling it.” He turned to look you in the eye as he stopped at a stop sign. “And, princess, as soon as you’re sober I can promise you’re going to be feeling it, too. I’m gonna mark up that pretty neck with hickeys, I’m gonna smack your ass red- I’m going to make you mine, baby. Do you understand me?”

You smiled up at him and nodded, leaning forward to bunny-kiss his nose. “Yes, daddy,” you chirped, watching him smile and nod before turning his attention back to the road. “...I always come back to you three,” you told him.

He didn’t respond but his hand gave a gentle squeeze on your thigh and you settled back into his side for the rest of the drive to his house where you could sleep off your hangover in peace with your three favorite people.

[angy-mouse]

Can you do another demon!dream smut where she’s feeling kind of low about herself and as Dream’s a pride demon he just can’t have that and goes through everything (in words and actions) what he loves about her including her whimpers when she’s needy and the way she grips his dick when she cums xx

so... this was supposed to be like 600ish words... but instead its over 2k... so... yeah... don't judge me

Dream had been watching you all day. Was it creepy of him? By human standards of the time, he supposed, but you couldn’t expect him to keep up with the constantly changing social rules your kind made up. No matter- you summoned him, which made you his to be creepy about as he so pleased. Well, he admitted to himself, that wasn’t the real reason you were his. He’d admit in the privacy of his own mind that he liked you far better than any other contract he had. But that wasn’t important at the moment. That could be settled later, when you weren’t flinching at your own reflection.

That simply wouldn’t do- that wouldn’t do at all. A self-respecting pride demon with as many souls under his belt as Dream did couldn’t have his beloved darling- ahem, his contract feeling anything except ecstatic to look at yourself. He slinked up behind you, folding his hands behind his back to restrain himself from touching you as he watched over your shoulder as you folded your laundry. “What are you up to, doll?” He frowned when you mumbled a half-hearted response, leaning forward to press his chest to your back. He allowed his hands to come forward and loosely hold your hips, rubbing his thumbs just above your soft sleep shorts with the same tenderness he used to trace his lips along your shoulders, exposed from your baggy shirt.

Just like he predicted you would, you stiffened as he made contact with your bare skin. “Sweet thing,” he purred, nuzzling into your neck. “I can tell you’re feeling down, you know. I can sense when you’re lacking my sin. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, hmm? Come on, let Dreamy fix all your troubles, baby.”

You whimpered, mind focusing on his warmth against you and his hands rubbing your hips and allowing his power to creep into the back of your mind. “I just don’t feel great about myself today, just leave it alone, Dream.”

“Leave it alone?” He felt a sense of pride fill him when you whimpered from his growl against your skin, bringing one hand up to loosely wrap around your neck and turn your head to the mirror you’d been pointedly ignoring. “How can I do that when you insult the most gorgeous creature on this plane of existence?” You averted your eyes- you didn’t believe him. He gave your cheek a rough pat, directing you back to the mirror. “Keep your eyes on the reflection, baby.”

He pulled you away from the laundry to stand directly in front of the mirror, holding your chin gently and tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. “Just look at that pretty face,” he purred, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Your beautiful eyes that I wanna stare into, that cute little nose and the way you scrunch it when I make you frustrated- did you know I do it on purpose sometimes just to see it? I say something to annoy you just enough to see that cute little scrunch without upsetting you too much. And those pretty lips- oh, I just wanna kiss ‘em all day, baby.”

He tried not to grin as you let out a shaky breath as his admission. He could feel his sin infecting your mind, fueled by his words and the thoughts they were implanting in your mind: he likes my eyes? My lips? He even likes my nose, of all things? He knew his sin was helping his words break through your insecurity, making his words overpower your own thoughts as his voice became dominant in your mind. “You do?”

Dream almost cried at the dumbfounded tone in your breathy question. He’d had his suspicions about how such an ameteur could summon a high ranking demon like him and this solidified it: you needed him badly. Luckily for you, he was more than eager to stay with you for as long as you needed, helping you however he can. He trailed his lips along the shell of your ear, whispering directly into your ear and sending his sin straight to your brain. “I do, doll. I love when you let me kiss you. I could spend all day kissing your sweet lips-” He dropped his tone, delighting in the shivers it sent down your spine. “I bet I could come in my pants just from your kisses.”

“Wha-” Your breath hitched as he nipped your earlobe playfully, running his sharp fangs along the shell. “...What else… do you like about me?”

Gotcha. “Oh, everything, doll. Here,” he prompted, tugging at your shirt. “Let’s get this off and I can show you.” You nodded dumbly, watching your reflection as he pulled off your shirt- he’d hide it later, he decided. Buy you something more flattering to replace it with- something green. “Look at that,” he marvelled, fingertips tracing feather light across your skin. “Such a gorgeous thing you are,"

Dream's hands traced your form like he wanted to commit it to memory. He didn't grope you- he wasn't some common human male looking to get his dick wet. No, instead he simply caressed you, even when he reached your tits and playfully thumbed your nipples. "See how your body responds to me? I love that, too," he mused as he worked your nipples to peaks under his touch. He let you lean your full weight back against him, supporting you and letting you relax. "That's it, pet, let Dream take good care of you. Oh, doll, I'm going to show you every little thing I love about you, don't you worry. And I promise you'll love every second of it- just don't take your eyes off that mirror."

You whimpered and nodded in response, breathless as he moaned in response. “I love that about you, too, baby. You take instruction so well. My pretty little doll knows I always know what’s best, huh? You know I’m gonna treat my pet right.” He sucked a few marks onto your collarbone, delighting in the way you simply moaned and let him, lost in the way he caressed your body. “There,” he gushed when the marks began to turn a reddish purple. “A few pretty marks on my pretty pet’s pretty neck. Oh, I’d love to cover your body in love bites, you know that? To decorate you in gold chains and purple marks and nothing else.” He sighed like it pained him not to- which it did. “Another time,” he decided.

He lowered himself to his knees, trailing kisses down your back as he did until he reached the waistband of your shorts. His hands held you steady by your hips as his lips followed your shorts from one side of your waist to the other, smiling coyly when you whimpered. “Can I take them off, doll? I wanna see your gorgeous legs in full- won’t you let me?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, watching him slip his fingers into the waistband and slowly pull them and your underwear down, his lips making sure to cover every inch of skin he exposed. Once you stepped out of them Dream wrapped his arms loosely around your hips, leaning his head against your waist.

“Look at that,” he whispered reverently as he took in your naked reflection. “Do you see how gorgeous you are, doll? I do. I see it every day.” He hesitated- he didn’t want to bring anyone else into your special moment together, but he could feel you still resisting his sin and that just wouldn’t do. “Sapnap saw it, too,” he admitted. He saw you start at that and started trailing wet kisses along your waistline. “That day he came and caused trouble. You know he tried to convince me to trade contracts with him? He thought he could trick me into giving you up but I didn’t fall for it, pet. No, I’d never give up my darling little pet. Do you know why?” You shook your head, slowly falling into sin with him.

Dream gently guided you to turn around, pressing your back to the mirror. He pressed a sweet kiss to your stomach, just above your small bush, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “I may have fallen from grace,” he murmured, torn wings rustling behind him as the mention of his fall sent a shiver down his spine. “But I’ve found my salvation and that’s you, pet.”

He felt you finally succumb to his sin as he kissed his way between your thighs, hoisting your thighs over his shoulders and letting you ride his face like that. He practically melted as your instinctive bucks of your hips turned more deliberate, taking what you wanted from his mouth. “Yes,” you breathed, one hand pressed against the mirror behind you and the other buried in his soft hair. “I am- hah- your salvation.”

Dream could have cheered. Even as he licked and sucked at your clit and tongue fucked your pussy, bringing you closer to the orgasm you so desperately deserved, you were swelling with pride. I deserve this, he could hear you thinking. He’s here for me, to take care of me. I deserve to be taken care of like this. He had you. He eagerly swallowed everything you gave him as you came, wiping his chin and using that to slick up his throbbing cock.

“Let me worship you,” he whispered as he lowered you off his shoulders, letting you slide down the mirror. “My pure little pet- let me corrupt you. Wouldn’t you like that, doll? I promise I’ll take care of you so well- oh, I wouldn’t dare leave my darling pet unsatisfied. Won’t you let me fuck you, baby? Feel the way you wrap around my cock so well- like I was made to please you, baby.”

“Yes, yes,” you moaned, taking his cock into your hand and moaning as you were reminded of his shape and size. He moaned right along with you, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, doll, thank you for gracing my cock with your touch. Please, please stop- you’re too perfect to waste your energy trying to get off a lowly sin demon.” It was a lie of course- he was by no means lowly and would be the first to admit it, but the words did their job as your ego swelled- you were his goddess now, the divine being he worshipped. Maybe some other time he’d flip it and make you pledge your faith to him in order to come, but for now you deserved to feel worshipped. You helped him guide his cock into your folds, crying out from the stretch as he slowly fed you inch by inch. “You can take it, pet,” he assured you. “You’re so perfect, always taking my cock so well.” You used your hand in his hair to drag his mouth to yours, drowning the almost painful stretch in his lips.

You moaned against him as you felt the ridges of his cock drag against your walls as you finally found yourself seated at his base. “Fuck,” you whined, rocking your hips down to see if you’d really managed to take all of him with little prep.

“I told you,” he muttered against your ear. “You wrap around me so perfectly, doll- makes me wanna just keep you on my cock all day long. You feel even better when you come, though. Can I make you come, precious? As many times as you want, I promise- just say the word and I promise to fuck you until you can’t see straight. I’ll train your perfect pussy to only come when I’m inside you so that I can properly serve my goddess, what do you think about that?”

By the time he finished his speech you had finally adjusted to the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. “Please,” you moaned, grinding your hips against him. “Please, fuck me, Dream.”

“Now how could I say no to my goddess?”