#myct fic

[fruggin-bitch]

ELLOOOOTUMBLR

FINALE CHAPTER OF MY HERMIT!TOMMY FIC HAS FINALLY BEEN POSTED!!!

GO READ!! <3

[soulsyo]

[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

[pink---condoms]

Take my breath away

unlovedbikerboy!Sapnap x loveseeking!Reader

Genre: Love story & a tiny bit of unwanted smut mentioned

Warnings: mentions of Sapnap's real name Nick, mentions of underage drinking, y/n being in a toxic relationship, abusive relationship, mentions of cheating and sex, backstabbing best friend & cursing.

Preview!: Y/n was in a toxic relationship with a boy named Adam.He use to be constantly bringing random girls home in their house to fuck them in the bedroom, that was once filled with love.Y/n would spend every night on the coach trying her best to sleep without crying ,but she always failed to hold in her emotions.And everytime time she'd try to leave him,he'd always gaslight her,manipulate her and blackmail her into thinking she's the problem.One day, one of Adam's friend was throwing a Halloween party and they were both invited to come.Adam had forced her that day to dress in the smallest costume possible.Through out the party she was smothered with the feeling of uncomfortable.Little did she know she was being watched and her knight in shining armor had came to rescue her.

Your Author p.o.v

Moans and skin slapping echoed through out the house, this is the fifth time for the month already.Y/n layed on the living room couch, a pillow sandwiched her head to try an block out the disturbing noises that was heard outside the room.But, nothing could stop her from hearing the smallest moan that escaped the room.

This wasn't the first time Adam had done this.There was plenty other nights where she got so fed up,that she slept in the car with only a pillow.The next day he wouldn't even bother to apologize or to ask if she slept well even though it was pointless.

Y/n tried multiple times to end they relationship but it was no use he always blackmailed her, telling her if she left him he'd kill himself and pin it on her.She even told him to do so that she wouldn't care if she got arrested but all she got was a slap to the right cheek and no food for three days.

His friends wasn't any difference.Every time they came over she would be treated like a maid, running back and forth to get them what they wanted.Y/n hated all of them but she knew if she didn't listen to them,there would be consequences for her actions when they left.

Halloween was approaching and Adam friends decided to throw a costume party, inviting over one hundred people including Y/n and Adam.Y/n didn't want to go,she insisted for Adam to go alone but all he did was throw her costume that he picked out at her.

The costume barely covered her ass, the slightest movement would have her ass out on the open.He could've at least let her picked her own costume.The costume role was an angel, a white fluffy skirt, a lace almost see through cropped top, stocking that reached her mid thighs with large platform heels and lastly a halo head band.

Y/n quickly got ready, not even bothering to do her hair just pasting the brush through her hair to get rid of any knots.She wanted to look good even though the costume wasn't her taste she decided to match her makeup to it.

Adam's costume role was supposedly supposed to be hot but to her it looked goofy asf.His costume was black suit with fake blood tinting it in random places, let's not forget his fake rolex watch.

The drive to the party was 15 minutes long.Y/n could feel his gaze on her, basically eye fucking her.While most girls who would've blush and enjoy his stare, Y/n hated it.She was uncomfortable and disgusted by him and herself.

After awhile, they both arrived at the party which was stacked with people.As they entered, Y/n's nostrils was instantly filled with the smell of weed,alcohol and sex.

Adam's friend greeted them as soon as they entered the house which only Adam returned.One of his friends eyes instantly dropped down her body, checking her out shamelessly in front of his own girlfriend.Your best friend.

Adam talked to his friends like you weren't right there.After awhile,your feet were starting to kill you from standing up so long until, one of his friend's girlfriend requested they all sit down which to Y/n's luck they all agreed.

They all sat down in the living room,Y/n made sure to put some distance between her and Adam.Having nothing to do, she decided to listen to what they were talking about.Big mistake.

She ear dropped and regretted it, they were all talking bout how good your best friend took them one by one.She knew her best friend hooked up with a lot of guys but, she never knew she'd betray her like this.

It's not like she loved Adam,she hated him but still at some point in life she did and it hurt to know that he fucked her best friend behind her back.

Her eyes welled up with tears while thinking about how messed up her life has been in the past year.She lost the man she once loved, she lost the girl she shared all her trauma and secrets with and most importantly she lost herself.

Y/n p.o.v

I tilt my head down, not wanting anyone to see me crying.The LED lighting made it easier for me to quickly wipe my tears without anyone noticing.Adam didn't seem to notice, not like I wanted him to notice I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

To which I can't even tell him without him hitting me once we reached home.I pulled at the end of my skirt uncomfortably, suddenly noticing the way people were staring at me.

I hated this place and the people present here, I just wanted my old life back where I used to be happy.

Suddenly feeling like I needed to use the washroom, I tug Adam's arm to tell him where I was going.He just shooed me away 'ass crack' I thought to myself.

I already knew where the bathroom was, so I didn't need to ask anyone for help.I hurried up and did my business, before washing my hands and exiting that shit smelling washroom.

As I made my way back to the living room, I kept my head down and squeezed my way through the drunk crowd.And when I finally looked up where I was before, my heart dropped.My best friend was seated on Adam's lap, making out with him.

"What the fuck Adam!"

I yelled at him.They both jumped away from each other like lightning had strike them.

"I went to bathroom for five minutes and this is what I come back too" I managed to get out, tears clouding my sight.

I was so happy, it's finally over.

I still had to put on a act, almost everyone attention was us now.

"Y/n I'm sorry" was all he said.I wasn't complaining, all the sleepless nights, crying, arguments and the pain are over.

"It's over between us Adam" was all I said, before making my way out of the house.

I had no idea where I was gonna go now, but at least I wasn't going home with him.I sat on the porch of the house, chugging down a beer I grabbed from someone on my way out.

"Are you ok?" a voice questioned

I looked up to see where the voice came from, my eyes widened to the man in front of me.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nick's p.o.v

"Are you ok?" I asked the beautiful stranger, after seeing the shit that went down a few minutes ago.

Instead of getting a response, the mysterious girl just held eye contact with me.I took the opportunity to glance over her features, big doe eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, naturally long eyelashes, chubby cheeks and her perfect pink lips.

She was perfectly beautiful.

Neither of us spoke, nor did we break the eye contact that was held.

"Huh"

She finally spoke up, looking away and breaking our eye contact

God her voice, it was like a lullaby being sang by an angel.

"Are you ok?, you know from all the shit that went down between you and your boyfriend a few minutes ago". I repeated myself, but making obvious on what I was asking.

"Yeah I'm honestly relief that we're done with each other" She responded.

"Why?"I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I was curious.

Without replying, she lifted her shirt a little, showing me a bruise that still looked fresh.

"Oh" was all I managed to say.He had been abusing her, why would anyone want to abuse her.I'm not saying anyone should be abuse, but it's her, just look at her.

She looked at me with a small frown, before looking away again."You got what you wanted to hear, shouldn't you be going now?"she questioned.

"No? I wanted to hangout with you, unless you don't want to or your leaving" I responded, and she looks back at me with those eyes again.fuck.

"You wanna hangout with me?" she points to herself her, voice laced with confusion, still looking up at me.

"Yeah unless you don't want too, it's ok" I said, making eye contact with her once again.

"Uh sure" her reply was short an simple, but I didn't push it, I'm getting to hang with her.

"What's your name?" she questioned, I took a seat on the porch where she sat."Nick, what about you, what's your name?" she looks at me before responding.

"Y/n" she said

Oh Y/n.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n" I put my hand out to her for a handshake, which she took."It's nice to meet you Nick"she shook my hand with a smile on her face.

The time flew by fast, I didn't even realize it been two hours already, she didn't seem to notice either.

"You wanna get out of here?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask her.A slow smile made it's way up her face "sure, where do you wanna go?"

"Come with me" I stand up, and offered my hand to her.She took my hand hesitantly, "I won't kidnap you, don't worry" I chuckled at her.

"Don't joke about it" she lightly tapped my shoulder, causing me to laugh out.

I noticed she was still holding onto my hand, so I interviewed both of our fingers together.She glanced back at me before turning away, with those two seconds she looked at me I saw red her cheeks had gotten.

Fuck.This woman would be the death of me.

Your Author p.o.v

Nick held on to Y/n's hand gently, as he led her through the shrinking crowd, to where his motorbike was parked.As they reached closer tothe bike Nick couldn't help but to notice how her hand trembled from the cold wind, without a second thought he took off his leather jacket,wrapping it around her small figure.

He was so close to her, she could've smell his expensive cologne.A blush spread around both of their faces when they realize how close they were.

"Um you sit over here, you'll need to grab onto me" Nick stated looking away, his face still burning bright red.

As he started the bike, she hugged his back lightly suddenly feeling a little frightened."You can hug me if your scard, I don't mind" he said after feeling her grip tighten around him slightly.

After making sure they were both secured, he took off, heading to where he always hang around. The beach.

Feeling the cool breeze, Y/n tilted her head back enjoying the wind that brush past her. She didn't know why she trusted Nick so much, literally three hours ago she didn't even know he existed, yet she trusted him more than she ever trusted Adam.

She didn't even realize the bike came to a halt, she was to busy enjoying the peace she hasn't felt in a long time. Nick climbed out the bike, before helping her out as well.

In silence, they sat on the sand, listening and watching how the gentle waves crash onto the beach shore. The full moon shined brightly onto them, setting a romantic tension between the strangers-friends.

Neither of them wanted to break the silence nor did they wanted it to keep on going. "I like it here, it's very nice" Y/n said, finally breaking the tension.

"Yeah I come here all the time whenever I feel stress" Nick responded, turning to look at the girl who sat at his right.

Even in a state of mess, she still looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Nick thought to himself, admiring the girl who he was so whipped up for after knowing her for only three hours. "So it's like your secret spot? "Y/n asked, turning to him only to find him already looking at her.

She didn't know why but seeing the way he looked at her somehow flustered her. "Yeah it is, it's nice to finally share it with someone" he chuckled, causing her to burst out in fits of giggles.

Soon they laughter died down, which left them gazing into each other eyes. Y/n couldn't understand why her heart was beating so fast for him.

Nick could also feel his heart, beating so fast, like it wanted to jump out his chest. Not realizing, they both were leaning in towards each other, still holding the eye contact with each other.

"Y/n" he said softly, as if he was scared the world would hear and ruin it for him. "Yes Nick" she answered back with the same tenderness in her voice.

"Please let me kiss you, only this once" he gazed into her eyes with hope. "You can kiss me Nick" she replied, to which he instantly cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips up against hers softly.

Almost immediately she kissed him back, it was like she was waiting for all night. Her hands moved up to behind his neck, while his dropped to her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss was passionate, it was like a kiss between to souls that's finally been connected. Sadly, the kiss was broken apart, only for them to catch their breath.

Much to Nick's disappointment, he was happy he got to kiss her. With unsteady breath, they rested they forehead against each other's.

Her eyes were still closed, when he spoke up. "Y/n" he called out, "Mhm" she answered with her eyes still shut. "Look at me" slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted with instant eye contact with him.

"Give me a chance, give me a chance to hold you, to love you, to care for you, to worry about you, to know you, just give me a chance I promise to treat you right, better than your shitty ex boyfriend ever did, take how much time you need just don't say no to me"

She didn't mean to get emotional, but she couldn't help it. No one ever been so sincere with her after Adam.

Small tears clouded her eyes, as his words replayed in her head. Noticing the tears in her eyes, Nick starts to panic, thinking he probably fucked up or made her uncomfortable.

Not knowing what the future holds, they were happy.

She gave him a chance.

Not directly to be her lover, but to prove himself to her.

In which he did.

They were soulmates.

Lovers.

[aninklingof]

Just a Dream

Hello, I wrote a fic 😊

This is an AU where Dream’s bed is possessed by a tickle monster. There will (hopefully) be at least 2 more parts after (Part 2 here). Also there’s fanart of the scene at the end 😁

Thanks @skylolasaysstuffsblog for proofreading the first part ❤️

Lee! Dream supremacy!!! 💚

Warnings: swearing, slightly intense tickles ✨platonic!✨

Enjoy!

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Dream blinked his eyes open slowly. He didn’t know what time it was, but his body told him it was too early to be awake. He willed himself to roll over to go back to sleep but he did nothing more than wiggle a little, seemingly stuck to the bed on his back spreadeagled.

Realizing that he couldn’t move was the kick he needed to gain full clarity. Dream pulled at his wrists but they didn’t move. He lifted his head to look down at his ankles, but his eyes found something much worse.

A tall shadowy blob with purple catlike eyes towered over him from the foot of his bed. Tentacles squirmed over the walls and ceiling— Dream couldn’t tell if they were shadows or not.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” the creature purred.

“Who— wh-what are you..?” Dream stuttered.

“I am the new tenant under your bed. I was just creeping out for a midnight snack, and it seems I’ve found one.”

Dream didn’t like the sound of that.

“Wha-what do you mean t-teNAT—!!” The blonde man squealed and squirmed upon feeling a curious flick from one of the figure’s tentacles against his side.

“Sensitive one aren’t we~?” The creature cooed. “I’m gonna have fun with you~”

More tendrils slithered closer to Dream’s body, stretched out and vulnerable as if he were served up on a silver platter to this monstrosity that seemed to only want to tickle him.

“Wahait wait wait hahang on a sehehECOND—!” Dream shrieked upon feeling dozens of tentacles begin tickling him all at once. He had no idea what was going on or how any of this was possible for that matter, all he could focus on were the velvety wiggling arms that tickled so terribly.

“Does someone have a ticklish tummy~?” The tickle monster teased deviously, a few arms pausing their attack to lift Dream’s tank top and expose his warm skin.

“Ohohohoh gohohohohod plehehehease!! Whahahahat dohohoho yohohohou wahahahahant?!” The blonde man begged between wheezes and squeaks of hysterical laughter. He felt the tip of a tentacle tease the edge of his bellybutton. “FUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Nawww, blondie’s got a tickly tum button does he~?” The shadow taunted excitedly. “Your laughter is much sweeter here, I think I’ll explore that further.”

The dreaded tentacle dipped into Dream’s navel and wriggled around wildly, throwing the poor man into silent shuddering cackles. The torture on his poor belly button was accompanied by several more tendrils teasing his belly and sides, as well as a few wiggling under his shorts to tickle his thighs and into his armpits.

Dream felt like he was losing his mind. It tickled so bad that he simply went limp and laughed. He squeezed his eyes shut and squeals and shrieks wracked his nerves— he was going to die.

And then as soon as it started it stopped. The tickle monster may have said something before it slinked back under the blonde’s bed but Dream couldn’t care. His body still buzzed with the worst residual tickles and all he could do was lay there and let them pass. Somehow in that time he managed to slip back to sleep, exhausted from the intense tickle torture he’d received.

The next time Dream opened his eyes sunlight streamed through the blinds and he shielded himself from the prying light. He rolled over to pick up his phone to check the time, jumping at the small spark of tickly energy that ran down his whole left side as it brushed against the bed.

He squeaked softly and his hand dropped to rub away the effect, his own fingers brushing his bare skin only serving to worsen the feeling.

The memories of the sudden tickle attack in the middle of the night came rushing back to Dream all at once then and he shivered. Was all that real? His shirt was pushed way up and he was super sensitive, but the shirt could be explained away by midnight squirming. As for the sensitivity he had no clue.

After Dream changed into less smelly clothes (seemed he’d sweated a lot that night, odd) he trudged down to the kitchen to find George and Sapnap already awake.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” George greeted. The words sent a chill through Dream’s spine.

“Morning,” he mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing a faint red as he busied himself with making a bowl of cereal.

“You feeling okay Dream?” Sapnap asked as he set his phone down.

“Hm? Yeah I’m fine,” the blonde answered, wincing at the nervous voice crack that squeaked out of him.

Sapnap stood and walked over to him, placing the back of his hand on Dream’s forehead and cheeks. “You look flushed, are you feeling hot?”

“Sap, I’m fine. Thank you though.” Dream leaned into the younger’s hand gratefully. “Just had a rough night.”

“I heard you giggling in your room late last night,” George spoke up for the first time since greeting Dream, now sitting on the counter sipping a cup of orange juice.

Dream went rigid and chuckled nervously. “D-did you?”

“Yeah. Got up for a midnight snack and heard you giggling your head off,” the brunette explained with a forced neutral face. “What were you giggling at, hm?”

If Dream hadn’t been so caught off guard by George’s sudden input he would’ve probably realized that George could tell something was off with his best friend. However, the blonde’s brain was buzzing chaotically and he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“Dream?” Sapnap spoke, his voice still laced with concern.

“What..?”

“You didn’t answer me. What were you giggling at?” George pressed, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently.

“I—“ Dream sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “I had a really weird vivid dream last night… I think it was a dream at least.”

George and Sapnap shared a look before leading the blonde man to the living room couch and squishing him between them, comforting Dream as he explained his dream embarrassedly.

“That’s pretty wild,” Sapnap said at the end of Dream’s story, his cheeks tinted a slight pink.

“But it was just a dream, yeah? So it’s alright, it’s not real.” George added before squeezing Dream tighter and scratching comfortingly at his curls.

The blonde furrowed his brows in thought, still relaxing a bit from the older’s hand in his hair. “But it felt so… real. It was so bad.”

“Dream, you don’t have a tickle monster under your bed.” George stated firmly, warm brown eyes staring into bright green. “It was just a dream.”

The blonde blinked and looked away. He then nodded and leaned back into George. “Right… just a dream.”

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[not-so-wasted]

Unfinished animation im working on!

Benchtrio centric hero/villain/vigilante au in which Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are infamous vigilantes who protect their sectors when no hero will, unfortunately thats against the law

*eye roll*

So the hero league sends 3 of their best heros to take these "wrong doers" down. Benchtrio fight relentlessly, but they're no match against Sirens beckoning calls, much less the giant beating wings of The Angel, or the calculated attacks from The Blade. So they fall, and are taken away, unconscious and bloodied from the battle. When they wake up, they find themselves in a safe with a missing member. Where was Tommy? They could only hope everything was okay, but their flowing imagination didnt help to keep their worry at bay. They could have killed him! Days pass with no signs of them being able to escape until they hear a banging at the wall. This is it. Cornerd here with no energy, they would die at the hands of the heros. Turns out its just Tommy lol

[nomsfaultau]

Mandatory Family Reunion

The one thing money can’t buy is a heart, and Philza has been missing half of his for eighteen years, ever since Wilbur’s twin was stolen from his cradle. Understandably, he overreacts a bit when Wilbur has been gone a few hours and a mysterious phone call says they have him. Thankfully it’s just a misunderstanding, but when he goes to pick up his son, he almost can’t tell which of the boys is supposed to be his. Cue a series of frantic plots to rescue his long lost son, because Technoblade is going to be part of the family whether he likes it or not.

Techno, meanwhile, is of the firm opinion that Stockholm Syndrome is for losers. Unfortunately, his anxiety really can’t differentiate the threat level of being kidnapped by a delusional crime boss versus a pillow fight. All he had to work with is his wits (of which he has plenty), his charisma (of which he is lacking), and an 11 year old he’s subjugated. Else, the worst may come to pass: a wrinkle in his five year plan (or a bullet in the head, either or)

Aka a Fic that drunkly waltzes the fine line between ridiculous and reprehensible.

Inspired by CleanLenins’s fic, Cribbed, which I absolutely adored (and possibly became obsessed with)

[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 1]

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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.9k 💔 read it on AO3

"Children," the lead soldier orders, "come here."

Phil can feel Tommy's arms around his knees, tightening slightly as the boy buries his face into his legs.

"Fuck off," Technoblade squeaks. "We're not going anywhere with you."

Several of the squadron visibly eye Tech with distaste, and Phil hears one mumble to another, "can't believe we're supposed to save the damn brats..." to which another replies in a dry tone, "The king already thinks the beast ate 'em, there's no reason to bring them back alive."

Wilbur obviously hears this too, judging by the sharp intake of breath.

Phil feels agitation coil in his gut. His children aren't in danger, but they don't know that. Fear is possibly the worst emotion someone can feel and he doesn't take kindly to someone threatening his kids, even if in the end it'll amount to nothing.

"Boys," Phil says warningly, "I won't repeat myself again. Go to the hiding spot."

Before they can respond, the lead soldier chimes in again, "They're not going anywhere, Philza. And even if they do, you know we'll just track them down after we're finished with you."

He narrows his eyes. These men would never get the chance, though he's the only one who knows that. He doesn't bother to respond to the soldier.

"Kids - "

A gunshot rings through the air, and Phil feels the hard smack of a bullet against his chest. He winces and nearly stumbles back from the force, but otherwise it doesn't affect him. Nothing human-made can.

Tommy starts to cry, Wilbur screams, and Techno is trying to pry his brothers away and run off to the woods. They think the bullet is killing him, but the soldiers clearly know different. Their faces are shocked and terrified as they realize that the standard monster bullet won't work on Phil.

He glares at them and steps forward, his kids falling back with a gasp as they realize that he's unharmed.

"Get the fuck out of here," he spits at them. "I won't say it twice."

The lead soldier, visibly shaken, reloads his gun with quivering hands.

Something inside of Phil snaps apart, and before he knows what he's done, he's shooting up and up, expanding and growing to his full height.

His children stare up at him in awe from between his feet, tears steadily drying on their face but their fear only temporarily abated. Tommy starts to cry again and Phil doesn't think as he acts.

He leans down and grabs the lead soldier. He's screaming and begging for his life but Phil doesn't care.

How many years has it been? Of running and hiding and pretending to be human, being good, keeping people out of his diet, and only feeding on wild animals? He's integrated himself into towns and cities and bolted so many times at the first sign of hunters. Not for his sake, but theirs. So isolated and alone, just to be harmless.

The decades wore him down. He couldn't take it anymore - he knew taking in children meant settling down. Settling into one spot and waiting, a sitting duck for the day that this would happen. And he thought he'd made peace it, the threat of death or dissection constantly hanging over him. He knew what the bounty on his head was, but he was so fucking lonely he was willing to pay the price. He thought he was fine with risking his life for a little company, and maybe he had been once, but it was no longer just about him.

This was - this was threatening his children. This was shooting their father in front of them.

He doesn't realize he's been squeezing until the man erupts in his hand, gore spraying out between his fingers.

His children start to scream as blood splatters on them from above and he blinks dumbly, distantly realizing that this is not his best parenting moment. They begin to retreat behind him though, something he notes with a sense of satisfaction. They're safer the further they are from the fight.

He turns his attention back to the soldiers. Some of them are turning back and running, but the majority - a stupid majority - are still shooting up at him. Where the bullets at least had impact before, they now harmlessly pelt at his skin. He scoops a few soldiers up and swallows them as they scream, not even bothering to chew. That's too merciful, he decides. It's better to let them die as they digest.

Phil works through the remaining soldiers, the ones who decided to stay and fight, before the soft crying of his children draws his attention.

He's fucking zooted. Lost in the sauce, his brain a puddle of dopamine, a bundle of suppressed instincts finally rearing its head. He's a fairly smart man, and if there's one thing he's excelled at, it would be parenthood. But crouching before them as they wail and scream, it never crosses his shot-to-shit mind that it's the blood dripping from his mouth and the screams growing fainter in his belly that's scaring his kids.

Wilbur holds Tommy's face in his chest, his arms wrapped around his head as Tommy screams and kicks, desperate to see what Wilbur won't let him. Technoblade stands before the pair, shielding them from their father as if he had a chance of doing any good.

Phil coos at them. Wilbur isn't being very nice to Tommy, is he? And why does Tech look so scared?

He reaches a finger out - a finger soaked in drying blood, the red seeping unpleasantly into the crevices of his skin - and Wilbur actually falls backwards.

Phil frowns. Wil isn't usually that clumsy... had he hit his head while trying to get away from the soldiers? Fucking nuisances, the lot of them. He'll have to finish the rest of them off before they regroup.

Tommy manages to squirm out of Wilbur's grip with a faint cry, only for Technoblade to turn around, tackling him to the ground.

Phil lets out a low hiss at that, and Techno freezes, but still clings onto Tommy. Wilbur crawls across the ground and actually lays across Tommy, linking hands with Tech. Phil sighs. He thought that the two had outgrown their phase of messing with their little brother like this, but clearly they still had a little growing up to do.

He pokes a finger at the small pile of children, barely noticing how his fingers smear the soldiers' blood across their bodies. He does his best to disentangle them. Techno is crying a this point, an awful full-bodied sobbing, but he still won't let go of Tommy. In turn, Tommy is still struggling and screaming, and Phil winces at the noise. Finally, he manages to separate the twins from his youngest. Wilbur's hands fall from Tommy's eyes, and Phil gives him a gentle smile, as if to say 'I'm sorry your brothers are teasing you.' Tommy whimpers, spying the blood staining his giant father's teeth, and dives right back into Techno and Wilbur's embrace. Phil's smile drops and he sighs. Fatherhood is difficult.

He doesn't understand the game they're playing, or why they've gotten so worked up. He regards them curiously, scooping his kids up and running gentle fingers across their faces and torsos to check for injuries. They're so squirmy today - is it because of the blood? Techno was going through a bit of an obsession recently, but maybe being coated in the stuff is a bit much, even for him. He regards them a little wistfully. They're so cute when they're soaked in the red like this, but he knows what he has to do. He raises them to his mouth - which riles them up all over again - and begins to lovingly clean them off, savoring the combination of flavors. Once he's done, he cups them in his hands and holds them to his chest, purring in another attempt to calm them down. They're as still as statues, if statues shook and quivered, but it's still better than before. It seems like they've mostly gotten it out of their system, so he gently lowers them to the ground.

A soldier darts out and before he can react, it's grabbed Wilbur around the arm. It starts to pull him along, practically dragging him away.

Fury reignites in Phil's chest and he reaches out. He grabs the tiny figure and pulls him forward, ignoring the surprised shriek. It's like he has tunnel vision, with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He shoves the little person into his mouth, as gentle as he can while still so desperately wolfing something down. He swallows.

And then he turns to the soldier.

It stares at him in shock, a look of disgust plainly written across its face. "You ate your own son..." it mumbles.

He doesn't bother to correct it.

Tommy and Techno are screaming again, and his heart wrenches painfully for them. They're so scared... he'll swallow them too, get them nice and safe in his brooding pouch with Wilbur. They'll feel much better once they're safely tucked away.

He can feel Wil now. Despite being in Phil's storage, he's still freaking out. He's throwing himself against the walls of the pouch and Phil can hear his desperate sobs. He'll calm down soon, young always calm down once they're in the brood pouch, but it makes him uneasy that it's taking this long. Is something wrong?

He files the thought away for later as the soldier starts to dart forward again, reaching for Technoblade this time. He grabs it around the midsection and it kicks and screams in his hand. He's so damn mad he's tempted to swallow the stupid thing whole, let it die inside of him like the others, but his brooding pouch is right next to his stomach. They're so close together that his boys would definitely hear the soldier screaming, and given their current state - especially Wilbur's - Phil doubts they'd find those noises very relaxing. He opts to bite its head off instead.

He swallows the body and the thick blood, and once he's all finished, he turns to his other sons. Tommy is buried in Techno's arms, inconsolably sobbing, and Techno has a strange, faraway look on his face. He reaches for them, but they don't respond to him. Techno tenses up and buries his face in Tommy's hair. They're distraught. He hopes the soldiers haven't traumatized them for life, but he's never seen them this upset.

He scoops them up, gentle and mindful before sliding them into his mouth. His tongue prods at them a little, tasting salty tears on their faces, and he purrs sympathetically before swallowing them down too.

They settle into his storage. He feels Wilbur cease his punching and clawing and can feel the three of them rest in a little huddle in the center of the pouch. They're still and quiet, and Phil feels a rush of relief. They're finally calming down. He soothingly rubs at his midsection, but the three flinch away from his touch. He frowns at that, but he gets the hint. He lets them settle themselves without him, and once he's satisfied that they're simmered down, he starts in the direction of the other soldiers. They still have to pay for how badly they've scared his children. And then he'll take a nice nap. It'll do the family some good to get some rest. They can discuss the soldiers in the morning.

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lol. how we feeling about this

i wrote this in a single shift at work because i have no respect for major corporations or capitalism

boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i write vore on company time

anyway... wrote this is as a writer's block exercise. i have a lot of ideas that i just dont write because theyre a little weird or out there (such as vore) but i decided to take a chance and just write/publish the thing i felt ashamed of and i think it turned out pretty good so im glad i tried

lemme k if you liked this or not <3 youre all wonderful people and i hope you had fun reading this

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I Aim True and the Ground is Where I Go

Hello second fic for @mcytficfight and @mcytmusicalbingo

Fae are fickle beings, choosing to avoid humans, especially after the war. Sadly Technoblade found the ones that are happy to invade his life whether he wants them to or not. At least he isn’t bored. AKA Twinduo fae au, where Wilbur bugs the shit out of Technoblade and he finds it funny.

No warnings just sillies being silly

Also, this fic doesn't support William Gold in any way. I have taken the character and made him my own. I don't support what William has done or will do. I always write about the characters and never the people. Support victims and be supportive of each other.

[kaityisnthere]

Emperor Technoblade adopts a bird

Emperor Technoblade, leader of the piglins and overlord of the Nether set his sights on taking over the overworld. He’s so close to his goal, till he meets a young, injured, avian soldier on the other side with the most golden hair techno has ever seen. Therefore, he must belong to him.

Techno claims the young teen as his war prize. Taking him back to his bastion and keeping him out on display, decorated with the finest jewelry and silks. And even if his Runt were to escape, it’s not like he’d be able to get far. The Nether was a cruel place, it wasn't safe to even think about leaving Techno's watchful eyes.

Although it's not Like Techno had raised any hands to Hurt him. In fact, The Piglin had gone out of his Way to prevent his Treasure from getting harmed in any way.

It Confuses Tommy at first. Because the Pigins hated the overworlders. And here he was, pampered and given everything. The only thing he had to do was behave and follow the rules that Techno had put in place for him.

Because if there’s anything a piglin protects more than their lives, it’s their hoards. Which is exactly where Tommy belongs now.

[random-gurl2]

I want to try writing a tkl fic but I don't know where to start

These are your options.

[shortkidenergy]

ok ok i’m a few days late to doing this here, but these past two months i’ve had the absolute pleasure of working on a fic for @mcytblraufest. it’s a modern-day-with-magic, monster-hunter-but-the-monsters-are-good, demon!tango, hunter!etho, bdubs-is-also-there, captivity-angst au that features artwork by the incredible @silentvoidtreeshop!! if you like morally questionable character motives, ethdubs codependency, and tango having a Not So Great Time, this might be a fic for u :)

[darkwater-fic-recs]

(Completed)

[pink---condoms]

Late night drives

boyfriend!Karl x girlfriend!Reader

Genre: Smut.

Warnings!: sex in the backseat of his car, making out, hickeys, hair grabbing, he sucks on the reader boobs, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, cock riding, Karl cums in reader, dirty talking if you squint?

Summary: After streaming all the way to midnight, Karl asks his girlfriend, Y/n, if she wants to go on a late night drive with him to the gas station for some snacks. Unexpected happens in the parking lot of abundant building.

A sigh left your lips as you gaze between two snack, you didn't know which one to pick and it was starting to hurt your head. Getting frustrated, you walked over to your boyfriend, who was picking up his own snacks on the aisle behind you.

"Which one should I get? " you asked, catching his attention, holding up both of the snacks on the side of your face. "Get both, it's on me babe"he replied, grabbing your snacks to hold them for you.

"Let's go get something to drink, then we'll leave? " you said looking back at him, watching his eyes shoot back up immediately to face you. "Yeah sure" he stuttered a bit, trying to act like he wasn't just staring down your ass.

You didn't really take it on, this wasn't the first time you caught him looking at your ass. Walking over to the refrigerator section, your eyes glazed the different drinks that was separated into sections.

"What do you wanna drink babe? " you asked loud enough for him to hear from behind you. "I don't know, maybe a monster zero ultra" obviously, how could you forget about his monster addiction. (you didn't actually forget)

"What about you? " he asks looking over at you, who was busy thinking about what to get. "I think I'll just get a sprite" you replied, as you grabbed one of the sprite that was on it's shelf.

After getting everything you both wanted, he paid for it and grabbed the bag before you could, not letting you hold anything because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you carry the bags?

Taking your seat as the passenger princess, he started the car, waiting for the engine to start. While waiting, he placed his hand your thigh, squeezing it in the process.

After like a solid one minute, he took off back to his house. The ride to his house was a good twenty minute drive.

You felt his gaze on you between the ride, causing you to look back at him. "What? " you questioned, not saying anything he quickly swang the car next to an old building and taking off the engine.

"What are you doing? " confusion laced your voice and an eyebrow was propped.

"I want you so bad right babe"

He leaned down to your neck, scattering small pecks in your neck. "Right here like right now" you bit back a whimper, as he laced small kisses on your neck.

"Yes right here, right now" he gently suckled on your soft spot, causing your to moan out softly, your fingers softly combing through his hair.

"Fuck, come here baby" almost immediately, his hands reach down to your seatbelt, unbuckling it and pulling you into his lap.

His lips was instantly sealed with yours, pulling you into a steamy make out with him. His hands slide lower down to where your ass was, giving a hard squeeze.

That causing you to moan out, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

Pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva attaching to your lips, but neither of you cared. He made his way down your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan out his name, praising him which boasted him.

His hands tug at the end of your (his) hoodie, silently asking you for permission, in which you desperately nodded at him. He wasted no time into pulling it off of you and getting straight to work.

"Fuck" you whimpered out, as his tongue toyed your sensitive nipples. Threading your hand his hair, while he took your breast into his mouth, sucking like if you were his mother and he was your son. (I'm so sorry for this comparison)

"Get in the backseat, wanna eat you out" he says letting your nipples out of his mouth with a pop. Carefully, you climbed into the backseat with him following you right behind you.

As soon as you were in the backseat, he hurriedly pulled down your skirt and panties, desperate to taste you. Feeling the cold air greet you, you shut your legs close suddenly feeling a little shy as well.He chuckled at you, whispering how much he loved and how lucky he was.

You layed back on the seats, while he propped your right leg on his shoulder, leaving the other to slightly hang. You were now on full display for him to see all your corners and ends.

Leaning down to be on same level as your pussy, he held intense eye contact with you. The first swipe of his tongue, had you slightly squirming, it's been awhile.

Reaching down to grip his hair, while he slowly licked your clit cause experiences with his mouth tells you, you'd need something to grab onto.

A breathy moan left your throat, when he gently circled your bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. "Your so wet right now, all for me" he groaned against your clit, which escalated to you letting out quite a loud moan.

The wet noises he made from eating you out was to good to ignore. He desperately sucked hard on your clit, causing you to moan out and slightly pull on his hair. His fingers made they way to your entrance, pushing two in at the same time. The moans and whimpers that left you made him want to bury his head in between your thighs for the rest of his life without stopping.

His fingers pumped at a speedy pace inside of you, while he was mouth was never giving you a rest. "Fuck baby, eating me out so good" a sultry moan was followed from you, he moaned against your clit hearing you.

His tongue glided at a fast pace, flickering your sensitive bud. Feeling the familiar knot, you warned him. "Babe your g-gonna make me cum" by now tears of pleasure were welling your eyes, he was not stopping. Instead his fingers went faster and his mouth sucked in your clit.

Your legs started to shake, as your grip on his hair became harder, but he didn't care. Your moans were getting louder by the second.

Finally, hitting your high, you came, finishing off in his mouth. He pulled his fingers out of you, letting his mouth do the clean up now. You were breathless. His tongue softy glide to your hole, tasting all of of you.

Your fingers thread through his hair, as he placed a last kiss on your clit, before making his way back up to you. He kiss your jaw, before smashing his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He hurriedly pulled off his pants and boxers.

He sit up before pulling you up to sit on his lap, letting you feel his cock raw. You whined softly when he didn't slide in as yet. You wanted him in you. He laughed slightly at how impatient and cute you were wanting him in you.

Carefully, he reached down between you, grabbing his painfully hard cock, bringing it up to your entrance. Slowly, he slide the tip in earning a groan from you, slowly he slide the rest of his shaft in you.

Karl wasn't small, the first time you fucked, you were shocked seeing the 8 inch cock between his legs. So taking him in could be a challenge sometimes, not today though.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck and your face was pushed up on his shoulder, letting out small puffs of breath. His hands encircled your waist, holding you from moving around. He littered small kisses on your jaw, slightly reassuring you your doing ok.

Slowly you grind down your hips, feeling him so deep in you was making your head spin. "So deep" you whimpered out, his hands on your waist helping you grind down on him.

Without warning, you suddenly lifted your hips, before snapping them back down to meet his. A loud moan escaped from his throat from the impact, nails digging into the skin of your hips.

"Fuck baby, just like that" he says, helping you lift your hips again and slamming them down, harder this time. You moaned out, hands still on his shoulder, slowly you started riding him.

Trying to conceal your moans, you latch your lips onto his jaw, sucking and softy biting his skin. Your back arch painfully when the tip of his dick hit your weak spot. "Making me feel so good baby" he groaned out, hands helping you ride him faster, "so big Karl" you clenched down him. He groaned out feeling your tight walls around him, sucking him in so good.

A thin layer of sweat coated the your skins and the smell of sex was high. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the car, you were pretty sure it could be heard outside but neither of cared nor did you stop.

You grabbed his jaw turning him to face you, and smashing your lips against his. His left hand reached down to your ass, giving it a good smack. The impact made you gasp into the kiss, giving him access to push his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your ass harshly, pounding deep into you from under you. You broke apart to kiss to catch your breath, you buried your head in his shoulder moaning his name.

"I'm gonna cum, babe fuck" you said breathless, hips still bouncing on him. "Me too, just keep riding me like this" he says breathless just like you. Can't expect him to breathe perfectly when a pussy like yours is wrapped around him, squeezing the life out of him.

"Yeah? You gonna cum from how tight my pussy is squeezing you? You love my pussy don't you" you chuckled, feeling him twitch in you. "Gonna cum" he let out a sultry moan, letting you know he's about to burst.

"Cumming for you, lover boy" you cried out, letting go and cumming all over him. You were sure you were gonna get marks from how tight he was gripping your waist, letting out his loads inside of you.

You both sat in silence, only panting was heard in the silent car. You could feel his dick getting soft in you as you desperately tried to catch your breath. The smell of sex and arousal was high in air.

You looked at him only to find him already looking you. "What? " you shyly asked, like you weren't just bouncing his junk. "I love you that's what" he responded, attacking you with a kiss to the lips.

Not like the intimate kiss you had like five minutes ago, this one was filled with love only. You kissed him back, smiling against his lips feeling lucky to have him. You broke apart the kiss and rested your forehead against his, "I love you too" you smiled at him in which he returned.

I hate this, but I feel like I spent way too much time on writing this, so why not post it. This wasn't a planned story, I just wrote what came to my mind as I went along each sentence.

Your Author signing out.

I'm not actually signing out, I just wanted a dramatic ending. Anyways love all the support I'm getting, love you guys <33.

[aninklingof]

Not a Big Deal

Welcome to part 2 of the tickle monster au! 😁 Part 1 here <3

Lee! Sapnap yay ❤️

Warnings: swearing ✨platonic✨

Fanart of the fic at the end!

Enjoy!

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It wasn’t just a dream. It couldn’t possibly be, because half a week later Dream continued to be tormented by the monster under his bed every night. At 12 AM on the dot Dream would be woken up by velvety tendrils teasing his poor hypersensitive body, the shadowy being to whom they belonged taunting him while staring down at him with its bright purple glare.

Dream would be forced to endure the tickly torture until the being decided it was full. Sometimes it would only tickle the blonde for an hour, sometimes three. However it never seemed to stay past 4 AM.

Dream was starting to visibly deteriorate from having his sleep interrupted nightly. Sapnap and George began to notice how quiet the taller was, how he seemed more sluggish, and of course the massive purple bags under his eyes.

When the blonde did talk to his two roommates the conversation would always inevitably devolve into Dream swearing up and down that the monster was real and George arguing back that it was simply not possible. The change in dynamic was making Sapnap anxious.

Sapnap wanted to believe it was all merely a recurring night terror, Dream was still only getting worse. Whenever Sapnap or George would even brush past the bigger man he would flinch away with a heartbreaking whimper, like his nerves were shot from whatever he experienced every night.

It was Wednesday after nearly a week that Dream snapped, shouting loudly at George while they had been bickering:

“If you don’t believe me then why don’t you see for yourself?! Spent a night in my bed, you’ll believe me then!!” Dream then stormed off to his room fuming, leaving his half-eaten bowl of cereal forgotten on the table.

George scoffed and muttered something about how Dream was being dramatic and began scrolling on his phone but Sapnap stared down the hall after the older, turning over the words in his head.

The brunette spent all day thinking over what Dream had said until he finally made up his mind. Approaching the blonde’s bedroom door, he knocked softly on the wood.

“Dream?”

“Come in.”

He turned the door handle and opened the door to see Dream staring at his monitor blankly, seemingly editing a video. “Hey Dream.”

“Hi Sap.” He croaked.

Sapnap sat on the edge of Dream’s bed, quickly crossing his legs on the mattress when the thought of the possible monster living under it itched at the back of his brain. After hesitating a moment, he finally spoke.

“I thought about what you’d said this morning,” he started, staring at his hands while he fidgeted nervously.

“Yeah? What about it?” Dream prompted, spinning around to face Sapnap.

“We can… we can swap beds tonight. I’m— I’m worried about you, and if you’re this serious about this… monster… then I’ll spend the night in your room.”

Dream looked like he was about to cry. He quickly leaped out of his chair and hugged Sapnap around the neck, startling the younger man. He blinked and gingerly wrapped his arms around the blonde.

“It’s okay Dream, it’s alright.. it’s not that big of a deal.”

At least that’s what Sapnap hoped.

~

Sapnap opened his eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of Dream’s room. He blinked blearily and turned his head to read the clock on the bedside table: 12:00 AM.

“Well what do we have here?” A deep voice purred, startling Sapnap into full awareness.

The brunette lifted his head off the pillow to look down the foot of the bed, only to see a looming shadowy blob towering above him.

“Wh-What the f-fuck???” Sapnap stuttered.

“You’re not Dream. Perhaps one of his housemates?” The creature pondered, it’s big catlike eyes never blinking as they glared hungrily at the man in the bed.

“N-No, this— this isn’t real,” Sapnap’s voice shook as he began to realize that Dream wasn’t lying— and also that he was stuck to the bed.

“Oh it’s very real,” the being purred. “In fact, allow me to show how real I am.”

Many long shadowy tentacles unfurled from the creature and crept towards Sapnap’s vulnerable body. Sapnap simply struggled and watched in terror, cursing himself for choosing to sleep shirtless.

At the first stroke against the brunette’s body, he knew he was going to die. The velvety texture of the tentacles against his bare skin sent shockwaves of tickles through his whole body, and it was intense.

“Wahahahahait!!! Wahahahait plehehehease!!!” He cackled, squirming left and right as dozens of tendrils explored his upper body. “Wehehehe cahahahan tahahahalk ahahahabout thihihihis!!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing to talk about. Laugh for me, tickle toy~”

Unbearable tickling invaded Sapnap’s underarms and threw the poor man into hysterics. “WHAHAHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!! GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOUTTA THEHEHEHERE!! FUHUHUHUCK!!”

Tears pricked the corners of Sapnap’s eyes, it was so much. Tentacles tickled his armpits, ribs and eventually his thighs ruthlessly. His chest ached with how hard he was laughing— how hadn’t he woken up Dream and George yet?

“You’re quite ticklish, and I thought Dream was sensitive!” The creature teased, his low rumbling voice worsening the electric tingles that flooded his system.

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

~

The next morning Dream awoke feeling relieved. He hadn’t been tormented in the middle of the night, and it was refreshing to get a full uninterrupted night of sleep.

He left Sapnap’s room and headed to the kitchen, but as he walked past his door it opened and out walked a disheveled and exhausted-looking Sapnap.

The brunette looked up at Dream with bloodshot eyes, taking a long time to seemingly process the man in front of him, before finally he spoke.

“We need a fucking exorcist or some shit.”

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[saltyr3mix]

New chapter just dropped!!

Shattered dreams chapter cause i haven't updated this fic in two months.

Yeah this chapter is Star/Lewis centric. But also has Ribbon angst because i said so. were finally getting into some of the behind the scenes stuff before we jump into the fix it arc. hopefully.