You can call me Boo Or will, i have no preference! My pronouns are he/him and i mostly just will be posting smut or nsfw art doodles here.
Who i write for and rules are below!!
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I DO NOT accept asks that include these following: pedophila/anything including minors, non-con/dub-con/cnc, anything related to bodily fluids (piss/shit, etc.), and pregnancy (i am okay with blood and breeding kinks!!).i’m not sure how i feel about anything else but it writing about it makes me uncomfortable, i will put in here!
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WHO I WILL WRITE FOR:
c!badboyhalo
c!quackity (sfw only)
c!awesamdude
c!dream/cc!dream/DreamXD
c!eret
c!georgenotfound/cc!george
c!sapnap/cc!sapnap
c!karl/cc!karl
c!technoblade
c!wilbur/simpbur/any bursona tbh
c!foolish
WHO I WON’T WRITE FOR (either i don’t know enough to write or they don’t like nsfw written lol, these will be moved once i learn more about the characters)
c!punz
c!skeppy
c!philza
c!fundy
c!puffy
c!schlatt
cw // fwb, god complex, AFAB reader given the name bee, several sexual situations, breeding kink, unprotected sex, reader is on birth control, sexual assault mentioned, spiked drink, sexual assailant references, vomiting, pegging?? just a smidgeon, exhibitionism, goo-ey squishy tentacles used for sex, minors DNI
my second piece for @saphub's red flags event!!
- -
you had no idea what would happen the day you met him. you were out for a night with your friends at a bar, the three of you having decided to take a quick break from the mundane life of your nine to five. the other two had deemed it completely necessary that you spend a night dancing, drinking, and blatantly forgetting each and every one of your problems, but you would have personally preferred to stay home, order in, and maybe catch up on all those episodes of that medical drama that's been hogging all your pvr storage.
nevertheless, it had been over two months since you'd last been engaging in real world activites aside from leaving your hermit home to go grocery shopping, so a bit of socialization wouldn't be the absolute worst thing to ever happen to you. they neglected to tell you, however, that they'd be taking you to a bar downtown that was considered synonymous with hookups in bathroom stalls, mid-dancefloor, and even a familiar back alley that you'd happen to have seen in one or two exhibitionist pornos.
now, it wouldn't be too terrible if you hadn't have dressed in a sleek knockoff red tom ford dress and those embarrassingly bright burgundy pumps you got as a gag gift from one of said friends. but because you had, you were in every single man's sight, getting wolf-whistled at, having your ass gifted with harsh smacks, and even having a few rounds of "free" drinks bestowed on your trio. it was safe to say that you were currently eye-candy beyond compare, especially with how your friends continuously left you sat atop a lone barstool while the duo would go off to hit on other patrons of the establishment.
which led you to now, when you were currently working your way through your third free drink of the night, a sex on the beach, gotta love the late night creeps prowling, when the lights began to feel especially bright, the room's ceiling moving a tad too fast. the strange feeling overwhelming you honestly gave some sense to that saying, what was the one? ah. the carpet out from your feet.
that's how you're here now, bee. disoriented, dazed, regretting each decision that brought you into this god foresaken place, where girls young enough to be confused for seniors carry fake ids to come in, score, and shake their asses for cash. where lowlife thugs lurk in the corners to prey on those seeming weak and vulnerable. where predators wait for your guard to slip even in the slightest, ready to hop aboard any opportunity to tear you apart.
your mind is racing while the room around you continues to pirouette an elegant ballet, known formally as spiked liqueur, or knwon coloquially as a cosby special. you can't quite place whether it was the first, the second, or that final beverage that was the lucky one that managed to successfully get you off your feet, stumbling to the bathroom in a dizzy stupor. your friends don't even notice the lack of the you-shaped body in the stool you were occupying, so you reckon that by tomorrow, you'll have their heads on pikes, given you survive this drugging without being kidnapped and sold to the sex trade.
while you stumble clumsily towards the bathroom, a man grabs you, seemingly kind with his intentions, giving you a toothy smile with silver caps on his front teeth. strange, the things you notice when all colours are faded and swirling together into intricate paintaings before your very eyes.
"i'll help you, doll, don't you worry. i'll take good care of you." had you been a tad bit more sober or undrugged, you'd have noticed the malice mixed within melancholic words, but considering your significant inebriation both by choice and by chance, you could only accept the man's gracious help towards a bathroom stall in the mens room.
the only part of your mind untouched by the drug tickling the very ends of your nerves is screaming to run and never return, abandon your so-called friends for being so negligent considering how desparately they wanted you out of your apartment, but since you have little to no control over your body that shambles down to its knees before the
cold porcelain bowl, you merely hope- nay, pray- for a divine intervention, a deus ex machina, anything to save you from something absolutely horrid.
before anything else can be thought in that racing mind of yours, you lean forward and being to upchuck, your esophagus aching from the bile escaping so violently to rid your body of whatever toxin has found its way inside you. sadly, because you're so focused on purging your body from all unholy things from within it, you fail to notice that the man who had just shown a sliver of human decency towards you is unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal against the freezing, grungy tile floors beneath your quivering knees.
while you're still heaving to get the worst of it out, a new liquid begins to pour from your face; salty tears. they stream down your cheeks as you feel a firm, unrelenting hand grip at your hair with the intention to tug, before it's... gone. there's a flash of clarity in your mind as you hurry to blink the tears away, turning as quickly as possible considering your altered state of mind. then, you see it. your divine intervention, staring you right in the eyes.
- -
clay had merely been coming down to make sure his best buddy, nick, wasn't sneaking into a bar with a forged id in hand. last time, he'd been lucky enough to have caught the guy with his pants down, since the cop was actually out to drink on the job, which was a crime in and of itself. an officer of the peace getting hammered on the taxpayer's dime?? less to worry about than a twenty-year old with a wad of cash in his pocket looking for a drink at a bar.
he knew his friend would get in much more trouble if he were found on a repeat offence, maybe even spend some time in a cell, but knowing nick, clay thought the sweet, shy kid would never last in a drunk tank, let alone facing a charge for forged identification, which would accompany quite the hefty fine. thankfully, he himself was over the age and was quite used to the bouncer at the door, having been here before for this exact reason a few times.
his eyes scan the bar in a sporadic, yet effective, investigative fashion, before he spies a girl he swore he'd seen in a dream before. a silk red dress with a high front but a low back, a sad frown on her face, and two and a half empty glasses of different shapes sitting before her.
he hadn't been able to notice your friends, hence their irresponsible decision to leave you by yourself to fend off the creeps of the night, but he had noticed how you seemed like the kind of person he attracted in his life; down on their luck, needing a pick-me-up, and generally seeming isolated.
isolated, now that he was used to. each of his few friends he had understood isolation, that might have been how they found him. it's how they've kept his secret hidden so well, after all. the secret in question? that this tall blondie with the sun-kissed skin adorned with freckles and eyes green enough to put the freshest grass to shame is not a human. no, he's rather half of the superpowered vigilante known throughout the city as dream. the one responsible for saving dozens of innocent civilians from death or other harm, having thwarted six different robbery attempts, and acted upon several hundred other good-guy odd-jobs, such as missing pets, cats stuck in trees, and things of the sort.
now, he was supposed to be looking for nick, but he knew that his friend would, inevitably, be fine, in fact he was most definitely at home simply dozed off at his desk after finishing the newest of their programming projects. so, why not indulge in a little bit of typical social interaction? maybe bring another person into his life, this one being an awfully attractive female?
lo and behold, the moment he begins his confident strides towards you, you're stumbling out of your stool towards the nearest bathroom. his brows knit in concern as he tails close behind, ready to reach over and help at any time, but a shorter, much more predatory man beats him to it.
"piss off, asshole. i can take real good care of 'er," the man hums,
the word usage not slipping past clay whatsoever, him in fact furrowing his brows in response, about to open his mouth to form a proper retort when the man merely shuffles you away. now, any other man would give up and move along, but the alarm bells are continuing to flare in his mind, having the deepest anxiety that the moment you would be left alone with this stranger you would be taken advantage of.
so, he follows the two of you into the bathroom, ready to intervene at a split-seconds notice.
- -
"hey, are you alright?" your hero questions, aiding you to your feet and stabilizing you with his hands so respectfully being placed to your shoulders. under any other circumstance, you'd find this man to be striking enough to hop into bed with, but considering that your mind has only just ceased its endless pounding and your breath reeks of shittily made cocktails and bile, that has to wait for another day. "i saw him bring you in here, i- i had no idea he would be that bold, i'm so sorry, i would have intervened earlier if i'd have known-"
"thank you," is all you reply, drunkenly looking the man in his eyes, noticing the enchanting swirls of green and how they seem to actively twist and spread across his irises. "pl-ease take me h-oome." and that's all you manage to plead before your mind slips into an unconscious blur, your body swaying for a brief moment before you begin to collapse. clay hurriedly grabs hold of you, keeping you upright enough to not smash your head on the bowl of the toilet and die on the floor of this shitty downtown bar.
"i- where is it?.." he tries asking you, but alas, you're in no such state to answer, so with a soft sigh and a shake of his head, this man lifts you with a soft huff of air from the exerted effort, carrying you out of the bathroom as if you're the most delicate parcel in the world. the walk to his house isn't too long, he reasons, and surely nick nor george would question the leo's protective urge towards you, the same one that had saved each of them from dire circumstances more than once each.
"ope, excuuuse me," clay hums as he squeezes through the crowded bar, carrying the absolutely bombed sweetheart in his arms out of the terribly crude and dangerous venue, beginning the long trek home. you wouldn't wake until the morning to over a thousand missed messages from your friends, followed by dozens of calls each, the duo having never been made aware of any plans for you to leave with some stranger to hook-up, so they had automatically assumed the worst. now, had they met clay, however, they would find it was the exact opposite.
- -
the first sensation you're privy to as your eyes flutter open is the cistinct smell of frying bacon, gradually followed by the sound of sizzling in a pan and the sound of metal against metal, scraping and flipping.
the bone-tired feeling is nothing new to you. the environment that smells of citrus and sand, however, is. you cannot immediately place the location around you, so your heart begins hammering in your chest. glancing down, you had been changed out of your old clothes, but from a groggy glance downwards, there's no visible red flags of being beaten, raped, or anything of the sorts. in fact, you were still wearing the same maroon panties as the night before, the tag sticking out the same way it was when you had left for the bar.
that would explain the strength of the citrus scent, you reckon as you begin to stretch yourself awake, from whoever's hoodie and shorts these are. while you begin to rationalize that this may not be the worst outcome from the night before, a soft trill sounds from the side of the bed. peeking over the side of the mattress, a lovely little cat with the sweetest green eyes sits below, asking for permission to come up and investigate. a soft giggle leaves you, your hand patting the empty space beside you atop the bed, as the cat jumps up with a happy purr. you're about to make a bit more room for the feline to sleep when it treads right into your lap, taking a moment to settle in before plopping itself down,
looking up at you with a meow.
"she seems to like you already," a smooth voice full of timbre speaks from the doorway, a light-hearted chuckle following as you glance upwards in that direction, being met with the sight of the man you recognized just before blacking out the night prior. the one you had wanted to jump your bones, your mind embarrassingly supplies. "that's a good sign. she's only ever not liked a few people, and that was... well, pretty justified," his laugh grows into one you find far more endearing, one that borders on a wheeze but it's still so light and playful in its mannerisms.
you had heard once that a true, honest laugh reveals more about a person than any personality test, astrology sign, or psychological evaluation could ever attempt to achieve. from this single laugh, you can tell this man is kind, he's got a heart of gold, and he's a fan of doing things for others. perhaps a love language, but that would require further examination and evidence.
"i'm clay. sorry that this isn't, y'know, your house. you kinda dropped before i could get the address out of you," he smiles so sincerely, taking a slow step forward with a plate of delectable smelling food in hand. your mouth begins to water effortlessly, your hand coming up to wipe your lips, anticipating a line of drool to leave the confinement of your mouth. "it's- thank you. it's, uh, perfectly fine. you didn't have to bring me to your place, though. you could've just helped me to my friends house."
his eyebrows shoot up as he then goes a bit straight-faced. "... is this friend named ollie, by any chance?" he mutters, posture stiffening as he sets the plate down on the bedside table. you nod quickly, him clearing his throat to give a sheepish chuckle. "that- that explains who was calling you so much," he whispers, looking down at his feet.
ah, a pretty one. except for having some kind of major red flag, he was nearly your type; tall, strong, animal lover, some kind of crazy. it's too soon to tell, however, so you decide to keep that in mind.
"they kinda ditched me, though, so it's their own fucking fault that they're worried. shouldn't have went off dancing and chasing ass," you shrug, giving the sweet man a reassuring smile. "thank you again, by the way. i'm bee." his shoulders begin to loosen up as a cheeky grin comes to his face. "ah, well, now i feel way less guilty."
- -
it wasn't too long after that you found yourself to be a big fan of clay. he would show up regularly to drive you to work - always claiming that he's a freelance programmer so all that mattered to him was project completion - and make scattered appearances between the beginning of your shift and the end, bringing you lunch and pleasant company at all times, even driving you to take you out elsewhere to eat.
now, because of this positive platonic relationship, it was strange when clay had suggested a fuck buddy arrangement. sure, you found him insanely rugged and would opt to marry him any other day, but it just surprised you, being so out of the blue. nevertheless, you agreed. although you had expected it to kick in right away and the man to begin kissing you and pulling you apart right then and there, he had the common courtesy to wait a few days, then come forward with several different pieces of paper.
it took you four hours to go over all limits, kinks, and rules for the dynamic, and while it took a bit of the fun out of the spontaniety of the idea, the thorough nature your friend had been pursuing was definitely a turn-on, which would make the first sex be especially spectacular.
it began after a long day at work. you had the genius idea to slink away into your bathroom in a bubble bath with some calm lo-fi playing in the background from your phone's speakers, the hot water both scalding your skin and soothing the ache in your muscles. then you heard the door open, followed by a familiar stepping pattern. a slight trip over your front rug, the subtle double thumps against the baseboard of the front hall as clay removes his shoes, and the jingle of keys that
spin around a single finger as he walks inside.
"bee? you home yet? your door was locked, i actually found where i put that key you gave me, believe it or not-" he laughs, searching for you. when he hears the muffled beats from the bathroom door, he stops for a moment, mentally processing what this means. after a moment of mental deliberation, he knocks. you surprise yourself when you hum a "come in" in reply, sitting up instead of allowing the foamy bubbles to shield your nude form.
his eyes widen as he comes in, eyes flickering from your face to your chest to the peaks of your hips, to the perked buds on your chest. he's speechless, in the sweetest, most caveman way possible. he's fixated, as the lingo goes, on the two mounds that adorn your chest.
"well, close the door. you're letting all the steam out," you hum, giving a sultry little giggle that shuts off all other reasonable thoughts in his mind, the puppydog personality of your best friend kicking into high gear as he simply turns to shut the door, scrambling over to you with an awkward gait, considering the newly forming tent in his sweats. he had simply come over to visit after work, not to be roped into the intiating sex that would change your friendship forever.
as he reaches the side of the tub, he's absolutely shell-shocked, hand reaching forward to touch before he can even process it. "ho... holy shit," he breathes out, large hand beginning to lift and massage your left breast, eyes still locked on them. the brutish nature of this is quite endearing to you, a soft giggle seeping from your lips as his eyes then snap up to meet yours, a smile bracing his face. "you're so hot for being so annoying all the time," he scoffs playfully, a squeak leaving you as you try to laugh at his reply.
"mhm, all for," you moan as you break up your sentence, his fingers going suddenly from experimental carressing to skilled pinching at your peaks. "who- whoever would get to see me." this makes him hum a bit, a little fire lighting up his eyes. "oh? it wasn't just for me? you some kind of- some kind of whore?" he snickers, his smile beginning to crinkle his eyes, his pearly white teeth sinking into his upper lip to contain a little huff of air. just as he's about to lift his second hand to your other breast, you pull back a bit, a confused whine leaving the transfixed man.
"well? you coming in or not?" you chime, sitting a bit more forward to leave space for the giantesque man. he straightens his posture momentarily before giving a giddy babble, starting to tug his shirt off and getting himself undressed in order to properly enter the bath and allow your friendship to ascend amongst holier levels where unholy activities transpire.
it's not weird to watch him undress, you remind yourself, the guilt easily washing away with the heat of the sud-soaked water as you watch your best friend strip. you're absolutely breath taken by the time he's done. who knew that such a boisterous asshole who chimed in with a "you called?" whenever said god would actually be shaped like- like some grecian deity? the way his skin was tinted just the slightest bit from the bright rays of the sun, yet you had never really seen him spend more than a few moments a day outside? the way he had just enough muscles flexing beneath oceans of freckles, yet you had many times rested your head on a stomach of pure plush delight? the way he had so many times been teased for "compensating", yet with the physical evidence you saw 'fore you, you knew where all that confidence truly originated from.
"is clay-watching your new hobby or something, bee? i know i'm hot, but you don't have to open your legs for me or anything," he coos, a hearty little wheeze leaving him with no air in his lungs as you snap out of your stupor, face flushed a bright pink at the fact that you had been caught. he kicks his pants off of his feet as he steps into the tub, recoiling at the heat. "what the fuck! what is it with you and nick, boiling alive like- like little gremlins!" this complaint, however, reminds you of the purely
sexual nature of this encounter, so you swallow your laughter and press your bottom against his hardened shaft.
now this gets his attention, his eyes snapping down to you as he clears his throat. "listen, i uh, have something to tell you, bee..." you turn your head slightly to look at your friend, his posture shrinking in on itself in its telltale manner that warns you of something he'd been keeping to himself. "go on," you hum, giving him a reassuring smile, grabbing his arm and soothingly rubbing his skin with your thumb. with a deep exhale, he nods a bit, looking into your eyes.
"i'm dream. the one with the weird green goo-ey tentacles, the one that wears a smile mask whenever he's saving the city, the one that- the one that saves everyone in the end." he admits, voice dropping barely above a whisper. you're nothing but baffled, considering this was the same man you had trusted with your entire life, but it made an extraordinary amount of sense as to how he could sense every single time you felt uneasy, how he managed to bring you such great comfort. it all clicked in that very moment, just as a wet, slimy appendage rubs itself against your cheek in a reassuring gesture.
you shiver a bit at the feeling, then holding it in your one hand, the man behind you quite surprised by this. you press a kiss to the slippery limb, then stroking it in a slow, lewd manner. you don't miss the way his face contorts to have his jaw hanging open, his eyes rolling momentarily into his skull with a little pretty groan leaving his lips. a shiver runs down your spine as a sudden new intruder is slithering near your clit, applying the strangest new pressure you've ever felt. a little whimper leaves you as you continue handling the other tendril in your hand, the iridescent gates of eden opening behind your closed eyes.
all at once, those hozier songs about all sex being divine and heavenly, bringing you so close to god you can see her smile, they all make sense as the man behind you lifts you enough to position you right over his cock.
there is no right or wrong in the world as your velvety walls of tender flesh are spread by nimble digits, the sounds of your moans bouncing off of the bathroom walls to indulge the man behind you in pure and utter bliss. the stretch you feel from the motion deep inside burns a bright hellfire within you, the sounds of a heavenly choir emanating in the back of your mind as your hips lift the slightest to swallow clay's fingers down to their knuckles.
but then, a door opens. not the bathroom door, no, the front one. "hey, bee, you home? i know we haven't been talking much since the bar, and i'm so sorry, but i really miss you." you hear from the front door, about to spill more words of divine purpose when clay's other hand covers your mouth, each of his three fingers at a stalemate as he shushes you, oh so gently. "if you're too loud, he'll have to come up here and witness your first time getting fucked by a god," he warns in a whisper, voice low and full of gravel right beside your ear.
you melt, shivering in his grasp as the fingers are effortlessly slid out of you, said felanges being replaced by the tip of his cock as he slides you down oh so slowly. another delicate sound leaves you, mostly muffled by his palm, but it makes him grin. "oh yeah? you want that, don't you? your friend to watch you get fucked into another dimension by god himself?" he tutts in a mockingly condescending fashion. it makes your heart ache, how easily he manages to keep things so light yet so unbelievably raw, emotional, and powerful. ah, well, that was clay for you.
and then, it happens. heaven, hell, and all other realms collide in a fiery ball of pure bliss. his shaft is sliding into you, the underwater tentacle continuing to lap at your clit, your best friend kissing at your neck in a way so delightful you actually see nothing but a bright light for a moment. this is bliss.
- -
it's been many weeks since that first time. since then, you've realized just how deep your feelings for that man had become. together,
you've tried many different and new things, the man even took one of his own tentacles up his ass for you, for christ's sake. sure, you'd had your own fair share of strange experiences, one of them involving a pregnancy scare that had you, child-hating bee, excited to be a mother.
you had fucked in restaurants, his car, your car, the elevator of your apartment, both nick and george's rooms, his childhood bedroom, and many other places, usually ending with your skin adorned with trails of pure desire dripping from your cunt, lips, and a few times even your ass.
in fact, you were ready to experience another night of earth-shattering pleasure with your best friend, heading over to his place with a smile as you tap your fingers along to the catchy pop tunes playing in your cars speakers. your mind is also wrestling with the idea of confessing your feelings, potentially acting upon them, and the off-chance that the feelings are reciprocated and mutual, therefore allowing your love for the blonde floridian to bloom and blossom into a beautiful array of sweet flora to bespangle his life with.
that is, of course, until your car comes to a sudden halt as something smashes into the front of it. a large, heavy, person-shaped object, to be precise. one with beady red eyes, a blood red cape sewn for the finest royalty, and a glittering crown perched atop an anthropomorphic head. it peers in through your windshield at you, a huff of air leaving its nostrils as it steps on the hood of your car. you begin to panic immediately, hands flying to the doorhandle, but alas, it's locked, as the car had just been in motion.
"hello there, bee," a monotonous voice drawls out, before your airbag deploys, knocking you against your improperly adjusted headrest - fuck you for changing it, clay, you seethe internally - before the world fades to fuzziness.
clay doesn't notice you're missing until there's a sudden pang of senseless paranoia wracking his mind, shooting straight up from his spot on the couch towards the door, getting his mask and cloak on, ignoring the complaints of his best friends and his cat, having no way to explain to them that he knew you were in trouble, so he simply left.
it took a bit of roaming the city to recognize the panicked citizens, the blaring lights, and the police sirens coming from downtown. it's at this time that the man's tentacles reach down to the ground, lifting him up as the four additional limbs carry him hurriedly towards the commotion. he knew who it was, who they had, and why they had them.
he would never forgive himself if you had gotten hurt. this was mostly because he had begun falling for you around the second time the two of you hooked up, behind a stall at the fair while nick and george were riding a rollercoaster. the way your eyes lit up with the fireworks overhead, the way you called him your god for the first time, it was all what made it click to him.
now, from twenty stories above the ground, he spies youbeing carried limply under one arm of the hog man, but in his other arm, a small child, one screaming for someone to save him. not just someone, but dream himself.
"took you long enough to get here," the pig chuckles lowly, tightening his grip on both innocents. clay scoffs, "fuck off, techno, let them go!" although he pays no mind to his own poor choice of words, that being evident when the hog man shrugs with a little "alright", dropping both of you. dream's filled with panic as he watches the love of his life and an innocent child be dropped from thousands of feet above as his nemesis laughs, brooding over the entire situation.
"you can save only one of 'em, dream, you and i both know that. i'll take whoever you don't, turn them against you, or maybe even just kill them."
this shatters his heart more than anything, his mind racing as he frantically glances between your limp body falling at hundreds of miles per hour, then the small boy. before he can even think, he knows that the greatest thing he could sacrifice would be the love of his life, to save a child he never knew. he
hurries towards the smaller of the two, technoblade watching from above before leaping down to fall as fast as possible to catch the lady that dream was so smitten for.
the child lands in clay's arms with a heavy thud, the kid gasping for air and thanking him so much, hugging him so tight. but he can't even care, because he's watching the self-proclaimed blood god land on his feet, carrying you the same way clay himself wished he would one day when carrying you down the aisle had you ever married, as he then sprints from the streets.
oh, if only you knew how greatly he loved you, that he chose to lose you over everything else. too bad that all you were told by the brutish pig with the thick tusks when you awoke was that dream never loved you, never even cared for you.
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word count: 5,311
HOLY FUCK I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG I PROMISE--
i rlly enjoyed this, might even make it a series 👀
stay safe, warm, and loved <3
hero!dream really be the kinda man to fuck you into a stupor just because he felt like it but he does it to hozier because you're even more ethereal than him <3 my little manwhore
a/n: a self indulgent threesome fic i felt like writing. there is no plot whatsoever. it’s just porn
George had been in Florida for about a week now. For the most part he stays in his room, sat in a Discord call with Dream, not much different to his life back in London. You’re not sure if they’re aware that they can just hang out with each other in the living room. Gamers.
The times you do see George are filled with friendly small talk and him sneaking glances at your bare thighs when you’re wearing nothing but one of your boyfriend’s oversized t-shirts, or occasionally your cleavage when you’re in a tank top because the heat is unbearable. Yes, you’ve noticed the way he stares at you, and you can’t help but stare back.
heyyyy gorgeous, sexy, beloved, awesome, handsome, beasutiful human? how ya doinnnnn??? alr so picture this, yes? PORNSTAR!PUNZ AT READERS BIRTHDAY RIGHT LIKE HES HER FAVOURITE AND LIKE PUFFY OR SUM GOT HIM FOR THE NIGHT SO PUFFY KICKS EVRYONE OUT AND PUNZ AND READER YK DO THE DEVILS TANGO AND HE LIKE CALLS HER PUPPY OMFG (breeding, innocence and size kink please love <33) (i got excited :p)
OH MY GOD I AM SO STOKED FOR THISS!!
Also so very sorry for this being short and messy but i still hope you like it regardless 🙏
NSFW WARNING//MINORS DNI
It was your birthday, you weren't expecting much just thought it'd be a average normal day where you'd only spend it with your friends but honestly you don't know how it got to this point..
You were sitting on your matteress with your favorite pornstar right in front of you?? You were starstruck and honestly left speechless and you couldn't help but question how he even ended up here. You nervously shifted as the blonde stared down at you with a smirk leaning close to be in your face as he spoke "i hear you're a big fan of me, isn't that right puppy?" You froze at the name he called you and you couldnt help but stutter and nod your head at him, he let out a low and deep chuckle as he slowly pushed you back onto the mattress as he carressed your face "would you want me to treat you to a nice fuck for your birthday?" You eagerly nodded at him "yes please..." You realize how much bigger he was than you and by god was it arousing.
You slowly stripped yourself of your clothing, and couldn't help give him small glances of neediness as he undressed as well. Once you we're both completely nude infront of one another he pets your head and laughs "you're such a good puppy, already following orders and obeying everything i have to say" a whine escaped your throat as he mounted over you, running his hands all along your body and he reaching down to your already aching and wet entrance and he just hummed as you would squirm and whine for him, you wanted him.no, you NEEDED him and he knew that. So without further a do he leaned down kissing you deeply as he teased you by sliding his fingers between the folds for a brief moment before slipping in up to the first knuckle. You reached out to him gripping onto the blonde's shoulders and he groaned at the grip you had on him as he kept going, filling your body with pleasure
"You are soaking for me, puppy. Who would've thought you'd be this much of a whore for me"
You cried out in pleasure and couldn't help but agree with him.he pumped his finger in and out,slow but fulfilling pace, you felt your stomach ttighte. You wanted more, you wanted him inside, you couldn't take it anymore. "Please more.. " you spoke in between moans and he perked his head up at you with a smug grin "more what? What do you want?" You gulped and whined at him before speaking up "i want you inside me.... Please fill me up till i can't take it anymore." With that he tensed up, something about those words from you flipped a switch inside him and he immediately took his finger out of you and stroked himself with your wetness before lining himself up with your cunt "be a good toy and take it then." With no further words he thrusted into you and groaned loudly as you moaned digging your nails deeper into his shoulders, you pulled him closer to you as he proceeded to ruthlessly pound into you and make sure to bury all of himself into you. You arched your back and tried to move your hips in motion with the same speed he was going and his thrusts became sloppy very quick as he buried his head into your neck groaning "I'm gonna fill you up so good, such a good puppy for me." With that phrase it made you cum immediately as you whined and felt so faded and lost he came right after you did and indeed, did fill you up.
You both panted as sat up for a minute and took in the aftermath of what he had done and grinned holding your face in his hands. "happy birthday y/n, i enjoyed this"
putting up the christmas decorations with dreamnap :( you and sapnap being so excited about getting a tree and then dream’s scrooge ass is all grumbly n is like “no there’s no point” so you and sapnap go and get one anyway and you pick the biggest, fullest tree and you drag dream out of his office and force him to help you decorate. you’re playing mariah carey and wham! and holding their hands as you sway and twirl around and patches is in a little christmas sweater sent by one of dream’s fans. dream has to put the lights and the ornaments on the higher parts of the tree or he hoists you up onto his shoulders so you can reach and then all three of you have to work together to put lights on the banisters and at the end of the day you make hot chocolate for the three of you and maybe you watch the grinch or something and everything is warm :)
