requested by anon “Hello! Can you do a C!Dream Team x Fem!Reader where they all like her and Tommy notices and calls them out? Love your mc works <33″
summary tommy and the dream team find themselves together and far from home. as a harsh storm brews overhead, the only place they can go is to y/n l/n’s home, an ex of sapnap’s and friend to the other two dream team members. during their stay, tommy begins to notice several obvious violations of the bro code.
warnings swearing, mentions of injury, lots of jealousy and tension (but the funny kind)
note i made this draft BEFORE all of the allegations dropped and want to be completely clear that this is about the CHARACTERS and NOT THE PEOPLE. ‘cause fuck that guy, but i got a request to finally drop this fic and who am i to deny the people
gif cred belongs to @fefeps
somehow, tommy had found himself with the dream team. they wandered the world, far from any inkling of home, in search for safety. dark clouds were rolling across the sky, thunder rolling far in the distance. even just a forest would’ve provided enough shelter for them in their half-panicked, half-amused states.
when they finally came across a forest, there was a minor problem.
“why’s there just a line of concrete on the ground?” tommy questioned. the dream team all looked to each other before sapnap tackled tommy away from the solid line. “ow-! what the hell, man?!”
“don’t touch that line!” sapnap demanded with wide eyes, lifting himself off of the teen. “those who cross that line.. they suffer. they suffer a fate worse than death.”
“oh, come on,” dream wheezed as tommy brushed the dirt off of his clothes. “y/n is not that bad.”
“yes,” sapnap scoffed, “yes, she is! i stepped across the line on accident once and an arrow shot through my foot!” sapnap took off his boot and sock to reveal the indent of a scar through the top of his foot. tommy cringed while dream just rolled his eyes.
“she can be scary, i’ll give him that,” george spoke as sap slipped his footwear back on. “but i think she shot you because she doesn’t like you,” george giggled, dream snickering along as sapnap pursed his lips, his cheeks barely heating up with a blush.
“why doesn’t this woman like you?” tommy questioned with an amused smile.
“they used to date,” george explained through chuckles. “sapnap broke up with her because he’s scared of her.”
“i am not!” the boy defended over his friend’s laughter. “whatever! let’s just find somewhere else to take shelter..”
“dude, y/n owns this forest,” dream spoke, crossing his arms as the wind around them began to pick up. the slight humidity in the chill let them know the storm was getting closer. “we know this area; there’s not another safe place for miles. let’s just see if she’ll let us in.”
“she’s gonna leave me in the storm,” sapnap whined as they approached the solid line laid into the ground.
“at least the rest of us will be safe,” george teased. dream stepped into the territory first. when no arrows whizzed through the air, he signaled for every one else to follow. sapnap stayed close to his friends, eyes darting around the area as they walked through the dark shadows of the trees.
“is she, like, crazy or something?” tommy questioned as the wind continued to pick up around them. “sapnap’s shitting his pants right now.”
“y/n’s fine,” dream laughed. “she’s actually really cool. if she likes you.”
the blonde gave dream a look. “if?”
“i mean, look at sapnap.”
tommy nodded, looking back to the path ahead of them. “that’s fair.”
after a few more minutes of walking, they finally came across a large house in a clearing of the forest. tommy marveled at the prestigious dark oak building, the obvious craftsmanship shining through the outer walls and décor. “should we knock?”
“no,” dream sighed. “she knows we’re here.”
“what do you want, boys?” tommy looked around for the feminine voice that had spoken, but saw nobody around them.
“there’s a storm coming, y/n,” george called out. “can we stay until it passes? we won’t be a bother!”
tommy finally pinpointed her: a pretty girl standing on a balcony attached to the roof, head in her hand as she sighed down at them. her e/c eyes swept over tommy as fluidly as the wind was. “who’s the blonde boy?”
“tommy,” dream spoke for him. he nodded in affirmation.
“one of the l’manberg boys?” she questioned. she didn’t wait for an answer before sighing again, “alright. no wars in my house.” she leant back and flicked a lever and the heavy door swung open for them. they piled into the house just as she came down the stairs for a proper greeting. “evening, boys.”
“hey, y/n,” dream greeted, george waving kindly beside him.
“how long have you been wandering around the area?” she asked, tucking her hands into her back pockets. “i live a little far from the smp.”
“a couple hours,” sapnap offered.
she swept her gaze just barely over the man. “you’re still alive?”
tommy stifled a loud laugh as sapnap grumbled, avoiding y/n’s eyes, “good to see you, too, y/n.”
she didn’t react, just turning back to the other three with a half-smile. “hungry?”
...
the boys sat around while y/n prepared a nice meal for them, shedding off their armor and taking the time to relax as the rain began to fall harshly against the earth.
tommy had been scanning the map he had brought with him when he heard george speak in the distance, “need any help?” he peeked over to see george standing beside y/n in the kitchen, smiling kindly at the woman.
“i’m alright, george,” she brushed before giving him a smile in return. “thank you, though.”
“‘course,” he nodded before heading back into the lounging area they had all gathered in. tommy raised his eyebrow at the blush on george’s cheeks, but wasn’t able to say anything when him and the other boys began to speak quietly to each other.
y/n called them into the kitchen soon after.
“alright,” she hummed, beginning to set warm plates in front of them as they sat at her kitchen table. “salmon, salad, and corn is on the menu for this evening.” sapnap cringed. “and i know you’re weird about salmon, sapnap, so..” his face lit up when he saw the steak she set down in front of him.
“i-” he cut himself off when he looked at you, his cheeks heating up at the thought of whatever he was going to say. he looked back down to his plate. “thank you, y/n.”
“no problem,” she nodded politely. “eat up, boys.”
“are you not gonna eat with us, y/n?” dream asked as they all dug into their meals. a distant crash of thunder echoed.
the girl shrugged as she began to clean the pans she had cooked with. tommy noticed a plate set to the side, presumably her own. “i was going to let you boys have your time.”
“it’s your house, y/n,” dream snickered. “come eat with us.”
she offered a half smile before setting down the dishes and wiping her hands off. “you’re a convincing man, dream,” she sighed as she grabbed her plate, taking the empty seat between him and george. dream smiled.
“i know.”
she shook her head at him before redirecting her attention to tommy. “so tommy, how’s l’manburg?”
“it’s good,” tommy nodded after swallowing his flavorful bite of salmon. “we’ve had a population spike recently, so it’s been hectic, but we’re managing well.”
y/n nodded along. “you’re young, but you seem..” she picked at her food as she considered her words. “confident. that’s a good trait to have. maybe a result of having a good influence in your life.”
“my brother’s wilbur soot,” he clarified, noting how dream pursed his lips at just the name of the l’manburg president.
“ohh,” she hummed. “i know your brother. and your father, for that matter.”
“yeah,” sapnap backed up, eyes locked on his plate. “she knows your brother very well.”
y/n furrowed her brow at the black-haired man. “right.” she turned back to tommy after rolling her eyes at the lack of response from the annoyed man. “so you and wilbur built the nation together?”
“yes ma’am,” tommy nodded. “wilbur always told me that government provides a necessary stability in our lives. maybe he’s crazy, but..”
“he’s definitely crazy,” dream agreed and y/n sent him a glare as tommy rolled his eyes.
“well,” y/n continued, slowly peeling her glare from the masked man to look back to tommy, “that’s one place where wilbur and i disagree.” she shrugged as she stabbed at her food. “government seems like a scam to me.”
tommy furrowed his brow. “can i ask how?”
“governments always advertise the same line,” she spoke with hesitation, “‘by the people, for the people’. but that’s all forgotten when you realize that not all people are the same.” tommy pursed his lips when y/n busied herself with taking a bite of food, considering the brutal words.
“have you ever met my other brother?” he spoke instead of spewing the less kind words that came to mind.
she thought for a moment before shaking her head. “can’t say i have.”
tommy nodded, pointing his fork at her. “you’d like him.”
she let out a laugh, and tommy caught george’s lips quirk into a smile as he looked to the girl. “so, how is wilbur? it’s been a while since i’ve seen him.”
“can we not talk about him?” sapnap spoke abruptly, dropping his fork with a clatter to his plate. his eyes were shut with obvious annoyance.
y/n turned to him with raised brows as tommy’s gaze switched tensely between the two. george and dream seemed less than fazed. “you can try to argue, but you’re gonna lose,” she spoke calmly, eyes meeting with sapnap’s when he finally opened them again. the man clenched his jaw before pushing back his chair harshly and stomping out of the room.
y/n just sighed, turning to a frowning dream and a pursed-lipped george. “i know you guys don’t wanna hear either. go after him, ‘cause i’m not going to disrupt good conversation to appease other people.”
george immediately pushed away from the table, grabbing his half-eaten plate as he chased after his friend. dream pushed away slower, leaning down to kiss y/n’s cheek and mutter a, “i’m sorry and thank you,” before following george.
tommy blinked in surprise after they were gone. “i’m, uh..” he looked back over to y/n. “i’m assuming you had a thing with my brother?”
she shook her head. “no, i didn’t.” tommy raised his eyebrows curiously as she continued, “when i was still with sapnap, wilbur did ask me out. i said no, and we were still friends, but sapnap never let it go. honestly, i don’t know why he still hasn’t..”
“it seems like it bothers the others boys, too,” tommy noted.
y/n shrugged, taking a bite of her food. “those two.. are strange. i imagine they just became protective of me because i dated someone they’re best friends with.” the answer didn’t quite sit right with tommy.
“right..”
she gave him a look. “you think they’re in love with me, too.”
tommy immediately spoke through a mouth full of food, “too?!”
y/n snickered at his interest. “what, you think i could be oblivious to it all? no, sapnap and i dated for two years before he cut it off. dream and george have always been like that around me, even before we started dating. it’s like it’s always been a competition of who’s the least scared to approach y/n.”
“he cut it off?” tommy spoke with interest.
she nodded, leaning back in her chair casually. “every couple goes through a fighting phase. it’s usually toward the beginning of the relationship, like ours was, because you’re still learning how you and your partner fit together.” tommy nodded. “but the fighting phase should not last for a year.”
tommy’s jaw dropped. “A YEAR?!”
you chuckled at his expression. “some people just don’t mix. but we were trying really hard to, and it took a while to just accept that we just.. didn’t.” you shrugged when tommy frowned. “sure, it’s sad. at the end of the day, sapnap is a good guy and he’ll always have a place in my heart where i can remember the good of that relationship. but we hurt each other a lot more than we helped each other.”
just then, sapnap walked slowly into the kitchen, as if trying not to startle a flighty animal. “hey, y/n, the storm isn’t looking like it’s going to lighten anytime soon, and-”
“you can all take the guest room,” you cut in, your tone a tad sharper than it was with tommy. “but the second the storm lightens, get out of here.” you turned a sardonic smirk up to him, watching a blush erupt on his cheeks. “you're good at leaving after you get what you want, anyway.”
sapnap turned with a roll of his eyes, smartly keeping his lips shut, and you turned your smirk to an amused tommy. “still gotta give him hell for breaking up with me, though.”
“respect,” tommy nodded. as you took a few more bites of your food, he gathered the courage to ask, “so you haven’t dated the other two, have you?”
you let out a chuckle, but otherwise seemed unsurprised by his question. “no, those two are just friends. i can see where you got the thought, considering they act ridiculous around me, but we’re just friends.”
“doesn’t it bother sapnap?” tommy gossiped curiously. “or did, when you were together?”
you nodded as you took a sip of water. “oh yeah. they’re all bugged by each other’s interactions with me. but they’re like petty girls and don’t say a word about it.” tommy snickered as you shrugged. “that’s just how it’s always been.” tommy nodded, turning his gaze down to his plate. “so, how is wilbur?”
later that evening, the storm was showing no sign of lightening. fortunately, your guest room had two beds and a grand amount of blankets for the boys to work with.
“if you need anything, i’m down the hall,” you yawned as the men settled in, leaning on the doorframe. “i have an early morning, so if i don’t catch you before you leave, safe travels back to your places, boys.”
george latched onto you in a tight hug, muttering something into your hair that tommy couldn’t hear but made you smile. dream swept in next, turning his mask to press another kiss to your cheek, taking more time with this one. tommy nearly gagged as dream muttered something in your ear, hand lingering in a cradle on your chin. you turned to give tommy a half-smile as they stepped away.
“do good things, kid,” you spoke, gaze sweeping over him as it did when he first approached. “you’ve got it in you.” his chest warmed with a small swell of pride and gratitude.
“you have a friend in l’manburg if you ever decide to visit,” he offered with a smile.
“thank you,” you nodded, and he could tell you were biting your tongue at some smart comment. he appreciated the gesture. your gaze finally turned to sapnap, whose stare was as stony as it could be. “safe travels.” your gaze stayed locked on him as you straightened and disappeared down the hall, and tommy could always feel the lingering of that stare in the air. when he looked, sapnap was tomato red.
and the other boys just looked satisfied with themselves as they settled into their arrangements.
“what?” dream scoffed, and tommy realized he was shaking his head.
he scoffed back, “i have never seen a group of men break the bro code so much in the span of two hours. you’re like schoolgirls.” he watched the men’s faces all drop their satisfied looks just before he blew out the candle providing the main light in the room. “good night, losers.”
Wholesome relationship hcs? i feel like they would be super sweet in relationships but some of their only problems is that they kiss & tell alot and make jokes LOL
pairing: dream team x reader
requested? yass
authors note: sometimes we just need some good old fluff
- has a seat in his office for you, like fully a custom made desk chair with your name and fav colour.
- loves to play with your hair, he's terrible at it but he wants to learn incase you have a daughter.
- have you in his phone as 'lovebug' idk why it just seems like him.
- loves when you paint his nails and does his skincare.
- has a Polaroid wall of the two of you.
SAPNAP
- has a draw just for you in his bedroom. And a designated corner of his closet.
- let's you style his outfits or even gives you his credit card to pick out his clothes.
- keeps a picture of you in his wallet and shows everyone he meets.
- his alt twitter is basically a yn fan account.
'come join me as I play fnaf with yn!!'
- kept a box of all the different things from your relationship. First movie date? Kept the ticket. First flowers he gave you? He kept one and flattened it.
GEORGE
- encourages you to make a twitch to stream with you.
- when he finds out a hobby you like he makes sure to find out everything about it. For example, reading- he finds your favourite book and hunts down the author to sign it for you.
- loves to hold your hand whenever you're together.
- cheek kisses>>>
- let's you do his makeup with a lot of persuasion.
- has a folder in his notes app with your favourite things, clothing sizing and food orders at different places.
tysm for the request <3 and im SOSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, i literally got this request SO long ago but i couldnt bring myself to write it. also sorry if the format's wonky, its my first time writing fully on pc...
ps. sorry it's so short, i couldnt think of much to write for it and idk why. no aftercare written, but im js imagining him running a bath for her afterwards and telling her how good she was for him:((
NOT BETA READ ! NSFW UNDER CUT
it was a longshot; he didn't know if you would be fully into it at first- but it just slipped out, and it went farther than he would have expected.
"god, you're such a good girl f'me. taking my cock so well." he muttered whilst biting your shoulder as an attempt to keep himself grounded as he fucks into you from behind, hearing your moans and mewls. he groans as he feels your cunt flutter around him, an obvious reaction to the way he started praising you all of the sudden.
he was almost surprised, but he took advantage of the new knowledge. "you like it when i call you a good girl, yeah? praising you like the good little slut you are?" he teases. "yes- yes! i do- i- do!! fuuck-!" you manage to make out the response shakily; you were practically fucked dumb in dream's arms.
as dream was consistently praising and degrading you, it felt like hours had gone by; you could barely even make a sound other than moans anymore. it wasn't until dream reached his free hand down to rub your clit that you were brought back to reality. the small bundle of nerves had a dull ache from how many times you've come, but it didn't stop him from making you release over and over. you moan at the unexpected friction coming from dream's fingers, as you feel the oh so familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, begging for release.
"please- fuck- pleasepleaseplease-! c-can i cum, please i need'a cum.." you beg, your voice getting higher pitched as you get closer and closer to impending release. dream slows his fingers on your clit for a moment, almost contemplating if he should let you cum, or make you wait. but, he decided to be nice this time as he speeds up his fingers once again. "you wanna cum, yeah? then cum, now. cum on my cock like a good girl." all you saw was white as the coil in your stomach snapped abruptly, just mere moments after he finished his sentence. he finished as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him, filling you with his own cum.
ty for reading!! and again, i apologize for how long it took me to get this out. requests are officially, fully open!!
Summary: George wants to change up your bedroom routine, and you can't say it's a horrible idea...
Warnings: NSFW, Pegging (obviously)
Author’s Note: Kinktober continues to go strong!
Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list
It was a bit of a surprise to you when he brought it up honestly. You and your boyfriend had been going out for some time now, so the topic of sex was not something new. However, when George mentioned he'd like to try something new, you would have never guessed it would result in going sex toy shopping for a strap on.
Not to say you weren't absolutely excited, but you were still just kind of taken aback by the request, and who were you to deny it when he seemed like it was on his mind for a while now. Honestly, you were probably just as excited as he was.
You let him pick out the strap on and everything, just to give him more control over the situation, which he did so happily.
It started the way most of your intimate moments started, the only difference being who was "in charge."
You straddled his lap as you pushed him back against the bed.
It started the same way most of your intimate moments started, lots of kissing and small touches to each other. Clinging to each other and wanting to be in each other's space. Honestly you adored it.
Clothes had been discarded to the floor forever ago, without a care in the world. As you kissed his lips, your hand found it's way down, your finger beginning to tease his hole, causing him to whine a little at the sudden attention.
His hips jerked a little as your other hand grabbed his thigh while your finger continued to press against him. You grabbed the lube from beside the bed and used a generous amount of it, your finger starting to slide into him easily. You went slow, allowing him plenty of time to adjust.
You started to fuck him with just a single finger, loving the way it got him riled up already, and you'd barely done anything to him.
When you introduced a second finger, you thought he was gonna cum right then and there. Your fingers scissored him open, hardly reaching where he wanted it most.
By the time you entered a third finger, thrusting them in and out of him, he was already a babbling mess.
You pulled your hand away from him, causing him to whine loudly at the loss of pleasure.
"Calm down, baby, I've got something so much better for you," You reminded him.
You got off the bed momentarily to put on the strap-on.
It looked a lot bigger when it was actually on you, George thought so, anyway.
"Mm, please, fuck me," He begged at just the mere sight of you. You smirked as you lubed up the toy, lining yourself up with him.
"You're gonna be so good for me, hm?" You asked him, as you began to push into him slowly.
His noises became much higher pitched as you entered him.
"Ngh- Gonna be so good for you..." He whimpered.
You stopped to let him adjust when you finally bottomed out, waiting for him to give you an okay.
When he nodded his head at you, you began to rock your hips into him. Every small movement tore a noise from his throat. Some of them, you weren't even aware he was capable of making.
You mumbled out praises as you started to speed up, telling him how good of a job he's doing, taking all of you in.
"Faster, please, fuck, need it so bad," He begged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
If only you could take a picture of him like this, to remember this moment for forever.
You gave in to what he begged of you, how could you not?
You sped up, eventually finding his prostate.
"Fuck- Ah, there! Ohmygod-" He cried, being so overwhelmed and over taken by his pleasure. You could tell he was getting close.
His hand moved to his dick, beginning to stroke himself at the same pace as your thrusts. His head tilted back into the mattress as his eyes were squeezed shut. He had become so entirely lost in his pleasure and you loved being able to watch it overtake his body.
"Come on, baby, come for me," You tell him, continuing to fuck into him at that same fast pace.
Any words that attempted to leave his mouth never came out correctly. They were just strewn out words and sentences, never making any sense.
He finally came when you hit that spot inside of him just right. Spurts of cum fell over his hand and onto his stomach. You slowed down, fucking him through his high before pulling out of him.
His breathing slowly returned to normal as you took the strap-on off, getting comfortable enough to cuddle into him.
"So?" You asked him.
"So, I wish we would have done that sooner," He said, offering a tired laugh.
You smiled and kissed his cheek, watching as he drifted off to sleep.
I don't know if this is where you make requests because I'm new to tumblr, but I really liked your writing and I really wanted you to write a wilbur smut sharing ay/n with george... I'd be very happy if you did xo
sharing you | Simpubur, GeorgeNotFound
thank you and I hope you'll like this!
warnings: smut, sharing is caring, creamp!e, overstimulating, f receiving
,,Here, let me help you with that`` Wil appeared behind you, grabbing the hair clip from your hands and attaching it to the back of your hair. His hands felt so good in your hair that you closed your eyes and smiled. When he was happy with the placement, he kissed the top of your head, and you turned to face him.
George was coming over and was planning on spending the weekend. Wilbur had invited him to see the new house the two of you bought recently, and he was more than happy to come. You cooked food that you knew George liked, and now you and Wil were waiting for a call from George to come and pick him up from the airport.
Wilbur grabbed you by your hips and made you sit on the sink. You giggled and let him in between your legs. His lips quickly found their way to your neck, and you moaned his name. Enjoying the few last minutes you had together.
George called just a couple of minutes after you moaned your boyfriend's name for the last time. Now you were in the kitchen, putting the food on plates and making everything ready while waiting for them to come home. First you heard a double laugh, and then heard keys in the door. You put down the wine and hurried to the door. Wil came in first and smiled at you. Behind him appeared George, carrying two suitcases. He looked at you with a huge smile, and you happily accepted his hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, and his head rested on yours. He smelled good, and you didn't want to stop hugging him. The greeting was pretty short because all of you were hungry, so you quickly helped George locate his room and then walked him back to the kitchen, where Wil was already halfway finished with his plate. You jokingly hit his shoulder, and he mumbled something with a full mouth. You sat down, and George sat right next to you. The table was small, but it still fit three people just fine. George was telling you everything about living with Sap and Dream and how he missed the two of you. You noticed how his eyes hadn't left your face for almost the whole time.
When all three of you finished eating, George helped you with dishes while Wil went to fix a TV in George's room.
He was standing so close to you that you could almost feel the heat from his body. You chuckled every time your hands touched each other by accident.
,,You cut your hair`` He said out of nowhere, and you looked up at him while drying one of the wine glasses.
,,You noticed?`` You smiled with burning cheeks. You cut your hair two weeks ago, and you had to tell Wilbur because he wouldn't notice even if you shaved all of it.
,,It suits you. You look very pretty`` He said, forcing his look to now clean dishes. Wilbur then came to the kitchen, saying the TV was fixed. You said goodnight to George as he left with Wilbur. You looked around and quickly poured another glass of wine, trying to calm your heart.
An hour later, you were finally in bed, watching as Wilbur took off his shirt. You bit your lower lip playfully, and he took off his pants as well. You giggled when he got on top of you and his hands lifted your sleeping dress. His lips found your nipples, and you whined before putting your hand over your mouth.
,,Wil we can't`` You said with a soft laugh, and he purposely bit your nipple, sending a wave of pleasure down your body. You bit your hand and arched your back, pushing your chest closer to him. Both of his hands played with your boobs for a bit before moving lower. A soft kiss on your clit made you whine needily. His tongue then played with your clit and hole, making you a crying mess. When you rocked your hips closer to his face, he got up and pulled your body closer to the end of the bed. His hands grabbed your legs, and you hugged his waist. His tip then teased your hole before he harshly thrusted himself into you. You arched your back and let out a loud moan. Your fingers grabbed the sheets as he started to fuck you fast. Moans and whines were escaping your mouth, and you prayed that George was already asleep or that his TV was loud enough. Wilbur was fucking your brain out for a while before his head turned towards the door. Out of nowhere, he pulled out of you and you cried out. You were getting ready to beg him to continue, but your mouth stayed closed as you watched him walk to the door and then open it. You heard him chuckle and then watched him as he took a step back from the door, revealing George with wide eyes. His eyes quickly fell on you and your naked body. You didn't cover yourself.
,,Looks like we have an audience`` Wilbur said as he walked back to you.
,,I- I wasn't spying on you guys, I promise`` George whined, not being able to stop himself from looking at your boobs. You felt heat in between your legs and, unknowingly, rubbed them together. Wilbur noticed, and a smirk appeared on his face.
,,Sure you weren't`` He chuckled and caressed your thigh, making you whine. George swallowed and then looked at Wilbur.
,,Do you just wanna watch or fuck her too?`` Wilbur said with a serious voice, and you let out a soft moan at the thought of George's cock buried inside of you while your boyfriend watched.
,,I- what?`` George said surprised, and you whined, now with annoyance.
,,George please`` You said to him, and after a while he finally walked into the room, straight to you. Wilbur went to sit in the cushion chair, where he could see the both of you perfectly. George was now standing in front of you, fully dressed, as his eyes traveled across your naked body. You opened your legs, revealing the last part he still hasn't seen. His jaw was tightly locked.
,,You don't have to let her tease you like this`` Wilbur said with a hint of laughter in his voice. He never let you tease him too much. He had the power, and he always made sure you knew it.,,Its okay, I like it`` George almost whispered, and he finally started to remove his clothes. You bit your lower lip when his hands lowered his pants. You didn't have enough time to look at his cock, because he reached for your face and then very gently kissed you. You were caught by surprise, but quickly kissed him back. It took a lot from him to pull away from your lips, and then his hands grabbed your legs and opened them just a little bit more. His thick fingers traced your hole, and you let out a soft moan. When his fingers were covered in your wetness, he brought them to his lips and tasted you. He then grabbed his cock and positioned himself with you. With a long but gentle thrust, he entered your needy hole. You cried out and grabbed the sheets again. His hand found yours, and he squeezed it. George waited a moment before his hips started slowly moving. His moans were filling your head, and you didn't want him to stop. He was so careful with you. His other hand was squeezing your thigh needily. It was almost like he was scared you'd disappear. He might have been more gentle with you than Wilbur ever was, but he still hit all the right spots and forced your sweet little moans from you.
Only a couple of minutes passed before his moans grew louder and his movements more sloppy.
,,Can- Can I...``He started to painfully close his eyes, not being able to finish his sentence.
,,By the look on her face, I think you have to`` Wilbur chuckled, and you whined when you felt George's cock pulse inside of you. Soon he completely stopped with his eyes closed, finishing inside of you. You felt like your body was about to explode. George then gently pulled out from you and you cried out. He took a step back, and soon enough, Wilbur took his place.
,,Get on your fours`` he said, and you did what he said as quickly as you could. You put the upper part of your body on the bed, while your ass was in the air, arching as much as you could. Wilbur's cock thrusted into you, and you let out an empty moan. His hands painfully grabbed your hips, and he started fucking into you, knocking the air out of you. George took another step back while watching you get fucked by Wilbur. You weren't sure how long it took before Wilbur finished into you with a loud moan. Your brain was a mushy mess, and you were just getting ready to lay down until a pair of hands grabbed you by your hair and lifted your upper body. You opened your eyes to see George stroking his cock just a couple of inches away from your face. You looked up at him and opened your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his cock and sucked in. He fucked your face for a bit before you felt him get stiff. Then his warm cum filled your mouth and throat. It wasn't much, since he came just a couple of minutes ago. He pulled out of your mouth, and you swallowed while keeping eye contact with him.
,,You should let her cum on your lap; she gets real messy`` Wilbur said as he gently slapped your cheek. George walked to the chair where Wilbur sat before, and you let Wil help you walk towards it. With both of their help, you sat down on George's lap, and he placed your legs on his, so you were forced to keep them open. His finger found your clit and started drawing small circles on it. You pushed your back against his chest and let your head fall. You were so overstimulated that your legs wanted to shut down, but George's legs were making them stay in one place. His fingers fastened a bit, and you just continued moaning. You could feel your own wetness mixed with their cum dripping down to the chair.
,,Im...mmm`` You tried to say, but a moan stopped you. You fully focused on the exploding feeling in your lower stomach, and soon it sent you over the edge. You lost touch with reality for a bit, until the sensation became too much. You tried to move away from his fingers.
,,She can cum again`` Wilbur said, and you cried out. George listened and continued abusing you with his fingers. You were still trying to move away from him.
,,Y/N be good`` Wilbur said, and you forced yourself to calm down a bit. Soon the uncomfortable pain turned into pleasure, and very quickly your second orgasm hit you. Your legs went numb, and you almost forgot how to breathe. George's fingers stopped and placed your legs in a more comfortable position. His hands wrapped around your stomach and pulled you closer to him.
,,Not bad, huh`` Wilbur said, and George chuckled in your ear before kissing it.
OK. So I've seen people ask you stuff, and idk if your requests are closed or if it's just moots, but you can ignore this until your request are open again. 💔
I NEED a chubby reader x dteam. I barely have seen any chubby reader x dteam 💔 and I think it would go AMAZINGLY with your style of writing ❤️❤️❤️ (and maybe a little NSFW 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾) (and fem reader 🫠)
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my requests are closed but i am doing little thirsts n i really like this ask soooo / i also try to emphasise i don't think cc's treat people differently based on their body type but i do add extra descriptors for chubby!reader / anyways 16+ MDNI
dream sat behind you, his fingers dug into your pretty pussy, working you open while his mouth worked along your neck. ”such a pretty, pretty girl.” you moaned at all the combined stimulation, his free hand pulling your thighs apart every time they started to shake and close. the way his fingers chafed farther into the flesh of your thighs pushed you further to the edge. he chuckled when he felt your breathing hitch. ”awh, sweetheart, s'everything okay?” his voice is laced with faux sympathy to your ever-growing need to cum. the hand on your leg moved up tot the pudge of your stomach, drawing the lightest circles known to man while the fingers in your cunt brushed against the spot that had you seeing stars. ”go on baby, cum on my fingers.”
when sapnap pulled his tongue off your sex you whined, despite the fact that you'd just cum. ”oh peach, you wanna give me 'nother?” you nod down frantically at him. ”words.” he commands as he crawls further up to your face, pressing kisses all up the centre of your body, just to press a soft kiss to your lips. ”wan– wanna cum again. please?” your boyfriend smiles at you. ”anything for my darlin' girl.” he scoots back down between your legs, sucking circles into your legs before pressing his tongue flat against your pretty pussy, keeping his eyes on your scrunched up face. ”so much to love here darl', gonna make sure to kiss and love on your entire body.” all you can do is moan out, pushing your hands into his hair.
”oh my god, sometimes i just don't know what to do with you baby.” george coos, his hips rocking his cock in and out of your cunt. his hands are around your waist, squishing the flesh and pushing you farther down into the mattress. you moan into the pillows, the soft walls of your pussy clenching around his dick. ”shit, love. you're so perfect, you know that right?” you nod against the pillows, unable to get anything out besides your pretty mewls and moans.
The moment I knew we were in trouble, it wasn't a sudden realization, but a slow, creeping certainty, like the tide coming in.
It started with the collar.
We were standing in the hallway, ready to head out for a stream meetup, and George, mid-sentence about whether he should wear his blue hoodie, stopped talking. He reached out, not quite touching me, then seemed to decide that was ridiculous and finally closed the distance. His fingers, cool and quick, smoothed a slight wrinkle out of the edge of my jacket collar that I hadn’t even realized was there.
Then he stepped back quickly, the movement too sharp for George, who was usually all soft edges and gentle leans.
“There,” he mumbled, avoiding my eyes. “Looks better.”
“Thanks,” I managed, the word feeling too large and unwieldy for the simple gesture.
That was the first of a thousand micro-movements that began to define the geometry of our relationship. It used to be easy, simple lines of friendship; now, everything was a complicated, blurry curve.
The hugs, for instance. We’d always hugged. It was just us. A good morning hug, a celebratory hug, a comfort hug. But lately, when we pulled away, it was never a clean break. His hands would settle on my shoulder blades, or just above my hips, and they would linger. Just a beat too long. Long enough for the air between us to thicken, long enough for me to inhale the faint, familiar scent of his laundry detergent and the specific, earthy warmth that was just George.
Then there were the habits. They weren't conscious decisions; they were just things we started doing, flowing into each other’s personal spaces with the unnerving ease of two people who had slept next to each other on too many couches.
He stopped asking me what I wanted for breakfast. He just came back from the coffee shop with a large iced latte, two pumps vanilla, oat milk, exactly how I liked it, holding the cup with the practiced grace of someone who made that order daily. In return, I learned to prep his charger before he even asked and to leave the spare throw blanket folded exactly where he could grab it when he inevitably crashed on the sofa during a late-night editing session.
We were domestic. And it felt terrifyingly right.
It finally spiraled out of control the night we were having dinner with Clay and Nick. The table conversation was loud and chaotic, the way it always was when the four of us gathered. I was railing about a ridiculous game mechanic, gesturing wildly, when I saw George frown slightly.
Without looking away from the argument, George reached across the table—past the cutlery and the bread basket—and gently plucked a stray bit of rice off my cheek. He didn't even notice he was doing it. He just brought his hand back, looked at the rice, and then flicked it away. It was the most natural thing in the world, the kind of easy intimacy reserved for husbands or siblings.
The table went silent.
Clay put his fork down with a metallic clink. “Are you two going to get a room, or do I need to start calling you ‘The Wives’ now?”
The laughter from Nick was immediate and loud, but I didn't hear it properly. All I heard was the blood rushing in my ears. I felt George freeze beside me, his entire body going rigid.
“Shut up, Clay,” George said, but his voice was thin, lacking the usual sharp humor.
The teasing was relentless for the next twenty minutes—about how we clearly shared bank accounts, about George waiting up for me like a worried spouse, about the fact that they’d never seen two straight men this consistently in sync about dinner plans.
Every joke, every jab, hit a little too close to the bone. Every time George and I made eye contact over a shared, guilty-looking glance, it felt like confirmation of a secret we hadn't intended to keep.
We didn't talk about it on the drive home. The silence between us was so dense I felt like I could taste it.
When we got back to the apartment, George went straight to the kitchen to boil water for tea, moving with an unnatural precision that signaled panic.
I leaned against the counter watching him, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“They were just joking,” I finally said, the weak sound of my own voice echoing in the too-quiet space.
George shrugged, eyes fixed intensely on the kettle, as if analyzing the physics of bubbles. “Yeah. Obviously.”
“It was just friendly banter.”
“Mhm.”
But was it? Lately, the line between friendly banter and flirting had ceased to exist. Every shared glance, every inside joke, every time he used that low, teasing tone that made my stomach flip, felt like a deliberate invitation. We were trading playful insults that landed with the weight of compliments, and I didn’t know how to stop the game without breaking the whole board.
“George,” I started, pushing off the counter and taking a step towards him.
He flinched, pulling back slightly, the kettle still whistling furiously.
“Don’t,” he whispered, his eyes wide, a flicker of genuine distress in their depths.
“Don’t what? Don’t talk to you? Don’t stand near you?” My voice was rough. I felt a confusing mix of frustration, desire, and pure, raw fear. “George, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep pretending we don’t notice what’s happening.”
He finally met my gaze, and the temperature in the room plummeted. The playful warmth was gone, replaced by a deep, unsettling intensity.
“Notice what?” he challenged, but the tremor in his hands gave him away.
“The way you look at me,” I said, letting the words hang in the space between us. It was a confession, a confrontation, and a plea all wrapped into one. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”
It was that specific look: the slight downturn of his mouth, the almost painful vulnerability in his expression, the way his eyes tracked me like a compass needle finding north. It was the look that said: I see you. I want you. And I’m terrified of it.
He inhaled sharply, his chest rising. He switched off the kettle, the sudden silence deafening.
“I’m looking at my best friend,” he murmured, the lie thin and transparent.
I closed the final step between us. My hands went to his shoulders, firm but not aggressive, just enough pressure to anchor him there.
“If this is just friendship,” I challenged, leaning in until the space between our mouths was just an agonizing breath, “then why can’t I breathe when you’re this close?”
His eyes fluttered shut for a second. The air was charged, thick with all the unspoken rules we were shattering. I could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like tea and panic and home.
“You’re going to ruin me,” George choked out, his voice barely a whisper, eyes snapping open to stare at me with a desperate clarity I hadn't seen before. “And you don’t even know it.”
My chest ached with the weight of his confession. He wasn't accusing me; he was admitting his own fragile boundaries. He was laying the blame precisely where it belonged: on the unbearable closeness.
“I know it,” I corrected him, my voice equally low, heavy with shared longing. “I’m already ruined. I haven't been able to think about anything else for months.”
This was the cliff edge. There was no stepping back to the safety of shared streaming rooms and casual shoulder bumps. We were here, suspended over the abyss of changing everything we knew.
George’s composure finally fractured. His hands came up, gripping the front of my shirt, pulling me towards him until our foreheads knocked lightly. He was shaking.
“Don’t you dare tell me that,” he pleaded, the desperation raw in his voice. “Don’t you dare make it real after all this time—”
“It is real!” I snapped, sudden frustration overriding my fear. Frustration at the weeks of lingering hugs and the perfectly ordered coffee and the painful intimacy of fixing my collar. “Stop talking. Stop analyzing. Stop trying to find the logical off-ramp for this.”
He opened his mouth, probably to argue, to rationalize, to retreat back into the safe armor of denial and banter.
I couldn't take it anymore. The tension was a physical pressure, demanding release.
I tightened my hold on his shoulders, forcing him still, looking directly into his wide, brilliant eyes that were shining with unshed tears and fear.
I gave him the only order I could think of. The order that had been rattling around in my skull since the first time I noticed his hands linger a beat too long.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
It wasn't a question. It was a command laced with years of suppressed affection.
The words didn't even fully leave my lips before he surged forward, finally closing the distance we had both been orbiting for months.
The kiss was desperate and clumsy, laced with the salty taste of his fear and the sweet relief of breaking point. He didn't just meet me halfway; he met me completely, crushing his mouth against mine. His grip on my shirt tightened, anchoring himself to me like he was afraid he might float away if he let go.
The world narrowed down to the sound of his shuddering breath, the feel of his soft lips, and the sudden, overwhelming realization that this was what the lingering hugs had been leading to all along. This explosive, terrifying, deeply right collision.
When we finally separated, gasping, George’s face was flushed and his eyes were blazing. He didn't step away this time. He just leaned his forehead against mine, his breath ragged.
“I hate you,” he whispered fiercely, though his hands were now tracing shapes on the small of my back, possessive and tender.
I laughed, a shaky, relieved sound that felt massive in the quiet kitchen.
“No, you don’t,” I countered, pulling him closer, inhaling the scent of him one last time before I started kissing him again, knowing we had truly crossed the line now. We were ruined, alright. But we were finally ruined together.
Boys reaction to seeing you on your period Dtqk + sweater duo + Charlie fluff
• Dream
Does anything to make you happy. Cooks you breakfast lunch and dinner ordering take out and only focusing on you
Always making sure your ok “you feeling alright my love?” Kissing your forehead holding you in his arms
•George
“Eughhhh periods gross stinky” very teasing but overall very nice buying you stuff and rubbing your stomach when you get really bad cramps trying to make it better
“You alright, love?” Cuddles you laying down on your stomach and holding your hand kissing your neck and literally everywhere
•Sapnap
Brings you blankets snacks drinks takeout literally anything to make you happy. “Your so pretty my love”
Nonstop cuddles and kisses. He’s always holding you no matter what, your hands, your thighs. Anything. “My love” kissing you all over
• Quackity
Dosent know what to do so he just buys you chocolate and a bunch of chips and candy anything he knows you like.
Always within 5 feet of you just to make sure your ok and most of the time he’s clinging to your side doing stuff for you or cuddling you
•Karl
Brings you blankets and wraps you up with him snacks to your right bathroom to your left basically heaven
•Charlie
“He—heyyyyy baby?” Very nervous and worried about you giving you minute check ups “darling, you need anything? You feeling ok?” Gives you anything he can
“My sweet” holds your hand and mumbles praise to you. “Your so perfect my dear” always cuddling you
•Jschlatt
Gives you alcohol and lets Jambo rest on your stomach. Honestly such a sweetheart kissing you all over and making you food while you lay in bed.
