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.”
what about a mcyt x reader headcannon where reader is like a streamer who mostlly plays roblox andlike she cant even kill a zombie in minecraft cause im big on roblox and i js do creative in minecraft!
Thanks for the request! I love doing these!
Various!Myct x Fem!Reader
Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Caseoh, and tommyinnit
Quackity
-Quackity would definitely play roblox with you
-Quackity likes terrorizing little kids on any roblox game you guys play.
-Definitely hides behind you in horror games and beg you to go first.
-“NO NO I CANT GO!” he would yell with fake sadness and fear as he hides his character behind yours.
-In any combat game or any game where you can kill other players , he stays spawn camping you, he definitely targets you. until you finally kill him and he gets salty about it lmao
-He hates streaming it because fans keep trying to join and lagging whatever game you guys are playing.
Karl jacob’s
-Karl loves roblox, he probably begs you to play with him.
-Karl only likes the obbys though, like the goofy “2000 levels!” or the cart ride games.
-will definitely get sapnap to play with you guys, and it ends up with them jumping you in every game.
-Yall definitely stay up all night playing games and yelling about them over a discord call, The stream is like 6 hours atp
Sapnap
-Sapnap didn’t want to at first. thought he was too good for a “children’s game”
-Once you showed him the home page and all the games you and your fans like he caved.
-He has a love for the shooter and racing games. always making you play at least 3 rounds with him if you guys log onto roblox.
-Hates obbys. absolutely despises them, definitely complaining about every time you or Karl have the audacity to mutter the word “Obby”
-Secretly loves dress to impress, he will never admit it though
CaseOh (why not)
-100% yes. if anything he’s asking you to play roblox with him
-caseoh isn’t the best at minecraft either so you’re not alone
-He makes you play dress to impress for HOURSS
-he’s definitely down for horror games, loves playing the Mimic, even though he rages at it so much.
Tommyinnit
-Definitely takes some convincing
-He’s traumatized from the few times he’s played with Schlatt and jack
-He only plays the stupid games that make zero sense
A/N: his hair reveal got me out of a writer's block
-at some point while dating him you'd think "wow, he such a guy;" does so many stereotypical manly things that you can help but admire his masculinity; soft yet so masculine, he's reached a point where he is very much comfortable in who he is and in being a man that nothing bothers him anymore
-workouts a few times a week and especially likes when you join him because it makes the atmosphere more fun and lively; encourages you to lift weights even if they are not very heavy if you don't already; cares about your health sometimes more than his, you both remind each other about taking vitamins and even refill water bottles
-enjoys when you play fight or shadowbox him back in response to him doing it around you; wouldn't dare hurt you let alone put his hands on you, though he enjoys messing around and being playful with you; play fights always result in either cuddling that leads to a nap afterwards or making out
-you mention anything you like or want, doesn't matter if it's a luxury item or something hard to get, he's getting it for you; his motto is "fuck it, what my baby wants they get;" frequently finding gifts on your bed with a short note where he reminds you of when you said you wanted said thing, used to be not so good at wrapping gifts but now is a pro and even lets his creativity shine when doing so
-has surprised you on numerous occasions with some kind of itinerary for a weekend, sometimes week-long getaway date; prides himself in paying attention to the little things about you and asking what you like
-his favorite place to kiss you (besides your lips) is the top of your head/temple and your hands and arms; he frequently does this but mostly in private as he prefers to keep your relationship's affectionate acts private; the type of boyfriend to always keep a relaxed grasp on your thigh when driving, sometimes he squeezes your thigh other times it's your hand
The soft hum of Sapnap’s microphone was a familiar lullaby in our apartment, a constant counterpoint to the quiet rhythm of my own life. It wasn't just noise; it was the sound of him in his element, the cheerful chatter of his chat filling the room as he spoke into the void, yet somehow connecting with thousands. Right now, that void was focused on him, sitting at his large desk, bathed in the glow of his monitors. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content playing a supporting role, sprawled out on the pristine white couch positioned artfully behind him, just out of direct camera view, but definitely part of his space.
My phone was clutched idly in my hand, an unread message sitting on the screen from one of my friends. I was half-listening, half-scrolling, a gentle smile playing on my lips as I heard his distinct laugh, a sound that never failed to brighten my day. He was in full ‘streamer mode’ – animated, engaging, his words flowing effortlessly from updates to random tangents, a chaotic but endearing stream of consciousness.
“Alright, chat, so the new phone’s actually pretty sick,” he was saying, his voice a little lower than usual, almost a conspiratorial whisper. “Battery life is kinda insane, honestly. And the camera? Chef’s kiss. You guys will see some fire content soon, trust.” I could picture him nodding emphatically, his dark hair probably falling over his eyes. I imagined the chat exploding with generic tech advice or playful demands for pictures of our cats.
Then he segued, as he always did, into his Accutane journey. It was a frequent topic, a shared experience with many of his viewers. “Oh, and the Accutane update,” he announced, a slight shift in his posture as he leaned back. “It’s working, chat. Like, really working. My skin actually feels… normal? Which is wild, because for so long it was just… not that. My lips are still perpetually chapped, obviously,” he added with a self-deprecating chuckle, “I’m basically a walking Blistex advertisement at this point. But it’s worth it. Seriously, if you’re thinking about it, talk to your doctor. It’s been a game-changer for me.” I loved that he shared these personal things with his audience, raw and honest. It wasn’t just about games and jokes; it was about genuine connection.
I shifted slightly on the couch, my gaze drifting from my phone to the back of his head, the way his shoulders hunched slightly over his keyboard. He was a creature of habit, but also of boundless energy. He moved from one topic to the next with the speed of a squirrel spotting an acorn, a rapid-fire succession of thoughts. He started talking about a new game he’d played with George and Dream, recounting a particularly hilarious moment where one of them had accidentally fallen off a cliff, complete with sound effects and dramatic pauses. I could feel my own laughter bubbling up, a silent, internal joy that was just for me.
My fingers traced the texture of the couch fabric. The apartment was always a bit cooler when his PC was running, the gentle hum of the fans a steady drone. I loved these moments of quiet co-existence, where I could simply be in his space, observing him in his element. It was a privilege, really, to see the unedited version of the person so many thousands adored.
A yawn escaped me, a tiny, ladylike sound that I hoped didn't make its way to the microphone. I’d been on this couch for a good hour, half-listening, half-dozing. My leg had fallen asleep. Time to stretch. My mind, however, kept circling back to the thing I was hiding. The glorious, sparkling, utterly life-changing thing that was currently tucked away, for now, on my left hand. We’d agreed to wait, to find the right moment. And as I watched him ramble, so innocent and unaware, a mischievous idea sparked.
I slowly sat up, stretching my arms above my head, feeling the satisfying pop of my joints. Sapnap was now talking about his recent trip to the grocery store, a mundane tale elevated to comedic genius by his delivery. “And then this lady, right, she’s like, ‘Oh, those are great blueberries!’ And I’m just like, ‘Ma’am, these are my blueberries, I picked them, they’re going in my basket.’ She looked at me like I had three heads, chat. I swear! Like, what am I supposed to do? Give her my perfectly ripe blueberries?”
I quietly padded across the carpeted floor, my bare feet making no sound. He was so engrossed in his grocery store saga, he didn’t even register my approach. My heart gave a little flutter of anticipation. This was it. The perfect, imperfect, completely us way to do it.
When I reached his chair, I leaned down, wrapping my arms gently around his neck from behind. He startled slightly, a small "Whoa!" escaping him, but then he leaned back into my embrace, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. His natural warmth seeped through his t-shirt, a comforting anchor. I rested my chin on his shoulder, my left hand, almost instinctively, coming to rest on top of my right one, just above his chest. My fingers curled lightly, and there, glinting under the studio lights, was the Snowdrift ring, its princess cut diamond catching every available ray of light.
For a moment, there was just the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the soft static of the mic, and the distant, muffled sound of his stream. Then, a distinct pause in chat. A few confused emotes. Then, a flurry.
“WAIT” “IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “HOLY SHIT” “RING????” “SAPNAP WHAT IS THAT!!!!” “OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Sapnap’s eyes, which had been idly scanning chat for a moment, suddenly fixated on my hand. His mouth fell slightly open, and he slowly turned his head to look at me, a wide, disbelieving grin spreading across his face.
I couldn’t help it. The secret was out. The dam broke. I leaned in, my voice a thrilled whisper right next to his microphone, the sound of my laughter mingling with his.
“Yes chat, I finally got my big and shiny diamond ring!” I chirped, pulling my hand away from his chest for a second to wave it playfully at the camera, letting the diamond sparkle for all to see. It was even more beautiful in the light than I remembered, a perfect square of blinding brilliance, set in the delicate Snowdrift band. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. “I finally get to wave it around and talk about it, but I’ll do it on my Instagram story, so be ready if you follow me. You know I’m going to go into detail.”
The chat exploded. It was a cacophony of emojis, capital letters, and excited exclamations. It felt like the entire internet was screaming with joy. Sapnap, still grinning from ear to ear, reached out and gently took my left hand in his. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft, warm kiss directly onto the sparkling diamond. His eyes, when he looked up at me, were full of an emotion that made my heart swell – a mixture of pride, love, and pure, unadulterated happiness.
He then turned back to the camera, his smile never faltering, his voice now a little softer, a little more heartfelt than his usual streamer persona. “Chat,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the monitor, “this is my fiancé. You’ll see her more often now.”
The word, "fiancé," hung in the air, electric and sweet. My cheeks flushed, but I couldn't stop smiling. He was right. There would be no more hiding my hand, no more discreetly turning it away from the camera. Our secret, our beautiful, shining secret, was finally out. I squeezed his shoulder, feeling the tremor of his own excitement. This wasn't just a ring; it was a promise, a future, and the purest, most unexpected way to announce it to the world. And as chat continued to scream its congratulations, I knew, with absolute certainty, that this moment, messy and spontaneous and perfectly us, was just the beginning of our forever.
dtk & reader hcs! but they are all friends, how do you think they would be if they hooked up with reader and got insanely pussy whipped by them 😭 LMAOOO , like they just get completely obsessed after the hookup
- 👻😁
pairing: dtk x reader
requested? yes by 👻 my beloved
warnings: public stuff, smut!
authors note: I didn't know if you meant like smut involved but I kinda incorporated it in, if you want something else just lmk, this is just how I interpreted it!!
Dream gasped for air as he moved away from yn lips. His cock pulsed again even after two rounds. Dreams cock pressed against yn slick pussy. He began to grow again and moaned into her neck. "Dream I can't do anymore," she moaned out at the feeling of his growing cock. "That's okay," he mumbled. He reached down to just feel her pussy. He covered his hand over it feeling it's warmth.
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"yn, what are you doing tonight?" Dream asked as all their friends sat around in the dream team living room. "nothing, why?" She smiled at him. "I was wondering if you wanted to?" He looked her up and down trying to hint. "I thought what you guys did was just a hookup?" Sapnap butted in. "It was, I just, I really liked it," Dream blushed. "Dude you're so fucked," Sapnap laughed and pointed down at Dreams obvious bulge.
SAPNAP
"I couldn't take my lips off her clit. It was so sweet and the sight. Oh my god," sapnap moaned at the memory of yn squirting all over Sapnap's face as he ate her out. "You've been talking about her pussy for like an hour it's really weird," George cringed. "It was so good though," Sapnap thought back. "She's our friend shut up," George threw a pillow at his crotch.
Yn walked by towards the kitchen. "Yn, Sapnap won't stop talking about you guys having sex," George laughed. "Seriously? If you liked it that much you could've just said and we could've done it again." Yn shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk to the kitchen. "What, really?" Sapnap eyes widened. Yn nodded and Sapnap jumped up grabbing yn around the waist and pulling her towards his bedroom. "I have to make your pretty pussy squirt again,"
GEORGE
"that felt so good," George whispered and pressed a kiss on yn forehead as they laid entangled in each other and the sheets. "It was, thanks Georgie," yn smiled and began to get up. "Wait, where are you going?" George asked pulling her back down. "To my bedroom?" "No, stay!" George pleaded holding his arm around his waist snaking it into her panties. "I'll convince you," he mumbled pushing her down onto the bed.
George looked up to yn eyes from in front of her pussy. "Can I?" He asks politely, pressing a kiss over her panties. "Yeah," she moaned out. "Good," he almost ripped her panties and dove into her wetness.
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Multiple orgasms later George stayed latched onto yn clit. Yn moaned loudly and tugged at his hair begging for him to stop. "can't, I love your pussy too much," he mumbled into her heat. "We get it, yn pussy is great but some of us are tryna sleep." Karl knocked on George's bedroom door as the guest bedroom is next to George's.
KARL
Karl and yn sat next to each other on the couch along with all their other friends. Karl's hand made its way under the blanket that they were sharing and onto her thigh. "Can I do this?" Karl whispered into her ear. Yn nodded absently not thinking much of it until he squeezed her thigh higher then usual. "What exactly are you doing?" She asked softly. "I can't stop thinking about you, ever since we, you know. I need it. Please." He mumbled into her ear kissing it slightly.
Yn opened her legs slightly trying to be discrete. All their friends knew they hooked up as Karl was completely enamored by yn afterwards. Completely smitten by the feeling. But that didn't mean they wanted everyone to know that innocent Karl was currently finger fucking yns tight, soaking pussy he was obsessed with. Without thinking Karl took his fingers out and placed them into his mouth licking his fingers clean. "Are you guys joking?" Dream groaned looking at the two.
My name is Zoe though call me harpy I go by they/them I'm bisexual
What I would write about:
I enjoy writing and reading smut/nsfw and I would do any type even gay smut/nsfw and I can do fluff though I would not write nsfw about minors or any person who asked not to have nsfw about them because I don't prefer going against people or what they are comfortable
Who I would write about
Alright the elemental masters from Ninjago
Genshin impact
Dsmp (except Tommyinnit,tubbo and ranboo in my writing they would be minors)
And last but not least Call Of Duty
What people do I support
I support everyone except those mean bullies you see places
Done I ain't writing no more about myself but do request stuff please!
