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MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS
A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀
DREAM:
If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.
Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.
Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…
You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”
He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.
Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.
SAPNAP:
Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.
Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see.
God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…
He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging.
Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.
Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…
Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.
GEORGE:
My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?
Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…
Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”
Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”
Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.
But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”
He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.
KARL:
When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.
He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.
He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”
Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.
For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.
Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.
Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you.
QUACKITY:
Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.
Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’”
Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).
The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.
So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.
He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.
He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.
WILBUR:
I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.
He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.
A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.
As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.
Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics.
Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.
Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.
FOOLISH:
Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.
He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...
Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed.
Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it.
Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.
A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.
PUNZ:
Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.
Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.
Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.
Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.
This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?
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⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !
CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.
SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.
WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!
A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!
MASTERLIST.
DREAM:
"Feeling a bit better?"
You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.
"Mm…"
His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
"You should be resting."
You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.
"Clay. You're ill."
"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.
"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.
"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"
"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."
Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.
"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.
"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.
He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.
You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.
Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.
SAPNAP:
A loud groan resounds across the house.
You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.
Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.
You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.
"You sound like you're dying."
You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.
"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."
You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.
"Wait, are you actually sick?"
"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"
"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"
"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.
"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.
"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"
"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"
You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.
"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.
"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"
"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."
GEORGE:
How can George still be asleep?
You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.
You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.
Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.
"George? Are you awake?"
Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.
"Georgie?"
"Hmng."
You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.
"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"
"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"
"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."
That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.
"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."
George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.
"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."
You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"
You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.
QUACKITY:
"You're an idiot."
Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.
"Huh?"
"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.
"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."
"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."
"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."
Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.
"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.
"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"
You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.
"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."
"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."
"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.
"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."
Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."
"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.
"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."
KARL:
"Your nose is running."
You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.
"Mhm."
He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.
"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.
"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."
You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.
"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.
"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"
You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.
"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."
You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.
"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.
"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."
He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.
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NFLSHFOS I SAW THIS THING WARLIER RIGHT AND ITS LIKE READER GETTING EDGED RIGHT? BUT THEG SAY “do you not love me daddy?” TO TRY GUILT TRIP THEIR PARTNER AND I…..HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT?
OK HI, SO SORRY ABOUT HIW INACTIVE I HAVE BEEN, BUT I AM ALIVE, I AM SO LATE TO THIS BUT HERE YOU GO
Dream:
The type to finger you and pull away as soon as you clench around his fingers
your sobbing and sniffling, unable to handle much more edging
”d-do you not love me?” Youd ask, trying to guilt him into giving you an orgasm
hed Def falter for a second and think about it, but he’d end up smiling and laughing a bit
”just a few more ok? Daddy loves you so much, I’ll let you cum soon”
Sap:
Honestly think he’s eating you out or sucking you off, he loves using his mouth, and it’s so painful to edge you because god he just wants your cum all over his face
”p-please, I’ve been s-so good, d-don’t you love me?”
he’d honestly start laughing, not falling for it “aww, you don’t think daddy loves you?”
he’d leave you on edge for a while before finally letting you cum
Karl:
He would definitely fall for it
“I-I do love you doll, go on, cum for me”
he’d pick up his thrusts and fuck you through your orgasm that you begged for
hes so gullible, guilt tripping him is so easy, but in the end you thank him over and over for your orgasm
Punz:
He honestly couldn’t care about it and sees through you
”I’ll let you decide that for yourself, I think all this proves your very much loved”
as he just fucks you senseless
he keeps you on edge for hours and makes you scream and cry, but you know he loves you
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Sapnap: Truth or dare
Y/n: *exasperated* truth
Sapnap: Do you want to kiss me?
Y/n: Dare
Sapnap: *leans in* I dare you to kiss me
Y/n: *Too stubborn to give in* never have I ever-
Sapnap: ThAT's NOt ThE gAMe
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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? | 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩
⌦ in which sapnap asks dream about crushes, but instead gets an answer from you, the said crush.
— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, best friends to lovers, use of real name
| “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.” |
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it was a casual afternoon. well, as casual as it could get since your best friend, dream, had face revealed. you were on a discord call with him, getting ready to stream in the next minutes. dream had been talking about how he felt with the word seeing him, and now nerve wracking it was.
“—and the filming process! oh my god! it’s so weird to be in front of the camera!” you laughed when he did — his laugh was very contagious. it was even more funny as he had his face cam on, you could see his head titling back as his mouth hung open slightly when a wheeze past his lips.
“dream! stop!” you choked out, hand almost slapping your desk in a fit of giggles. “how are you feeling now that you’re really out there?” you still kept the playful tone, but he knew there was some seriousness in it.
“i’m hoping to film irl content now, and hoping you could maybe fly out to film something.” he smirked at his camera. if you were a random person listening to this conversation, you would’ve thought he was hinting something suggestive.
“that would be amazing!” you smiled brightly. “when we’re you—”
“hey, clay?” you we’re cut off by a male voice. your other best friend (and potential crush), sapnap, had entered dream’s recording room with a small knock. his purple balenciaga hoodie hanging off him slightly and his black shorts holding his thighs.
dream turned around to face sapnap, not turning off his camera or muting his mic, figuring he was just going to ask what was for dinner. “what’s up?”
you stayed silent as you watched the two boys on your screen, chin rested on the palm of your hand. you watched sapnap remove his black cap, run his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.
he let out a sigh. “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” dream’s eyes widened at the question. of course, he’s talked about love and crushes with some of his friends, but it wasn’t with sapnap. this was the first he’s heard sapnap talk to passionately about something involving love.
you let out a silent laugh at how clueless dream was. you cleared your throat. “well sapnap, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to—” your voice trailed off when you noticed sapnap’s eyes staring into yours and pink dusted on his cheeks like paint.
he held an adorable smile, that could almost turn into a smirk if he moved his lips a certain way.
“why are you looking at me like that?” dream had let out another wheeze, clenching his hand over his clothed heart. he wipes a tear that had escaped his eye.
“i think you guys have some things to talk about.” he turns to sapnap. “maybe y/n could teach you a thing or two about having a crush.”
“yeah, maybe.” while he was still slightly embarrassed, sapnap managed to send a decent wink to the camera. he smirked in victory as the tips of your ears became red.
“you know, clay. nick might learn better if it was in person. i think i’ll take your offer.”
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“hi, chat! how are we today?” you adjust yourself on your spiny chair, eyes glancing over chat.
HI Y/N
how r u
ARE YOU BLUSHING???
THE Y/N BLUSHING!?
“chat! no! please—” you shoved for face in your hands, shaking your head. it only popped up when your donation sound effect ran through your headphones.
sapnap donated $4.20
see you soon, sweetheart :>
“oh sweet jesus.”
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a/n: very ugly fic, but i haven’t posted in a month :(( part two?????
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homecoming.
Summary: Y/N gets noticed by the football team the week of homecoming by how she dresses.
NSFW MINORS DNI !!
Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degrading, unsafe sex, thigh riding, some surprises.
Word Count: 8439
inspired by amaranthbb & slapnap’s anons.
shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.
Color Code:
Green - Dream
Blue - George
Orange - Sapnap
Purple - Karl
Yellow - Punz
Pink - Reader
Red - Third Person
(Pink) I looked down at my phone, sighing deeply when the group-chat continuously kept spamming. I wasn’t able to even keep up with what they were saying, when there was only four of us in it, counting myself. Finally, they stopped texting and I scrolled up rereading everything.
"Homecoming is this week?"
I asked myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. I had completely forgot about it. I had seen all the flyers and posters scattered around the college all last week.
Shaking my head, I bite my lip in thought. This was the week everyone got to dress up in honor of the school and mainly to support the football team.
"This basically is just everyone showing their support to the football team in a span of five days."
Groaning, I sit down on the couch looking up at the ceiling. They posted the dressing schedule for the week. I think to myself, pulling up the College website. Looking for the schedule, I find it and scoff.
Monday - Favorite Fictional Character
Tuesday - College Colors
Wednesday - Sports Day
Thursday - Favorite Celebrity
Friday - Pajama Day
"Friday is probably my favorite." I muttered, tossing my phone down and groaning.
Looking around, I walked over to my closet and scanned through the clothes I had hung up, finding none of them appealing. Looking through the clothes, attempting to find some that looked somewhat like a fictional characters outfit.
"Oh I forgot I had this."
Frowning I grabbed the hanger that held a green dress, and looked it up and down feeling the soft fabric.
"I may have my green wig somewhere around here."
I place the dress down on the bed, thinking about where the wig could be.
"I wore this two years ago on Halloween, I know it's somewhere in here hell."
---
(Green) "Are people seriously dressing up for this shit?"
Karl looked over at me like I had three heads, "Obviously it's their one chance to get away with wearing whatever they want." He said, and I rolled my eyes.
"You're saying that because you're dressed as fucking Gandalf."
Sapnap spoke up from the other side of the locker room, and I just chuckled rubbing the back of my neck. Leaning back against the cool lockers, letting them cool down my sweaty back.
"My outfit has nothing to do with this conversation."
He grumbled, looking away embarrassed. Punz snorted and sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Grimacing, I slightly push him away as he was also sweaty.
"Get off me you fuck."
I groan out, scrunching my face up in disgust. "Chill dude, you've been pissy all practice." Punz glared, removing his arm from my shoulders.
"Yeah, because I had to see all these girls dressed up as characters that wore horrendous clothes."
"There was someone who caught my eye though." Sapnap said, as he walked over towards us finally.
"Another one of your side chicks?" George asked, and Sapnap flipped him off.
"No, someone. I don't know her name but she was dressed up as Fubuki from One Punch Man."
He reasoned, and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you noticed her, she was dressed as one of your favorite anime characters."
George said, laughing and Sapnap punched him in the arm.
"Shut up, and fuck off." Sapnap said in an awful British accent.
George just shrugged and rummaged through his locker, while Karl put his fake beard back on.
"We still have four more days of this torture."
Scoffing, I flipped Punz off for reminding me.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna try and figure her name out."
Looking up, I gave Sapnap a blank stare, "You do you."
---
(Purple) Looking at my phone, I scroll through the groupchat.
"Fuck, watch where you're going damn."
I hear a feminine voice say, and I look up seeing a girl dressed in black and green on the floor glaring up at a guy who seemed oblivious.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I asked, reaching out my hand which she lightly slapped away and lifted herself up dusting herself off.
"I'm fine no thanks to fuckface over there."
She said, using her thumb to point to the guy who was now half way through the hallway.
"Nice outfit."
I complimented, and she looked down and smiled a bit.
"Thanks, it was the only stuff I had that matched the school colors."
She said, and I grinned looking her up and down.
"Well, I like the two different knee-high socks. It looks cool."
She looked down past her black skirt, and readjusted her left sock around her mid thigh.
"Although I'd got to say your shirt is my favorite." I giggled out, looking at her baby Yoda sweatshirt.
"It isn't really mine, it's my roommates. She doesn't know I took it."
Chuckling I shake my head and stick my hand out, "Karl. Nice to meet you."
Grabbing my hand, she shook it, "I know who you are, you're on the football team. I'm Y/N."
---
(Yellow) "This movie sucks." I whisper to George, who only nods in response.
"Punz quiet in my class." The professor lectured, and I bite my tongue.
Scanning the classroom my eyes stopped on someone who was wearing my number.
Elbowing George, I pointed to her and he glared before his eyes followed my finger.
"Who is that and why is she wearing your number?" He whispered.
Shrugging, I looked at her. Only the back of her was visible.
As if she felt our eyes on her, she turned around and looked directly at me and George.
Hitching my breath, George just waved to which she gave him a confused look and turned back around.
"Punz and George please exit my classroom if you aren't going to pay attention."
---
(Blue) Groaning stepping out of my dorm, I cursed under my breath as I opened my umbrella.
"Now is the time I wished I had a car." I complained, walking towards campus.
"Hey isn't that George?"
Hearing my name, I looked around for the person who said it. Stopping I saw the girl from yesterday with two other girls. They seemed to be whispering between each other, but she looked uninterested as she continued walking towards campus.
"Hey George."
Blinking out of thought, I realized the two others were now in front of me.
"Uh hey." I said, looking between them and the girl.
"We were wondering--"
"Hold that thought I gotta go."
I rushed out, stepping around them and jogging to catch up with her.
"You're the guy who was staring at me yesterday."
I heard her say. I realized she turned around when she heard quick footsteps coming her way.
Blinking not knowing what to say, I open my mouth yet nothing came out.
"If you don't have anything to say as a rebuttal, I'd like to continue walking so I can get to class." She said, and I cleared my throat.
"Right. Uhm. Sorry about yesterday my friend and I saw that you were wearing his jersey number."
She nodded, and started walking glancing over her shoulder at me.
Taking that as a sign to follow her, I started walking alongside her.
"It was the only jersey I own, I didn't know it was an actual number for someone on the team as it was 69."
Laughing I shook my head, "Punz fought hard for that number. It took seven calls to coach, a couple boxes of chocolate, and getting on his knees begging."
She looked at me incredulously, "Are you joking?"
Chuckling I nodded.
"He only got on his knees and begged."
She laughed and shook her head, "Tell him I aspire to be as brave and dedicated as him."
"I will."
Smiling and looking down at the wet grass, pavement was soon in my line of vision.
I hadn't realized we made it to campus this quickly.
"Well it was nice talking to you George, I'm Y/N."
Before I could question how she knew my name she walked into the building. I just smiled, realizing she was dressed as Zendaya from the Met Gala.
---
(Orange) As we all walked to practice I saw someone who seemed familiar.
"Yo! That's her."
I said pointing to her, and Dream grabbed my hand pushing it down.
"Don't point it's fucking rude."
He scolded me, and I scoffed.
"Oh, Y/N is the girl that was dressed as Fubuki?"
Karl asked, I looked over at him dumbfounded.
"You know her?"
I asked loudly, and Karl shook his head.
"No, we met a couple days ago though."
"Yeah, I ran into her yesterday, and she also caught Punz staring at her in class."
"She's wearing the wiggles pajama's."
Dream pointed out, and I finally looked at her outfit.
"It looks really comfortable."
He added, and we all just watched her get in her car and leave.
---
(Red) The day of the football game everyone was either nervous or excited. For the students, it was a mix of both. For the players, they were excited.
They were hardly ever nervous, as they always won almost every game.
"Do you think Y/N will be here?"
Sapnap asked, and Punz groaned.
"Dude you haven't shut up about her since you saw her on Monday."
Sapnap shot him a glare and threw his deodorant bottle at him. Dodging it, he flipped Sapnap off while George looked between the two.
"You both are idiots."
Dream said, as he closed his locker looking at Karl who was laying down on one of the benches on his phone.
"Well aren't you at least a little curious if she is going to be here?"
Sapnap asked, and they all groaned.
"If we say yes will you shut the hell up?"
Karl said, and Sapnap frowned while George nudged his shoulder.
"Yes. But it's doubtful I heard Y/N's friends talking about how they were gonna dress and it sounded like Y/N wasn't going to come."
George said, and Dream felt a bit upset about that.
Out of all of them, Dream seemed the most disinterested in her.
---
After the game, they cheered as they beat them. It was a close game, too close for their liking but they still won. As the bleachers started clearing out, the boys ran back into the locker room.
Y/N on the other hand did show up, but she wasn't dressed like she wanted to be there. Her friends dragged her out there, literally.
She was dragged out of bed, and forced into clothes.
"Hey Y/N."
Hearing her name, she looked over and sighed when she saw her uncle calling for her and waving her over.
"Could you take this to the boys."
He said, handing her a clipboard of what looked like things the boys needed to work on.
"Be careful they may be showering so knock or yell to make sure they aren't naked."
Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off.
She regrets ever going to the same college her uncle worked at.
"We'll see you after you get done."
Her friends said, and she just rolled her eyes flipping them off. When she reached the door that led to the locker room, she heard the muffled voices of the boys. Growing curious she pressed her ear to the door, yet to no avail she heard nothing.
'I am already regretting this.' She thought to herself.
Knocking on the door, she heard the muffled voices falter for a second, before she heard footsteps approaching the door. Flinching when the door was jerked open, she cringed when an awful creaking noise was heard.
"Oh hey Y/N."
Remembering the voice, she looked up to match the voice with the face.
"Oh hey, uh.. Punz? Right?" She asked, hesitantly.
Chuckling, the boy nodded.
"That's me." He reassured.
After a deafening silence, and an awkward exchange of eye contact she cleared her throat and brought her hand up.
"Coach wanted me to give this to you."
She finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
Hearing the showers in the background, she figured the rest had left Punz to get the door while they showered.
"Oh thanks."
Blinking back into reality, she nodded finally taking notice that he was shirtless and only a towel was clinging to his hips.
"May I ask why coach sent you of all people?" He asked, eyebrows pinched in confusion.
She scratched the back of her neck, and looked every where but at him.
"It's a long story." She muttered, flustered.
Punz took notice of this quickly, and smirked. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms.
"I've got time."
'Of course you do.' She thought to herself holding back an eye roll.
"Well, to summarize it to save both our time and so you can shower because you reek. Coach is my uncle. I came to this college because he worked here, and I wanted to have a familiar face in a brand new place."
She explained, while Punz cringed at the fact that he got told he smelled awful.
Running his hands through his tousled hair, he nodded.
"Good to know I can't fuck you. Coach would have my head. You're automatically going on the no list." He said, nonchalantly.
Widening her eyes at how open he was, she shook her head.
"Wouldn't want to sleep with you anyways, now shower you fucking smell."
Turning around, she began to walk away as Punz smirked watching her figure.
Looking over her shoulder, she smirked, "Congratulations on the win by the way, tell Dream I said he's hot for scoring the winning point."
Shaking his head, he turned around and shut the door pushing his tongue against the wall of his cheek.
"She's going to fucking pay."
---
(Yellow) Scoffing as I walked into the shower area, everyone turned to look at me.
"Who was at the door?"
Karl asked, and I just groaned.
"Y/N."
Stepping under the water, her words played on repeat in my head.
"Why was she here? What the hell did she want?"
Dream said, bewildered due to the fact she came to the locker room.
"Well, her uncle sent her."
"Who the fuck is her uncle?" Sapnap asked, now intrigued.
"Coach."
Was all I said, and they all snapped their heads to me.
"Dude. Do you know how bad it would've been if one of us slept with her?"
Karl said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Even more of a reason to fuck her."
I simply said, and Dream scoffed from beside me.
"Why are you scoffing? I basically told her to her face I wouldn't fuck her. Then she turned around and told me to tell you that she thought you were hot for winning the game."
I told him, and he chuckled.
"She's playing a dangerous game."
Dream muttered, and I could only agree.
"If you ask me, I think her being coach's niece is more of a reason to fuck her. It's basically risky. If coach ever found out, he'd make us run till we've thrown up. Then make us run again until we pass out. It's cliche. Almost too perfect."
George spoke up, and Sapnap just agreed by a head nod.
I sighed, after washing up and quickly dried myself off.
"You two go ahead and take that shot. I'm not running till my death."
I bluntly said, and Dream just hit my shoulder.
"Fucking the coach's niece. Doesn't it just sound fun?"
He said, and I groaned.
"Sounds like trouble to me."
"Oh come on, you're always up for a challenge."
Sapnap said, patting my shoulder and I sighed.
"Fuck it."
"But let's make this a bet. Whoever fucks her first wins."
I looked over at Karl, shocked that he was the one who even came up with the idea.
"Alright. You're on."
---
(Orange) "Why did I even agree to that stupid bet."
I muttered under my breath, walking to my morning class.
'Of course, Mrs. Cassidy would have her class at 7 am.' I thought to myself, already tired as I was up all night playing Minecraft with the others.
"Fucking hell Sap, watch where you're going."
That voice instantly took all the grogginess out of me.
'Y/N.'
Realizing what I had done, I accidentally bumped her shoulder causing her to drop whatever she was carrying.
Squatting down to help her pick it up, my eyes widened when I saw that it was her laundry basket.
Some of her clothes were still in there, while others were sprawled across the grass. Getting damp from the morning dew.
"Great. Fucking great. Now I have to rewash some of them."
She complained picking some up.
I simply stared, guilt overcoming my body.
Reaching for pieces of her clothing, I grabbed two shirts, a pair of shorts, four pairs of mated socks, and a pair of her underwear.
She didn't seem too embarrassed at the fact that I was holding her undergarments.
"Thank you." She grunted out.
"You're welcome."
I quickly stammered out.
"I really don't want to put those in with the clean ones, can you carry them to my dorm?"
Seeing her mouth move, I heard nothing.
"Hm?"
I hummed and finally snapped back into reality.
"I said, do you mind carrying those back to the dorm? Since you're the one who caused it in the first place."
Almost jumping to agree, I remembered class.
"I would, but I have to get to Mrs. Cassidy's."
I told her, and she gave me a look.
"You do remember Mrs. Cassidy won't be having class today, and won't have a sub for another two days. Right? She notified everyone through her email that she was delivering her baby."
She said, looking at me as if I were dumb.
"Well, I don't even look at my emails."
I retaliated.
She only rolled her eyes and turned on her heel walking towards her dorm.
Following in behind her, I took notice of what she was wearing.
'She looks very comfortable.'
"You look comfy."
I said, attempting to spark up a conversation as the walk would be about a 10-minute walk due to how slow she was with the basket.
"It's my pajamas, I don't have class today until 4 pm."
She explained, and I hummed.
"Also I thought the laundry mat was closed until 8 am?"
I questioned.
She glanced over her shoulder.
"Perks of your uncle having a spare key for it. I get to do it as long as I also do his laundry in return."
Shifting the articles of clothing in my arms, I nodded.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
Startled at the sudden question, I try to think quickly.
"I'm twenty years old, a junior in college, I am from Texas, I met Dream when we were teenagers. We promised to go to the same college when we were younger. We met George a couple years later, and he decided to come to this college as an experiment for America. Punz and I met during my senior year of High school, and Karl and I met freshman year of college. We've all been inseparable since."
Even though she was in front of me, I could tell she was smiling.
"That's sweet."
She hummed out, and I grinned.
Walking into the yard of the dorms, I finally learned that Y/N's dorm was only two minutes from mine.
"Which one are you?"
"C7."
She quickly answered, attempting to fish her key out of her back pocket.
Sighing, I came up behind her, "May I? I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable. But I'd rather you not spill more clothes."
She looked at me for a brief second, before nodding.
Moving all the clothes carefully into my right arm, I slowly grab her waist and move her a bit closer.
I could see chill bumps appear on her neck when my breath fanned it.
"Grab the damn key already."
Her voice almost sounded as if it were desperate.
Slipping my hand into her back pocket, I grabbed the key.
She stumbled a bit, and I hooked my fingers onto the pocket pulling her back with much more force than I intended.
Feeling her slam against my chest, I grunt in slight pain and she groaned in discomfort.
"Sorry."
I whisper, and I could've sworn I heard her whine.
"Unlock the fucking door."
She breathed out, looking up at me over her shoulder.
I instantly melted, her eyes said something that I had been dying to see.
"All it took was some physical touch? Are you that touch deprived? How cute."
I tease, and she shifted whining.
"Door. Now."
Chuckling, I walk in front of her, purposefully dragging my finger across her waist and stomach before unlocking her door.
Stepping inside, she followed behind in a rush.
Basically tossing the basket on the floor near what I assumed was her room door, she turned around grabbing my hand.
Dropping the clothes on the floor, I followed her like I was a lost puppy.
Opening the door that I saw prior, she pushed me onto the bed.
"Have you had breakfast?"
She asked, and my eyes dropped down to between her legs.
"Nope."
"Good, you are now."
Groaning at the thought, I was never one to openly be a bottom but the way she took control instantly had me excited.
"Lay down."
Listening, my mouth watering I hear her shuffling and some clothes being tossed onto the floor.
Raising up on my elbows, I gawk at her.
"Stop staring and lay down."
Taking a couple of seconds to continue looking at her body, I nod and lay back down.
Feeling the bed dip under her, I finally see her crawl on top of me.
"Don't hold back either."
"Didn't plan on it."
Grinning, I playfully reach up and pinch her thigh.
She yelped and slapped my hand away, moving up and positioning herself above me.
Lowering herself onto my face, I hook my arms around her thighs to hold her down as I instantly shoot my tongue out for a taste.
"Fuck Sapnap."
She moaned.
"Sapnap."
"Sapnap."
Hearing snapping, I open my eyes and Y/N was there, looking rather annoyed.
"Are you going to get the key out or not?"
Fuck.
---
(Red) For the next few days, Y/N would purposely avoid the football team, as she heard rumors going around that she fucked them. Obviously, this wasn't true, but did they know that? No. Only her friends and she knew the truth.
She was a virgin, after all, wanting to save herself for someone special.
The boys didn't deny it, though they didn't really hear this rumor. People took this as an answer. That actually happened. Plus, the boys weren't people who would fuck and tell.
"Y/N, Punz is heading your way." Her friend warned.
Y/N glanced to her side and rolled her eyes instantly seeing that it wasn't just Punz. Karl was right behind him, following in behind.
"What do you two want?" She asked, begrudgingly.
Punz feigned hurt, while Karl just frowned at her tone.
"Well, the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out one day after practice."
He said while Karl nodded in agreement. Y/N dismissed her friend, who hesitantly left.
Raising an eyebrow, she finally turned around to look at the two. Both had looks of hope on their face. She looked directly at Karl, who had surprisingly crossed his fingers.
Sighing, she shook her head and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
"Fine, but hanging out. That's it."
She said, her voice strict.
Punz was about to argue, but Karl hit him in a warning and nodded his head.
"Just hanging out, that's all."
He reassured, and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking off.
"You fucking prick--"
Karl turned and quickly ran towards the exit, and football field while Punz was hot on his tail.
Bad who was there to give them their waters, looked as Punz tackled Karl to the ground.
Widening his eyes in shock, he ran over to the two trying to pry Punz off of the other.
Sapnap looked at them, with a lopsided grin amused.
George pinched the bridge of his nose, as Bad yelped when he was ripped down on the ground by Punz.
"Dream."
George said, already fed up.
Dream looked at them and walked over.
"Unless you want to run until you vomit I'd suggest you stop acting like fucking five-year-olds."
Bad looked over at him, mouth wide open.
"That means you to waterboy. Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."
Instantly, the three stopped and stood up. Karl had grass stains on his pants, while Punz just looked out of breath. Bad adjusted his clothes and dusted himself off.
"So?"
Sapnap finally spoke up, and Karl's eyes lit up.
"She agreed."
Karl said, and all the boys felt a heavyweight lift off their shoulders. Now they just had to execute the plan.
---
(Pink) Looking around, she debated on whether or not she should tell her friends about her date with the boys. 'Well, it's not a date.' She thought to herself, before deciding against it in case it fueled the fire of the rumors.
Deciding to just wear the outfit she wore to school, she walked out of her dorm and towards the football field. She saw some people lingering around, some just hanging out, yet there was no sign of the boys.
Sighing, she headed towards the locker room and knocked.
All the muffled voices came to a halt.
As she looked at the door, bored out of her mind George's face came into view.
"Hey, we're getting dressed. We'll be out in a moment."
As soon as George came, he left.
"Okay.."
She mumbled and turned on her heel sitting on the bench waiting for them to exit.
---
(Green) Holding back the groan, I watched as Punz stumbled around in an attempt to get dressed quickly.
"Dude, hurry the hell up she's waiting."
Sapnap rushed, while I decided to head on out. George and Karl followed in behind me.
Opening the door, I see her sitting on the bench her attention on her phone.
"I figured one of you had died, and you all mourned."
She joked, and I gave her a confused look.
"You guys took forever, and there's only three out of five of you here."
She said, motioning to the three of us.
"Punz decided it would be funny to hide Sapnap's clothes, which resulted in Punz getting Sapnap's clothes and Sapnap throwing Punz's clothes in the dirty hamper."
Karl explained, and she just gave him a bored look.
Hearing the door open, Punz and Sapnap rushed out.
"Finally." She whispered.
"What do you mean finally? This bitch caused it."
Sapnap instantly blamed Punz.
Looking at the two, I gave them a blank stare.
"I wouldn't be talking. You took forever to get a fucking key."
She snapped at him, and I looked between the two confused as to what they meant.
"Shut up. I did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Di-"
"Shut the fuck up."
George said, slapping both of his hands onto their mouths.
"Ew!"
He shrieked, pulling his hand away from Y/N's mouth.
"She licked me!"
He said wiping his hand on her shirt.
"Don't put your hand over my mouth it's as simple as that."
"Well, there is no telling where your tongue has been."
"Definitely not on your dick."
Stepping between the two, George tried to reach behind me to get to her as she gave him the middle finger.
"Alright alright, stop arguing with everyone. Let's go."
Punz said, scooping Y/N up and throwing her over his shoulder.
Yelping she basically just let it happen.
"Why are you just letting him carry you?"
Karl asked, and I glanced over at him.
"Better than walking."
She strained out, as she was basically upside down.
Karl laughed and shrugged.
---
(Red) "You two live like fucking animals."
Y/N said, looking around the dorm in disgust.
"It's his fault."
Karl pointed, and Punz put his hands up in defense.
"Well, George leaves his shit laying around as well."
Punz said, and George looked at him gobsmacked.
"Sapnap is the one who leaves his food everywhere."
George said shoving Sapnap, who glared in return.
"Don't even think about trying to put the blame on me. I clean up all of your guy's shit."
Dream stated, and Y/N just watched them bicker.
"Actually, Bad does that when he visits."
"I do it too."
He defended.
Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms.
"Can we do something? I'm tired of hearing you guys argue."
"Well, we can watch that one new movie on Netflix."
Punz suggested a devious smirk on his face.
"I swear to God if you're talking abo--"
Punz smacked his hand over George's mouth.
"Shut up." He whispered.
Rolling his eyes, they all migrated over to the sectional couch that was sat in front of their tv.
'That tv is way too big for them.'
She thought, looking at the giant tv that was mounted onto the wall.
"How did you guys even manage to mount it, and have everyone in one dorm. I thought it was two max?"
She questioned, and Karl cleared his throat.
"My dad paid."
That was all he said.
"Daddy's money."
She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
---
(Blue) "You're fucking joking. You chose the new 365 days movie?"
"Yes, I did."
"Yes, he did."
Two voices spoke up at the same time.
Punz and Y/N.
Rolling my eyes, I sit the snack bowl down on the table and got comfortable in my seat.
Hearing my phone vibrate, along with everyone else's Y/N looked around curiously.
Seeing that Sapnap had texted the group chat, my eyes widened at the message.
"Sorry coach texted the chat about practice."
Dream easily lied.
Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)I had a wet daydream about Y/N
Simp (Purple)You what?
Fuckboy 2.0 (Yellow)I'm not shocked at all.
Dom Daddy. (Green)You decided to tell us now when she is here? And during this movie? What the hell Sap.
Actually Dumb (Blue)Was this when you took forever to get the "key"
Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)1. Had a wet daydream about Y/N right in front of her, 2. Fuck off Punz, 3. Yes, I did, 4. Yes shut the fuck up.
"Are you guys going to just be texting the entire time?"
Y/N asked, sounding bored out of her mind.
"Someone's being bratty."
Dream said, and Y/N somewhat froze at the tone.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Fuck off."
"Only if I'm fucking you."
"Guys shut the hell up."
Sapnap looked between them all, and it was very obvious there was tension in the room. Whether it was awkward, angry, or even sexual. The sexual stood out the most, due to the movie that was on, the minor conversation that they had, and Dream's comment.
I slowly let my eyes scan Y/N, she seemed somewhat interested in the movie. But it was very obvious she was frustrated, as she kept rubbing her thighs together to cause friction.
Moving closer to her, I smirk taking notice that they were now all intrigued in the movie as another sex scene came on.
"Frustrated?"
I whispered.
Y/N's face instantly reddened, and it looked like she was internally thankful for the darkroom from the blackout curtains and every single light off.
"Yeah, now fuck off."
She said, and I rolled my eyes.
"I can help you."
This caught her attention.
"Help me?"
She whispered, clearly clueless.
"Yes, help."
"In front of everyone? They'd hear."
She muttered, looking around at everyone.
"Even more fun."
"What are you two whispering about?"
Karl asked, smirking at Y/N's flustered state.
"Y/N here is frustrated and needs help."
"Is that so Y/N? Do you need help?"
Y/N could only let out an inaudible whimper as a reply.
"Words. Use your words."
Karl said, gripping her thigh, and she nearly moaned at the touch.
'Was she really this touch deprived? Damn.'
"Yes." She replied sharply.
"Good girl."
I praised, "Hey guys, Y/N isn't feeling too well so me and Karl are gonna take her to the bedroom and make sure she is well rested."
Karl got up, picking Y/N up who hazily held onto him from the touch.
"Oh, alright."
Dream spoke up, his voice full of suspension.
Walking behind the two, I watched Y/N slightly grind herself onto Karl who only scolded her which led to her pouting.
Pushing open the door for them, Karl basically threw her on the bed, causing her to yelp.
As Karl and I watched her as if she were our food and we were her prey, she squirmed under our gaze.
"Strip."
I said huskily, and she slowly but surely started stripping off her clothes.
We watched with eager eyes, taking in her bare body.
God, she was perfect.
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(Green) "You do realize they took her up there to fuck her, right?"
I said, and the two looked over at me shocked.
As if we talked through telepathy we all bolted up and ran up the stairs.
Barging into the room, I instantly groaned at the sight. Y/N laid there, Karl's dick in her mouth as George ate her like she was his last meal.
Y/N looked over at us with hazy eyes, that were slightly glossy due to her tears from gagging on Karl's dick.
Her whines and whimpers were muffled from Karl's dick, and she looked so needy.
Walking over I instantly fondled her boobs which caused her to arch her back up into my touch.
Leaning down, I took her left nipple into my mouth sucking on it.
One of her hands broke free from George's hair, now tangling in mine.
Punz and Sapnap seemed to have knocked themselves out of whatever trance they were in and got on the bed.
Looking up slightly, Punz had her other nipple in his mouth as Sapnap was going to town on her clit as George fingered her.
Her moans and cries were still muffled from Karl's dick, he wasn't even moving, nor was she.
He's cockwarming her.
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(Red) Y/N was feeling herself cum for the third time, her moans drowned out as Karl's dick nestled in her throat. Groaning out, Karl tipped his head back as he felt the vibrations of her moans going through his dick.
Soon, he slightly twitched, as he let out a guttural moan releasing his cum in her throat and mouth.
Y/N choked a bit, swallowing all that she could the rest sliding down her chin.
Karl pulled out of her mouth with a pop, as he cooed down at her. Her makeup was ruined, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair now a mess.
Everyone pulled away from her, allowing her to catch her breath.
"So pretty."
Punz whispered, tracing his fingers down her body, loving the way her body erupted into goosebumps at his touch.
"You look so pretty like this."
George spoke up, her juices coating his lips from his prior events of eating her out.
She looked up at them through her eyelashes, batting them tiredly.
"You didn't think we were done did you?"
Dream asked, sharing a smirk with Sapnap, who traced all the hickeys adorning her skin.
It was noticeable who was who's.
Dream's were huge with teeth marks, George's was sloppy looking as if he were eager to leave marks on her, Sapnap's were much more hidden on the inside of her thighs as he was more gentle with her, Punz's were in the more evident areas: collarbone, jawline, and her hips, and Karl's were all over her neck.
Now it was known between the jocks that they all had their own kinks, which they were soon going to make sure she was comfortable with.
"Y/N look at me."
Karl said, and she slowly looked up at him, innocence in her eyes.
"Are you a virgin pretty girl?"
He asked ready to get rid of the elephant in the room.
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
Squirming under their gaze, she felt her stomach erupt in butterflies.
Slowly nodding her head, she looked away shyly.
Everyone's breath caught in their throats, all of them sharing a look: jealousy.
All because they knew one of them was going to be the one to take her virginity away.
"Who do you want to take it?"
Sapnap asked, sharing glances with everyone.
Y/N looked around, raising up into a sitting position. She nervously picked at her nails, shrugging.
Dream chuckled dryly at this, gripped her throat, and grabbed her hair to make her look up at him.
"You need to choose cupcake. Or else we're gonna fight over it."
He warned her, and she looked up at him with blown-out pupils.
"Sapnap."
That was all she said, and Sapnap almost yelled out in celebration.
"Before that happens, we'd like to do much more to you."
Punz licked his lips as he spoke, and Y/N felt herself getting wet at the thought.
Before she could do anything, Dream slammed her down by her throat smirking down at her.
"We want to know boundaries, we all have variations of kinks. Let us know when to stop. Choose a safe word."
He explained, his hand moving from her throat to rest on her cheek.
She slowly nodded, letting his words sink in.
"Uhm... Apple..?"
She said as if she were unsure.
"Okay, and choose another word so we can check up on you to make sure you're okay. This word will let us know you're still able to continue."
Y/N looked up in thought and grinned.
"Five. Since there are five of you."
She said with a small shrug, and Karl grinned.
"That's cute."
He hummed, letting his hand rest on her thigh.
"Now that that's out of the way, my turn."
Karl giggled, feeling excited as everyone backed away to watch.
"I'll be right back."
Before Y/N could question it, the boys all looked at each other knowing exactly what Karl was getting.
It surprised them, as Karl never did this with anyone. Only fantasied, he had told them he'd only do it when he found 'the one'.
Walking back in, Y/N wasn't able to see the object he was holding.
"Karl, are you sure?"
George asked, and he widened his eyes at the look on Karl's face. Pure bliss.
"Alright, are you able to look at blood?"
Karl asked her innocently, and Y/N nodded slowly.
Karl crawled on top of her, smirking showing her the object finally.
Gasping Y/N felt her stomach churn in excitement and arousal.
A knife.
"Word?"
He asked, using the knife to trail down her body making sure not to cut her in the process.
"Five."
Groaning, Karl kissed her hips before bringing the knife to them.
Moving her on her side, he gripped the knife, and carefully marked her skin with a simple, yet sloppy 'KJ'.
Y/N flinched, gripping the closet thing to her, which was Punz's thigh.
Digging her nails into the skin, she hissed at the burning sensation.
Blood trickled down her thigh, and Karl simply used the knife to lap it up.
The others watched, as Karl cleaned her wound, making sure the bleeding stopped.
There was now a visible, "KJ" on her hip and it made Karl giddy.
"Believe it or not cupcake, but Karl is actually a virgin too."
This caught her attention, and she looked back at Karl, who looked like he was about to combust.
"Your turn is up, move."
Punz said, and Karl glared.
"Please Y/N."
Karl pleaded, his voice sounding so desperate and whiny.
Y/N rolled over and grabbed his face slamming her lips onto his.
He could still somewhat taste himself as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.
Now she knew why he was always so desperate to be around her.
Karl only whimpered against her lips, before she slowly pulled away.
"Please take it, they make fun of me every chance they get. Please I'm sick of it. I need you."
His voice was so whiny, that it went up a couple octaves.
Y/N felt some kind of power over him, she could barely touch him and he'd melt instantly.
"Gotta wait your turn, pretty boy, I'll take your virginity after Sapnap takes mine. Deal?"
She said, purring slightly.
Karl's eyes rolled back at the mere thought and nodded being slightly impatient.
Sapnap took this as a hint and instantly was by her.
"Are you sure about this? Because once I start there is no going back."
He warned, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.
"I'm sure."
That was enough for Sapnap to grab her hips, purposefully digging his nails into the carving in her skin and flipping her over onto her stomach.
Y/N yelped at the pain in her hips, knowing she'd had a bruise from his grip.
"I'm going to be gentle at first."
He reassured her, pressing on her back so it would arch.
Karl watched, mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of him.
The others only scoffed at how nice Sapnap was playing. They knew he was a dick in bed.
Grabbing his dick, he slapped against her clit every now and then hoping she was prepped enough so it wouldn't hurt as much.
Slowly, he pressed the tip inside and Y/N shuddered, letting a whimper fall out.
Easing into her, he finally bottomed out and Y/N had tears streaming down her face from the mixture of the: burning, the pain from her hymen tearing, his nails digging into the fresh wound, and the pleasure.
After a while, Sapnap rocked his hips and Y/N moaned out, and something inside Sapnap snapped.
All the gentleness was thrown out of the window as he started slamming into her ruthlessly.
Y/N was now a screaming mess, which was cut short as George put two of his fingers inside of her mouth to quiet her down so the neighbors wouldn't hear.
Pulling her hips up a bit, she lurched forward as he hit a certain spot. Sapnap smirked and continued to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again.
"You on the pill?"
He groaned out, sweat falling down his forehead.
Not able to form words, she nodded quickly as her cum milked his cock.
Sapnap groaned loudly as he spilled his seed inside of her, thrusting into her helping them both ride out their highs.
Finally, he pulled out and Y/N fell to the bed breathing heavily.
Sapnap chuckled and softly spanked her ass before gripping it and spreading her cheeks spitting.
Y/N whined at the feeling and looked up at George who now pushed his fingers down her throat to hear her gag.
Smirking in satisfaction after hearing her gag, he pulled his fingers out smearing her saliva onto her own face.
Karl grabbed ahold of her torso and lifted her up onto his lap, and she rested her head against his shoulder already looking fucked out.
"My turn."
He whispered in her ear, as he easily slipped inside of her.
Karl was much bigger than Sapnap, and he reached deeper inside of her in this position.
Karl and Y/N both whimpered at the feeling, and Karl's cheeks flushed red at the sensation.
"Fuck."
Punz said, taking a quick photo of the scene.
Rocking her hips, Y/N started to ride Karl who whimpered and whined underneath her.
Y/N was obviously a moaning mess at this point, and she leaned her head back in ecstasy.
Taking this as an invitation Karl started attacking her neck again, as he whined into her ear.
"M' close.."
He whined out to her, and she nodded in agreement fastening her pace.
"Cum with me pretty boy."
That and the fact that he was mixing his cum with Sapnap's was enough to make him explode inside of her. Y/N shivered at the feeling, quickly milking his dick shortly after.
Putting her hands on his shoulder, she raised up off of him as his and Sapnap's cum leaked down her thighs making a mess.
"Such a messy girl."
She heard before she was grabbed by the throat and slammed back down onto the bed beside Karl.
She instantly knew who it was by the voice and gesture.
"Dream."
She mewled, looking up at him with swollen lips.
He groaned at the sight and smirked.
"Look at how much of a cum slut you are."
He tutted, bringing his hand down and raking some of the mixed cum onto his fingers.
"Open."
He demanded, and Y/N obeyed opening her mouth as he put his fingers in her mouth.
Y/N began to clean off his fingers, enjoying the taste of their cum.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to fuck the other two. They'll just have to use you as a cum dump."
He growled out, biting her ear harshly.
Y/N's eyes rolled back before Dream rammed into her causing her to let out a choked scream.
He was basically ripping her in half.
Nor did he care to give her time to adjust, he was ramming into her so fast.
"Damn Dream, built up frustration?"
George joked, and Dream ignored him throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and pounding into her, his grip on her throat tightening.
Y/N started clenching down on him, which caused him to falter slightly.
"Keep doing that and this won't last as long as I hoped for."
He warned, and slapped her clit harshly.
Instantly she saw stars, her mouth falling agape as a silent scream came out, pleasure taking over her body.
"Fuck dude, look at her."
Sapnap said, and everyone watched as her face scrunched up.
"Fuck!"
She yelled out hoarsely, as she squirted on Dream.
"Holy shit dude!"
Punz gawked at the sight, and it looked like Dream was nowhere close to being finished.
How he had this much stamina beats them, he was always the first to stop running during practice.
"Poor baby squirted all over me. You're so messy."
He said, slapping her face as he moved his hand down slapping her tit as well.
Y/N was quickly becoming overstimulated and tried to push him away.
Dream gave Karl one look and in an instant, Karl had her hands pried down onto the bed.
"You're going to take it. You asked for it."
He grunted out, feeling himself coming closer to his edge.
Clenching around him again, Dream cursed under his breath as he felt himself cum inside of her.
Riding out his high he made Y/N cum once more, and they both winced at the overstimulation.
Pulling out of her Dream saw his cum leaking out of her, and he glared as he pushed it right back into her with his fingers.
"Who's next?"
Sapnap asked, looking between Punz and George.
"I'd rather fuck her ass than anything."
Punz admitted, and George put his hands up.
"I'm already drained from making myself cum twice at that."
Dream rolled his eyes, and tapped her thigh.
"Are you okay with Punz doing anal with you?"
He asked tentatively, and Y/N slowly nodded not trusting her voice.
"This one will hurt more than losing your actual virginity."
Dream told her, caressing her cheek.
She only whimpered as Punz carefully brought her to the edge of the bed, flipping her back over.
"Go easy on her."
Karl murmured, and Punz rolled his eyes as if that were obvious.
"I'd rather not cause her too much pain."
After hearing this, Dream handed Punz the bottle of lube that was kept in George's room.
Opening the bottle he squirted some onto her, and she whined at the coolness of it.
Rubbing it in, Punz reached forward demanding her to spit.
Lubing up his dick, he slowly entered her giving her a resting spot every now and then.
After minutes of pure pain, he finally bottomed out.
Y/N was gripping onto Sapnap's thighs roughly, which he didn't mind.
Dream sat beside her, rubbing her cheek helping distract her from the pain.
Nodding, Dream smiled slightly.
"Okay, you can move."
He encouraged Punz, and Dream grabbed her hand leading it down her body to her clit to help rub herself.
Moaning out, Punz snapped his hips into hers, and Y/N's eyes closed tightly digging her nails into the other's thighs possibly drawing blood.
"Fuck it's so tight."
Punz muttered, pounding into her at a slow pace.
Karl was leaving kisses down her back, helping her through it while George watched with envy.
It didn't take long for Y/N to cum from Dream's fingers on her clit as her hand had gone back to Sapnap's thigh.
Clenching around nothing, Punz felt the movement and groaned as he filled her ass with his cum.
Pulling out, Y/N fell against the bed and everyone watched her.
"Fuck it. One more."
George said, slipping into her, spreading her legs slightly.
Y/N was already sensitive and not able to move, so she laid flat, allowing George to fuck her.
Looking up at Dream with pleading eyes, he sighed giving in as he tapped her mouth. She opened it eagerly as Dream slid his dick into it.
Allowing her to cockwarm him, George kept his rhythm even and gentle.
Y/N moved her tongue around the shaft of his dick, hallowing her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with Punz.
"Fuck don't look at me like that."
Hearing a guttural groan, George came inside of her and pulled out before he ushered Karl over to look at the mess they all created.
Dream leaned his head back as he came down her throat, and pulled out watching her swallow it all.
"That's so hot."
Sapnap mumbled, and they all got up looking at the mess of a girl.
Everyone took pictures of her, especially of her ass and pussy that were leaking with their cum.
"You look exhausted."
Karl pointed out, and Y/N attempted to laugh.
"I am."
She said, barely above a whisper.
"That sucks because we aren't through with you."
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☆ Sapnap X Reader
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Aftercare:
(What their like after sex)
Would definitely try to make you as comfortable as possible after sex because he believes it's very important (Because it is!!) So if you wanted him to run you a bath or just cuddle instead he would definitely do it but he would definitely clean you up after and then give you some clothes along with a lot of praise.
Body part:
(Your favourite body part on him and his favourite body part on you)
Your favourite body part on him is definitely his hands because he's very skilled with them and they are extremely attractive.
His favourite body part on you is probably your ass,he is definitely an ass man.
Cum:
(Anything to do with cum,basically)
He doesn't mind making a mess as long as it's easy to clean up so if he isn't wearing a condom he will most likely try to cum on your back or stomach depending on what position your in.
If he makes a mess he makes sure to clean it up instead of you because he was the one that made the mess.
He loves seeing you covered in his cum especially when you give him head,before he cums he pulls out just so he can cum in your face.
Dirty secret:
(Pretty self explanatory,a dirty secret of theirs)
He jacked off to one of your streams before.
You purposely tried to tease him once but he never noticed.
Experience:
(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's definitely experienced now that he's been with you but his first time with you he had only watched porn and didn't know much so you taught him even though you had never had sex yourself.
Favourite position:
(This goes without saying)
Considering that he is an ass man he loves doggy style but he would also love missionary because he loves hearing your angelic moans for him and your face as he fucks you.
Goofy:
(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sapnap thinks that for it to be enjoyable that sometimes you have to be a bit silly in the moment to enjoy yourself more with the right person.
Your first time together he was wanting reassurance but at the same time while he was learning he was shedding some light to the serious mood by his jokes.
Hair:
(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps his hair,down there,very maintained and trimmed but rarely shaves.
He doesn't mind if you have any hair,down there,because he doesn't think it's a big deal.
Intimacy:
(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If he's had a bad day he might fuck his anger out through you by going rough during sex but other times he is usually slow and sensual wanting to hold onto the moment more.
Jack off:
(Masturbation head canon)
He rarely masturbates except from when he's extremely horny and your no where near him.
If your just out at the shops then he would most likely wait for you as he palms himself trying not to be in as much pain from his boner.
Kink:
(One or more of their kinks)
Into bdsm but more of the bondage side and slightly less of the discipline side.
He loves to degrade and praise you at the same time (e.g "look at my pretty little slut")
If you two live in different states or are in different states for business etc. he would try virtual sex and it then becomes one of his kinks.
He is an ass guy so he likes anal play because he gets to look at your ass so much.
He also like orgasm control knowing that you can't cum or orgasm without his permission makes his thoughts go wild.
He loves overstimulation because he loves to feel you wriggle underneath him from it.
Location:
(Favourite places to do the do)
You guys haven't done the deed in many places because of him living with George and clay.
But when you go to your apartment instead you've done it virtually everywhere,the sofa,the countertop,the bathroom,gaming desk,everywhere imaginable.
But his favourite place was the bed because it's just very simple and you can do it at his house too.
He also loves when he railed you on top of your gaming desk,you made sure that you monitors and etc were secured before you did it and it turned out to be a great experience for both of you.
Motivation:
(What turns them on,gets them going)
His turn ons are mainly him teasing you or you teasing him but he gets turned on by quite a lot.
His main turn on was when he caught you touching yourself and just stood there and watched before railing the fuck out of you.
No:
(Something they wouldn't do,turn offs)
His turn offs would definitely be pretty based like he would hate the idea of you pissing on him or him pissing on you.
He would hate age play,watching you have sex with someone else etc.
Oral:
(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He would prefer giving but loves your head,he thinks it's the best head he's ever going to feel and is in pure ecstasy whenever you give him head.
He would love to give you head though because he loves hearing you and he lovessss feeling your thighs clamp arohnd his head as they shake because he knows he's doing a good job.
Pace:
(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends what time of mood he is in,like I said earlier if he's in a bad mood and if he is you better be prepared because he will go so fast that you can't move but if he's in a good mode and just horny he would be slow and sensual.
Quickie:
(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He hates quickies because he prefers to tease you until your begging and at that point he would take you home and actually fuck you rather than a quickie.
Risk:
(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He doesn't mind the risk and sometimes you even fuck with saps door unlocked just for the risk of George and clay walking in.
He would definitely be scared of them walking in though but he loves feeling the anxiety coursing through him which slowly turns to great sex because he gets an adrenaline rush making his stamina extreme high.
Stamina:
(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has a high stamina,he could go for hours without stopping and would make you cum so many times before he even thinks about cumming once.
You record of rounds was 8 rounds in one night and sap will constantly bring it up and try to beat the record if your up for it.
Toys:
(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He definitely owns toys because he loves teasing you with them,he particularly loves thrusting in and out of you whilst a vibrator is overstimulating your clit.
He did let you peg him once but decided he hated it and didn't try it again.
Unfair:
(how much they like to tease)
He loves teasing you if your out or even just at home because he knows he has power over you and can make you fold instantly and make you so horny.
He hates you teasing him though,if you start to tease him and he gets hard so help you god your gonna need this👩🦽.
Volume:
(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
He can be load if he wants to be and quiet if he needs to be.
If someone is in the other room he will humiliate you by making you moan loud asf but he will be silent.
But if your alone he would probably give out a few moans.
He definitely moans if he's bottoming.
Wild card:
(a random headcanon)
He's definitely ate you out whilst you were streaming and you've definitely given him head whilst he was streaming.
If sapnap does give you head whilst your streaming if he's horny he's probably jacking off.
X-ray:
(let's see what's going on under those clothes)
He packing atleast 8 inches almost 9 when he is hard.He is extremely tall over your figure even though he's about only 6ft.His hands are your favourite body part of his because oh how they can leave bruises if he wants them too.
Yearning:
(How high is his sex drive?)
His sex drive is fairly high and you end up doing it atleast 2 times a week maybe even once a day,usually 5 times a week though.
If your not in the mood he respects that though and just masturbates instead.
Z = Zzz:
(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
They fall asleep after making sure your comfortable,making sure you enjoyed what happened and made sure he didn't push any boundaries.
After you pass out and he knows you're okay and not in pain he cuddles up with you and falls asleep.
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Imagine playing chess with the Dreamteam
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he’s so cutie patootie coded
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15. With sapnap?
“Do you guys wanna go to Hollywood Horror Nights?” You ask the boys as you all lounge around the Dream Team living room.
“I’m down,” Dream answers with a shrug.
“Sure. I’ve never been,” George responds, popping his head up to look at you.
“Nah I’m good,” Sap says from underneath you. You turn in his embrace, gazing down at your boyfriend with curious eyes.
“Why not?” You ask and Sap’s face flushes at the question.
“I just don’t feel like dealing with the crowds,” he explains, refusing to make eye contact.
“You’re a scaredy cat.”
“I am not!” Sap retorts quickly and a smile breaks out on your face.
“You so totally are!” You gasp, sitting up to fully face him.
“The last time I went to a haunted house, I nearly punched one of the actors and I got banned from the place. I don’t feel like getting banned from Universal,” he responds sarcastically and you let out a laugh.
“Don’t worry Sappy, I’ll protect you the whole time,” You say, snuggling closer to Sap as he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
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Very random but near with me
HC of the boys reaction to the reader getting horny and touching in the car with them (whether secretly or not)
Def
CW: Nicknames (dear, baby, doll) heavy implications of sex
Dream:
he´s def acting like he has no idea whats going on
´whats up baby?´
but hes also really cocky bout it
´so needy you cant wait till we get home?
hes totally teasing you, giving you small touches at red lights, laughing when you whine as he pulls away
would make u wait to get home
such a cocky man
Sap:
looks at you with the biggest fuck me eyes when he finally notices what ur implying
´really? right now?´
def the type to immediatly pull over and take you in the backseat
cant even deny you, he gets so turned on from your touches
´pay attention to the road!´
so caught up he doesn´t even pay attention when a green light comes up so ur just stopped at a green light.
George:
pretty chill about it
laughs at you a bit, poking a bit of fun
´you can wait right baby?´
a huge grin on his face the entire time u try to touch him
he´d try to ignore it to get on ur nerves, he loves seeing you pout
´stop ignoring me!´
when you´d get home he´d be sure to take very good care of your needs ;)
Karl:
super giggly, making a bit of fun at you.
he´s super flustered too, like def wouldn´t be expecting u to touch him while hes driving
´thats so cute! your so needy!´
he wouldn´t pull over but he´d console you and give you small touches at red lights.
´almost home doll´
makes sure to fuck you nice and hard when you both get home :)
Punz:
yeah hes so mean tbh
´fucking pathetic can´t wait to get home huh?´
rolling his eyes and full on laughing at you
hes scolding you whenever you try to touch him
´i told you to wait!´
he´d get so mad bc you just wanted him so bad so he just pulls over and fucks you in the backseat
Foolish:
he´ll try to act dumb and not understand what u want
´whats wrong dear?´
then he´d just smile and shake his head
´im just messing with you´
try to avoid the subject and just wait till you get home
pretty chill about it
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MCYT · ‘TIKTOK PRANKS’
A/N: Includes: Dream, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity. (Sapnap and Quackity having the same prompt, sorry! I just found it the the most fitting for them both for some reason.) I got just a *little* carried away writing this, lol, you’ll see what I mean. You’ve been warned ;) I don’t use TikTok myself, but I’ve seen these pranks going around, so hopefully I got them right. Wrote the majority of this on a plane back home after taking a really nice trip to London <3 Good memories <3
DREAM: when you didn’t say “I love you” back to him…
My frantic fleeing in and out of the room collecting my belongings could be explained by the fact that I was running late for the plans I had set for the day and I had only gotten myself half-ready to leave. I still took time to let Dream, who was currently working while floppily slumped in his chair, know that I wasn’t going to be home for the rest of the day to keep him company, (or to massage his tense shoulders that looked more and more stiff the more he stressed himself over the work he was in the middle of), “I have plans for today that unfortunately doesn’t include you. In case you forgot.”
”Hey, sexy,” he hummed at me as a greeting, giving his words a sensual rasp, “yeah. Thanks for reminding me that I have to share you with the world.”
His eyes were still occupied with the work-related documents on his computer screen, but his voice was attentive to me as ever as he emphasized every word, his sulky voice giving away that he was now pouting at the thought of not spending the day with me.
I smiled at his tantrum, “awww. Lucky for me that you’re still all mine.”
I didn’t even comprehend to realize how true my words sadly were, since he hadn’t gone outside much ever since it had become an every-day-fear of his to be recognized. I had become one of the few people to have every part of him to myself.
He nevertheless shrugged my comment off and spinned around in his chair to face me. A feisty, approving smirk took over his face when he realized the significance of the outfit I had put on, something a little more skimpy than I would normally dare to go for. He looked like he wanted to recite a prayer to restrain himself from committing any inappropriate actions, but instead he settled for a compliment. “fuck, that looks so good on you. I love it. I love you,” he shamessly told me.
Instead of repeating those three little words back to him, I uttered him a quick “thanks” and felt my cheeks heat up under his predatory gaze.
He also now looked like he really wanted to pick at me for not returning the affection and those words the way I know he’d like for me to, but he didn’t. “Cute,” he instead mockingly muttered to himself about my visibly flushed appearance, “very cute.”
He turned himself around in the chair to face his computer again, but didn’t have too much time to pick up where he had left off before my phone chimed next to him from where I had left it on the table. It peaked his interest enough for him to glance at the screen to see who was trying to reach me.
“It’s a text, from Sapnap…,” his voice carried a hint of distress, “okay.. why is there a heart emoji?”
He was getting not only frustrated but also a little jealous. Great. Frustrated Dream is already a handful. Add jealously to the mix and it’s a whole nuclear explosion.
I removed my phone from his sight to exclaim what was the root of the sudden turn of his sour mood and saw that I indeed had received a text from Sapnap. With a little, friendly heart emoji.
“He has no business to send you that stuff. You know that no one could ever appreciate or love you like I do. I really love you the best”, Dream muttered. Damn.
”Okay, tough guy,” I joked while letting out a little giggle at his possessive act of the unwillingness to having anyone to compete with, my love being at stake, “calm down before your knuckles get bloody.”
Not that anyone ever could beat him at it.
He didn’t budge too much again at my lack of response, but instead typed away on his computer. My busy man. Okay, so, case closed for now.
When I eventually had gotten myself ready to head out, I took quiet steps approaching Dream and he didn’t budge again, even when I walked behind him and lowered my hands to rest on his shoulders in a rubbing manner. I heard him hum contentedly at my touch though.
“I’m leaving now,” I notified him, “you can call me if you need me. I mean need me as in if you accidentally drink bleach or something. Not need me as in if you’re horny and desperate.” We’ve been there before.
“Okay, mom…,” Dream rolled his eyes as he got to recall the memories of his past very desperate shenanigans, but then got serious again as he turned his head to give me a fondly look, “seriously, you take care of yourself, okay? I love you. I’ll be right here when you get back.”
“Yeah,” was my blant answer to his statement again.
He remained silent for a few seconds, until I heard his chair squeak as he turned completely around yet again in it to slowly divert his unimpressed gaze at me. I had to let my hands fall from his shoulders. I didn’t get to stray too far away from him until his voice stopped me in my tracks.
“No. Stop. Stay. What is this?” he demanded, “why can’t you just say it back? Just say it: I. love. you. Like that. Please.”
I shrugged my shoulders and put on an innocent face, “it’s overrated anyway. I think we should come up with other ways to declare our love for each other.” Totally a lie, a bold one, but I wanted to work him up a little more.
“What?!” his face was bewildered, “since when are you so anti-love?!”
I racked my brain for more excuses. That’s what they really were, excuses. Fake ones. Because I really love this man more than anyone I ever will. I have a lot of making up to do to patch up his probably shattered heart after this joke is done with. “I just don’t feel like saying it sometimes,” I lied again.
“Stop this”, he fake cried pulling me so close to him that he was able to bury his face on my clothes and wipe his ‘tears’ on them, “is this some sick joke?”
I smiled to myself. A perfect time to put an end to this. “It is,” I finally unveiled the grand reveal.
Dream��s fake cries stopped so abruptly like a cut-scene, it was almost comical. He looked up to me rolling his chair away and hissing annoyingly, “right.”
He let out a, just a little irritated, sigh to linger in the air but still found the grace in him to take my hands into his own and place kisses on my knuckles, even though he had nothing to be sorry for.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’ve been acting so cocky lately that I needed to bring you back down to earth to remind you that I have power over you as well,” I teasingly told him, “and that I got the power to make you beg apparently.” I felt kind of powerful though to know how much he apparently needs my love and affection to function.
He gave me a final scoff of scoldment while still fiddling with my hands.
When I was eventually getting ready to walk out of the door for real this time (my god, I was so late), he called out to me, “you forgot something again.”
I quickly padded over to where he was still sitting, expecting him to demand here and now to convince that I really love him the most, but instead he pulled me down to his lap by my hand and took a firm hold of my jaw, guiding his moist and already parted lips hungrily to mine.
“Not sure if you deserve this, though…,” he teasingly muffled through the kisses and the mess of our tongues colliding together, “… after that, oh so funny, little stunt of yours. Well, we’ll see how much fun you’re having when you’re lying underneath me and the only thing that smart mouth of yours can recite is my name and how much you love me. Making sure you’ll never forget it again.“
His hands were moving at the speed of light all over my body, I couldn’t keep track where they had been and where they were possibly going next. I felt all the little squeezes and strokes leaving hot trails on my body.
“You’re always good to me,” I breathily let hot praises slip out of my mouth without even thinking through them first, “I really do love you.”
I could feel his mouth shape into a grin flattened against mine after finally hearing those words. Except that the next second it resembled more of like a perverted smirk as he used his hands to tilt my head back and guided his trail of kisses down to my neck.
”Mmmm,” he straight up moaned against my skin, making me shiver from the vibrations, “I know you do, baby. And you love everything I give you. Don’t wanna give it to anyone else but to my girl.”
Before things could escalate any further, I stood back up with shaky breathing and legs while he was very still cockingly man-spreading on his chair and letting his gaze roam up and down on me, on all the places he had just intimately traced with his hands, “damn, I know you’re not a piece of meat, but I just wanna take a bite of that.” Honestly, screw all those fantasies of being treated like a princess, I just wanted him to treat me like the actress out of his dirtiest dreams.
I still somehow managed to come up with a response with seduction dripping from every word I spoke, “I guess you’re in for a treat, or in this case a full-course meal, when I get back home.”
He had finally let me leave, but not without grabbing a handful of my behind, in his unnecessarily large hands, and rasping out, “I think I like my meat raw when it comes to you.”
I just so wanted to take his ego and shove it into a drawer to keep it restrained until I’d come home ready to play with it again. He always somehow makes even my wildest dreams come true, so I was now dreaming very wildly about the night ahead of us.
SAPNAP: when you appear wearing something revealing…
All I could hear while attempting to finish my own daily tasks were Sapnap’s yells and yaps at his friends and at the game he was currently in the midst of trying to finish.
“I’m not dying here in the middle of zombies who are not even sexy! Oh, shit! Guys, help!” he shrieked to his team-mates who were on the other side of the call, making his voice crack in the process, that caused him to blush to himself.
Sapnap’s full attention was so occupied by the game and his friends’ commands that he was receiving through his headphones, that he didn’t seem bothered by anything going on around him. Or by anyone.
Not even by me leaving my clothes a mess on the floor and changing into something way more skimpier and tighter. Might as well call it lingerie. I felt a little silly being so exposed and standing awkwardly by his desk waiting for him to even notice I was there.
Sapnap must’ve finally sensed my presence next to him, because he gave my figure a hurried side-eyed glance, as if he also sensed that I wanted his attention. Or something from him.
”Oh, shit!” he yelped out loud in shock after noticing my lack of clothing, hurriedly reaching to cover his camera to protect me from being seen until he realized he’s not even live-streaming nor his camera is not on. His face broke out into a little lopsided grin at his own nonsensicality.
“That ashamed of me?” I joked. There was not an ounce of insecurity running through me right now, not when I had him silently examining my body in appreciation, making his eyes do all the talking as they lingered in certain areas a little too long.
”Fuck,” he quietly muttered to himself in response to liking what he was seeing. I felt a little chilly from the cool breeze in the room and just wanted his hands to warm me up.
“No, nothing’s happening,” he tried to keep his voice nonchalant while convincing the other boys listening that there was no particular reason behind his exclamation, ”my girl’s just messing with me. Thinking it’s funny to sneak up on me.” Well, that’s not the whole truth. I was also hoping to mess with him in ways that I didn’t want the others to know about.
His voice may had deceived him, but his face didn’t. The absolute sinful smirk implied that he was thinking about something else as well. There was something sensual in the way that he was now resting his chin on his hand, rubbing his jaw in the manner of thinking. I wonder what plans he has for me. I don’t know if I was anticipating his words or actions more.
“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s a little risqué…,” I nervously admitted referring to my appearance when he still hadn’t spared me what he was actually thinking of my little surprise, other than just smirking to himself.
Sapnap’s eyes had lost their usual emerald green shine and his pupils now were dark with lust. Whenever he decides to gaze at me like that, it still has the power to make me nervous and fidgety. There was nothing I could really fiddle with, so I set my hands on top of his chair.
“No, it looks so fucking good,” he finally spoke, “turning me on, baby….” He pretended to adjust his pants on the crotch while making other lewd gestures with his hands that really made it seem like he has plans for me. Very inappropriate plans. My god, I’m so glad no one else isn’t seeing this.
We were both well aware that he was still on a call with his friends who couldn’t help overhearing every word he was exchanging with me. Should I feel embarrassed about it? Probably. But I didn’t have time to plea for the ground to swallow me whole until I heard the rumble of other voices through his headphones.
I first heard Karl’s bubbly but confused giggles at Sapnap’s comment that was unrelated to what was happening in the game they were still in the midst of playing, “man’s in a whole another world,” I heard him tease.
“Yeah, what are you doing.., Sapnap?” Dream laughed nervously as well, “is the game really turning you on? Is it my character that’s making you act up?” Now they were just teasing. They all definitely had connected the dots in each of their own heads that I was actually distracting Sapnap. I heard Karl burst into laughter again at Dream’s comments.
“Shut up,” Sapnap called them both out, “you guys are dumb. And definitely not as sexy as the person I’m currently with and looking at. Y’all have fun being single.”
Sapnap then regained his composure so he could hang up the call and shut down the game. We watched the screen go black with in anticipation in the air. I was expecting him to be so worked up at this point that he would’ve immediately gotten up from his seat to lunge at me, but instead he pulled me down on his lap.
He whistled lowly as I was lowering myself slowly to sit down on top of his awaiting thighs. “God damn,” he croaked to himself, lowly enough that I wasn’t sure if it was for me to hear, “this fucking body of yours…”
“And I thought the game was supposed to be your priority for the day” I giggled, recalling his earlier enthusiasm for it that he had now apparently replaced with the interest to explore my body, “now you’ve just left everyone hanging and probably lost all the progress you made.”
“See if I care,” he mumbled, “I have other priorities now.”
He spent a few seconds staring into my eyes to test the waters, until taking further action and rushing to make our lips collide with each other as if the world depended on it. He worked with his tongue to thoroughly claim mine. I would change the shape of my mouth if it meant that he could then somehow have more access to it. I didn’t want there to be any parts of me left that would not ever have the chance to feel him. I wanted him everywhere.
He breaks the kiss to teasingly ask me, “but really, where’s your shame? Just coming to interrupt me like that? You really didn’t need to pamper me like this.” Yeah, I know he really could’ve not asked for a better kind of interruption than me appearing half-naked in front of him.
I squealed a little when his chilly hands came in contact with my thighs to knead them eagerly. I flirtily replied back to him, “I think I left it somewhere in our bed. Wanna come with me to try and find it?”
His hair was sticking up a bit from when he must’ve ran his fingers through it during the game, further dishevelling it. I began to toy with it, but my fingers had a little teasy way themselves when I gently pulled at the strands, trying to convince him. I just wish he’d make my heart and body happy already.
I think I somehow thought it into existence because he stood up, scooping me up as well, and started hurriedly guide us to the bedroom, “don’t mind if I do, baby. But I think I’d rather find something else. Like that one spot of yours that I know always makes you feel good.”
Yeah, I don’t think there were any knots in my body that he couldn’t untie. I felt like a puppet in his strings as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down, arranging my body just the way he liked. I’d call that success.
KARL: when you dodged/wiped his kisses off…
Karl had just simply laid his hands to rest intimately on my waist and attempted to lock our lips in a habitual kiss when I had decided to possibly ruin his entire week and mess with his mindset by dodging and then eventually wiping off his kiss that he looked so eager to give me. His face had resembled a beaming little kid who had entered a candy store, but as I had ducked my head down to dodge him, his face had sadness written all over it as if when he’s now being told they don’t have his favorite candies. Poor boy.
He came up with a response quicker than I had expected him to recover from the rejection. “You wanna try that again?” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at me.
His voice didn’t sound stern but his hands told a different story as he tightened his hold on me almost possessively. The tone of his voice and his choice of words caused a little playful yet tense atmosphere to form between us. His gaze held me as a captive. Not a chance he’d let me get away, until I’d given him a good enough of a justification for my actions.
“Do what?” I mentally cringed at how stupid I was sounding now. There’s no way he thinks I’m seriously avoiding his affection. I literally eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I feed off of it. I breathe it.
“Am I not kiss-licious anymore or what?” he asked now pouting his lips. I laughed at the ‘totally-made-up-by-him-just-now’ word. And just like that, the sides of him switched. Now it was turn for his soft side to come out. He had loosened his hold on me, now holding me like a delicate flower he still didn’t want to let go of.
“You are,” I convinced him and placed my hands on top of his own soft ones, “babe-“
He removed his hands from my frame in one swift move and went to cup my cheeks with them instead, still touching me softly like I had a ‘fragile’ label stuck on me. I felt the pillowy material of his hoodies’ sleeves against the skin of my face. I think he had just pulled on his sweater paws to avoid his possibly cold hands giving my face a cold shock. So cute.
His next move was pressing a nice, warm kiss on my cheek. I wondered if he felt the heat on my cheeks that was radiating off of me. His hands had somehow lustfully wandered to my waist again. Now there was also a little moist imprint of his lips on my cheek. Double cute.
“Now, there you go. Was that so bad?” he questioned me agitated.
I shook my head and played it innocent, “of course not. Why would it be bad?”
Still, nevertheless I wanted to see how hard he would work for it, so I went to wipe my cheek where his lips had just been, until I felt his hands leave my waist and use them to block me from raising them. So I tilted my head to the side just down enough for me to wipe my cheek on my shirt-covered shoulder instead. It worked.
“What?! Why?!” Karl was baffled. He took a few steps back, to very dramatically in true Karl fashion, crouch down and put his hands behind his head to collect his thoughts for a few seconds and then softly coaxing the truth out of me, “did I do something? Something else than just trying to, you know, kiss you like I do every day? If you want some space, that’s okay, but I just want to know if we’re fine?”
He was now bouncing around on his feet, refusing to calm and settle himself down until he was given an explanation for my odd behavior.
I could see why he was so stressed, because I usually was never the one to turn him down. I wanted to find the humor in how fast his mood went from 0 to 100 but the genuine concern in his eyes and voice made me also realize how I was really cared for and loved in ways I had never realized before. He was still willing to cooperate in assuring that I’m okay and still into him, even when I had acted cold. That’s the key word. Acted. Because none of this was real and I was still very much joking. Which he was still unaware of.
I innocently smirked and batted my eyes at him, “I’m fine. And my kisses are always free estate. Especially if the asker is as handsome as you.”
Now my words had registered in his brain and I could see a flash of an expression on his face that told me that he probably knew I wasn’t being serious to begin with. He must’ve figured out that there wasn’t anything wrong, that I wasn’t rejecting him for any particular reason, other than just trying to be funny.
He whispered a “we’ll see about that” under his breath and then snarled more audibly to me, “come here.” Karl’s hands effortlessly found their familiar spot on my waist again, transferring us into a romantic atmosphere once again. He leaned in for my lips and I could feel his heavy breaths hit my face. He really must want this. Want me. Just for me to bring his movements to a halt by dodging him, again.
He startled when his lips touched nothing but air and he felt me pulling away, again, taking my body heat away. “You just did it again!” he complained, “alright! That’s messed up.”
His hands went to the drawstrings of his hoodie, making his dark nail polish give a stunning contrast against the skin of his neck. He pulled on the drawstrings tightly, making the hood create a cocoon around his head, shielding his face from any touch or even wisps of air. All that was left of him for me to somewhat see were his eyes peering at me and a few strands of hair that fell into his face.
“Alright. It’s only fair and square that you cannot kiss me either then. No matter how much you want to,” he then announced, raising his bets, his words a little muffled by the fabric covering his mouth.
We just stood there for a while with me trying to bite back a smile at his head swallowed by his hood. I hope he always stays young and playful like this at heart.
It didn’t last too long though, when he finally came out of his hood for some much needed air, exposing his now ruffled hair. I went to smooth it down with my hands.
“My frustrated boy,” I teased him.
“Yeah, I’m your boy,” he squared up his posture and then a wild blush took over his face at his own over-exaggerated action, “a kissless one, though,” he uttered under his breath.
”Cute hair,” I pointed out the disheveled state of him. He immediately reached to ruffle his hair and tame the strands sticking up to which he reacted to with a little grin. I admired him, “and hey, cute smile too.”
He looked up to meet my eyes slyly, “thanks! You gave it to me!” We both giggled at that.
“Anything else?” he continued, “anything else catching your eye?” He hintingly kept pursing his lips at me, involuntarily making my eyes bore into them and how plushy they looked. Oh yeah, he definitely kept frustratedly biting and nipping on them earlier. Life’s too short to pretend you don’t want to kiss a pair of lips that look like they’ll make you forget your own name.
So I finally gave in, “hmm, I think your lips look like they need something. Any ideas what that could be?”
Karl hummed, “we have the whole day but I don’t know if that’s enough time for every idea I have,” his voice changed drastically to a low grunt, “but the marks you might have by the end of the day… good luck trying to wipe them off. Not sorry for them, by the way.” So he’s still going at it.
“Get on it then, pretty boy.” I taunted him. I didn’t look very taunting nor intimidating though with a smile on my face.
Karl’s cheeks nonetheless got a little rosy after hearing the name I had just called him, “stooop…,” but he didn’t stay embarrassed for too long until he was dominating the turn of events again, “so now I’m pretty and irresistible, huh? Pretty enough to take you somewhere else and show you a pretty good time?”
We both broke into giggles and reached out for each other to become a tangle of wandering hands and hungry lips. I even swear I could feel and hear him moan a little against my lips at the long-awaited physical closeness. Soon we were craving more and to my relief, he slipped his hands under the hem of my shirt. I did the same to him, which earned me another low moan from him. I did the power-move of sliding my hands down to the waistband of his pants next, which was his snapping point, because from there on things got heated.
Sooo, keep him on his toes and push his buttons a little in the future as well. Noted.
QUACKITY: when you appear wearing something revealing…
Alex’s face after he got the first glimpse of me revealing my lack of clothing to him was almost… bitter. He knew that I knew better than to taunt or tempt him when he was busy doing something that didn’t allow him to do anything about it, or do me. He finds it frustrating. Like now, when he was immersed in another round of a game he spent majority of his time playing and listening to the banter of his friends who he was on a call with. And here I was, trying to get him to act up when he had everyone listening to his every word.
He wasn’t even looking at me anymore, but instead he had buried his face in his hands, dramatically sighing, “here we go. Stop pulling this kind of shit on me.”
Lies. I knew he liked loved when I initiated intimacy, but he still apparently had a reputation to uphold that doesn’t let anyone catch him simping.
What he didn’t know right now was that there was another layer of me. Literally. I stripped from my robe as well. It got him to sprint out of his chair on his feet, “yoooo! Chill now! You ain’t gotta show all that!”
There was literally no one else seeing me except for him. I laughed at his paranoia (and maybe the slight possessiveness) that he’d have to share this intimate view of me with someone else.
“What are you doing? What are you actually doing? I can’t believe this…. I can’t believe you’d do this right now when I’m fucking… trying to play my game and do my thing…,” he playfully ranted, his voice nearing a whisper by the end when he had recalled that his friends were still very much within earshot on a call.
“It’s okay to take some time off to simp,” I teased, but he brushed me off.
He picked my robe back up from the ground from where I had dropped it and handed it back to me, “oh my fuckin’ god…. I could’ve been on a fuckin’ video call! Can you put this back on now?”
I know he was now really letting his slight possessiveness and jealousy get in the way of his wants and needs. I knew it.
I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck before he had time to distant himself and very brattily pouted my lips, “so, you don’t like it?”
He took a hold of my hands around his neck and whispered me almost apologetically, “no, no, you know I do, baby. I’m just messing,” and sealed the deal by placing his lips on my cheek for a sweet kiss.
”What if I say I’m just messing with you as well and that I actually dressed up for Karl?” I joked.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he took my sarcastic words in, “don’t fuckin’ play like that. I don’t want Ka- or fuckin’ any of them, I don’t care, to come in this picture of, you know, us.”
Is it wrong that I found that little outburst attractive? I didn’t obviously let him know that, but instead soothed him with a “they wouldn’t dare. Especially knowing that they’d have to get through a very tall, muscly man like you first.” I don’t know if that made matters any better or just aggravated his mood even more.
“I just don’t fuckin’ want to share you, okay?” he sneered back.
I now blushed so furiously that I had to divert my gaze down and away from him and that mouth of his that just 1. had said things that made shift gears in me to very hot and bothered, and 2. that I so wanted to kiss.
I didn’t have much time to examine the floor though, when Alex had taken ahold of my jaw, lifting it up and now we were eye to eye once again. The air had notably thickened between us with unsaid words and lust. I didn’t want to let this flame burn out, and thankfully it didn’t when Alex broke the silence, “you liked that shit, didn’t you? Knowing that I want you so bad that I fuckin’… struggle to even find words for it?”
I flashed him a coy smile, but my god, I think a park could’ve hired me as a statue right now, because it really seemed like I had lost my ability to move and talk, or just be an alive human being. He was always honest and straightforward with me, but when you combine that and his bold statements, in this case about how much he wants me, it still has the power to intimidate me.
He smirked almost arrogantly when he took notice of my flustered being. He’s hot, and he knows it. Period. That’s what must’ve been going through his mind right now.
He taunted me more by softly running his thumbs up and down my cheeks and not taking his eyes off of me. Not by any chance. “Yeah?” he inquired me cockily when he had figured out the effect of his words, “yeah?”
“Shut up…,” I tried to argue back, but couldn’t hold any power nor strength in my words. Not when he was acting like this. My thoughts were a little unholy right now, but so what? I’m sure so were his.
Alex observed my still flushed state with a smirk plastered on his face, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Somehow making him look even more attractive. Tell me, who gave him a permission to come around in my life with a face like that?
I wanted to hear more and see where this could lead us, but instead the next thing we both heard was Sapnap’s voice from the call he was still in, “bro! Quackity, what’s happening there!?” Oops.
“Umm… I know!” Karl exclaimed, “it sounds like he got a present, but it was already unwrapped!” Well, shit. I heard all of them burst into laughter. Great. They really must’ve overheard Alex telling me to put my clothes or in this case, my robe, back on.
I figured they actually must’ve picked up on every word we had exchanged. These boys’ sense of humours were so unhinged, I’m afraid we’ll never live this down.
“Oh no! His virgin eyes!” Sapnap yelled, “we didn’t protect them enough and now he has lost his innocence!”
Alex released me from his arms and stomped back to his computer and muttered into the call, “okay, fuck you and….yeah. Fuck you all,” and hastily hung up. He had totally digged himself deeper into a hole by not confirming nor denying if he actually was as innocent as everyone thought…
I hurried over to him and captured him in my embrace again, rubbing my face affectionately on him. He really was the window to my soft side. It was always there, but it could ever only be seen through him. We didn’t bathe in the tender atmosphere for too long when he brushed his hair aside and sighed out, “okay. Now you have me. Is this what you fuckin’ wanted?”
“Yeah,” I brattily admitted, “but seems like you wanted it too, Mr. I Don’t Want To Share You With Anyone Else.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head briefly at the past reference, keeping his gaze off of me, but then almost like in a drunkenly haze set his sight on me again and commanded, “Yeah, hold that thought and tell me would you like to share what I’m about to give you. Let’s fuckin’ see it then.”
Spoiler alert: I didn’t want to share what I saw or felt that night with anyone else.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAPNAP I HOPE HE HAS THE BEST DAY EVER IN THE UNIVERSE
(Okay so there might just be 2 parts of this because he’s my favourite)
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coming home.
Summary: Y/N heads home with her uncle, only to find out the football team will be staying with them.
NSFW MINORS DNI !!
Warnings: Mention of knife play, knife play, choking, ropes, blindfolded, some surprises.
Word Count: 4540
shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.
Color Code:
Green - Dream
Blue - George
Orange - Sapnap
Purple - Karl
Yellow - Punz
Pink - Reader
Red - Third Person
(Pink) Shifting around, attempting to get a better look at my hip in the mirror, I flinch once my hand makes contact with the healing 'KJ' that was carved into my skin.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Punz's voice sounded muffled, and I could only nod.
Feeling my body being lifted up, I could somewhat make out the outline of George from my blurred vision as I was being carried somewhere.
Hearing the sound of water, I was gently placed into a warm tub, as all five men got to work cleaning me up.
Sapnap was washing my hair, Dream was getting the bandages and ointment ready for my hip, and Karl was scrubbing off some of the dried cum, and washing the rest of my body.
Once I was finished, Dream put the ointment and bandage on me, while Punz made sure I peed.
George now had me bundled up in warm towels he put in the dryer to make them warmer for me.
While I was in the bath, George even made hot chocolate for everyone and put on a Christmas movie.
Getting dressed in Sapnap's clothes, Karl carried me into the living room. Setting me down on the couch, George put a blanket on me and handed me the hot chocolate. Dream played the movie, and I spent a couple more hours there.
The aftercare was amazing.
Shaking my head, and putting another bandage on it, I huff quickly getting dressed. Letting my hair air dry, as I was too lazy to even bother with it.
"Y/N!"
Looking at the closed door, that slightly muffled the voice that yelled.
"Yeah?"
"Your uncle is here!"
Running my fingers through my tangled hair, wincing once they got caught in a knot.
Opening the door I smiled at my uncle, who only scolded me for taking forever to get ready.
"It's not like you have a wound to tend to."
I muttered under my breath, Karl's face appearing in my mind.
"What was that?"
He asked, and I only shrugged my shoulders, acting as if I said nothing.
"Let's go. We have guests waiting for us."
Halting my stops, I look at him my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"What?"
-
(Orange) "Please just shut the fuck up."
I groan, refraining from banging my head against the window of the RV, as Dream and Karl scream at each other playing Mario Kart on their switches.
"God shut up!"
Punz yelled, throwing one of the couch pillows at Karl.
Karl let out a grunt of disapproval before his mood changed as he flipped Dream off.
"Suck on that you fucker."
Dream only retaliated by punching Karl's arm harshly.
"And you say I rage."
I whispered under my breath, looking up at Y/N's dorm door.
"So why exactly are we at the girl's dorms?"
George asked, and I looked over at him as if he were stupid.
"We're picking Y/N up, you idiot. The coach was telling us he was picking up his niece the entire time we were loading up."
Punz explained, hitting George every time he said a new word.
-
(Red) Everyone quickly stopped talking, once Coach walked into the RV.
"You guys are acting weird."
He muttered, shaking his head sitting down in the drivers seat.
Y/N finally walked in, her midriff visible, a little part of the bandage visible to those who looked close enough, or studied her body.
Karl instantly spotted it, a smirk played on his lips, as he scanned her body.
"Boys, this is Y/N. She is my niece, she is a Senior here."
This caught everyone's attention.
They all sworn up and down she was younger than them.
"You all probably remember her when I sent her to give you guys the rough draft."
"Oh, I definitely remember that."
Dream spoke up, a playful smirk on his face.
Y/N looked at all of them, her eyes lingering on Karl a little longer once she remembered the injury on her hip.
Giving them a small smile, she turned around sitting in the passenger seat trying her best to ignore their existence.
"When did you even get this thing? And why?"
She voiced out, busying herself with her phone, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok awaiting her uncle's answer.
Without answering, her uncle only glanced at her as he turned it on, lightly pressing on the gas to exit the dorm's parking lot.
"Well?"
She pressed, shooting him a glare.
"I got it about two weeks ago, I figured why not take the boys on vacation and also train as well. With you coming along, I figured my van wouldn't fit everyone."
He finally answered, and she nodded leaving it at that.
"Ow! Get back here you punk!"
Was heard, before Punz was basically on top of Y/N, giving her a goofy grin.
"Settle down!"
Coach yelled while Sapnap tugged on Punz's leg, attempting to pry him off.
"Do you mind getting off?"
She voiced, shoving him off of her, while Sapnap dragged him behind the curtains of the cab.
"Do you mind going to settle them down?"
He asked her, and she rolled her eyes following in behind Punz's disappearing head.
Once she was in view, George cleared his throat.
-
(Blue) "You lot are basically children, aren't you?"
I heard Y/N speak, and looked down at my hands that were gripping Karl's hood to keep him from attacking Punz.
Watching her eyes scan the scene, Dream dropped Sapnap, as Punz groaned once Sapnap fell on him.
"Pretty sure children can't fuck a senior in college."
Sapnap spoke up, his voice muffled in Punz's back. Shaking her head, and rolling her eyes she walked over grabbing Dream's wrist, along with mine pulling the both of us to the back.
As the three of us stepped over the two on the floor, I kept throwing Dream a confused glance, one that he'd return.
"What do you need?"
Dream asked before I could.
"If you two do not tame those three out there, I will be pissed, and so will my uncle. I want to at least sleep on the drive there."
She said, sternly, as if we were being scolded.
"How long is the drive anyways?"
I asked, rubbing the back of my neck taking notice that she has yet to drop our wrists.
She merely glanced my way, before looking over her shoulder.
"About six hours. Why?"
She asked, finally dropping our wrists, adjusting her skirt, and attempting to hide the bandage, that slightly, just slightly blended into her skin tone.
"If you're trying to hide that, why wear whatever this is?"
Dream spoke, grabbing the thin cloth that she called a shirt.
Slapping his hand away, she scowled, "It's called a crop top. It's long enough to hide everything unless I raise my arms."
She defended, while Dream and I hummed before walking around her.
As I was on the side that her injury was on, I purposely wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging it along until it left contact with her.
--
(Purple) Watching where George and Dream came from intently, I smiled brightly when she came back through.
She looked at Sapnap and Punz who were now settled down, busy playing whatever game they were on the switches.
As she was about to walk past me, my body instinctively reacted.
"Yes?"
Blinking, I realized I had grabbed her wrist halting all her movements.
"Oh- Uhm. Want to watch this movie with me?"
I asked, my face turning red.
Watching her look around, George was on his phone loudly scrolling through TikTok, Dream was trying to convince the coach to let him have one of the beers from the fridge, while Punz was laid across Sapnap both focused on their games.
Hearing her sigh, I gave her a look of hope, and she rolled her eyes giving in.
"There isn't any place to sit. You're in the weird recliner chair."
She pointed out, and I shrugged letting her wrist go before patting my lap.
"But my uncle--"
"But nothing. He is driving, Dream is now in your spot, and George is on the little space left on the couch since Sapnap and Punz are taking up the rest. Nobody is going to pay any mind to it."
I reassured her, and she nodded before hesitantly sitting down. I grinned, rotating the chair towards the direction of the table where my laptop resided.
"What movie is it?"
I hummed, helping her adjust to her level of comfort, my arms now wrapped around her waist and my head resting on her shoulder.
"It's not actually a movie, I just say that because I binge this series for hours. It's Total Drama Island."
She nodded, as I unpaused the movie.
--
(Yellow) "Bro. Look."
Patting Sapnap's chest, as my head was in his lap, he grunted and looked down at me to see where I was pointing.
Both of our eyes traveled to where Karl and Y/N were watching something on his laptop. No sound was heard from the laptop as they both had his AirPods in.
"Damn. Lucky bitch."
Sapnap whispered, "Seems innocent though. They're both watching something. Let's leave it be. Plus her uncle is just behind those curtains."
He dismissed it quickly.
I rolled my eyes, "They could be watching porn."
Sapnap smacked my head and whispered under his breath.
"Shut the hell up."
George spoke up, and I tilted my head back to look at him.
"What?"
"One. You're distracting me from my video and I have earbuds in, two not everyone is horny like you."
He rambled, and I laughed.
"You finally have earbuds in after having to listen to your loud shit."
--
(Red) Everyone was now in their own world. Dream was helping his coach with directions while also keeping up a conversation, George was in the bathroom for more privacy, and Sapnap and Punz were knocked out snoring ever so slightly.
Karl and Y/N were on season 2, and they still had about 5 hours left of the drive.
--
(Pink) "Karl, I have a question."
He hummed, letting me know he was listening.
"Why didn't Bad come with us?"
I asked, and he looked at me, now that we were now in a new position.
"He was going to come, but he decided to stay behind and fix up the locker room for us. Something about a smell that was lingering."
He explained, rubbing my bare legs that were thrown over the edge of the chair.
I nodded, "There was a smell. So I understand."
Chuckling, we turned our attention back to the show.
Growing bored, I glanced around us and bit my bottom lip.
Karl and I were basically alone. George was nowhere in sight, Punz and Sapnap were dead asleep, and Dream was still in the front.
Turning to look at him, I gave him a small nudge on his shoulder.
"What's up?"
He asked, keeping his attention on the screen.
Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, I grin.
"We're alone if you think about it."
He looked around, noticing how it was practically empty.
--
(Purple) Smirking, my mind instantly thought of multiple things.
"Do you know how to be quiet as well as you know how to whisper?"
I asked her, and she gave me a confused look.
"Don't you think we could have a little fun while watching this? We can even make a bet."
This piqued her interest, and she was now all ears.
"Cockwarm me, whoever makes a sound, wants more, or moves first loses. The winner gets to leave a hickey anywhere on the other."
Watching the gears turn in her head, she grinned nodding.
Helping her move back into her original position, I lifted the back of her skirt a bit.
"Thong? How risqué."
I tease, and she smacked my leg in rebuttal.
Lifting her up a bit, I moved my sweatpants down until I pulled my cock out.
"No boxers? How risqué."
She teased.
I rolled my eyes, and moved her thong to the side, already feeling how wet she was. Biting my bottom lip, I helped her slide onto me. We both held back a groan, and she shuddered.
"Good luck."
I whispered, unpausing the show.
Turning our attention back to the show, Y/N was biting her bottom lip roughly.
--
(Red) To others' eyes, it looked like Karl and Y/N were still watching TDI normally.
But one person knew what was happening, and they couldn't wait to bust them.
They wanted to join in on the fun.
--
(Yellow) Looking up at Sapnap, I slowly raise up carefully not to wake him. Scratching my neck, I look at Karl and Y/N smirking.
Y/N was barely moving her hips, and I saw Karl grip her waist roughly. She winced from the pain, more than likely from the wound.
"You lost. But don't worry. It'll be double the punishment."
Karl whispered to her, maintaining eye contact with me.
Gesturing to the bedroom, Karl lifted Y/N up before putting his cock away and Y/N looked at me with a red face.
I tutted and shook my head grabbing her wrist and leading her to the bedroom as Karl paused his video and followed behind.
"You both are horny fucks."
I said throwing Y/N onto the bed, her skirt flying up to her stomach. I instantly looked at her thong which was now damp.
"Yet so am I."
I growled out, motioning Karl to barricade the entrance.
"I'm going to devour you."
I told her, and she whimpered quietly.
Grabbing her plush thighs, I pulled her towards me roughly.
"I've been waiting to do this since you got in this damn RV."
Pulling her thong off of her body, I stuffed it into her mouth as Karl now joined us on the bed.
Looking over my shoulder, I see he put the curtain down, and hooked it onto the closet doorknob.
"Be quiet for us."
Karl told her, and I scoffed at how sweet he was being with her.
Rolling my eyes, I started nipping at her thighs, working my way up to her pussy.
Karl on the other hand was leaving hickeys all over her breasts.
Finally making it up to her pussy, I gave it a long lick before devouring it.
--
(Blue) Walking out of the bathroom, I saw only Sapnap dead asleep on the couch and no sign of anyone else.
Walking towards the bedroom, I heard muffled noises, and I smirked.
Trying to open the curtain, which refused to open, I glared at it before crawling under finally making it in.
"Thought you could have fun without me?"
I asked, and Punz just simply flipped me off continuing to eat her out, as Karl looked up at me shrugging.
"You were in the bathroom."
Scoffing, I crawled over to the bed taking her thong out of her mouth and sticking my fingers in her mouth instantly shoving them down her throat.
Hearing her gag on them, I smirk.
"Want to suck me off?"
I asked, and she eagerly nodded with glossy eyes.
Pulling my sweats and boxers down, I pull out of fingers and replaced them with my cock.
She instantly started sucking, and I leaned my head back in bliss.
"Sapnap should be waking up soon. Dream will be the only one that won't join us."
I told them, and Punz laughed into her pussy, causing her hips to buck up.
"Seriously?"
"Told you."
I muttered, petting Y/N's head and looking over at Sapnap who had an obvious tent in his shorts.
"Feel free to join."
Karl said, now kissing all the hickeys he left.
"Dude, Dream is going to be pissed."
Watching Y/N orgasm once more, Sapnap pushed Punz away.
--
(Orange) "Damn. How many times did she cum?"
I asked, seeing how fucked out she already looked.
"I counted five times."
Punz said, and Karl furrowed his eyebrows.
"I counted seven."
He said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. I'm going to fuck her anyways. Karl, did you pack that tie you were talking about?"
I asked, and Karl nodded walking over to his luggage that was under the bed pulling out a green and black tie.
"Seriously? Harry Potter-themed tie?"
George said, pulling his now semi-limp cock out of her mouth as some cum spilled down her chin.
"Shut up. It matches one of my outfits."
He said defensively.
Taking the tie from him, I handed it to George who looked down at her.
"We're going to blindfold you. Is that okay?"
Watching her nod, I strip off my shorts and boxers, lining my cock up before slowly pushing in and groaning out.
"Be a little quieter, just because they have music blaring doesn't mean they won't hear."
Punz said, throwing a pillow at me.
--
(Pink) Losing my vision, I reach for something as I adjust to the slight burn of Sapnap's cock stretching me. Feeling someone's hand interlace with mine, putting me at ease.
Feeling Sapnap pullout, he rammed back into me. Arching my back a hand from another direction covered my mouth muffling the loud moan.
"Quiet."
They warned, and I nodded at Punz's demanding tone.
Keeping their hand there, the other hand that I was digging my nails into was rubbing their thumb over my hand soothing me.
"Be a good girl for us."
Karl muttered, and I kept holding back moans, letting some slip through into Punz's hand.
After what felt like forever, I finally felt myself coming close.
"Gonna cum? I can feel it."
Sapnap said, speeding up his thrusts.
Nodding vigorously, I dug my nails deeper into the other person's skin when I felt myself cum.
Sapnap came inside of me shortly after and pulled out shoving his cum back into me.
"Smile for the picture pretty girl."
Sapnap mumbled.
Feeling all the weight from everyone getting off the bed, my mouth and hand felt empty.
Finally feeling the tie being taken off, I adjust to the lighting and look around.
Everyone left besides Punz.
He helped clean me up and changed the bandage for me.
Since my skirt had some cum on it, I had to change into a pair of my sweats instead.
Walking out with Punz, I sat on the couch letting Sapnap rest his head on my lap as he handed me a switch.
"Let's play a game."
--
Actually Dumb (Blue): Send the pic
Simp (Purple): ^
Dom Daddy. (Green): What pic?
Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange): Load Image
--
(Green) Looking ahead at the road, I pulled my phone back out after a couple minutes and opened the chat.
Clicking on the image, I nearly choked on my spit.
"Excuse me, sir."
I said, before walking out and glaring at everyone.
Y/N and Sapnap were playing a game together, and Karl was on his laptop, while George and Punz were smirking up at me.
"You guys think this is funny?"
I whispered, walking towards them.
"You chose to sit with the coach. Not our fault. Can't go up there and simply say, "Hey want to fuck Y/N with us?" Now, can I?"
Punz said shrugging, while Y/N and Sapnap paused their game everyone's attention turning to me.
Running my fingers through my hair, I threw one of the empty juice boxes at Punz.
"Just wait till we get there."
I said pointing at them, my eyes locking with Y/N's.
"Yeah yeah, whatever Dream."
Sapnap mumbled, unpausing his game.
Walking back up to the front, I sat down cursing under my breath looking at how many miles we had left.
"What was it?"
"Sapnap couldn't find the beers."
--
(Red) Sleeping the rest of the way there, Y/N was picked up by Dream per the Coaches request, and was brought into what was another house beside the one their coach went into.
Placing her down on the bed after finding the bedroom, Dream sat down on the rocking chair waiting till she woke up, a harsh glare on his features.
Losing his patience after a simple four minutes, he climbed atop the bed and wrapped his hands around her throat.
"Wake up princess. My turn. This time, a pea isn't gonna be what's bothering the princesses sleep."
Waking up startled, Y/N looked up at Dream and instantly whined once she realized his hand was choking her.
"Look who decided to finally wake up."
"You gonna be good for me? Your uncle is right outside setting up everything for when the boys and I practice."
Nodding her head, Dream scoffed, tightening his grip.
"Words."
"Yes."
Dream finally released her throat, and grinned to himself.
"I have you all to myself. I was assigned to keep you company until you woke up."
This made Y/N shiver, knowing they were actually alone.
"Turn over, let me take these off."
Taking off her sweats, he helped flip her over, forcing her ass in the air and making her arch her back.
"Already wet. Cute."
Y/N whined, gripping the pillow that was under her, and dug her face into it to muffle any of the sounds that would escape her soon.
Not even bothering to move the thong, he stripped over his clothes and gave her no time to prep before slamming into her. Y/N let out a muffled scream tears already pouring down her face.
Gripping onto her ass, he pounded into her, each thrust stretching her out.
"This is what you get. Punished, all because you were a whore who couldn't wait."
Y/N kept her moans muffled in the pillow, as she was already on the verge of collapsing from the amount of pleasure.
Making sure to hit the same spot over and over, Y/N quickly milked his cock, and Dream gave her no time to ride out her high as he aimed to make her overstimulated.
Going numb from the pleasure, Y/N could only make sounds that were incoherent, and sentences that made no sense whatsoever.
Feeling himself growing close, he reached around rubbing her clit so she would cum again once he did.
"Cum with me, pretty girl."
Y/N collapsed, and Dream, followed allowing himself to go deeper in this position. Causing him and Y/N to cum at the same time. Slowly pulling out, he cleaned himself and Y/N as she fell asleep from the overstimulation.
"Looks like I'll be needing to keep you company even longer."
--
Waking up once more, everyone was now in the room.
"I told you she sleeps a long time."
Dream spoke up, and she attempted to raise up but was refrained from her wrists. Looking over confused, her eyes widened at the sight of handcuffs.
"What?"
She asked, attempting to pull herself away from them.
"That won't work pretty."
Punz said, and Y/N groaned looking at them.
"What now?"
She questioned, and sighed giving up.
"Well. Your uncle went into town to get supplies and food, but he said the nearest town is about a forty minute drive. You also owe three people rounds."
Whining, she looked around as Karl climbed on the bed.
"You won't be needing these."
He said, cutting her clothes off with the same knife he used.
Shivering at the cold air on her bare skin, the cold metal not helping any.
"I think a cute little scar right on the side of your boob would be nice. Don't you think so too?"
Involuntary shivering, she bit her lip nodding.
"Yes, I think so."
Karl laughed happily, as he angled the knife this time cutting into her skin with more precision than last time.
Closing her eyes in slight pain, she leaned her head back feeling blood trickle down her body.
Feeling it being wiped away, she looked down seeing what he carved in her skin.
'PKSDG'
It followed the curve of her boob, being small enough to be hidden if she were to undress in front of someone.
"Perfect."
Trickling the knife along her bare body, he tossed it away and looked up at her.
"Can I fuck you now?"
Y/N nodded her head eagerly, completely forgetting about the others in the room.
Karl aligned his cock to her entrance, and slowly sunk in.
Both moaned at the feeling, Y/N leaning her head back in bliss.
Bottoming out, he pulled out before slamming back into her, causing her back to arch and her wrists to pull against the handcuffs.
The slight pain in her wrists were forgotten from the pleasure she was receiving.
"Fuck--"
She moaned out, while Karl kept his pace somewhat slow with rough thrusts.
Still being new to sex, Karl couldn't last long like the others. Filling her up with his cum as she came with him, she whined as he pulled out only to quickly be replaced as Punz slammed into her, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.
Karl moved over to the side, kissing along the mark he left behind, as she was moaning, growing sensitive from Punz.
"Punz-- Holy shit."
She moaned out, before he was pulling out slowly.
Looking up at him confused and discomfort from feeling empty he only glared at her.
"Take the handcuffs off of her wrists."
He demanded, and Sapnap quickly took the handcuffs off of her wrists, allowing her to rub them a bit to soothe the small ache.
Picking her up, Punz set her on his hips, before entering her again but not moving.
Looking up once she felt the bed dip from a new person, George was now in front of her.
Aligning his cock, he slowly slid in, his and Punz's cock rubbing against each other stretching Y/N out even more.
Y/N moaned out in pain, leaning her head back against Punk's shoulder.
"Move."
Dream said, and the two listened as they began thrusting up into her with a rhythm.
Y/N was a mess, she had her eyes closed, her mouth was open yet no sounds were heard.
"Done fucked her dumb."
Sapnap muttered, shaking his head.
Feeling pressure, they both quickly pulled out as Y/N squirted everywhere.
Once she finished, they reentered her, Y/N letting out a strained moan digging her nails into Karl's thigh.
"Come on, one more time for us."
George told her, and Y/N was trembling, her whole body shaking.
Pulling out once more, she squirted one last time as both Punz and George came on her.
Collapsing against Punz, she passed out from exhaustion.
"I'll get the bath running."
Sapnap spoke up, and everyone started tidying her up, as Karl carried her and placed her in the tub.
"Maybe we should start going easy on her."
Karl said, looking at her going in and out of consciousness.
"She can handle it."
Dream said, as he rummaged around looking for ointment and a new bandage, for both wounds.
"She doesn't have hot chocolate but she did have white mocha mix and an espresso machine."
George told them, while they all nodded.
"Movie?"
"I put on Horton hears a Who."
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