#liveinwhore

[angy-mouse]

hey homes! i was just wondering if ur still doing the prequel for “the club” no pressure, was just curious :)

probably, since the prequel was always going to be sapnap only, but I'll almost definitely not be doing any of the additional installments i was thinking of bc honestly certain series seem like they'll be more hassle than they're worth no matter what option I decide to go through on. TEAH I'm fighting for bc it's years of my life invested at this point bc i was planning it for months before I ever told yall about it, Miss Mayor is an easy adjustment since hes not been written in yet i can just scrap the theoretical chapter, and Beating Minecraft and Piglin Fic were never going to have any CCs so they're safe. But like Monster Manor, liveinwhore, and theclub are kinda just fucked unless like obscene amounts of yall protest bc they're just not worth it to me

also tbfh the main reason the prequel is not getting done fast is bc it's on a separate doc than everything else I'm working on atm just genuinely out of sight out of mind. whoopsie?

[angy-mouse]

hi mouse! i've recently gotten back into mcyts and you're my go-to blog lol

can i request friends with benefits, but with sapnap?

thank you but as on my pinned, requests are closed forever. but you've just described both theclub and liveinwhore, the first of which is going to recieve a prequel soon :)

[angy-mouse]

A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

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Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”

[angy-mouse]

Baby's Day

In the first set of rules your little relationship discussed was a very important one. In a relationship with three dominant-leaning men, at least once a month, for a whole day they all did whatever you wanted.

“I got your milkshake, darling!”

You beamed up at George, pulling him in for a sweet thank you kiss as he sat next to you- he couldn’t expect his precious little dear to hold that big glass, he’d hold it for you to sip while you watched your show. He gazed at you so adoringly as you took a long sip of the creamy drink- your cute little noises of delight made his aching balls worth it. It took quite a bit of work to get the amount of ‘milk’ the recipe called for but he wasn’t about to deny their baby on your special day.

Sapnap whimpered as your attention returned to your show and you resumed your lazy bouncing on his lap. George resisted the urge to laugh at the poor soul- if he wasn’t careful he’d upset you and his punishment might be taking the texan’s place. When you said you wanted to sit on someone’s lap and cockwarm them while you watched TV, Dream had been the one to eagerly volunteer. He loved cockwarming with you while he edited so this would be no different, right?

To his surprise you knelt on either side of his thighs instead of sitting on his lap the way you usually did. You rocked, gently bounced, and ground against him- you were so thrilled, you could finally binge your show without getting distracted by your anxious energy! You were sending Dream into orgasm after orgasm, but he assured you he could handle it. As long as his lovely doll wanted to bounce on his cock and get filled with his cum that’s what would happen.

Of course, that was during episode one. Around episode five Sapnap walked in and burst out laughing. “Aw, can someone not handle our little darlin’? Come on, Dream, you’re supposed to fuck our baby dumb, it looks like you’re the one fucked stupid!”

Dream didn’t respond- he didn’t think he physically could. He’d been coming dry for two episodes, your tight walls stealing his cum faster than his body could make it for you. He’d have to work on that, he decided later. After all you were sweet enough to let them train your body to practically come on command, the least he could do is the same.

You pouted up at Sapnap in Dream’s stead, eyes narrowed at him. “You shouldn’t make fun of your friend when you do the same thing, Sap!”

“Wha- now, come on, sugar-”

You snapped your fingers at him and pointed at the couch cushion. “Sit.” He obeyed without a thought (you made a note of that. You’d look into buying him a collar and leash- he’d make such a pretty puppy) and you stood up off Dream’s lap. Poor Dream let out a whimper- something rarely pulled from him- as you moved off his red, throbbing, spent cock. The cool air stung the sensitive skin but he didn’t even have enough sense left in him to complain or find his sweatpants. Both boys were left hypnotized as they watched Dream’s cum slowly dribble out of you as you crawled onto Sapnap’s lap. He realized what was happening and eagerly shoved his pants down, giving his cock a few swift pumps before you sank down onto him. He’d show Dream how a real man took care of their baby, he decided.

Look at him now, George mused. You didn’t want to bother fast-forwarding through the intro, recap, and credits for each episode, so instead you focused on bouncing and grinding while they played, giggling evilly at every desperate noise that escaped Sapnap’s throat. “Fuck- please, baby- aaah, I’m fucking empty, sugar!”

You huffed, bringing his hands up and guiding him to rub your nipples over your sleepshirt that you’d never changed out of. “Don’t be a baby, Sap. What happened to fucking me dumb, huh? Dream never complained the whole time he was in me, are you admitting he’s better than you? And look at Georgie, see that big glass he filled just so I could have a treat? You really can’t handle a little riding?”

George grinned smugly as Sapnap whined, stomping his foot and throwing his head back as he tried to contain himself. “Come on, Sap,” George cooed. “If you’re not going to call a color then you can’t complain: it’s baby’s day, so our darling gets whatever our darling wants.”

[angy-mouse]

i need you to continue that getting comfy fic with all of them whenever you can for me pretty girl

-mommy🍓

yes mommy, anything for you mommy, is 1600 words enough mommy? ...I love you but I didn't need to develop another kink >.> then again I got daddy and stepcest so really why not collect the whole set /j

Also thank dreamxd I always que shit instead of immedietly posting bc I almost forgot @gnfof asked me to tag them in this series so... ELLE COME GETCHO FOOD (ps im sorry George's part is short but being the live in whore for minecraft streamers: fine. George waking up in the morning: unrealistic)

You felt yourself slowly pulling out of unconsciousness, a groan at being disturbed turning into a gasp as something dragged against your folds. You slowly began to make sense of your surroundings, blinking away the sleep in your eyes. You realized those breathy moans in your ear belonged to Sapnap as he humped you, working his cock between your thighs. “Mmm, Sap?”

He let out a gasp at your voice, hips stuttering against you before resuming harder and faster. “‘M sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to wake you. Jus- nnng- just wanted to feel you.”

You whimpered as he dragged through your folds, nothing but the thin fabric of your underwear between him and your clit as he grinded against you. “I told you you could use me while I’m asleep,” you reminded him breathlessly.

“I know,” he mumbled shyly, a strange emotion to hear as he fucked your thighs. “But I didn’t want to wake you. I just needed a little something to take the edge off, I promise I’ll be done soon, baby.” You gave a slight mumble of something unintelligible and nodded, enjoying the soft pleasure as he continued to grind against your clothed pussy.

“Wan’ it inside,” you mumbled into your pillow, smiling with contained laughter as his hips stuttered- as if he didn’t fill you up with his cum at least once a day. “You know the rules, Sap, no wasting cum.”

He let out a shaky breath, nodding against your neck. “Alright, darlin’, alright.” He obediently pulled your panties to the side, groaning as he made contact with your bare folds. He continued to thrust against you rather than inside, making you let out a breathless moan as you felt the friction directly on your clit. He laid sloppy kisses all over your neck as he worked you up, and just when you thought he was going to make you come he slipped the head of his cock inside you, moaning against your neck as he painted your walls white with his seed. You whimpered as he moaned, plunging his cock into you just twice to push his cum farther inside before he pulled out. “Fuck, darlin’,” he sighed, settling back into his pillow just in time to hear a knock on his door. “Fuck off!”

“I’m not here for you, bitch,” Dream declared, opening the door anyway and making grabby hands for you. “Come here, sweet thing, let’s take a shower together,” he cooed, scooping you into his arms once you gave him a nod of permission.

“Stealing my girl,” Sapnap mumbled out in false disappointment. “Jokes on you I already came in ‘er.”

Dream hurried to tilt your hips up, catching the drop that threatened to drip onto the carpet and pushing it back inside you. “Fuck you,” he scoffed, carrying you off to the bathroom. “I already got you some clothes, baby,” he muttered to you, stepping under the shower head and letting the warm water wash down on you. “Such a spoiled little thing,” he cooed. “Getting to come first thing in the morning.”

“Didn’t come,” you mumbled into his neck. You heard him let out a noise that screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’ and weakly tapped your fist to his chest. “Not his fault- we were tired. You know how desperate Sap gets in the mornings.”

He let out a grumble of acceptance at your excuse, adjusting you to be upright. “Still, you know the rules, baby, our sweet girl comes just as much as we do unless you’re being punished. Come on, up,” he chirped, pressing your back against the cool tile and lifting you up until he could pull your legs over his shoulders. “There we go,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around your clit and plunging two fingers into you. He hummed in annoyance as the taste of Sapnap’s precum tainted his tongue, but licked away anyways- hopefully he’d pass that flavor soon and get to the tasty center that is your clit. He muffled a wheeze as his brain provided the thought, ‘how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?’ and turned his head to bite down on your thigh to hold back his laughter.

Luckily it worked and as his fingers explored your insides (secretly trying to scoop out some of Sapnap’s cum to send it down the drain) you started approaching your orgasm once again. “There we go, baby, go over that edge for me,” he mumbled, taking your clit back into his mouth for a few harsh sucks. You moaned and used the hand threaded through his wet hair to hold him close as you came, feeling his fingers fuck you through it. “Good girl,” he purred as you came down from your high, pulling his fingers out to lower you down his body until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “I think you can handle one more, can’t you, baby?” At your nod he gave you a sweet kiss as he sheathed his cock into you, starting a lazy rhythm that fit the morning perfectly.

“My baby always takes me so well, don’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” He giggled as you only had the sense to moan and nod in agreement. “Such a good girl for me,” he purred, whispering more praising words into your ear as you lazily chased your orgasms with each other.

When he reached down to thumb your clit you whimpered against his neck. “Dream, ‘m close…”

“I am, too,” he promised breathlessly. “You think you can come for me, baby? Come around my cock so I can fill you up, alright?” You nodded against him, getting a murmur of ‘good girl’ as you rocked your hips against him. You let out a whiney moan as you reached your peak once again, feeling him tumble down it behind you as his hips stuttered and pushed in as far as he could to properly fill you with his cum. You enjoyed his embrace for another minute as you both waited for your breathing to settle down before Dream tapped your hip and slowly placed you back on your feet. “I gotcha, baby,” he cooed as your legs wobbled, keeping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your shampoo. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

You loved showers with Dream. As the most bdsm-knowledgeable of your group (well, maybe George had him beat but his knowledge came from experiences: Dream’s came from research) he prided himself on his aftercare almost more than his ability to wreck you in the first place. You loved being able to just rest against him as he dutifully scrubbed you clean, knowing he needed to do this to not have a drop. That was terrible, the one time you’d refused aftercare from him and he dropped so hard. The three of you spent almost an hour consoling him, reassuring him that you were fine and you only didn’t want the cream because you knew it would sting on your ropeburns. He ended up falling asleep completely wrapped around you, trying to shield you- if he couldn’t fix it, he decided he’d protect you from any more. At least, that’s what you’d figured his subconscious had decided.

You felt like you’d woken up all over again as Dream opened the shower curtain and you were attacked by the frigid air. “Aw, I know, baby, I know,” he giggled unsympathetically as he dried you both off. “Come on, put this on and warm up,” he told you, helping you into one of his shirts and a pair of panties. You patiently sat on the sink counter as he threw on boxers and a pair of sweats, giggling as he dramatically scooped you into his arms and carried you out.

“Mmm, I smell crepes,” you hummed as your trusty steed carried you into the kitchen/dining area.

“They’re pancakes,” George insisted from the stove, not even looking up from his work.

Dream scoffed. “Shut the fuck up, George, they’re crepes and you know it!”

“Just because they don’t look the same as American pancakes-”

“Can we not have this argument again this early in the morning,” Sapnap grumbled as he stumbled in still half-asleep. He must have gone back to bed while you and Dream showered, you figured. You puckered your lips at him and he seemed to come out of his zombie-like state at least a little bit, smiling and giving you your morning kiss. “Morning again, darlin’,” he giggled, stumbling to take his seat at the table.

Dream huffed. “Whatever. George, you want her for breakfast or should I hand her back to Sapnap?”

George eagerly finished plating the stack of totally-legit-pancakes and set them on the table that was already set with silverware, plates, and toppings, taking his seat and making grabby hands for you. “Yes, give me my girl,” he cheered, giggling as you also made grabby hands for him. Dream set you on the brit’s lap facing the table, taking his own seat as George got you situated. “Come on down, luv,” he chirped as you felt his tip find your entrance. You sank down until you were seated fully on his lap, both of you practically purring as he filled you up. “There’s my good little cockwarmer. Did the boys make sure you were filled while I slept in,” he hummed, one arm around your waist as the other served you both.

You eagerly nodded, leaning back to give his cheek a bunny kiss. “They did, Georgie, they filled me so well. And we’re tied.”

He hummed in approval at the knowledge that they hadn’t let your orgasms fall behind their own. “Good,” he muttered, scooping up some whipped cream on his finger and slipping it past your lips, grinning as you sucked the digit clean. “We can’t have our precious little whore feeling neglected, can we?”

[angy-mouse]

I’m now so curious about what will happen if reader doesn’t cum the same amount of times as everyone else. Like at the end of the day it hits them reader has barely came would they woke them to that number?

Basically, yeah! It's not really explained in this (bc I couldn't make it work- why explain something to each other that they all know and have discussed before establishing their relationship) but if they realize the 'score' is in their favor, meaning they've come more than reader, it's their duty to bring reader up to at least a tie before they go to sleep. And if they don't realize it before then each one of them who let their score be higher than yours have to catch you up, plus one penalty orgasm, before they can come or fuck you.

“Where are they,” George muttered to himself as he and Sapnap finished putting away the groceries from their late-night convienence store run. Usually whoever stayed home from the shopping trip would make sure to help unload the bags but you and Dream were nowhere to be found.

“I think Dream was gonna edit that new video,” Sapnap hummed, the two of them setting out for Dream’s office. They peeked in the open door, smiling at the sight of Dream working away with you peacefully sleeping on his lap, slumped against his chest with your face tucked into his neck. It would’ve been a picture-perfect instagram post if Dream wasn’t clearly balls deep in your cunt.

Dream saw them and slid his headphones off, pressing a finger to his lips and rubbing your back. “Baby’s sleeping,” he whispered.

“I see that,” George cooed, brushing back a piece of your hair so he could easier admire your sleeping face. “She kept you warm while you worked, huh?”

Dream gave an affirmative hum, saving the file and shutting everything down. “She let me edge her, then fuck her when I got frustrated. It was really nice- I don’t think I’ll ever be able to edit without her,” he chuckled.

“What’s the score,” Sapnap asked, awe-ing when you made a noise in your sleep.

“I’m two ahead, I edged the poor thing quite a bit,”

“Four ahead.” They both turned to George in confusion. “I was two ahead before we left. I thought you’d catch her up, usually you’re all about overstim, not understim,” he weakly excused.

“...fuck, five ahead,” Sapnap admitted with a groan, pulling his hand down his face. “I got ahead of her when we took our shower.” The three stared at each other, somewhat unbelieving that they’d let you get so far behind- they prided themselves on making sure you ended the day ahead, or, ‘winning’ as they called it. They looked at the time. 12:45. “...if we wake her up she’ll kill us,”

“I know,” Dream groaned, letting his head fall back. “...deal with it in the morning?”

“Morning,” George agreed.

It wasn’t rare for you to wake up to your own orgasm, not in this house, but it was rare to not be able to move any of your limbs. You moaned, prying your eyes open enough to see a head of soft brown hair buried between your thighs. “Well good morning, sugar,” Sapnap purred in your ear, giving your hand a squeeze. As you slowly came-to you realized you were pinned snugly between Sapnap and Dream, both with their fingers interlaced with yours and your knee caught in the crook of their elbows, holding your legs up and open for George. You let out a gasping moan, eyes fluttering shut as you struggled to keep them open. “Oh, the poor thing’s still tired!”

“We’re sorry to wake you, doll,” Dream cooed, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “I’m afraid we got a bit ahead of you yesterday, so we thought we should take care of that.” You couldn’t even respond as you came on George’s tongue again, muscles spasming but going nowhere as Dream and Sapnap held you in place. George pulled away from your folds with an obscene noise, wiping your slick on his face off on your inner thigh only to lap it up to make sure he didn’t waste a drop. Dream’s hand came down and threaded through his pretty brown locks, pushing him back to your core. “Don’t forget the penalty, Gogy, you’ve got one more to give her.”

George let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl at being commanded but dutifully set to work again, gently suckling at your clit and sending you over the edge again quite easily since it was so close to your last orgasm. Dream let him up with a coo of ‘good boy’ as George kissed his way up to your lips.

“Good morning, luv,” he mumbled against you with a grin before making room for Sapnap to take his place.

“Move it, Gogy, I got two to give her, then Dream’s got three- I wanna get my dick wet before lunch.”

[angy-mouse]

almighty mouse, i beg, i plead. bless me with food cum. i need it for my soul. <3

God I love food cum but I realized halfway thru this I now have 2 dream fics with smoothie in the title rip

Dream let out a deep sigh through his nose as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, gently working himself up. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes- he’d gotten spoiled. He wasn’t used to doing this alone anymore. He needed to paint a picture.

He could just see you on your knees for him, pressing kisses along his hip like you always did. You’d always look up at him so adoringly, so pretty and innocent even as you jerked him off. He pulled from his memory an image of you with your soft hand wrapped around his cock, making sure every bit of skin you could reach- from his stomach down to his thighs- had been touched by your pretty pink lips. He found the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, tracing it with his fingertip just like you always did until he reached the tip, wrapping his fingers just under the head.

He fucked into his tight grip, trying to imagine he was fucking your throat instead. He imagined the way your eyes would water as he abused your poor gag reflex- you’d take it in stride every time, though, so eager just to taste him and take his cum down your throat that you’d take any abuse he put your body through.

“Take it,” he panted, running his thumb up and down his slit, spreading the dribble of precum that was oozing out. He imagined it was you licking him clean- the way you always did, so gingerly and eager for anything he’d give you. You always kitten-licked him clean, covering him in your spit. You’d only pull away to open your mouth and roll your tongue out, silently begging him until he let a glob of his spit fall into your mouth- you really did want anything he would give you and he adored it.

He let out a strangled moan as he came to the image in his mind of his pretty little doll treating him so well, spilling into the glass he’d grabbed. He tucked his face against his shoulder to muffle his groans, fucking desperately into his fist as he filled the glass until he was so oversensitive it hurt. “There we go,” he muttered to himself, giving his cock a few extra pumps, braving the oversensitivity to make sure he got every drop for you.

Dream took a few moments to calm himself down but quickly pulled his sweats back up around his hips- he couldn’t let you wait too long. He poured his cum into your smoothie, smugly grinning to himself at the sheer volume of pure him that you’d be drinking before he put the lid and straw on the tumbler for you.

He grinned at the sight of you- you looked so perfectly blissed out of your mind, sitting on George’s cock leaning back against his chest wearing nothing but one of the boys’ shirts. “Hey pretty thing,” he cooed, crouching down to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “You’re doing such a good job keeping Georgie warm while he watches his soccer game-”

“Football,”

“Fuck off, George- I made you your favorite smoothie for a little treat.” He smiled as you eagerly grabbed for the cup, slurring out a ‘thank you, daddy’ as he pressed it into your palms. “There you go, baby,” he coaxed as you eagerly began slurping it down- fuck, he was getting hard again. He couldn’t help it with the way you were so happy to suck down his cum, barely masked by a handful of fruits. He’d bet you’d be thrilled if the boys incorporated their cum into everything you ate, filling your tummy with it until you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d probably give up fucking you for the rest of his life if you told him you wanted all his cum down your throat.

When you pulled your mouth off the straw to breathe he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip then slipped it into your mouth, watching you hum in delight as you sucked the digit clean. “Now you be good and finish the whole thing before the end of the game, alright, baby?”

[angy-mouse]

Getting Comfy

I've mentioned on @boobberries' blog I have like 4 different fics about basically being the live-in cumdump for these goddamn minecraft men and roni and @lightdreamy both yelled at me to post it so-

George had told you when the boys first moved in that it would probably take time for them to get comfortable with your little arrangement. He was right, of course, and you waited patiently, trying not to make them uncomfortable. Dream settled in pretty quickly- he had just the right amount of cocky asshole in his personality to push his luck with you and you of course let him keep pushing until he was balls deep fucking you on the kitchen counter. Sapnap was a different story, though.

For all the smack talk he liked to throw around, Sap really was a classic southern gentleman. From his shy blush and averted gaze whenever you walked around in one of George’s shirts and underwear, hickeys on full display, to his sheepish chuckles when you shamelessly flirted with him. You made it clear you wanted him, you knew he wanted you, and both you and George had reiterated that the two of you were 100% on board with making you their shared cockwhore- the only thing keeping you from saving a horse and riding that cowboy were his damned manners.

‘Give him time,’ George said. ‘He’s just a little inexperienced,’ Dream said. Well you were going to give that boy some experiences if it was the last thing you did- and speaking as someone who’s shamelessly eyed him up in those sweatpants, it just might be.

You got him alone when he was watching anime in the living room (Dream and George called him a nerd and refused to watch with him) and plopped your head on his lap. You heard the sharp breath he took in, but you pretended you didn’t and gave him your sweetest smile, resisting the urge to giggle evilly at the shaky one he sent back. You carefully set your plan into motion, starting with laying still on his lap until he started to relax- no matter how much it killed you to have him so close to your mouth and not halfway down your throat.

Finally, when he was relaxed enough that he’d begun stroking your hair, you let out a whine, nuzzling against his thick thigh. “Saaaaap,” you whined, rolling onto your back so you could aim your puppy eyes at him. “Can I please suck your dick?” It was hard to keep up your innocent facade as he blushed and sputtered, but you managed. You wrapped your arms around his that had been playing with your hair, holding it tight to your chest. “I want something in my mouth and there’s no ice pops left! Please, I promise you’ll barely notice me.”

Apparently you’d wasted a lot of time waiting for him to make the first move because all it took was a bat of your eyelashes and a pout of your lips before you were on your knees in front of him. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled himself out of his pants and you almost moaned at the sight. While he was only average in length, the sheer thickness of his cock was more than intimidating and promised pleasure that bordered on pain if you managed to get him to fuck you. “You’re so pretty,” you purred, wrapping your hand around his cock and giggling when you realized his face and his tip were the same shade of red. “Thank you, sir,” you chirped before sinking onto him.

You took him all the way down until your nose was buried in his bush of dark hair and focused on breathing deeply, which filled your nose with the smell of his body wash. As promised, you stayed put, only loosely tonguing his cock and giving a gentle suck every now and again. You weren’t lying- you felt so much better now that you had a weight on your tongue- but you were also curious how long the inexperienced boy could hold out.

You got your answer shockingly quick, considering his previous hesitation. It wasn’t long at all before his hips were bucking into your throat. “Fuck- sorry, sorry, it- aaah it feels so good.” You moaned when his hips jerked again and took it as a sign to properly suck him off, bobbing up and down his cock. He moaned as your talented mouth worked at him, throwing his head back only to snap it forward again so he could watch you work. You practically preened at the awestruck way he looked at you, thrilled he was finally relaxing into your little arrangement. However, it didn’t last long as you both heard footsteps just as he was twitching on your tongue, orgasm fast approaching.

He stiffened up as George walked past with his empty water bottle, not sparing either of you a glance. You knew there was no problem with this and continued working at Sapnap’s cock, only to whine as he tried to weakly push your head away. He managed to get you back to where you were just sucking on his tip when George came into the living room with his refilled bottle.

Sapnap froze like a deer in headlights (or, more accurately, like a guy getting his dick sucked in a communal space) whereas you simply continued suckling at his tip, eager to finally taste the Texan’s cum. George made a noise of disapproval at the sight of you and took his time walking over. This was it, Sap thought. George was going to pull you away and ask what the fuck Sapnap was doing with his fuckbuddy/lover/whatever the fuck you two were, then he was gonna kick his ass back to Texas and their friendship would be ruined. Oh well, at least he got some amazing head out of this.

George’s fingers threaded through your hair and you took a deep breath, knowing what was coming. “I know I taught you better than that,” he said simply before pushing you down until your nose was squished against Sapnap’s pelvis. Sap let out a choked moan, hips bucking as much as they could as he came straight down your throat. He moaned as you eagerly swallowed down everything he gave you, staying glued to his cock even as his orgasm finished and George let go of your hair. “Don’t be afraid to rough ‘em up a bit,” George tossed over his shoulder as he went back to his recording with Dream. “They can take it.”

You hummed an agreement as you milked his cock, only pulling off when he hissed from overstimulation. “Thank you so much,” you purred, grinning when you saw him flush at your scratchy voice from taking him so deep in your throat. “I feel so much better now. Can I keep your cock warm for the rest of your show as a ‘thank you?’”

[angy-mouse]

Panty Raid

Sapnap smiled dopily as you peered into his room wrapped in a towel, hair still damp from your shower. “Hey, darlin’,” he hummed, not bothering to mute his mic since it was just him, Dream and George in the vc- George could edit this part out of the video since nothing interesting was happening.

“Hey,” you smiled back with a giggle. “I can’t find any of my underwear, did I leave any in here?”

He prayed to god you didn’t see the way he tensed in fear. “Uh, I don’t think so- I think Gogy did laundry this morning, did you check the dryer?”

You blew him a kiss. “Good call! Thanks, pumpkin!” You giggled as he pretended to catch your kiss, shutting the door behind you.

Once the door was closed Sapnap let his smile drop, spinning back to his monitor. “We’re fucking screwed,” he whined.

“You two are pigs,” George accused with a scoff. “Is the frankly obscene amount of sex really not enough for you that you have to steal her underwear?”

Dream scoffed. “Oh come on now, don’t act like you’re so innocent- I know for a fact you steal a few pairs every time you do the laundry.”

“But I trade them out so I only have three at a time! Well, plus the bra I stole…”

“I probably have close to a dozen,” Sapnap sheepishly admitted, flushing at the chorus that ensued.

“Sapnap, you pervert!”

“I didn’t mean to collect so many! I stole a few and stuffed them in my nightstand, then I forgot about them and stole a few for my desk drawer…”

“I’m guilty, too,” Dream reluctantly admitted. “I stole some for my stash, too. Hell, I’m lucky she hasn’t spotted them when I get the lube out of that drawer.”

“...Did we seriously steal every pair of panties she owns?” George sighed when his question was met with shameful silence. “What do you think the chances are we can convince her she doesn’t need panties if she wears a skirt?”

“I’d give it seven out of ten success rate, higher if you make her come a few times first, lower if you let Sap do it because he can’t fucking lie to her.”

“I can’t help it! She’s so pretty, and sweet, and if she suspects anything’s going on she gets all close and I can’t lie to her when she’s looking me right in the eye like that!”

“We know, you’re a big sap,” Dream teased. “I’ll go distract baby, you two get an emergency load going.”

“Hey, asshole, you’re gonna give up your stash, too, right?”

“Can’t hear you, logging off discord, gonna go fuck my hot ass girl, bye,” he rushed out, abandoning his headset and hurrying out of his room. He found you- much to his delight- naked with your towel hanging on the dryer door while you dug through the warm clothes. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he hummed, pulling you to your feet and slanting his lips over yours. You hummed against him, smiling as he grabbed your ass, using his grip to pull you tighter against him.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him away just an inch. “You three stole all my underwear so you’re trying to distract me while they toss them in the wash?”

“... Do you want to be upset or do you want me to bend you over the kitchen table then put on some fresh-from-the-dryer panties?”

You pretended to think about it before grinning, jumping up and letting him catch you and wrap your legs around his waist. “Lead the way, Daddy!”

[angy-mouse]

NSFW Masterlist

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Reader:

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♂️ - he/him

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Awards: 🏅- mouse's favorites

DreamXD (#drexdsqueaks)

Saving a Sinner 🔪🍑🏅

Finding Salvation 🍑🏅

Karl Jacobs (#karlsqueaks)

College Fun 🍑🏅

Needy Boys 🔪🍑

Kinktober Day 5 🍑

Kinktober Day 9 🍑

Kinktober Day 16 🍑

Kinktober Day 20 🍑

C!Slimecicle (#slimesqueaks)

Tentacles 🍑 Part2 🍑

C!Eret (#eretsqueaks)

Kinktober Day 24 🍑

Foolish (#foolishsqueaks)

Discord Kitten 💗

C!Schlatt (#ramsqueaks)

Neko Maid 🍑

His Exception ♂️💗🏅

Mint Condition 🔪💗🏅

Awesamdude (#awesamsqueaks)

I like my girls BBW 🧁🍑

Awesamsimp 💗

Kinktober Day 7 🍑

Kinktober Day 21 🍑

Corpse (#cropssqueaks)

Amogus💗

Kinktober Day 3 🍑

Kinktober Day 4 🍑

Kinktober Day 11 🍑🏅

Kinktober Day 30 🍑

Dabi (#dabisqueaks)

Brat's in a Mood💗

Terminator Thumbs-Up As I Die 🧁🍑

Boba Fett (#bobasqueaks)

Boba's Princess🧁💗🏅

Din Djarin (#mandosqueaks)

Perfect 🍑🏅

Jason Todd (#redhoodsqueaks)

Big Girl 🧁💗🏅 Part 2 🧁🍑🏅

Meanie Todd🧁🍑🏅

Venom (#venomsqueaks)

Our Precious🔪🍑

Montgomery Gator (#montysqueaks)

Working Hard Or Hardly Working 💗

[angy-mouse]

A Day in The Life of A Live-In-Whore Volume 1

Just a handful of drabbles that couldn't be turned into a full fic but I thought were still really cute. Only gets suggestive at best but its def. part of the series so posting here

Boobas

"That sounds like cheating," you said.

"I'll take you to Dave and Buster's," Sapnap said.

"Deal," you said.

And so, when the time was right, here you were slinking around your own house, creeping through the halls and listening for your cue. "Now!"

You threw open the door to Dream's office and tossed your bra at him. He fluidly caught it in one hand and threw it on his head like a pair of aviator goggles before his hand returned to the mouse. "Thanks, babe," he grinned as you stared dumbfounded.

"Mother fucker would rather beat Minecraft than look at my tits," you muttered to yourself shamefully. "I used to have standards."

Boobas 2 (they're better in pairs)

"If we're not going out today, I'm taking my damn bra off," you mused, reaching for the clasp.

George threw his hands in the air, nothing but a ball of fluffy brown hair and two arms poking up from the couch. "TAKE DEM TITTIES OUT 'CUZ I'M TRYNA SEE 'EM-"

"WE HAVE NEIGHBORS!"

Did you know?

"Hey," George mumbled against your stomach. You lifted your shirt to look at him, resisting the urge to make fun of his messy hair from burrowing.

"Hey,"

"Did you know…"

"Know what?"

He pressed his lips to your pale stretch marks. "I think you're pretty cute."

"Oh yeah? Well, did you know…"

His lips stretched into a lazy, cheshire grin. "Yeah?"

"Your hair looks like a bird's nest."

His grin fell as he glared up at you. "I hate you."

You simply giggled. "Aw, come on, babe, you- AH, NO, NO RASPBERRIES!!"

Insta-Offish

Sapnap hummed with a lazy smile as you climbed onto his lap, big hands supporting your hips to help you not tip over his gamer chair. “Hey, sugar,” he purred happily as you pressed your lips to his. “Mmmm, this feels like an ‘I want something’ kiss,” he muttered against your lips, giggling when you shamefully pulled away.

“Maybe,” you muttered, tracing your lips along his scruffy jawline. “What would you say… to taking a picture… of your hands as my bra… for my insta?”

He leaned his head back with a purr as you traced his adam’s apple. “... Can I print it out for my wallet… maybe another to put in my cap?”

You smiled wide. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

Bedtime

“It’s bedtime,” you insisted, arms crossed leaning against the doorway.

“We’re in the middle of coding,” Dream insisted, George’s sounds of agreement coming from the computer and the office down the hall. There was no arguing with Dream, he always got his way. It’s a good thing you’re a master manipulator.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” you hummed, sliding out of your sweatpants and kicking them at Dream. You sauntered down the hall, shedding your shirt in front of Sapnap’s open door and your bra in front of George’s. You turned around when you reached the bedroom door, smiling innocently at the three sets of wide eyes poking out of their offices. “Night, boys,” you chirped, putting a purposeful bounce to your step as you continued into the room, grinning evilly as you heard three pairs of feet pounding the floor. “Works every time.”

Ostrich Chair

"What the fuck did you buy," George scoffed, sipping a glass of vodka as he watched you and Dream unpack your latest package.

"It's an ostrich chair," Dream laughed as you happily wiggled in anticipation.

"It's the best thing ever," you declared, ripping the plastic off and unfolding the beach chair looking contraption.

"Looks like a beach chair."

"It's got a stretchy bit and a head hole, so- yeah," Dream trailed off as you laid face down on the fabric, cushion supporting your face like a massage table and the stretchy material accommodating your breasts.

"Oh my god, I haven't laid on my front since middle school," you groaned, feeling your spine straighten out.

"How much did you pay for that thing?"

"Shut the fuck up, no tits no opinion."

Betrayal

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," Dream forced out, a lump building in his throat. "Has all our time together really meant so little to you? You'll leave me just like that? Jump on the first person that comes along?"

"She's a god damn cat, stop being dramatic," you huffed, letting Patches keep kneading your lap.

"SHE'S MY GOD DAMN CAT AND SHE'S A TRAITOR!"

Another Betrayal

“What the fuck is this?”

You flailed uselessly in Dream’s headlock as Sapnap scrolled through your YouTube. “Listen, I don’t-”

“Technoblade, Mithzan, YourPalRoss,” he read out, “Fact Fiend, Game Theory, Film Theory, Food Theory-”

“Those hot wing videos were a bop, don’t even.”

“Not a single video from any of our channels?!”

“I listen to you dipshits in person every day!”

“DO YOU EVEN LOVE US?”

“FUCK YOU!”

The Stretch™

“God, my back hurts,” Sapnap groaned to himself. Your eyes wandered over to him just in time to watch his arms stretch up to the ceiling, shirt lifting to expose the soft planes of his stomach, thick line of coarse hairs leading into the blue band of his boxers, two or so inches of the fabric above his shorts.

“... Can I suck your dick?”

He started at that, ears turning red as he froze mid-stretch. “W-What?”

“I wanna suck your dick,” you said again, evenly, with a small smile as you watched him blush. “You look good. I wanna suck you dry. Can I?”

Your words finally processed and he frantically nodded, hands pushing down those pretty blue boxers as he stumbled over to you, making you giggle.

Dinner

“Takeout,” George offered, combing through the menus stuck on the fridge.

“I’m sick of takeout,” Dream huffed. “How about I make us something?”

“With what,” Sapnap scoffed. This was it: your time to shine.

“Step aside, boys,” you said dramatically, fishing out a box of noodles, a can of tomatoes, and a pack of hot dogs. “Hot dog goulash to the rescue!”

George wrinkled his nose. “Is that American food?”

“It’s ‘I grew up poor and this was all we could afford’ food, so shut the fuck up and enjoy it.”

[angy-mouse]

Hey, Baby

Y'all remember when ass paintings were the big thing on TikTok right?

It’ll be fine, he said. The greenscreen covers it, he said. No one will ever see, he said. If they do you’re getting tied up, she said.

George wasn’t even thinking of it when he got jumpscared by Sapnap suddenly popping into his view and attacking him and his chair tipped over, sending him crashing into his greenscreen. His headphones had thankfully not been ripped off, so he could still hear the mixture of concern and laughter as he tried to recover, getting tangled in his cords and fallen greenscreen.

“Whoa, George, nice art.”

His scramble turned more frantic as he tried to fix his green screen, giving his best ‘I’m not totally screwed because you saw that’ laugh. “Yeah, I, uh…”

He giggled at the shriek he pulled out of her as his paint covered hand made contact with her ass. “George! I knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself!”

“Aw, come on, luv, I’m just testing my canvas.” He got her to laugh along with him as he playfully nipped at her still bare cheek, making sure to enunciate every ‘nom’. “When do we break out the blue, hmm? As much as covering you in paint sounds like a fantastic way to spend the afternoon, I wanna see my pretty girl in my color.”

He hummed as she tilted his chin up with a single finger, smiling softly down at him like a gracious goddess. “I know, baby,” she purred with a giggle as he kissed her palm. “Just be patient, we have to cover me in white first.”

“Mmm, how much would it mess with the painting if I put my face between your ass and the canvas?”

“Uh, very much so.”

“Just checking,” he giggled, setting back to work covering her ass and the backs of her legs in white paint.

“Don’t worry, we have at least an hour to let the white dry before we can put your blue handprints on it. You can help clean me up in the shower and spend the rest of it doing whatever you want.”

George purred at the notion. “Promise?”

“...took up painting.”

Dream hummed out an ‘oh really’ that spelled suspicion but it was quickly drowned out by Sapnap. “Fucking hell dude- no, put the greenscreen back down! Who was your model, Gogy, give me her number!”

“Absolutely not,” George scoffed, ears red as the memory of you telling him you wanted to give him a painting of your ass with his handprints surfaced to the front of his mind. Yes your relationship was as open as it could get but that didn’t mean he was going to jump at the chance to share godly pussy. Still, he abandonned the greenscreen on the floor and sat back down.

“Come on, man-”

“Hey, genius,” Dream scoffed. “That’s not the kind of thing a good friend lets you paint. Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend, George?”

George supposed he should be thankful this slip-up didn’t happen on stream. He sighed. “She’s not my girlfriend, she… we’re just friends, I guess, but we fuck around alot and go on dates ‘n shit…”

“Damn, didn’t take you for the type to go for a friends with benefits relationship-”

“Well then why can’t I have her number?!”

“Just because she can fuck around with whoever she wants doesn’t mean I’m going to help you fuck her, Sapnap!”

“Aw, come on!”

“Come on now, George,” Dream giggled. “You gotta at least show us a picture and give us a name.”

He thought about it while Sapnap whooped and hollered like an animal and Dream gently coaxed, eventually pulling his phone out with a smug grin. “I got a picture, hang on.” He picked out the perfect one: from your most recent photoshoot, you sitting preciously on his lap in a pretty little sundress, George’s hand cupping your cheek to hold you still so he could press his lips to the other. His friends didn’t need to know about the vibrating dildo up your cunt or the amount of slick and cum your skirt hid.

Blip

Sapnap whistled. “I don’t mean to be out of line, Gogy, but your girl is way too hot for you.”

George sighed with a smile, now scrolling through the album of ‘you’ photos. “I know,”

“I mean like way out of your league- and mine, and Dream’s-”

“I know,” he chuckled. “...Why so quiet, Dream?”

The Florida man cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, she’s really cute…”

George let a sly grin stretch his lips. “Aw, not you too, Dream,” he teased. “You’re both after my girl now?”

"Hey, I didn't say that-"

"If I recall she's not your girl," Sapnap teased right back, the two of them chuckling. George faltered as his phone pinged, smiling as your contact popped up in his notification bar.

Luv💙

Are you streaming?

"Speak of the devil," he hummed. He assumed you were asking to see if you could come over and sent back a simple 'nope ;)'. He was about to think about how much you hated his excessive use of winky faces when your phone suddenly slid under his door, blaring some girlboss rap song he didn't recognize. He cackled as you kicked his door open, twerking at him as 'he's obsessed with my ass so I serve it like a snack' played through the room. "I'm gonna have to call you both back tomorrow,"

"Wha- YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T STREAMING, ASSHOLE!"

"Scratch that, I think I'm going to die tonight," he cackled, rushing to leave the vc before either of them questioned or demanded to meet you. "I wasn't streaming, it was just a video call with my friends," he wheezed out around his giggles as you pulled open the first drawer you could reach and started throwing his own clothes at him. "Hey leave the boxers out of this, I didn't know your plan!"

"I'm so fucking embarrassed," you whined, scooping your phone off the floor and turning the music off, pulling your hands down your face.

"Come on, luv, it's not like they saw anything." He gently coaxed you into his lap, letting you hide your blush in his neck. "And even if they did they would have loved it! They were literally begging me for your number five minutes ago!" Maybe begging was a bit of a stretch but it got you to peek up at him.

"Really? You showed them my picture?"

"Come on, luv, you can't expect me to be fucking the most gorgeous person in the U.K. and not brag to my friends," he teased, feeling any nerves about you being upset calm down as you giggled giddily at the knowledge that he showed you off. He hummed as you settled against him, content to let you sit on his lap all night if you wanted.

"...You said it was a video call?"

"Mhm,"

"Then why is your green screen down?"

He tensed, chuckling nervously as you peered up at him with an evil grin. "Aha, well, you see-" He tossed you on his bed and ran for it. "You can't tie what you can't catch, later, babe!"

"Hey, get back here! Your ass is mine, George!"

[angy-mouse]

Little Baby

tw: agrere

Gogy

no sex stuff for the rest of the day, baby’s feeling little

Dream and Sapnap both read the message in confusion. Their baby was feeling... small? But she loved when they made her feel small during sex. They wandered their way downstairs, pausing in the doorway to observe.

You sat in the cradle of George’s crossed legs, eyes wide as you watched the cartoon on the tv and nibbled on the cookies George handed you whenever you whimpered and wiggled in his lap. “That’s all your cookies, baby,” he cooed when you whimpered for another. “Aw, I know, but you’re going to get a tummy ache and not want dinner if you have any more.” They watched you throw your head back into his neck with a pout. Dream and Sapnap had never seen you like this, but apparently it was a common occurrence based on George’s lack of a reaction as you started nibbling on his neck. “You still want something to munch on, huh, baby?”

“Mhm,”

“Well your toys are in the fridge. Do you wanna let me get up and go get them?”

“Uhn-uhn,”

George sighed out a chuckle at the contradiction, spotting his friends at the base of the stairs and smiling at them. “Dream, Sap, can you get our baby’s chewing toys out of the fridge?” It broke their hearts to see you flinch at the knowledge that they were there, the way you tried to pull away from George but his gentle hand on the back of your neck kept you tucked against him. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, you can chew on Daddy until you get your toys, it’s okay,”

Dream may not quite understand what was wrong, but he understood that you should never have to be soothed because of them. “On it,” he said, trying to remain casual as he went into the kitchen. Sapnap was left standing dumbly, mind racing to try and figure out what exactly was happening and what he needed to do. He faltered as he recognized the cartoon on the flatscreen.

Oh, little.

“Are you watching Miraculous Ladybug, baby?” He wanted to cry as you peered up at him with wet eyes, shyly nodding against George’s neck. “Can I watch with you?” He eagerly leapt over the back of the couch at your nod, stretching his arm behind your and George’s shoulders. Now that he was next to you he could see you were wearing your own clothes for a change. “You look very cute today, baby- like a pretty little doll, all dressed up.” He smiled at you as you giggled and shyly smoothed down your skirt.

“Noooo,”

“Yeeees,” Sapnap insisted, leaning close to cover your cheek in bunny kisses. “I think you are, baby, yes, our cute little princess, mwah mwah mwah, yes!”

Dream meanwhile searched the fridge for your ‘toys’. He finally found a silicone lego brick with a cord through one end and the other dipped in chocolate. He assumed that was it and grabbed it, hurrying back to the living room. He found you’d moved to sit sideways on one of Sapnap’s thighs, nibbling on his fingertips as he cooed over how cute you were. George spotted Dream and rubbed his hand down your back. “Dream brought you your necklace, baby, can you say ‘thank you?’”

He felt his heart swell as you squealed around Sapnap’s fingers before pulling off of them and making grabby hands for your necklace. “Thank you, Daddy!” Dream and George looked at each other with twin looks of shock before Dream snapped out of it and slipped the chocolate end of your chew between your lips.

“You're very welcome, princess,” he sang, giving a little tap on your nose to hear you giggle. He sat on Sapnap's other side so he could watch all of you as your show stole your attention away again.

George was surprised how quickly the boys adapted. It would have been much more convenient to have a conversation about this with them while you were big, but when he peeked into your room to find you on the verge of tears because you were alone he knew little space had snuck up on you. So he carried you downstairs, put on your show, and got you a snack while he alerted the boys so they didn't come downstairs expecting something you weren't in the right headspace to give.

Dream was better at doing than feeling, so George figured it wasn't a huge shock that he stepped in to grab whatever George told him you needed, even asking lowly if he had any sippy cups for you when you asked for some juice. It wasn't surprising that he settled into a caregiver role very easily, but he was surprised you called him Daddy so easily- it took you a few weeks of him acting as your caregiver to call George Daddy.

Sapnap loved to coo over you no matter what, so it definitely wasn't surprising that he seemed to be claiming the title of 'the spoiler' as he bounced you on his knee, matching your reactions to every twist and action scene on the tv. He seemed perfectly content to hold your sippy for you when you weren't drinking, responding to every 'did you see that?!' with a perfect 'oh wow, that's so cool!' that made you giggle in delight.

The three cooed as you let out a big yawn. “Aw, tired baby,” Dream hummed. “Is it naptime?” He peered over at George, really asking him, and received a nod- you’d almost cried twice this afternoon, you needed to recuperate. “Come here, princess, I- Daddy will carry you.” You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist like a little koala. George and Sapnap had to resist the urge to squeal in delight at your sleepy wave over Dream’s shoulder and your quiet “nigh’ nigh’ daddies” you mumbled out as you were carried upstairs to your room.

“...So, little, huh?”

George nodded, a little nervous of what Sap had to say now that you weren’t around. “Yup,”

“...Can I take her shopping? Get her some new stuffies?”

George sighed in relief, shaking his head with a grin. “She has so many stuffies.”

“Yeah, but none of them are from me! Okay, what about some new chew toys? Y’know they have some that you can put squishy foods in, I bet we can get her to eat her fruits if…”

[angy-mouse]

Drunknap

idk why i wrote this, idk when i wrote this, but i found it and its your problem now /lh but also /srs

psa this includes the act of drinking alcohol before the legal age which for legal reasons i do not condone. actually I don't condone any drinking of alcohol bc that shit is nasty i hate it

Bad things happen when the Dream Team gets bored.

They decided to get Sapnap drunk. Despite how concerning that sentence was with no context, they thought it was a great idea. He'd be safer than getting drunk for the first time at a bar, plus then they'd know what kind of drunk he was so they could keep an eye on him once he turns 21 and they start going out drinking together. He'd be totally supervised and if things went south there was a bathroom five steps down the hall and he could lay down for a nap basically anywhere. It definitely didn't have anything to do with wanting funny videos of Sapnap stumbling around the house or babbling secrets, no, of course not.

When did things go south? When they found out Sapnap was a cuddly drunk.

"I mish baby," he whined, voice muffled as he tried to burrow deeper into George's shirt. George didn't mind at all becoming the Texan's personal teddy- he was always a little sheepish about physical contact when he was sober so George never realized what a furnace the younger was. Meanwhile Dream kept a bit of distance- he always preferred to be the one initiating contact so a cuddly drunk was a tad out of his comfort zone.

"I know, we miss her, too," George cooed, rubbing up and down Sapnap's back. He felt bad for inflicting this on him as he heard Sap sniffle against his chest. "Baby's gonna be home very soon, though, she should be on the train right now. How about we watch some TV while we wait, okay?"

Sapnap let out a mumble, but luckily they didn’t have to try to translate it because they heard your key in the front door. “Baby!!” He stumbled off the couch, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the front door. He tripped and fell, managing to catch himself from face planting (George mentally commended him for that, he was already doing better than his first time drunk). He pushed himself onto his knees just as you opened the door, his face lighting up as he held out his arms for you. “Baby,” he cheered.

You hesitated, taking note of his red face, wet eyes, and the bottles of alcohol on the counter. “Hi, baby,” you carefully hummed, closing the door behind you and stepping forward so Sapnap could bury his face in your stomach, arms wrapped loosely around your hips. “Oh, sweetheart, what did those two do to you,” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the two sitting on the couch. They sheepishly smiled at you, sighing in relief as Sapnap stole your attention again.

“Baby, come cuddle,” he whimpered, tugging on your shirt.

“Okay, hun,” you cooed, guiding him to his feet. “Come on, let’s go lay in bed, huh?” You turned a glare on the other two again. “George and Dream are gonna clean up.”

“Yes, darling,” George sheepishly muttered as you took Sapnap up stairs. “...I think turning the youngest into a big baby for her to coddle might’ve not been our best idea.”

“You think she’d baby me like that if I got drunk?”

“Hell no, he’s way cuter than you.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

[angy-mouse]

Cuddling Up

Note: this takes place IMMEDIETLY after Getting Comfy. Like 5 minutes max

"I-I've never done this before," Sapnap shyly admitted, blushing at your soft giggle.

"That's alright, baby," you assured him. "It's just like cuddling, just a little more intimate." You smiled gently as he nodded along with your words, helping you climb into his lap. "And it doesn't matter if you don't come or if you come a lot, just as long as you're comfortable, okay?"

"Mhm," he hummed, watching you pull your underwear aside and gently lower yourself onto his cock.

"There we go," you purred, feeling him fill you up until you were seated flush on his thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, tucking your face into his neck. You smiled smugly to yourself as you heard his soft, gasping moans as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"Ah… fuck, it's so tight, so warm."

"That's why it's called cockwarming, pretty boy," you cooed. "You're going great, just try to relax for me, okay?" He nodded into your hair, taking deep breaths of your scent to calm down. It didn't matter that he just came more down your throat than he ever had with his hand, he could feel his cock twitching to life inside of you, already hard again. But you wanted him to relax so he did his best, taking even breaths with his nose tucked against you, thumbs moving in little circles on your skin to get out the nervous energy. It took a minute but eventually he was completely lax under you and you pressed a kiss to his neck. "There you go- good boy."

He whimpered at the pet name, arms around you giving a tight squeeze. "...do you really think I'm pretty, darlin'?"

Sirens went off in your head as you picked up on his disbelieving tone, leaning back so you could face him (ignoring his choked moan as you adjusted on his cock). "Of course you're pretty! Oh, don't be silly, Sapnap!" He made a small noise as you cupped his face, nuzzling your noses together. "You're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen- and the others are celebrities and George."

"He is pretty," he agreed with a hum.

"I mean, I'm jealous of how pretty you are." You watched him jump to defend you from yourself just like you knew he would (I mean come on you're hotter than Hell and you don't need anyone to tell you that) but you didn't let him speak. "I mean look at your pretty eyes," you gushed, stroking your thumbs along his cheekbones.

He scoffed. "They're just brown,"

You didn't take kindly to his tone. "And what's wrong with brown, huh? It's warm, and welcoming, and makes me want you to always be looking at me. Can you do that for me, pretty boy? Always look at me."

It was more of a metaphor than an actual request, of course, but your heart swelled as he immediately nodded without a thought. "I don't think I've stopped since I got to England," he admitted with a soft chuckle. You gave him a sweet kiss for that, only pulling away to move up and kiss his nose.

"Good," you hummed. "I want my pretty boy to only look at me. I should be the only one who gets to see this cute nose. Or play with your fluffy hair, or scratch at your beard." You giggled as you ran your fingertips through the short hairs on his jawline and pulled a pleased, rumbling purr from his chest. "Everything about you is so pretty, baby, and it's all mine, got that?"

Maybe it was selfish to declare him yours. Technically all your boys were allowed to go out and fuck whoever they wanted just like you were, but… You were only doing this because he needed it, you told yourself. He needs to know how pretty it is and the best way to tell him is to insist that you don't want to share… clearly.

The small guilt was overrun by a warm feeling in your insides as he slowly nodded, eyes wide with something you couldn't place. "Yes, ma'am… I just- I asked… cuz earlier… y'know you said even my…"

"Oh, your cock is very pretty," you chirped, giving a little bounce to enunciate your point. "You're so thick, and clean, and it blushes such a pretty pink when I kiss it, just like the rest of you!" You giggled as his cheeks warmed up underneath your hands before his arms around you tightened, pulling your face back into his neck.

"Okay, I get it, I'm… pretty," he half whined.

"Very pretty."

"I'm very pretty."

"Good boy," you chirped, settling back into his hold. "Now settle down and watch your show so I can snuggle you."

"Are they asleep?"

"Oh my god, that's adorable. Dream, give me your phone."

"What? Why my phone?"

"Because I left mine upstairs and I want a picture!"

"I'm awake," Sapnap groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He heard Dream scoff behind him.

"Not a minute ago, you weren't."

Sapnap blinked as he realized you were still on his lap. "Shut up, dude you're gonna wake 'em!"

George chuckled at the harsh words, made much less harsh by his absolutely defeated voice. "Do you even know how many they pulled from you?" He openly laughed as Sapnap only let out a whimper as one was added to the mystery total. "Yeah, should've warned you about that, they'll milk you dry if you give 'em half a chance. Here, you two should go to bed, let me get 'em off-"

He faltered as Sapnap grabbed his wrist, blushing red and avoiding his gaze. "I… I don't…"

George slowly smiled. "Here, I'll show you how to hold 'em so you can stand up without pulling out. We can all bunk in my room for the night, okay?" He got a small noise of confirmation from Sapnap and a nod from Dream.

The process up the stairs was a slow one, especially with Sapnap's numb legs, but George and Dream were there on either side of him making sure he didn't topple over. They helped him climb into George's king, watching him sigh in bliss and hold you tighter against him.

George took the spot behind you, warming up your back, and Dream decided Sapnap was probably in the mood where he didn't want to be alone, so he slid in behind the Texan. He managed to stretch his arm across all three of you, making sure everyone was packed in snugly.

Yeah, they all thought to themselves as they settled in for the night, we can make this work.

[angy-mouse]

imagine just like dirtying george’s setup. like leaving a pair of panties over his mic arm, or leaving sticky notes that have photos of his dick glued onto them just around this mans whole setup, then him finding stuff on stream or his viewers pointing out there is a sticky notes on his green screen (but not them being able to see the picture) and him lunging to grab it because he knows what it is

This is like shockingly similar to my idea of how you act in the beginning of liveinwhore before sap and dream get included in your relationship. One idea I had for how it gets brought up is they're just hanging out in discord and Sapnap "...dude, is that a thong?' and George has to be like it's not mine it's my girlfriends except she's not really my girlfriend it's complicated and they're like 'uh huh sure yk we love you right George like you can tell us anything' so he calls you up, puts you on speaker and dream and sap just hear-

"You left your underwear at my place again and now my friends think I like to crossdress!"

"BAHAHAHAHA EAT MY ASS YOU FUCK THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR FORGETTING ABOUT ME WHILE I WAS TIED UP"

And obviously that merits further discussion lol so yeah that's one alternate reality of how that happened.