#up the punz

[dognonsense]

me and my gf fern in our crust pants together :3 got to have all three of my gfs together for the first time yesterday! We spent the day together and i had so much fun! Puppy and kitty girl love!

[arginnit]

first day exiled from our country: i think its going to get worse.

[axolotlclown]

Ok, none of you know what's going on. None of you understand why so many women and young streamers are stepping forward right now. None of you understand why this has to be public.

Multiple large streamers have used their fame, influence, and money to manipulate and abuse those they see as below them. So long as they continue to have fame, influence, and money, this cycle will not end.

This is bigger than just individual cases of sexual assault or other abuse. This is a break down of a much larger problem within the entertainment industry.

These women are telling stories about very powerful men in this space. They are sharing stories of abuse and manipulation. This is very scary for them—it could ruin their careers or lives.

Stop saying "they should have handled this privately." This isn't a private matter. So long as these men have power, they will hurt more women. They aren't sorry. They won't play fair.

By trying to stay silent and bury these accusations, you are ensuring these women never know peace. You are ensuring that more women get hurt.

One day your boss will assault you, and all the men in your life will blame you for waiting as long as you did to speak about it. They will find any reason to blame you. They don't want to get rid of your boss. They hope that one day, they can assault a woman just like you.

This is fucking serious. This is real life. This isn't just some fucking fandom drama that we can bury and move on from. These are real life issues that require real meaningful discussion.

Stop trying to discredit these women just because your streamer is in trouble. You are part of the fucking problem.

[jjoneechan]

a silly lil thing to clown on

[bleue-flora]

Ok, so can we talk about Punz for a second? Because like when I rewatched that stream the other day, not only did I notice that it was Punz who avenged Dream by killing Tommy and returning all of his stuff, after Sapnap and Tommy had ambushed Dream and refused to return it [details] (making him truly the mvp, who really doesn’t get enough credit). But I also noticed some other fun things.

Specially this.

And this.

Tommy punches Dream -> immediately killed by Punz [clip].

Like okay maybe we could make the point that Dream pays him to kill Tommy and reclaim all of his stuff [clip], but pretty sure Dream isn’t paying him to be so protective.

[misty-doodles]

Do you ever just think up the funniest crack ship ever and laugh about it ?

Me when I thought up drunznoza: Punz/Dream/Techno/Philza

Its just techno and the three blonds he keeps on his arm.

[llitchilitchi]

me and @oduvany binged Redwall together a little while ago so I decided to doodle a DSMP/Redwall crossover feat. mice c!DTeam, fieldmouse c!Tommy and dormouse C!Punz

[crimeboys]

no bc it actually like the revivebook makes me kind of crazy like all we know for the longest time is that during pogtopia vs. manberg schlatt gave dream Something that had him promise his allegiance. we literally do not know what this is until the disc finale and we ONLY know about it bc dream uses it as a trump card to make sure tommy doesn’t take his last life like he didn’t want ANYONE to know about the revivebook but bc its existence secured his survival both the characters and the audience learn about what it actually is for the first time. like the characters are as lost as us, we are as lost as the characters, dream, punz, and schlatt are the Only ones who knew from POGTOPIA TO DISC FINALE. and the only reason dream fessed up is bc he knew that tommy could never refuse the chance to revive wilbur. i dunno it just makes me a little crazy when i think about.

[jefferythejelly]

sapnap and george standing on the chunk of ice sculpture ft. punz helping them

[cdroloisms]

my insane c!stageduo headcanon list (incomplete) (aka: communication skills, just NOT these guys' forte, jesus christ)

c!dream never tells c!punz about scrapped lore. if he was really betrayed, after all, it would be more optimal to keep his potential betrayer from knowing what really happened, wouldn't it? if that happened. he's safe, no matter what, really. he has an impenetrable fortress and he's the only one with the keys. let them buy his mercenary, let them pound on his walls. sapnap has been howling outside for months and even with the greenery that's begun to grow in the cracks, nobody has ever managed to step a foot inside. quackity's fake cell had none of the defenses of the real one, he has nothing, just a pale shade of the glory that had resulted from countless hours of building and brainstorming and carving the glory that is pandora's fucking vault out from the sea. the next time they meet, it's almost a month later, and nothing further happens. he's not ambushed. there's no traps, no cells (he would be able to escape anything anyway, with pearls and totems and gapples in his inventory) (he only surrendered on that stage because it was the part to play, not because he couldn't literally make his way out with the gear he had) (he was in total control then. he still is now.) (when wilbur and tommy show up in the prison lobby just a few weeks later, for a second, he still wonders.)

c!dream never tells c!punz how long he was tortured. c!punz's job was to watch and wait. he did. he didn't make a scene of it, of course, and neither did he spend much time on spying on the prison, specifically (there was work to be done, after all. knowledge to gather. time, he found, is a delicate thing, and it would be remiss to not take advantage of the lack of scrutiny that comes with being seen as the server's hero) but part of keeping an eye on the server means keeping an eye on the prison (if anything is compromised, he'll have to take their research and run as soon as possible. they have a hidden base somewhere far out, where he can revive dream if necessary.) he has to watch a little bit closer after ranboo gets locked out, but he knows better than to try and visit--he sees quackity getting in an out, and well, a visitor means there must still be a prisoner to see, doesn't it? the first time he catches quackity visiting is march. the last time he does, it's september, and quackity looks harried as he runs to las nevadas. punz passes dried blood on the prime path a few times. dream tells him things went south, and mentions plans to attack quackity a few months after his escape with a keycard now dangling between his fingers, and so when he tells purpled over half a year later, it's just math, isn't it.

c!punz meeting with c!purpled to tell him about the revenge plan against quackity was behind c!dream's back. the question we get repeatedly in this scene is why punz is the one carrying the message at all, and there's a difference between dream bringing up his torture and how punz was emphasizing how fucked up he got from it. further, while c!dream emphasized how important it was that no one put together that he and c!punz were on the same side after staged finale repeatedly in the finale streams, c!punz was the one to break their cover by reviving c!dream in front of clingyduo when he could've done so in secret after the two of them left, meaning we have a precedent for c!punz being willing to break their cover for revenge-related purposes.

c!punz sees the inside of the prison exactly once before the finale streams. c!dream shows it off a little while after daedalus, before the lobby gets overgrown with stalagtites and vines, before he's scrawled over the walls in ink. he shows off the keycard, the security mechanisms, the lava-filled antechamber, the main cell. punz makes a comment about the blocks of netherite, only a little awkwardly. there's still blood soaked into the chest, permanently. dream mentions that there was a dog that sat there once, before sam killed it.

before the prison, in the experiments that they run once they've ensured the book works, punz dies--actually dies--exactly once as well. he has a better familiarty with magic and runes than dream, who knows enough to muddle his way through enchants and little more than that, and part of the reason why he was chosen in their little trio to be the one with the revive book was his aptitude in more magical things. (dream was a survivalist, not a mage, and punz had a whole secret potion room before pretty much anyone on the server.) limbo has schlatt, and had wilbur, (and schlatt saw dream with his book of moon runes, and ghostbur knew about the revive book on doomsday) and dream was the one, after all, to make his agreements with both--it just made sense for him to be the one to communicate. made sense not to let punz's presence become too obvious, even to the dead--ghosts are real, after all, and not all of them are known for keeping secrets. dream was the one that needed to have lives to lose in their little show, and dream was the one that might need to be revived remotely, if there were any unforeseen issues, and dream was the one that needed to die in front of the server and be carried off into the heart of the prison--where his endurance would be key to their survival. where it certainly wouldn't hurt to be prepared, to know exactly what he may have to survive (i thought i would be fine with raw potatoes) (do you know what that does to a person?, and the warmth of dream's blood on his palms.) limbos change based on the way that you die, and tommy saw darkness, and then happiness that didn't belong to him, and dream--well it wasn't his first time--and punz said, you know, my limbo sucks, (singular). it's simply more efficient to keep one person clear-minded enough to do what needs to be done, and limbo puts you through the wringer. that's alright. punz and dream like efficiency.

dream never stops paying punz.

[celestialking]

Lights Camera Fuck

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Finished writing: November 23, 2022

Pairing: CC!Foolish, Afab!Reader, CC!Punz

Warnings: afab, picture/recording, choking (via bicep and fingers), pussy spanking, double pen (vag), mirror sex, each is a bit possessive in their own way, degrading praise, dacryphilia, hair pulling (punz/foolish receiving), squirting, strength(?), smidgen of dumbification, let me know if I forgot anything

A/n: OwO this fic is the longest I've ever written at almost 4.5k words. I put a shit ton of my energy and time into this so please don't let it flop T^T ♡ also reblogs are not required but very appreciated /nf

"I'm kinda nervous not gonna lie," Punz hummed while taking a picture in the mirror. 

A few caught Foolish behind him who was also pacing nervously. 

"Why so nervous sunshine?" 

He turned in the chair to look at you. You were grinning from your seat on the couch. "Don't call me that," 

"Have you seen what you're wearing?" You shot back. Foolish joined in on your laughs. 

Punz just rolled his eyes. "Just to be clear I look awesome," 

You snorted. "Yeah okay sunshine boy," 

Although your soft banter had helped, the room was still feeling a bit tense. It was just a camera, they were used to streaming all the time so you weren't quite sure what the problem was. 

"You guys just have a lot of pent-up energy, don't you?" You watched them shuffle around more. Checking the time slyly, you continued. "We have plenty of time if you want to...expel some of those nervous jitters," 

Your suggestion was not nearly as subtle as you had intended. 

Both of their heads snapped to you. It wouldn't be the first time you joked about having sex with the two of them and it definitely won't be the last, but there was something different about this time. Foolish had stopped pacing and Punz turned his body away from the mirror. The energy of the room had shifted making you squirm in your seat. 

"I- I was just joking," you cleared your throat. Picking up your phone, you began scrolling panicked. 

A hand grasped your phone taking it from your hands. They were both standing above you, giving the same look. 

"Unless- unless you don't want it to be a joke," you whispered. 

Foolish sat down to your side, a hand landing on your thigh. 

"I think it's obvious what we want as long as you're offering princess," Punz grinned. 

Foolish's hand climbed high and higher up your leg. You had been dressed in proper 70s attire to join them on stage, but it seemed your outfit would end up on the floor. 

"I think it's obvious what I was offering. So why don't you just...take it," you spoke slowly. 

Your chin was grasped and your mind short-circuited. Foolish slotted his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, the way he kissed you left you breathless. His tongue pressing into your mouth to move with yours. The faint taste of mint invading your tastebuds. 

With your head tilted up there was perfect space for Punz to lean it and press a few kisses of his own against your throat. He tugged at your bottoms, waiting for your hips to lift. You obliged, letting him remove the clothing. 

"I've been dying for a taste," Punz said to no one in particular. His body moved down the couch partially. "Wanna make more room for me?" 

You shifted so your back pressed up against Foolish's chest. Creating more room for the blonde eager to be between your thighs. Foolish's heart was racing, beating against your back, and his forearms trembling under your touch. Was he as nervous as you? 

His hands pet your sides as Punz pulled down your underwear. 

"Excited are we?" Punz snickered, eyeing the wet patch that had begun forming on it. 

"I'm sure your boxers are a matching sight," you watched him lower himself between your legs. 

"Wanna find out?" Punz grinned sharply.

His first lap at your cunt surprised you. Unready for the sudden stimulation your legs clamped around Punz's head; at least attempted to that is. Foolish's arms locked under your knees, keeping you spread for the blonde between your thighs. 

"That wasn't very nice," Foolish mumbled, one of his fingers coming down to press against your clit. It was a featherweight feeling, ghosting the pressure you needed. 

"You were really gonna deny me a taste of this pretty pussy?" Punz pouted. 

You shook your head, squirming in their grasp. Your hips attempted to buck up to satisfy your touch. "Please," you whimpered. 

Punz sat up slightly. "I don't think you deserve my tongue," he mumbled. 

You attempted to grab him, but the blonde pulled back just out of your reach. "No, wait," you whined. "Please," 

A genuine laugh left his lips as he made eye contact with you. Genuine tears of frustration now forming. 

"You're gonna cry? All cause my mouth isn't on you? I'm sorry baby," Punz dragged his tongue up your thigh, swirling over your skin. Maybe it was pathetic, maybe it wasn't. Being between these two men was torturous enough as it was, and now being half naked and not being touched? Sinful. 

"He's being mean, huh angel?" Foolish mumbled by your ear. 

You nodded. 

To your surprise, Foolish switched sides. He let go of one of your legs burying it into your friend's hair. He yanked Punz closer drawing a startled moan from him. The blonde didn't bother teasing instead getting straight to work, whines and moans leaving both of you. Foolish's tight grip on Punz's hair left him with very little room to move. 

They were switches at best, and it seemed as though Foolish was winning the fight to be in complete control. 

Punz's eyes were hazy, the only thought behind his eyes was your pleasure. Foolish let go of his hair moving back to keep your legs open. Your hips jolted, feeling Punz kiss your clit gently. Two fingers pressing in were accompanied by a small whine. A begging whine. 

"Pull his hair," Foolish mumbled leaning down to kiss your neck. His tongue against your skin made you shiver. Your hand slowly made its way down to his hair, finger threading through. Your soft tug was met with a high whimper. 

Oh.He wanted it. 

You alternated between gentle and rough tugs as Punz opened you up. The only time he pulled his mouth away was to whisper "C'mon baby let go, you're squeezing my fingers," 

It was true. You were teetering on the edge, desperate to last as long as possible. Surely this wouldn't be the only thing that happens before the show, right? You needed more. Heat rushed through you as you finished on his fingers and tongue. Praise was given from both males, Punz kissing on your thighs and Foolish sucking marks onto your throat. 

"Look so pretty when you finish," Punz locked eyes with you, removing his fingers. You watched him raise them, covered in your slick, to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact he cleaned them off with his tongue, a sharp whine leaving you. 

You watched as Punz carefully and quickly removed the outfit meant for the show, later on, folding it to the side. 

"Don't wanna get those all messy huh baby?" He grinned. 

Foolish had let go of your legs, moving away from your back. It was a strategic move. They worked perfectly in unison, one taking over control when the other pulled away, making you briefly wonder if they had done something like this before. 

Punz's hands grasped your waist as he moved you over his lap. Delicate fingers tugged and pulled the rest of your clothes off your body, leaving you on display for both sets of eyes to see. 

After tossing the clothes to the ground, Punz grasped your hips sliding his cock through your slick. His cock bumped against your clit with every thrust. 

"Fucking soaked just for us," 

"or maybe that's just from you being a messy eater," Foolish chuckled off to the side. 

You could hear the rustling of clothes signaling the raven's undressing. Punz rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing at the others' comments. 

"You're ridiculous," 

He said nothing else towards the raven, further amusing him. 

Foolish shuffled closer as Punz began to tease you. The raven's tongue pressed against your chest, swirling across your skin. You whined as he flicked over one of your nipples, his hand coming up to gently twist and play with the other. His mouth was hot, burning you more than the blonde on your sides. You squirmed in their grasp, unsure of whether to lean in or pull away from the sensation. 

Foolish was obsessed with the mewls he drew from your lips. Soaking in each noise he continued his actions. 

You jolted, electricity running down your spine as his teeth grazed gently. It was a hypnotizing reaction, Foolish pulled away for just a moment, only to switch to your other one a few seconds later. 

Punz was enjoying the show, he really was, but he thought he might die if he didn't get in you now.  

“Alright enough," he gently pushed the raven's shoulder. Foolish moved back dazed. "C'mon baby, I think I know exactly where I want you. Go lean over in front of that mirror over there. Want you to see your pretty face as I ruin you," Punz mumbled against your neck, his hands releasing you. 

With wobbly legs you stood and walked over to bend over the vanity just as he asked, Punz hummed appreciatively walking behind you. 

"I think this will be a lot better," his finger trailed across your lower back. "You sure you don't want first turn?" Punz looked back at Foolish. 

Within the mirror you made eye contact with Foolish, watching as he grinned. 

"I'm sure. By the time I'd be done they wouldn't want you anyways," He stifled a squeak. 

Punz was not amused. 

"In that case you better fucking scream my name baby, I don't care if the fucking producers hear you back here. I want your voice gone by the time I'm done with you," Punz snapped, by your ear. 

You spread your legs further feeling the tip of his cock bump against you. Slowly he pushed in, spreading you open. "Shit baby," Punz groaned. "You feel so good around me," he grasped your hips, giving himself an anchor. 

The blonde had to allow himself a moment to breathe with how tight you were wrapped around him. This was heaven to him. His beginning pace was slow, enjoying the way you opened around him. You could see his head thrown back in the mirror, continuing his slow movements. 

You squirmed beneath him, attempting to push your hips back to meet his. 

Punz looked down smirking. "Sorry baby, am I not going fast enough? Was just giving a bit for you to adjust, but if you're so ready," he trailed off. 

In your already pleasure-filled state, the sentence took a lot longer to process, by the time you realized what was said his pace had increased immensely. Punz's hips snapped into yours, your body moving closer to the mirror. It was almost impossible to not look at yourself or him while his hips kept yours pinned to the table below you. 

"That better baby?" Punz teased, listening to the plethora of moans tumble from your lips. He could listen to the noises you made all day long. Each one fueled his need to draw more for you, but at the same time, they were too good to share. 

"Actually. I changed my mind. Call me selfish, but these noises are mine," Punz said, shifting his hands. "Our pretty little whore, screaming just for me," his fingers pushed past your lips, shoving your tongue down. Each moan was now muffled by him. 

If someone told you today you'd be being railed in front of a mirror while choking on Punz's fingers and Foolish watching you would have thought you were being lied to. That or some magical being finally granted your wish. Punz's harsh pants made you shudder. 

"You like seeing me fuck you, baby?" 

He turned your head to make eye contact with Foolish through the mirror. "He does. Look at him," 

Foolish was staring darkly at the two of you, his own hand working quickly at his cock.

"Look how much he wishes he was me right now, fucking this sweet pussy," his filthy words did nothing but spread heat further through you.

You wanted it, you wanted both of them. "Can do it," you whined around his fingers.

"Do what baby?" He pulled them from your lips, untangling with your tongue. 

"Can take both," 

Both males paused. 

"You wanna take both of us? At the same time?" Punz asked slowly, looking over at Foolish. The raven was all ears. 

"Please," it was the same breathy whine that had them wrapped around your finger. 

"We'll keep that in mind, but right now you're mine to touch baby," His hand was splayed against your tummy, moving higher until he reached your throat. Punz gave a light squeeze before moving even higher. He grasped your chin turning you to face him. 

Every moan and whimper leaving your lips were instantly swallowed by his kiss. He tasted faintly of yourself and cherry, two things you knew he had previously consumed. His tongue pushed into your mouth taking complete control of the kiss. A spell of dizziness washed over you, the need for air had you tugging against his grip. Punz pulled away with a gentle nip to your bottom lip. 

"Tell me how good I feel," Punz hummed. 

Maybe this was part of the power he was dangling above your head, but his smirk only widened at your silence. "It feels so good doesn't it," he chuckled. 

You were still acutely aware of Foolish's eyes on you. Shamelessly they raked over your body taking in the way your hole sucked Punz back in, the way your legs began to shake although this was only the beginning of your night. Foolish's stare made you shiver. There was no doubt he was currently deciding exactly how to pick you apart when he got his way. The realization of being incredibly close washed over you as burning heat. 

"Please, wanna- wanna. Please?" you begged, stumbling over your words. 

Foolish laughed off to the side before speaking. "Use your words, Punz doesn't know what you want," 

"Need to cum," You practically sobbed. 

"Well of course," he purred. "Cum for me baby, cum on this dick," Punz's hands grasped your hips harder, you were sure there would be bruises later. 

Watching your eyes flutter shut and head tilt down he tsked. "No, No, look at yourself, I want you to watch yourself come undone. Look at what I'm doing to you," Punz grunted, moving to tilt your head up. "Keep looking baby, you're not allowed to come until you do," 

Your hips slammed back against his as he pistoned into you. If his cock battering into that sweet spot wasn't getting you close enough to fall over the edge, the finger that now began circling your clit certainly was. On a choked moan of his name, you finished around him. Your eyes locked onto your reflection in the mirror. 

"So good for me, for us," 

Foolish let out a sound of agreement. 

You almost didn't get a good look at yourself as you finished, your sight going blurry at the intensity of the pleasure. 

Punz's grip turned harsh, crescent-shaped nail marks appeared on your hips. "Take it all for me," he mumbled, dick twitching as he filled you. Punz warmed your insides, thrusting a few more times through his orgasm. Slowly Punz pulled out, admiring the creamy mess he made before taking a step back.  

"I can take a picture, yeah princess?" 

You nodded letting out a shy 

"Yes," 

Foolish stood from his seat making his way over to your side. His hand landed on your hip, the warmth melting you. 

Punz returned with his phone and snapped a photo or two. Surely he was creating a private spank bank. Though he could just ask for more and you'd gladly give it. 

The hand on your hip began moving down, and down. Foolish gently spread you open, finger dragging through the mixture of your slick and Punz's cum leaking from you. You wiggled at the sensitive sensation making him push a hand down on your back. 

"Hold still," Foolish demanded. 

He made a wondering noise making you question his thoughts. A moan that could only be described as pathetic escaped your lips, a wet slap echoing in the room. 

"Figures you'd like your pussy spanked," Foolish mused. 

Punz shuffled behind you. "Wait I want to record," 

You jolted as there was another harsh smack right against your clit. You quivered under Foolish's grasp. With minimal effort, he kept you pinned against the vanity as he continued the smacks against you. Both of them had no issue overpowering you and the thought of that should not be as hot as it was. Your legs trembled beneath them, embarrassingly enough each smack was bringing you closer and closer. You tried to warn them with a choked cry of their names but neither listened. Punz and Foolish were in shock at you cumming. 

"You get that?" Foolish whispered. 

"Yeah," 

"Send that to me," 

Your sensitive walls fluttered around Foolish’s dick as he pushed in. The one hand was hastily wiped on a nearby tissue. 

"That was fucking hot," Punz said tossing his phone to the side. 

Foolish grunted in agreement settling into a harsh pace. His hand still pressed against your back pinning you there, not that he needed to. You were already jelly in his hold. Your body was pliant and gooey to whatever position he wanted; what Foolish wanted right now was for you to see how completely ruined for them you were. 

The pressure on your back lessened suddenly as his hand moved. The endless moans that fell from your lips all but stopped as you squeaked in surprise. Foolish's hand had moved under you to grasp your throat and pull you up. Your arms braced yourself on the desk allowing him to hold you up. 

If you thought you looked wrecked earlier, you were severely mistaken. 

The marks across your chest and throat had darkened significantly, bite marks had now appeared on your skin, you were practically drooling, with eyes so darkened you didn't think you could tell the shade of your own eyes anymore. Punz's camera flashed, capturing this look. Foolish's hand was big across your neck, the way he gripped your throat tightly was something you were going to remember for the next few months. 

Foolish leaned down over you, tilting your head up. His lips pressed against your forehead, mumbling distantly. 

"Feel so fucking good," 

"Made for our cocks," 

"Wanna hear you moan louder for me," 

If your arms weren't trembling beneath you yet, they were not. There was another picture taken by Punz. That was at least 5 now. You wouldn't be surprised if he printed one to put in his wallet or be his home screen. 

You didn't understand the words, if you could even call them that, falling from your mouth. Your begs were high and whiny, not even knowing what you were begging for. 

Foolish chuckled by your ear, a sound that sent goosebumps through your body. "You like my laugh baby? Think it's pretty?" He asked, feeling you clench around him. "I think you're pretty," 

His words weren't getting to just you though. Punz had gone awfully silent, out of the corner of your eye you could barely catch the blonde thumbing over the tip of his cock. A breathy moan left him shakily.

"Pay attention to me," Foolish demanded lowly. 

When you didn't look away from the pretty blonde quick enough, his hand was removed from your throat. 

Instead his bicep slide across your neck pulling you off your arms and against his chest. This angle let him fuck deeper than before. Your nails clawed at his bicep, sobbing in his hold. The lack of air and way he thrust into you created a dizzying sensation that was almost too much. You needed more. Foolish flexed his bicep against you. 

"Anyone home there angel? Looking a little fucked dumb," he teased. 

Even as Punz whimpered from his own fist, your eyes remained trained on Foolish. He kept you pinned there with a simple stare. He, himself, was trying to keep it together. The look you were giving him was sinful. Lust paired with the most head-over-heels-in-love look you could muster. 

"You keep looking at me like that baby and I'm gonna make sure you're fucked stupid on my dick all the time," he mumbled just loud enough for only you. 

You gasped, writhing against him. Foolish grunted feeling you clench around him tightly. "Fuck," he breathed harshly. "Being spoiled today angel," Foolish fucked you slowly through your orgasm, attempting to not cum just yet himself. 

He suddenly let you go from his bicep. "Punz," Foolish waited for the blue-eyed male to look up at him. "Don't cum yet," 

Punz rolled his eyes letting go of his dick. 

"I've got a better idea," 

Standing from the couch he seemed to get what Foolish was saying. 

"They did say they could take both," Punz hummed thoughtfully. 

Slowly Foolish pulled out, turning you to sit on the vanity. 

Punz tilted your chin up. "What'd you say, princess? Think your pretty cunt can still take both?" 

You nodded mutely, smiling up at them. 

Punz shook your head gently making you give a dazed smile. "You're just so cute. Not a single thought behind those eyes," 

Foolish wrapped his arms under your legs lifting you up. You panickedly threw your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself steady. Once again they had no trouble holding you in the air which surprised you greatly. Foolish slid back in first, groaning as he did. He didn't move, instead staying buried deep as Punz began getting you ready. 

"You sure you can take us, pretty baby?" He kissed the back of your shoulder. 

A lubed finger pressed in beside Foolish's dick making the two of you whimper. 

"Wouldn't wanna break you on our first time together," 

A second finger slid in with ease. Your nails dug into Foolish's back, scratching up his back. He hissed softly at your actions, adjusting his grip on you. 

"You're so fucking tight princess," Punz marveled softly, his third finger pushing in gently. He continued opening you on his fingers, Foolish lifting you on his cock slowly to help. Finally, Punz pulled out his fingers, pressing himself against your back.

 "Think you can take me too now?" 

You whined nodding your head.

Foolish stared at your tear-filled eyes, wondering briefly if it was wrong to want to see them fall. He buried his face into your neck as Punz began pushing in next. The three of you moaned together as he bottomed out beside the raven. 

"Fuck there you go, fit both of us so good," Foolish panted. 

He glanced up at your face, part of him wished he hadn't. It took all of his strength to not lose it right then and there. Your back was arched against Punz, the tears he so eagerly awaited to fall were streaking down your cheeks, and your eyes had almost rolled all the way back. 

"Wait a second," Foolish breathed harshly. 

He thought he might cum if either one of you did something. Just the feeling of his dick pressed against Punz's within you almost set him off. It was a feeling he thought he'd never feel; honestly, he wouldn't mind feeling it again. 

Once Foolish had gained a little control back he gave a short nod to Punz. The first thrust from the both of them was hesitant, waiting for any sense of discomfort from you; but there was none. In fact you begged and pleaded for it harder, faster, for them to fuck the soul out of you. Punz's teeth latched onto your shoulder, leaving quite the mark of his own. 

"Please," you sobbed, your fingers threading into the Foolish's hair. It was long and unknotted, though not for long. 

"I know baby, we know," Foolish cooed. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head," Punz added. "We'll fill you up real good," 

Maybe it was the two dicks fucking into you or maybe it was the promise of being stuffed with their cum; but it was just enough to send you into a fit of pleasure. You quivered violently in their arms, liquid splashing against their thighs. 

"Oh- fuck," Foolish grunted. 

The moan that left his lips when you accidentally tugged his hair had you clenching harsher. 

Punz whined behind you as you tightened, also having squirted on their dicks. You went all but limp in their hold. 

They followed quickly behind filling you as promised, but they didn't stop. Foolish and Punz continued rutting into you, fueled by desperation and need. They were addicted. Foolish's arm shook beneath you, signaling his dwindling strength. 

"Couch?" Punz asked.

"Mmh," Foolish agreed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

They slipped out, letting you down gently, and setting you on the couch. 

"Keep those pretty thighs open" Punz grunted, hand on his cock. 

Apparently, they still had the energy for one more. Luckily you only had to leave your trembling legs open for a few moments as both Foolish and Punz finished once more. This time their cum spurted onto you, covering the insides of your thighs and core. 

Foolish leaned down kissing your knee before moving to rub untainted parts of your thighs. "Did so good," he smiled gently. He opened your legs admiring as a mix of their cum slowly began dripping from your hole. "That's hot," 

One more picture was snapped before Punz leaned over with water for you. 

"Careful," 

They were delicate with their hands, cleaning and putting you back together before the show started. Punz had run out to grab one of his hoodie he had left elsewhere on the set and tugged it over your head. Foolish himself was pulling an extra pair of sweatpants he brought with up your legs. 

"You wanna stay in here or come sit out with us?" He asked. 

Watching you tiredly nod was more than enough answer to his question. 

They set you up comfortably, leaving one of their phones to replace your dead one so you could watch them from the dressing room before they straightened each other out. There were many promises of a proper bath with them, and some takeout once you returned home. 

As they left, all three of you made a mental note to rock paper scissors to decide who was going to tell Austin that the dressing room will need to be thoroughly sanitized later. 

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[rat-rosemary]

I want to write a fic about Dream moving into a frat mid college for some reason and he has the surgery scars he has and every single time a frat bro sees him without a shirt on their reaction is "Dude, cool scars!! ... is it a trans thing?" "Uh... no, they're like, surgery scars" "Cool cool... you're still going with he/him right? Just to check" "yeah"

[catsandgoodbooks]

So. Punz and George. They're both very much defined by their relationships with Dream, probably more than anyone else on the server. It's hard to talk about Punz without bringing up Dream, and it's hard to talk about George without referencing him either. They have lives, of course, but Dream is always at the forefront of their minds. Punz spent a whole year of their life just waiting for Dream's escape; George dreams away the days even after the jailbreak in a fantasy world of his imagination where everything is perfect and he can be with Dream.

But they don't really have a relationship. They don't talk, especially not about Dream, because that would show that they cared, and George is trying to deny that to himself after the dethronement and Punz cannot allow anyone to consider even for a moment that they are on Dream's side or it was all for nothing. So the relationship they do have, weak and distant as it is, is based on bitterness and perceived betrayals and envy.

George doesn't really think about Punz much. If he did, he'd had to think about Dream, and not his Dream, not the Dream that exists only in his dreams now, but the actual, real Dream. The Dream who dethroned him without a second glance. The Dream he abandoned. The Dream locked away in an obsidian prison, rotting away as George sleeps. And George doesn't want to think about Punz. Not when it pulls him out of his dreams and makes him think about Dream.

When he does think about Punz, though, he's not exactly a fan of them. They betrayed Dream; undeniably, inexcusably, they did. They had his trust, and they threw it away for a little extra bit of money. George would never do something like that. Dream left first, after all. Dethroned George first and told him he didn't care what happened to him. Dream never did that to Punz.

And that's important. Dream never turned against Punz; they were the one who chose to betray him. Dream never quite trusted George the same way he did with Punz, and, in the period leading up to the dethronement, he let George in on less and less of his plans, grew closer and closer to his mercenary. George told himself it was because Dream wanted to keep him safe. After the dethronement, he accepted the fact that Dream just didn't care about him anymore, and that it had been a sign of that.

George tells himself that if he had been in the situation as Punz, if Dream trusted him, he would of never done what they did.

Punz...doesn't have a great opinion of George, to tell the truth. They might of pretended to betray Dream, but George (and Sapnap, and everyone who was there and just watched it happen) is the one who actually did. George left. He left and didn't come back, didn't even show up for the arrest/execution (because that's what it really was, an execution, no use dancing around it). He didn't even go visit Dream in Pandora's Vault, even when he had every chance to, even when he didn't have a plan dictating that he absolutely could not do that. Not like Punz did.

Unreliable. Untrustworthy. Uncaring. Those are the nicest words for what George is, at least to Punz. Dream died, twice, and George was nowhere to be found. Just because Dream had been trying to keep him safe. To make sure people didn't try to target George to hurt Dream. And George just left, like that was an option in this game they were all playing, that none of them save Wilbur had chosen to play, like you could just throw up your hands and say "okay, that's it, I'm done" and leave with immunity, taking everything you've done with you. That wasn't how the world worked. And it didn't matter if George understood that or not, because it still hurt Dream, and that was what was important. Because what George did was a betrayal, and because they were already familiar enough with that to know how bitter it tasted. Because Punz had to constantly pretend and reap what they had sown and deal with this betrayal they had committed - not the one they were infamous for but the one in their heart and their brain and the way people looked at them and laughed with them and the way they had agreed to the plan and let Dream die and the sneaking suspicion they had, growing louder every day, that something had gone wrong and that they had to do something about it but that too would be a betrayal - but George didn't, just because he had been there earlier and knew some people longer. Because people trusted him more and he didn't have to prove how reliable he was and how much he hated Dream and all that.

And because George had Dream's love in a way Punz never could. Dream loved too freely, that much was true, but he flinches at every motion Punz that was a little too fast, a little too sudden, and makes sure to call everything a business arrangement, makes sure they're mercenary and client, makes sure to suppress any little trace of attachment that could get either of them hurt. And, even now, even after George has gone and left, Dream still loves George; Punz isn't too blind to reality to miss it. And they had kinder days together, back before everything went wrong; there were no kinder days for Punz, and there never had been.

Despite everything, they're two sides of the same coin: wishing for something that is no longer reachable, no longer possible, because things have changed and because people have changed. Because Dream has changed, partially due to the decisions they made, and there isn't anything they can do to go back to how it was. Not truly.

And neither of them really care about anything or anyone else. They're not here to fight for ideals or morals, they just want to keep the people they love safe and away from the people who would want to hurt them. They are willing to kill for it, but, because of who Dream is, and because that would put them in danger, they can't. They're not allowed to, explicitly in Punz's case, implicitly by Dream pushing George away. Because Dream wants to keep the people he cares about safe, and that can't happen if it looks like he cares about them or vice versa.

(It's only okay if Dream's the one getting hurt, after all)

[andtheuniversesaidyouareloved]

Not gonna lie, this very public friendship breakdown is giving me flashbacks of how the friend group I was in in college dissolved. This really speaks of people who never experienced these things younger suddenly going through all the levels of high school pettiness at once. Yes, some of these guys made massive screw ups or betrayed each other (according to certain people). Yes, things should have ended earlier. Yes, there is a power dynamic at play in a lot of this we weren’t aware of. And frankly… WE DID NOT NEED TO KNOW.

This should have been done in a group setting, closed doors, and then people coming away deciding quietly not to work together anymore. I’m disappointed in pretty all of them at this point, but that’s par for the course for a lot of these younger Minecraft creators. (The only reason I see the younger hermits being okay is they have proper mentors, not each other to bounce off of). I wouldn’t be surprised if the Brighton group goes through something similar in a few years.

I really miss the days of Jack, Mark, and Pewds. Where if someone stopped working with someone else for personal reasons, it was treated as if it was a business relationship dissolving. Nothing more. Things were handled privately, without the fans needing to be involved.

I really hope Bad and Sam are doing okay. I hope Sapnap is doing okay. I could see Punz splitting from the entire group with Hannah and Sylvee. Bad has known these guys since they were young teens. Sam I’m not sure. I know him and Punz are much closer (unless, horrifically, Sam is Friend B). But I hope everyone is doing okay regardless.

I give it a good year before things smooth over. Before people realize the way they acted was inappropriate and maybe apologize for what they did and how they handled things.

For now, guys, take care of yourselves. Go watch some other people (the Hermits are great and so is InTheLittleWood and the Empires gang), don’t feel guilt about enjoying these creators (you didn’t know, no one did publicly), and don’t be ashamed of still wanting to enjoy the DSMP. The characters are based on how the creators acted on the server, not in real life. They belong to the fandom as a whole. Go enjoy some fanart and fanfics.

—You are loved

[box-architecture]

I was rereading some of your stuff on Ao3, and went “huh. I know Sapnap kidnaps Dream out of a misguided idea of what’s happening at one point, but how does that all go? How did Dream react? What was Sapnap like?”

So now I’m asking you. At 12:20 am. I have class in 7.5 hours!

Okay so we're going to ignore how long this has been sitting in my drafts, half answered. Okay? Okay. Awesome

-

So at some point during the Discovery Of Many Kinks (because when you're having a weird poly relationship with your former Warden, you're going to try a bunch of different things. For Science) awesamdrunz attempt to do a sex tape. It gets left around and found within like three days. By Sapnap.

So of course because of burning curiosity he has to watch the mysterious tape to see whats on it.

Then the only reason he kept watching was shock and also trying to figure out who the hell the third person was, why they looked familiar but also what the hell happened to them. Fun ways to find out your former best friend wasn't lying when he said he was horrifically tortured by your kind-of finance: finding his sex tape.

And listen, originally it was a fun crack idea to have him see this relationship nonsense where awesamdrunz was basically fucking in sex dungeons (made by Sam) after kidnappings, and decided that this was actually a really good template to fix his own relationship. He ends up trapping Quackity and Karl in what might be a previously unused sex dungeon!

(Resounding success: both of his boyfriends did not murder each other (due to bars in between them) and even spoke to each other in order to escape. This is the most progress he's had in months.)

But then! Alternate Idea! Sapnap sees the sex tape and (honestly not unfairly given his prior knowledge) believes Punz & Sam are at minimum, pressuring Dream into this relationship, and somehow this is a worse crime than murder. No wonder Dream couldn't stay in the prison! (Which. Not inaccurate.) So Sapnap sets about needing to find and protect Dream.

Sapnap finds Dream, and tries to convince him that he'll protect him. Dream is confused about what Sapnap saw, and has a tough time refuting anything. He also does really miss his friend. So he,,, doesn't really fight when Sapnap takes him to a secondary location.

-

"The windows are nice. Not as defensible, but you'll know if the enemy approaches." Dream commented, staring at the cloud-covered sea.

Sapnap laughed nervously, pulling open kitchen cupboards. "Yeah, I don't know. There shouldn't be any way for someone to find us out here though; its not like I told anyone where we were going."

Dream pursed his lips, but said nothing, eyes following the way the waves crashed against the shitty boardwalk Sapnap cobbled together half asleep. He figured Dream wouldn't want to be cooped up in the cottage all the time, not after… everything, so they could go sit out on the beach and fish, maybe, or go look for seashells. They hadn't built a sandcastle since they were kids, either, so it would definitely be something fun to try. Just like old times.

The wheat was crumbling in his hands, so Sapnap quickly tossed it on the counter.

"Are you hungry?" He called out, trying for a bit more cheer. Dream's gaze pulled to his, and Sapnap began pulling more ingredients out on the granite. "I know I'm not usually the person who cooks, but I've been getting into it lately! I made rabbit stew for Karl the other day, and he didn't even make a face when he was chewing."

He didn't really think about the potatoes as he dumped them into the sink, but he did notice the way Dream flinched, drawing in on himself and towards the doorway.

"Dream?"

"Just…" Dream looked back out into the sea. His fingers, what remained of them, dug into the fabric of his pants. "Nothing with potatoes. Please."

Sapnap felt his anxiety roll like the tide.

"Yeah, dude, that's cool. Doesn't sound appealing right now anyway." He said uncertainly. Dream's shoulders relaxed marginally, but Sapnap still felt off. "Anything you're in the mood for, though? Beet soup? Cheese sandwich?"

"Whatever you cook is fine." Dream reassured him. A brittle, but teasing edge appeared in his smile. "Unless you somehow got worse at baking bread."

He had, but god forbid would he ever admit to that. He grinned, and sat up on the counter. "Oh, like you're so good at it. I tried your stupid 'Everything' bread, and it tasted like ash."

"You turned off the timer and it burned."

"Well maybe next time don't leave random timers on the oven and expect anyone to know what they're for."

"Maybe next time you should assume its there for a reason and not touch it." Dream said in exasperation. Sapnap stuck his tongue out, and Dream threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen. He was so dramatic, Sapnap thought fondly.

-

Its a lot of Sapnap attempting to reestablish their previous connection and realizing how much Dream has changed, and staring at the scars when he thinks Dream isn't looking. He gets Super Protective and promises he wont let anything else happen to him. Dream is instinctively upset (why now, why does it matter now, why do you care, I am Perfectly Fine) but its one of his People and he is So Tired.

Sapnap is sorta kinda keeping Dream with him. It's not exactly against Dream's will, but it's also like, if Dream could walk out the door and come back later without Sapnap freaking out he'd rather do that. But Sapnap is freaking out, and seems to believe that there is a credible threat against Dream if he leaves. Given Sapnap's previous relationship with Quackity, Dream is willing to believe he might know something and that alone makes him anxious enough that he wants to stay.

Sapnap gets more horrified the longer he's with Dream (Dream flinches under his touches, his fingers are gone, Dream makes a snide comment about Quackity when Sapnap asks about the scars,) and this only convinces him more that clearly he needs to be protecting Dream. Sapnap expresses a lot of fury towards Sam, and Dream doesn't have any good arguments against it. There's a lot of stuff that he just sorta, decided to ignore, and now that coming back up is messing with him.

They get into a brief yelling match when Dream gets tired of what he presumes is pity and fake behavior, and it ends with Sapnap holding Dream to keep him from leaving or collapsing.

(The irony(?) of Dream comforting Sapnap for most of his life only for them to switch places in this moment is not lost on him.)

He gets to snuggle with him under the covers and gets a kiss on the chin (Dream is half asleep, and thinking about how much he missed him.)

Meanwhile, Punz is going to Murder Sapnap.

Punz has no context for why Sapnap took Dream so he is assuming Sapnap is going to attempt to imprison Dream again (after failing to kill him) and while he is 100 percent confident in Dreams abilities he also is aware that Sapnap is one of Dreams People and therefore capable of hurting Dream emotionally. Hurting Dream is Not Allowed.

Sam is having a panic attack because Dream isn't within sight line and isn't with Punz and therefore everything is Wrong and Bad in his world.

When you finally get a confrontation between Sam and Sapnap (because at this point, they don't know that Sapnap knows about Punz, so Sam is going in first), Sapnap responds viciously, tearing into Sam both for the scars on Dream's body, but also stating he knew they were fucking, and there's no way that's even remotely acceptable given the position of power Sam had (he's not wrong. this is a true statement of fact for everything that occurred prior to the prison break. it's just that things got weird after that). Sam has no good rebuttal, and faced with violence from Sap, has to flee. He's left shaken from everything.

Dream: listen he may have enabled my torture and abuse, and starved and isolated me, and accepted sexual favors from me while being in a position of power over me But he's also a very sad wet cat of a man, and I'm a control freak

Punz tries to talk with Sapnap on slightly less,,, angry grounds? On his part. Knowing about the interaction with Sam, he feels better about the fact Dream is probably safe and Sapnap probably has good reason for what he's doing.

To be clear though, Sapnap is furious with Punz. Right out of the gate he reveals he knows Punz was involved. At first, he's assuming that Punz was paid off to help Sam, but Punz decides "fuck it" and reveals at least part of things. He explains he was working with Dream after the prison break, that he felt bad for betraying him, and that they had a relationship. Dream wanted to involve Sam post-prison, Punz was against it, but wanted Dream to be safe.

Sapnap: you're forcing him to do this! Punz: I DON'T EVEN WANT HIM TO BE DOING THIS Sam: >:(

Sapnap needs to take some time to processes that, but he then presses to clarify; Dream and Sam had a relationship while Dream was in prison? Yes.

Sam had a hand in the torture and Dream's condition? Also yes.

After he broke out, despite all of this, Dream still felt like he wanted to return to Sam? Yes.

Sapnap: And you LET him?!

Punz doesn't have a good answer for that, other than Dream is his own person, and Punz can't stop him from doing what he wants with his life. To which Sapnap responds, yes you can motherfucker

It's a very fundamentally rift in their two perspectives. Punz, particularly post-prison, couldn't morally justify restricting Dream or telling him how to life his life or cope. Sapnap, thinks that Dream was not in a position to make a choice like that.

Punz doesn't have a good answer for that, it's the exact thing he's been feeling guilty over. So he ends up leaving, Not for forever. Just to think.

Meanwhile, Dream overheard everything. He now understands what Sapnap is seeing as the "real issue" (or at least, the current threat at hand), and he knows that he's going to make his own choice here.

Dream: I understand that my decisions are problematic but have you ever considered that I've made my choices and will continue to make them, even if you don't agree Sapnap: NO

Dream tells Sapnap gently that he's leaving now. He wants to go back. Sapnap doesn't want him to, he makes fair arguments about how much Dream could be hurt here. Dream understands, but he's also an adult, and he's decided what he wants. He's forgiven his stupid creeper hybrid boyfriend. It might not make sense to, but he has. It's his choice in the end.

Sapnap doesn't like it, there's a long people where he's just holding Dream and in tears. He's apologized a lot. For leaving Dream there. He says it again for good measure. Dream gives him a soft kiss on the forehead and he doesn't say it's okay, but he does say that he loves him. That it will be okay.

Dream has to go now, but he promises to come back, they set a time and they get to just spend time together. Talking about things one at a time.

(Sapnap and Dream see each other a lot now, as he slowly enters Dream's life again. Occupying his space and checking up on him and fretting. They get more kisses, more cuddles in bed. Once a week they come back to their little cottage and grow something that isn't what they used to have, but its still good, and its full of love.)

Later, Dream will be reassuring Punz that he made the best choices he could make, sighing and pulling Sam out of his prison depression hole. Kidnapping once again proves to be a great way to solve problems.

[bleue-flora]

What's often interesting to me, is Dream spells it out in the finale and people often still don't get it, so I thought it'd be interesting to see what he was actually referencing here. To see where it all started.

[24:27] Tommy: “That first war, me and Tubbo versus you–how it should have ended–why’d you take it?” Dream: “Tommy, you ambushed me and killed me. You stole all my shit! You tried ambushing me in a little cave–you don’t remember that? I feel like you just–your memory is just–gone.”

So here is the ambush Dream is talking about, where Sapnap and Tommy basically decide to just kill Dream and then kept all of his shit. [Death 1]

He gets killed again when he tries to take back his stuff. [Death 2]

Tommy kills him for fun right after he respawns with nothing. [Death 3]

Then after Dream gets his stuff back (via our boy Punz) and he takes the discs to get Tommy to stop, he gives Tommy back his items. But unsatisfied, Tommy goes after Dream, gets one of his discs back and hides it in the little cave. Dream tries to find it, while Sapnap and Tommy try to stop him. They are unsuccessful until, Tubbo brings them axes and they sneak up and corner Dream in the little cave, ambushing and killing him. Once again, taking all of his shit, (including, yes, the other disc.) [Death 4]

[27:58] Tommy: “Think about that, we could’ve been friends but no because you have to figure out the reason you have to get–”  Dream: “Yeah we could’ve but you–you ruined the chance of that long ago. It was you.” Tommy: “I ruined it?” Dream: “You ruined it!”

And I don’t think it’s unfair for Dream to say that in the finale, because for Dream it’s this stream early on, these moments that started it all. It’s these instances of Dream getting murdered and robbed and made fun of over and over. Him, trying to not just make peace for everyone, but also reclaim respect and peace for himself. It’s Tommy chasing after Dream when he has nothing to kill him and rub it in his face. It’s Dream, even after all of that, giving back their items. It’s these instances of violence taken too far to the point they clearly pissed Dream off and didn’t care or follow his very simple request of just giving an apology and his belongings back that shape my distaste for Tommy and sympathy for Dream. It’s these moments that I feel like are gone from Tommy’s and our memory that highlight a different story.

[28:34] Dream: “Yeah, we could have been friends if you weren’t a little shit.”