*enderman noises*

The Dream SMP- what a place.

From your home's position atop one of the world's many hills you could observe the grand expanse of land, of which you had the perfect view of. With tired eyes you surveyed the sight before you as you leant your whole body weight against the window pane, body heavy from exhaustion. Nonetheless, pride and hope sparked within you at the view laid out before said 'tired eyes', endless blue skies accompanied by swathes of green earth, only interspersed by the clusters of colourful buildings full of individual character. Each direction you looked brought your mind racing back to memories, good and bad, reminding you of how friendships and rivalries had been forged, wars been fought and laughter been had. Yet, despite it all, there appeared to be peace when you looked out from this window. Nothing but nostalgia.

Then your eyes locked onto it.

You tried to avoid looking in that direction, you really did. However, in a single glance, a dizzyingly, heart-wrenching wave of grief, of which you had convinced yourself you had purged long ago, so effortlessly overcame you.

The Prison.

Without a second thought you sharply turned your whole body away from the window, instead opting to walk absentmindedly towards a crafting table before leaning against it, your body's entire weight supported by weak forearms as you swallowed back the tears you sought to suppress. It had been so long, at least a month- if not longer- and yet still could not look at that building. Guilt and grief possessed you in a way that stole your breath to the point where you were simply breathing out shaky gasps of unadulterated, emotional pain.

It hurt.

You can't think about it.

Stop thinking about it.

He's gone, it's too late.

Stop.

Make it stop.

Tommy's gone.

Despite months of diligent and tireless distractions, efforts and attempts to vanquish the traces of guilt and pain that you felt, tears nonetheless now streamed freely down your cheeks. Tommy, your closest friend, someone you assisted from day one, always by his side as a source of almost parental comfort, was dead. Murdered. Gone. And it still hurt to look at that hellish place they call pandora's vault as much as it did on the day Tubbo and Ranboo revealed the news to you.

Your immediate reaction was one of guilt. After all, you had been there for him all this time. Although it would never be within your grief-ridden grasp to fully come to terms with this (the mere comprehension and thought far too painful), the fact that if you had joined Tommy in confronting Dream just this once, the boy would not have died, remains ever-pertinent. You could have saved him, yet he remains dead and gone. The mere thought of the terrorised look on his face and the fear he must have felt within that obsidian box Sam labelled a prison cell sent you hurtling into a choked out cry, repeated again and again as your deep-seated grief and pain caused you rest on the verge of weeping, fingertips clenching around the edges of the crafting bench you grasped, consciously swallowing back tears.

However, then came the anger. On that day alone, your rage had brewed far beyond any distinguishable boiling point, to the point where various members of the SMP were dragging you back from the prison and Sam, your limbs kicking wildly and voice hurtling furious words at the heartless warden and his prisoner as you cried, pain mixing with internal fury. Even now, in the present moment, you one again found yourself transitioning, as had become a repetitive process in much of your daily life despite attempts to hinder it, from sickening pain to maddening rage. He was just a young boy, and yet Tommy's life was taken with such little regard by the masked villain, Dream, his pleas for help neglected altogether by the oh-so-righteous warden, Sam.

How you wanted to torture them both.

Even where the whispering voice of calm rationality within your mind sought to remind you that the past cannot be undone with bloodshed, you soon enough found yourself grasping your nearby netherite axe, swinging it into the air harshly as you cried, visualising the signature smile of Dream's damned mask in your mind's eye, however lodging it into the wooden walls of your home by accident, causing guilt and suppressed pain to replace your rage all over again as you now slumped against the nearby wall, purple metal now at level with your head. Your fingertips rooted themselves in your hair at the base of your scalp, tugging as though it would somehow retain your sanity, face twisted with the effort of withholding tears and head spinning once again with every thought you had tried so hard to empty it of.

However, throughout this ordeal, the sound of your pained breathing, cries and unhinged, enraged actions completely blocked your senses, your mind not noticing the sound of your door opening. Nor the sound of cautious footsteps entering your home. Nor the curious eyes that bore into your distraught state. It was only when he spoke did you look up from the ground beneath your feet, eyes wide and heart racing with shock.

"Y/N? Are you okay? I mean- look, everyone's treating me weird and-"

"Tommy?"

Immediately your hands and arms scrambled to push yourself from the wall you were slumped against, eyes wide and blurry with tears, all but just about making out an erratic figure before you. Their lips moved at light-speed pace, a stream of consciousness and stress filling your ears as the boy, blond hair and red t-shirt so distinct you could hardly believe them to be real and tangible in front of you.

It was him.

Tommy was back.

"-and then- a-and then he hit me. And he wouldn't stop! He's- He's fucking sick! I said he was crazy- Y/N, he's delusional! He-he said h-he was gonna bring Wilbur back! What the fu-"

With a startled gasp Tommy's voice was silenced as you all but charged at him, pulling him into the most intense hug your exhausted body could muster. Although your mind was alive with questions, rage and confusion, all combining in your mind to scramble it far further than it had ever been in the collective months of grief you had endured, in the end all you could truly focus on was the feeling of Tommy's shirt as you gripped onto the fabric, balling it up slightly in your hands and essentially caging him into your embrace. For a moment you still thought yourself a delusional fool, contemplating if you were experiencing hallucinations, but your senses were so potently alive as you held the friend you had treated as akin to your own child in your arms. You could smell him, feel his form shakily exhale as you held him in a breathtaking hug, see his striking, blond hair in your peripheral vision. He was here. He was back. He was safe now in your arms.

"Y/N? I-" Tommy quietly questioned, ultimately cut off once more.

"Shhh, I-I... I've got you. I'm so so sorry... I'll never let you go again," you cut in, tears falling down the raw skin of your tear-stung cheeks once again.

Yet you smiled wide.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Oh no.

Those were the only words that ran through your mind as you entered a sort of fight-or-flight mode, frozen in place on the large bed, the sheets of which you were currently gripping ardently, entangled in desperate, coiling arches alike a snake would when mating- so vulnerable and weak. Your breathing hitched and pulse raced up to a rapid pace, so much so that you felt it in your fingertips, of which you had hurriedly removed from your oh-so-obviously dripping wet core.

They were home; you'd been caught. Caught breaking a rule, no less.

"Well, are you gonna answer me, slut? Or are you too pathetic to even manage to speak?" Dream's voice hissed out as he, alongside Sapnap and George, strode into the room, standing at the foot of your bed and towering above your naked form in such a manner and with such an expression that it was nothing short of menacing.

Where you tried to respond with a weak apology, your lips simply parted with a whimper instead, eyes darting across the room, unable to meet those of the three men. In an effort to negate this, Sapnap waltzed over to the side of your bed in an effort to get closer to your form, your body trembling with anticipation and nerves as he gripped your jaw harshly to point your eyesight back towards the two remaining males at the foot of your bed, a smirk present on each of their lips.

"C'mon, answer us. You already broke a rule, don't want things to get worse for you now, do we?" Sapnap breathed by your ear, leaning down to your face as he squatted by your bedside, grasping your wrists in his other, free hand to maneuver them away from where they were struggling to hide your body and gain some modesty. Your whole body shivered at the feeling of his breath by your neck.

"Couldn't even wait half an hour for us to get back from the store, could you? Had to touch yourself like a slut even when you know you're not supposed to, hmm?" chided George, his tone teasing and low in a rather successful effort to make you squirm against Sapnap's hold.

Suddenly all touch from your body was gone as Sapnap stood tall once more, making his way over to the two other males, all of them sharing a specific expression, of which seemed to contain a concoction of emotions, from smugness to hunger to cunning. As much as part of you wanted to shrink and hide away from their gaze and scrutiny, you found yourself hungering ever-more for them as they slyly whispered what you could only assume were plans of punishment to each other and traded looks of desire and unspoken agreements, still awaiting your response to all of their aforementioned questions and teasing. Mustering up just enough courage, you let your quivering lips fall open, apologising in an airy voice,

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I-I just wanted all of you to touch me a-and fuck me, please! I'm sorry!"

At first, however, the only verbal response you received was a slight tsk from Sapnap and a huff of satisfaction disguised as distaste from George. Nonetheless, Dream soon followed suit, unable to hold back from teasing and pushing you further as you squirmed slightly under their gaze, as though you were trapped beneath the weight and gravity of your actions and their attention.

"Hmm, I don't know. You broke such an easy rule, Y/N. If you can't even be good and patient for us, then do you even deserve our cocks?" Dream teased, the blonde male chuckling when you whined in response.

From the corner of your eye, you could see George move towards the bedside table, pulling open a drawer with ease, all the while Dream continued, his tone much more stern and demanding than his prior teasing,

"Get on your hands and knees for us, slut. Rule-breakers deserve punishment"

A large proportion of your mind, despite the gravity of your current predicament, was half-tempted to whine and beg and kick up a fuss in an effort to gain sympathy (after all, all you desired were their big hard cocks inside you, and you wanted it now), however, upon meeting Dream's impatient gaze once more, your entire body tensed in instinctual, reactionary fear. Perhaps it was best not to push their buttons further you reluctantly decided as you shuffled weakly across the bed to bend over on your hands and knees, back arched as best you could so that your ass and pussy was on full display to Dream, Sapnap and George, of whom had moved back to stand with the duo, all 3 now holding objects you could not quite make out from your positioning. The prospect was daunting, at best; usually, that bedside table and its contents only meant vibrator-induced orgasmic torture for the next 3 hours at least. Thus, when a rough hand, of which you recognised quickly belonged to Dream, met your ass with a harsh slap, your whole body jolted with a whimper of shock and delicious pain. In an effort to view the scene unfolding behind you, your neck craned around to glimpse at Dream, fisting his hard-on with one hand and caressing your ass with the other, as well as at both Sapnap and George, of whom were equally tugging rather desperately at their own cocks as they shuffled towards either side of the bed by your head, the bed dipping ever so slightly where the toys were placed down nearby each of the tall males. That was, until your neck was rather unceremoniously grasped at, your head soon shoved into the pillow below it, a husky voice you recognised to be Sapnap's grunting with the effort of forcing your head downwards as his fingertips teasingly squeezed at your throat causing your head to spin.

"Did we say you could look? You're so useless, breaking rules, trying to see what toys we have," the stubble-clad male groaned out as he viewed your already-disheveled form.

All you could manage in response was a wheeze shortly followed by a sharp moan as another smack was firmly planted onto your ass by thinner fingers, of which belonged to George, made evident by his resounding, satisfied groan. Repeating the action, your entire body writhed under the pain, only made more pleasurable but prominent due to Sapnap's hold on your neck and George's groaned out words as he grunted out quips of his own,

"Look at you- dripping wet and moaning and we've barely even touched you. Such a naughty slut."

Sure enough, within a few more torturously harsh spanks, your ass was sore and red and your slick was dripping down your thighs in an embarrassing flood of arousal and fluid, George and Dream's hands imprinted onto you whilst Sapnap's harsh grip at your neck was sure to bruise the tender skin there, all of which caused your body to respond in jolts of shock followed by muffled pleas and whines. However, soon you felt all touch retreat, your neck now free to inhale fully, lungs and heartbeat working overtime from your adrenaline, body twitching at the loss of contact and caresses. Nevertheless, touch soon returned as quickly as it had retreated as both George and Sapnap shuffled closer towards you and Dream instead knelt one knee on the foot of the bed, his head dipping down towards your thighs as he licked a large, flattened-out tongue along your thighs where your juices has slipped down. A long stripe across your entire pussy had you jerking your head up from its place on the pillow in shock and pleasure as Dream mumbled something about how good you tasted, irrespective of your status as an impatient whore. The whole ordeal made your head spin and heart soar with desire and anticipation.

Nonetheless, once again, all touch to your body changed completely as Dream's head retreated from in between your legs, a slight yet desperate whine falling from your lips at the loss of attention as your eyes rise from the bed to shoot pleading looks towards both Sapnap and Goerge, of whom were on either side of you, stroking their cocks and groaning. From your lower positioning, the two males almost appeared as god-like, towering figures with red-faced expressions, face contorted in pleasure and cocks flushed and and the tips an angry red, seemingly desperate for your touch. However, as you contemplated reaching up to grab both in your hands, your body was soon tugged harshly backwards towards Dream somewhat, his strong hands gripping at your waist, seemingly trying to steady you as a blunt pressure pushed at your pussy. The, suddenly, a wide and unfamiliar shape pushed straight inside your pussy, its form distinctly wide and material slightly cold. Instantaneously, your mind could recognise what was happening- and the whole scenario made you not only moan out in intense and unexpected pleasure but also whine in pathetic frustration and pure desperation.

Dream was going to fuck you with a fleshlight.

With a hoarse and strained voice, pleasure evidently overwhelming and thus overriding the capacity to speak clearly, Dream hissed and grunted out at your whimpering and frustrated form as he bottomed out into the toy,

"F-fuck, this thing feels great. It could've- fuck- been you, but you were t-too impatient. Don't deserve our cocks- n-not even to touch them."

Immediately, the green-eyed male set a fast pace, his hips ramming into the toy inside your pussy, every thrust inadvertently fucking you with the fleshlight itself whilst Dream simply used you as a vessel of warmth and stability, the fleshlight the main generation of his pleasure as he simply gripped onto your hips with such unadulterated force, your body a mere anchor to drive his cock further into the toy with. Yet, between the fast pace of Dream's hungry and selfish thrusting, combined with the sheer girth and length of the toy inside your wet insides, pleasure quickly began to brew in you, your back arching and mouth hanging open in an 'o' shape as moans flew from your voice, airy and desperate. Just as your arms prepared to give in and allow your body to be fully used, the need to slump into the mattress fully once more overwhelmingly strong, you suddenly felt a strong hand grip your jaw, lithe fingers squashing your face in such a way it was so obviously objectifying and borderline disrespectful whilst equally making you tighten around the toy lodged inside your pussy. You felt like a toy, made to be used. And you loved it.

"C'mon, d-don't forget about us, dumb whore,"

George groaned out, words bold and harsh and tone darker than usual, ultimately causing you to tremble beneath the three men.

Looking up towards George to your left and Sapnap to your right, your half-lidded and teary eyes witnessed a delicious sight; from your position, head held up by George’s fingers as he lightly gripped your jaw, you could see both George and Sapnap fucking into their own fleshlights, Sapnap's head thrown back slightly and jaw clenched in what could only be assumed to be restraint whilst George gazed down at you with stern eyes. Despite such a wonderfully sinful show, George slowed his pace on his cock, signalling for your weak arms to reach up and pleasure both him and Sapnap. Meekly, you reach up both of your arms towards the fleshlights of the two males in front of you, supported by Dream behind you who, in order to ensure you stay upright and therefore ensuring he can still fuck into the toy inside you, now gripped at your hair, stabilising you to his chest as he fucked the toy deeper into you. Your entire body shook weakly, the pressure and tight pull of your hair from your skull creating such a wonderful pain, of which heightened the waves of euphoria rippling through you with each of Dream's thrusts and groans behind you, his hot breath now by your ear as he watched you move to touch George and Sapnap. Your hands gripped onto both fleshlights either side of you, the rocking of your hips already aiding movement on the two males' dicks and thus causing both Sapnap and George to groan out your name in pleasure. However, as much as you desired to please both of them with the toys, you equally wanted to simply touch their dicks more than anything in the universe- you merely wanted to touch them.

Tugging both your arms towards yourself with delierately harsh movement, you attempted to pull the fleshlights off the two dicks in front of you, mind and body ultimately desperate to finally get an oppurtunity to please both George and Sapnap directly. However, immediately your desperate plans were dashed as Dream witnessed your movements in spite of the thrown back heads and averted gazes of the other two men, thrusting into the toy inside you with a particularly pronounced and forceful movement of his hips, of which thrust your whole body forwards more so than before and thus hindering your retraction of the fleshlights around the two cocks in front of you, all in spite of Dream's firm hold on your hair and hips.

"D-don't you even dare- fuck- to try a-and touch th-them. You're just- shit- a naughty slut, d-don't deserve to touch u-us," Dream hissed into your ear, hand pulling harshly onto your hair in a makeshift ponytail, a clear warning that if you disobeyed once more there would be far more severe consequences.

In an effort to continually, from this point, curb your disobedience and pathetic desperation for touch, Dream mercilessly pounded into the toy still lodged inside your tight, wet hole, each thrust so forceful, carnal and mind-blurringly euphoric your body was forced to simply jerk both Sapnap and George off with the fleshlight toys, your thighs shaking and body rocking forwards with such movements. The green-eyed male's thrusts were so forceful and deep not only could you feel the toy pushing against your cervix in such a delicious chase of pleasure, but you were also repeatedly thrust further forwards towards Sapnap and George, of whom were now rocking their hips forward into your hands and fleshlights you held in an equally animalistic rhythm as that of Dream's. In such a moment, you felt so helpless, as though you were merely a toy to be used; a vessel for others' pleasure. The thought had your mind whirring, eyes rolling back and pussy tightening. The thought had you rapidly approaching your pleasure's climax. Equally, as the pace of all three men seemed to grow increasingly untamed and uneven and their voices rose in volume, it became evident they were nearing their end too. George's face glowed with a slight sheen of sweat, of which made his hair stick to his forehead as his eyes hung low, drawn to the way in which his cock slid so smoothly into and out of the toy you pleasured him with. Similarly, Sapnap's lips hung open as a stream of curses fell from his lips, face red and sweaty and head flung back towards the ceiling, his imminent peak almost too much for him. The pace of Dream's heavy breathing by your neck, coupled with the ever-uneven pace of his hips and the loud grunting of pleasure that resounded by your ear every time you whimpered as a result of him pulling your hair or thrusting into you were all telltale signs of his oncoming orgasm. All four of you felt so close to the precipice of release.

"I- aghn- can't hold back- g-gonna-!" George suddenly groaned out, voice hoarse and higher in pitch as his orgasm crashed over him, appearing to almost catch him off guard.

His hips stuttered into the toy in your hand, head thrown back and adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he moaned. The sight alone had your thighs trembling and pussy clenching around the metallic toy's surface inside you. You were so close. You wanted to cum. Then, suddenly Sapnap's voice whimpered, causing your mind and eyesight to glance over to his direction, watching as he bit his lip, hips bucking wildly and jaw clearly clenching as he spilled into the toy in your other hand, groaning out your name in a low growl, the lick of a texan accent dancing around the word in such a sinfully delicious tone. Your release was growing so close now you could almost taste it, such scenes only serving to aid this as your arms' power gave out, now hanging by your side as Dream appeared to pound into you even harder. As much as the deep crevices of your mind wished to view the panting forms of George and Sapnap in their post-orgasmic haze, the further and faster the toy inside of you shifted, the less your mind could fully focus, a white-hot heat taking hold of your thoughts as the coil inside of you neared snapping, whines emerging from your throat freely. Just a bit more, your conscience begged. Just a bit harder. A bit longer. A bit further.

"Argh, fuck! Y/N- I- fuck!" Dream grunted out loudly in your ear, a particularly harsh pull on your hair causing you to whimper airily and close your eyes tight shut as Dream released into the synthetic toy inside your pussy's fluttering walls, hips stuttering to an unsteady halt as his breath panted out by your ear. Then his hips fully halted.

You had been so close.

As your body gradually fell from Dream's grasp, body hastily landing on your forearms and knees as he dropped you to the bed and removed himself and the toy from your desperately sensitive hole, your body begged silently for more, trembling and twitching from a inadvertent orgasm denial. Despite the pleasure of witnessing and feeling all three men cum, your body had been completely ignored.

And you just couldn't take it.

"Please, please just touch me- I'll do anything Sapnap, please- Dream- George- I was so close!" your voice brokenly chokes out in a series of desperate moans and pleadings, thighs trembling and eyes tearing up moreso than during that entire ordeal, merely due to frustration.