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fic bot for @dnfsinner 's fics !! tweets will be tagged appropriately

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This is a quote bot for all the fics by @dnfsinner

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millie’s ao3: https://t.co/A84ojcnHkU

please keep in mind that most of these will be nsfw :)

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Dream is ambivalent about tilting the molded iron but does it anyway. And when hot, white liquid drips onto alabaster skin, just above the king’s belly button, the reaction is instantaneous.

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He tenderly leaves small kisses to the expanse, George humming in response before Sapnap pulls the skin between his teeth and sucks a rush of blood to the surface painted bubblegum pink.

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George trashes his legs on the bed the moment Dream brushes the tip of his fingers over his prostate, toes curling as jolts of pleasure wrack through his body.

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The smack of his palm rings out against the walls of the Church, though a masochistic moan drowns it out.

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Secret feelings that haphazardly rut their way between every fuego they’ve gone through—so no, it’s not just the piercing, but that’s definitely an extended plus.

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It felt almost wrong to be on his knees for Dream so soon. But it was supposed to be like this all along, practically written in the fucking stars for them to be in this situation within days of being finally in the proximity of each other.

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He almost purrs, knowing Dream is allowing him to be obsessed with the body jewelry.

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Dream can smell the sweet scent of George; vanilla and pinewood. It laces his brain with toxins, alarms blaring in his head from the proximity of the other.

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Big hands dip underneath the loose fabric of George’s t-shirt, ghosts up the sides of his ribcage, and the arousal that coats over his mind makes George believe he’s more sensitive than usual—but maybe it’s because Dream is the one touching him like this.

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“Yes,” he answers pitifully, “I’m your slut, Dream. I’m your slut.”

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George’s back arches with a beautiful curve, hands fisting at the sheets as he throws his head back, a strangled moan slipping past his lips.

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Dream runs himself over the back of George’s closed thighs with shy movements, spreading slick over paper-based skin—it would have to do for the lack of lube—before pushing in.

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George looks horrible. Purple hickey’s barely peeking up from the collar of his shirt, his eyes are tired, hair messy and all over the place, and it only makes Dream feel worse.

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He tightens his lips around George’s cock, hollows his cheeks, and slowly, slowly pulled up, teeth barely grazing the skin. It was like he wanted George to feel how his lips drag up every inch of him, wanted George to be a wreck from just his mouth alone.

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A soft whimper pleats from George’s lips, his hips unconsciously rolling into the mattress of his bed. The noise leaves Dream in a blitzed daze, his eyes trailing the motion, almost waiting for George to do it again—almost wants him to.

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Every moan that shakes in Dream’s head uncoils him, unravels him, leaves him feeling like putty in his own hands. And the only thing he can seem to think about besides his pleasure is how the boy sounds so much like George.

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The risk of doing this with Dream in such a public place should blare alarms in George’s head, but instead, it only encourages erotic fantasies of being caught.

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With the remnants of his previous orgasm still flowing gently through the marrow of his bones, his second one is fast approaching.

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The tip of the boy’s cock is rubbing against his hoodie, adding an extra rough sensation of pleasure as he picks up his pace. Though before long, he pulls the hem of the jacket to his mouth, helping with his feeble attempts to stay quiet, and wraps a hand around his cock

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“You’re so cute, sweetheart,” George praises seductively, “Such a good puppy for me, yeah?”