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vespertineneon · 2 years

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I barely see C!sam fluff so uh

Gn/Male reader getting home kinda injuried like dear god how are you alive and sam just trying his best to help them? Maybe injuried because of mobs OR reader is also a hybrid of sorts but certain village sees hybrids as monsters so they attempted to hunt and kill em? Idk-

I’m so in love with this oh my god. Yes yes yes a million times I fucking love this.

A/N: Reader is a Ram hybrid. They have horns (similar to Jshlatts for reference). This is very short, sorry! But I had fun writing it. Also, funny story, I came up with most of this at 2am while mumbling ideas into my voice memo app. And originally I was like “let’s do an enderman hybrid reader.” But I realized in the morning that taking a shower with Sam as A FUCKING ENDERMAN HYBRID wouldn’t be very fun.

CW: mentions of Assault, blood, injuries, medical supplies, implied nudity(not sexual.)

A horrid scene kept playing over and over in your mind. Brief flashes of a stinging pain. Everywhere. Your horns being grabbed and pulled at. Hell, it felt like they had been torn out of your skull at some point. You were beaten up and bloody. There were welts, lashes, bruises and cuts all over you from the assault. A couple of villagers had tried following you home. Eventually grabbing you and beating you unconscious. You had woken up nearly 2 hours later, covered in blood and dirt as you hazily tried to make it back to your house. But your house was far away, and you didn’t feel like walking that far. Hell, you probably COULDN’T walk that far. So you settled on walking to your boyfriend’s house instead. Upon opening the door, Sam seemed to be in more of a state of shock than you were in.

You two were now in the shower together. The water was lukewarm but it still burned when it ran over your recent wounds. Sam had already washed dirt and blood from your hair and horns. Thankfully, your horns weren’t damaged in the encounter. It was a quiet shower, with the occasional hissing noise as you sucked air through your teeth when Sam glided a soapy washcloth over more severe wounds. One gash in particular, right along your shoulder made you flinch away when he touched it.

“Y/N..”

His voice was laced with concern, but it had an aspect of demand as well. Avoiding your shoulder wound wouldn’t do you any good.

“I know.”

You uttered under your breath as you hesitantly faced Sam, pressing your head into his chest so he had better access to your shoulder. He wrapped a large arm around your waist, washing away dried blood and dirt from around the gash. You softly whined into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you tensed at the pain. And then it was over. Water poured over your shoulder, washing the soap away. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, setting down the washcloth and wrapping his other arm around you. He pressed you into his chest and swayed with you in silence for what felt like years.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Sam mumbled into your forehead as he turned off the shower.

“Mm.” It wasn’t much of a response. You didn’t even know what you were trying to communicate with a singular noise. You were too lost in a plethora of feelings. The memories of the VERY recent assault, the sting of your injuries, the calm that your boyfriend provided, the warmth of being pressed against his chest.

After drying off, you were in a tank-top and loose sweatpants. Sam was kneeling in front of the couch you were sitting on, wrapping gauze around your injuries after applying various ointments and disinfectants. He was careful and gentle when treating you, as if you would shatter if he handled your injuries to hard. He kept urging you to explain what happened, and eventually you let in, dumping everything out in a big mess of word-vomit. And he was silent and still. Stopping what he was doing as his expression was unreadable. It was an uncomfortable silence. Tense. But you ended up breaking it.

“Sam? Are you mad?”

Of course he wasn’t mad. He could never be mad at you over something that you couldn’t control. He was angry at the world. Angry at it for being so cruel and horrible.

“No.”

He stood up, putting his medical supplies away before coming back and sitting down next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your uninjured shoulder. He seemed to be shaking a little bit?

“I’m not angry. You just don’t deserve this. You mean the world to me, and I hate how others are so oblivious of how… perfect you are.” Sam was quiet, soft. He seemed a little bit shaken up at the story.

“Next time you need something from a village, you’re telling me. I’m going with you.” And that wasn’t a request. You knew he was gonna get on your ass if you ignored him. So you nodded, leaning back into him. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that. He was playing with your hair the entire time, holding you close.

You were so peaceful. But he had other things on his mind. Because he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let a few village pricks get away with hurting you.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #c!awesomedude #c!awesamdude x reader #c!awesamdudeXreader #C!Awesamdude x y/n #c!awesamdude fluff #DSMP fluff #c!awesamdude fanfic #hybrid reader #c!awesamdude x hybrid!reader #dsmp x hybrid reader

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dingbatnix · 1 year

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Warden

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Dream reference

So like, Warden hybrid Dream stuff. We need more of it, both here and on ao3, and after finding out that the concept existed a couple months back, I went on a search to read any and all fics about it. There were only like 23 : (

Very sad, yes, but I had a splurge of inspiration and began to write this! So, those of you who enjoy warden!Dream, come get y'all Juice!

Also, this is gonna have multiple chapters n'stuff.

Ah! I forgot! Thank you to @da3dm for proofreading!!

(Btw, qué la chingada means what the fuck)

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Description of transformation, Violence, Blood, Mentions of torture, Mention of injury, ect.

His mask broke with a bone-chilling crack, and with it shattered his last secret, his last hope of surviving. The enchantments laced into the cool white porcelain that kept it firmly stuck to his face fractured, revealing, pale, milky green eyes, his scarred, fear-scrunched nose, his bared lips that barely covered long, sharp teeth, and most terrifying of all, the enchantment that suppressed all of his hybrid features vanished.

Cold terror washed through Dream when he felt the masking enchantments fade, felt the scraping, creaking sensations as his antlers regrew, as his ears sprung out, as all of his hybrid features materialized back onto his body.

His chest cracked and fissured as it split, followed by a repeated crunching when his ribs broke and poked out in a spiky cage protecting his organs. Dream's booming-drum heartbeat filled the tiny space of the cell, pounding through every other little scuff and scrape of fabric against obsidian and echoing firmly in his newly-sensitive eardrums.

His long, thin, tufted tail tore through his suddenly too-short pants and slithered out behind him, immediately curling fearfully around his lengthening, thickening legs. His arms stretched longer, sticking out from the already torn sleeves of his prison uniform, while his hands grew bigger and gained vicious-looking claws on the end of each of his fingers. The seams of his shirt strained, and a few even popped, when his shoulders broadened and his torso thickened, stretching the thick fabric to the max.

He even grew a full two feet taller, now towering an entire head over Quackity, even as he was on his knees.

"Oh, Christ!" Quackity recoiled, yanking his arms away from Dream's shifting body. Horror and disgust was smeared all over his face, and his shark-like teeth were bared defensively.

"¡¿Qué la chingada?!” The avian stepped back a few paces, eyes wide as he stared at Dream’s true form. He sputtered, obvious shock coloring his tone. “What the–wha–Are you a fucking warden?”

The avian's eyes danced sickeningly over Dream's body, obviously not needing an answer from the prisoner.

A slick smile slowly spread across his torturer’s face, like hot lava spreading over the ground, as obvious thoughts and ideas started to pool in his head. Quackity stepped closer, fingers twitching as he stared at the trembling figure of his victim. His gaze suddenly latched onto Dream's dull eyes, and a frown creased his brow.

"Wait," Quackity yanked the hybrid's head down with a hand on his chin, peering sharply at Dream's face. Dream forced his eyes to go vacant, hoping, no, praying, that Quackity hadn't seen him actually seeing.

"Are you actually blind?" The avian questioned incredulously. He jerked Dream's head closer, inspecting the cloudy orbs in Dream's eye sockets. "Like, actually, like a full warden?"

Dream managed a choked whine, panic and gut-wrenching fear twisting his throat until it felt like he was being strangled.

"Answer me when I speak to you, Dream." His torture's tone turned his blood to ice, and he had to stop himself from shuddering.

"Y-y-ye-es," he finally managed to stutter out. Terror was clogging his throat, clogging his airways, and he could barely breathe. Dream was vaguely certain that he was going to pass out.

"Yes, what, Dream?" Quackity curled a hand around one of Dream's thick antlers and yanked, painfully wrenching Dream's head at an awkward angle.

Dream yelped, stuttering out a weak "y-yes, Sir," and God, he hated it, hated being so easy to bend, hated being so submissive, but it had been beaten into him, and he didn’t think he’d ever get the opportunity to even try to recover from breaking and try being himself ever again.

Of course, Dream wasn't actually blind, like his fully blooded cousins. His eyes were just naturally dull and cloudy.

But…he'd been threatened with being blinded before, before he got the hiding enchantments on his mask, because he was half-warden and his tormentors thought it would be funny. Ironic. He'd gotten out of that situation unscathed, but…here, with Quackity? There was no getting out, here. Quackity could blind Dream, if he wanted. There was no one to stop him. Hell, now he might just gouge Dream's eyes out, just because he thought Dream was blind and didn't need them. Dream hoped and prayed that it wouldn't come to that. Hoped Quackity wouldn't think of that.

"How the hell have you been doing all the shit you've done, then? If you’re fucking blind?" His torturer hissed suspiciously, using the hold he had on Dream’s antler to tug him closer. Dream suppressed a whimper, and, shockingly, an irritated growl. Where the hell had that come from?

"E-echolocation. Hearing. Sm-smell." Dream blurted out the first possibilities that came to his mind, desperate to sell his newest bid for just a tiny, tiny chance of hope that Quackity would believe him.

"You've been smelling us?!" Quackity exclaimed incredulously. His grip slid from the antler, releasing Dream from the painfully awkward angle. "That's fucking creepy!" He took the bait, blindly believing Dream's lie.

The avian's nose wrinkled, but he moved on all the same, eyes roving over Dream's antlers and ears, then moving down to his chest, where a soft teal glow was filtering through the overly stretched material of his shirt. The avian's hand moved to pluck at one of the wooden buttons, all of which were straining to keep both sides of the fabric together. Dream flinched.

Quackity dragged his fingers down the front of his bright orange shirt and tugged at it. Dream's heart sped up, the harsh sound echoing heavily around the small space of the obsidian cell. Quackity heard his pounding heart and almost seemed to brighten, a horrible shine lighting up his single working eye.

With a horrible tearing sound, the front of Dream’s shirt was ripped open, taking away the last of the hybrid’s weak protection against his torturer. Panic overtook Dream, and he scrambled back, as far as he could until his spine was pressed against the wall, but it was no use. Quackity followed determinedly after him, a wicked, overeager smile curling over his scarred lips as his eyes danced over Dream’s exposed chest.

The avian ran his fingers down his exposed ribs, fingernails scraping sickeningly against the bare bones as he seemed to admire Dream’s unprotected insides. Dream could see the cold glint of greed in Quackity’s eyes, and it truly scared him.

Wardens were hard to kill, and that made their drops valuable. It made their antlers, their claws, their hearts, even their teeth, any little bits of their body that people could get their hands on, incredibly sought after. That meant–that probably meant that Dream, in Quackity’s eyes, was now nothing more than possible revenue. So, damn right Dream was scared. He had just been reduced from 'plaything' to 'merchandise.'

A cold finger prodded at one of his lungs, eliciting a sharp, choked yelp out of Dream from the almost jolting sensation against his delicate flesh. Another sharp jolt, more poking fingers, and then Quackity sucked in an awed gasp.

“Holy shit,” Quackity murmured, hooking a finger around one of Dream’s ribs and tugging at it. Dream leaned forward obediently despite his terror, silently cursing himself for the mindless action. His torturer’s next words almost had him suffocating, the weight of his own fear almost too much for him to even breathe. “Is that–That’s your heart,” Quackity breathed, as if Dream didn’t know his own body. "Like, actually your heart." The glow of his pulsing heart bathed his torture's face in a sickening teal light. The color was usually beautiful, comforting even, to Dream, but now it was twisted horribly, pulling ugly shadows on Quackity's scarred, eager face and clashing horribly with the light the wall of lava caging them in provided.

Dream whimpered, flattening his ears and turning his head away as Quackity's hand inched nearer and nearer to his most important organ, the thing that fucking kept him alive. His heartbeat, already unhealthily fast, sped up to the point of pain. The booming, staccato thud seemed to drown out every other sound in the cell, and it was the only thing that Dream could hear.

When Quackity’s fingers finally brushed against the frantically throbbing muscle, something in Dream reared its head up from some recently-buried part of his mind. Something dark, feral, and Wild.

A heavy, twisted growl poured out of his throat, and suddenly, he was gripping his torturer’s wrist with a fist of thick, heavily armored claws so harshly that Dream could hear the man’s bones crack.

Quackity shrieked, both in pain and indignation, and then there was a netherite sword being swung at Dream’s skull. Dream tilted his head and let the deadly blade sink into his antler with a sharp tunk! His furious growl built up louder, and he used Quackity’s arm to brace himself as he pushed himself to his feet. There was an audible snap of bones, and Quackity’s screamed curse rivaled the volume of Dream's own feral vocalizations. Dream stretched up to his full height and was forced to hunch, suddenly too tall for the small cell when his antlers and shoulders scraped against the ceiling. The netherite sword was torn from Quackity’s grasp when he stood, too firmly lodged in Dream’s antler for it to be easily ripped free.

Quackity, meanwhile, was screaming into the ceiling for Sam to “Get him the fuck out of here!” and had pulled out a shield with his uninjured left hand.

Dream’s grasp on Quackity’s arm slipped off when the warden hybrid reached up to tear the sword from his antler, and it was thrown to the side with a metallic clatter. His torturer was backing away with the shield raised, eyes widened comically as they followed the path of his sword.

Suddenly, Dream pounced, diving towards the avian like a large, enraged bear. His clawed hands crashed through the avian’s shield, the brute power driving the blow crushing the rectangle of wood like a mallet to a block of butter and continuing to cleave a nasty series of deep gashes across the man’s side and stomach. Quackity had managed to turn, just in time, to avoid the potentially fatal blow, but was not fast enough to dodge it completely.

The thick scent of blood filled the cell, mixing in with the burning stench of molten rock and the lingering, heady smell of healing potions from the past sessions the avian had held with Dream. Quackity cursed again and stumbled away, shaking off the splintered remains of his shield and backing up to the bright, blinding orange of the lava wall.

“Go to the corner!” Sam shouted through the intercom, confusion audible in his voice. “What the hell’s going on in there?” Quackity didn’t deign to answer, seeing as their huge, furious, half-warden prisoner was currently attempting to eviscerate him.

Dream was too lost in his panic-driven instincts to rely much on thought and logic, so when he lunged towards Quackity with a bloodcurdling roar and outstretched hands, he didn’t think much of it when the avian dove underneath him and scrambled to the shallow pool of water in the back corner of the cell.

Dream’s hands dipped into the lava, to no effect other than a warm, almost burning heat surrounding his fingers, but he paid it no mind. He spun around, splatters of burning lava flying from his hands, and latched his focus back onto Quackity. The man was pressed into the corner, standing in the shallow pool of water meant for respawning in.

The avian's thin chest heaved, and his unbroken hand was clutching at the wall behind him. He had nothing to defend himself with, a fact that made something inside Dream coil with pleasure.

His torturer had nowhere to go.

Dream lunged, and Quackity disappeared in a rain of potions and shattering glass. Dream smashed against the wall with an earth-shaking screech, deadly claws raking chips in the rough obsidian blocks. His assailant, his prey, had escaped. A displeased snarl had him baring long, razor sharp fangs, and his tail thrashed angrily behind him.

His inexplicable fury died out suddenly, leaving Dream feeling weak and strangely empty. He slid down to the ground, body shaking, and curled over his legs with a whimper.

What had just happened? What had he just done? Oh God, Quackity was going to kill him for real now.

Dream wanted to throw up.

He was so fucked.

#writing #c!dream #c!awesamdude #c!quackity #i gotta figure out how the normies tag things Heck #mcyt #dsmp #warden!dream #warden hybrid!dream #hybrid!dream #tw violence #n'stuff #i think that might be good #i dunno tho #will have art for this later #will also be v slow to update #warden hybrid dream #warden dream #size difference

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linx-the-sphinx · 2 years

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Hybrid Swap Demon!Awesamdude and Creeper!Badboyhalo

I dunno about you but Bad looks really cute

#awesamdude #awesamedude fanart #badboyhalo #badboyhalo fanart #my artwork #dream smp #dsmp #mythical creature #au #alternate universe #hybrid swap #mcyt bbh #mcyt art #mcyt fanart

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batwritings · 1 year

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Hello- Hybrid here! I randomly had this idea; so yk that one “how they would react to enderdragon reader telling them that ur egg is theres” thingy? I was wondering, can you make a part 2 to that with the people you missed? (Foolish, DreamXD, Sam, Eret, idk anyone else u can think of lol). Also, can this take place right after the enderdragon reader’s heat? Tysm! Again, sorry for requesting every five minutes LMAO

Oh gosh it's been a minute since I wrote that. ^^; But absolutely! I also added Schlatt because I noticed he was not in the original post. :) Enjoy!~

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~Foolish~ This man would be absolutely elated! Finley and Foolish Jr were going to have a sibling! And this time it would be one made of the two of you. His tail would be slapping on the floor excitedly, wanting to parade you and your egg around to show everyone. You know when you see pictures of dogs kinda smiling with their pups as if to say "I made these!"? Yeah, that's Foolish.

~DreamXD~ Shocked at first, and that's putting it lightly. DreamXD never knew he was even capable of giving life in that way. He would absolutely revere you as the carrier, dropping everything to get you what you needed to care for the egg and the following little one. Constantly torn between his duties as a god and wanting to be there for every potential second before the egg hatches.

~Awesamdude~ Again, another person who was shocked at first. That quickly changes to utter joy as he swings you up into his arms. His joy would shift just as quickly to fear of all the possible things that could endanger you and the egg. Sam's first instinct would be to lock you and you unhatched little one up somewhere safe where you could be secure and protected, but you swiftly made it apparent that that was absolutely in no way an option. The Creeper hybrid knew there would be no changing your mind, so he compromised by never leaving your side.

~Eret~ Probably the most quiet about her joy, leaning down to caress the egg softly. She vows right then and there to be the best parent he possibly can be to your new little light. All royal duties are put on the back burner from the day forward, very few exceptions made. Eret is full of questions of what the little one may look like, what can he do to care for them and you during the hatching. Oh and you can absolutely expect to catch them working on little dresses and suits for the little one in their spare time.

~Schlatt~ Will honestly probably laugh at you at first until he realizes you're dead serious. Enter panic crisis mode as Schlatt starts to question absolutely everything from how this happened to how much of a failure he could be as a father. It takes you grabbing him by the horns to center and ground him, looking him in the eyes as you tell him that you're not leaving his side if he won't leave yours; that you're in this together. The ram would nod and honestly buckle down on his own bad habits. He didn't ever want to be that person with his kid, even going as far as to see a proper doc about how he can save his body. He wasn't going to miss out on a single damn thing.

#bat writes #anon reqs #hybrid anon #foolish headcanons #dreamxd headcanons #dsmp headcanons #mcyt headcanons #awesamdude headcanons #eret headcanons #schlatt headcanons

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beaningeneraldenial · 1 year

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Official Reupload!!!

The official crosspost of My Uncle, Grian. has arrived with a nice cover (made by me)!

A story of found family, pain and trauma.

In a world where there are people with special hybrid traits, those without them are envious and mad. Tommy, a young boy, born of a crow-hybrid father, has not inheritted his giant, black wings, yet he gets dragged into the middle of the madness. When the Hybrid Purge begins, there are only so many people he can count on... especially when he finds out that he may have inherrited some straits afterall.

Or: In which minecraft blockmen find themselves in a Purge AU.

Find it on: Quotev Wattpad Ao3

#grian #avian grian #crossover #hermitcraft fanfic #dream smp #dream smp fanfic #tommyinnit #dream #tubbo #hybrids #PurgeAU #fanfic #mcyt #hermitcraft #philza minecraft #mentioned techno and wilbur (for now)#awesamdude #mumbo jumbo

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soothinglee · 9 months

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(no longer in use- go to page to see updated!)

my favorites: ಇ

dreamsmp

dream:

↳how they hype you up (dteam) (hc)

↳ holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳it looks like i'm best

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳in sickness and in help

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys) (hc)

↳asthmatic sibling (hc + text) ಇ

↳ where are you ಇ

sapnap:

↳how they hype you up (dteam)(hc)

↳holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳patch me up ಇ

↳reacting to you being sick (crewboys)(hc)

↳pickup lines

george:

↳how they hype you up (dteam)(hc)

↳holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys)(hc)

tommy:

↳series!: "please don't go." one - two - three

↳wolf hybrid reader (sbi) - two

↳eyeliner

↳skilled protecter(hc)

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

ranboo:

↳series!: "goodbye."

one - two - three - four -

five - six - seven - eight

nine

↳revenge - two

↳midnight skies

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

tubbo:

↳series!: "goodbye."

one - two - three - four -

five - six - seven - eight

nine

↳gifts

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

wilbur:

↳wolf hybrid reader (sbi) - two(hc)

awesamdude:

↳just go

↳charged creeper

↳momma and dada

fundy:

↳protection and love(hc + text)

michael (the pig):

↳thunderstorms

↳watering and learning

quackity:

↳series!: "the peguin and the duck." one - two - three

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys)(hc)

slimecicle:

↳why won't it stop

spiderman

peter parker:

↳save me (tom)

↳science homework help (andrew)

↳left in the dark

euphoria

elliot:

↳ensename

↳ser mia

rue:

↳i'm tired

celebrities

timothee chalamet:

↳like will smith

stranger things

steve harrington:

↳series!: "cursed." one - two ಇ

eddie munson:

↳peace

↳i only have eyes

↳wounds

the last of us

joe miller:

↳stab wounds and a somewhat grateful patient ಇ

scream 6

ethan landry:

↳what it's like dating ethan (hc + text) ಇ

heartstopper

tao xu:

↳slow train | two ಇ

↳intoxicated romance in parisಇ

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celestialking · 2 years

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The warden

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Finished writing: October 14th, 2022

Pairing: C!Awesamdude, AfabBunny!Reader

Warnings: afab, “sir”, knotting, mentions of cockwarming, mentions of collar/leash, overstim, size, size (tummy bulge), piercing,

A/n: wasn't supposed to be Kinktober at first but it is now :P man i kinda just threw a bunch of random things together. No edit. me lazy.

Kinktober

The warden. The name would strike fear into anyone's heart, all except yours. You had grown rather attached to the green creeper hybrid.

In most scenarios, you could be found by his side at the prison attempting to fluster him in several ways. Sam hated to admit it, but it would always work; and a little too well at that.

During several breaks, Sam would have to hide away somewhere unseen. Fucking desperately into his fist, his shirt bunched up in his teeth to hide the moans of your name. The hybrid would partially hope you would hear the slick noises and muffled moans and investigate but you never did. Sam would always put himself back together and return to your side quickly each time.

"Have fun alone Sam?" You'd grin, poking fun.

He'd flush attempting to find a way out of this one. "No I- I wasn't. I mean I was but not like that,"

Your laugh was like sweet honey to his ears. "I'm just teasing," You stood handing him a stack of papers. "I'll be back Mr. Warden," you hummed while walking past.

Your breaks were spent the same way as his; daydreaming about him as you had a hand between your thighs.

Sam easily towered over you, a wall of pure muscle. To a bunny hybrid, like you though, he looked especially intimidating. The thoughts of his height over you did nothing to deter thoughts of him. In fact, it quite encouraged it. You finished quickly on your fingers before returning to the main office. "Miss me?" You asked teasingly.

Sam was leaning against the wall looking through a journal. "Always," he grinned watching you sit down. "Did you miss me?" He snapped the book shut, stepping closer.

You turned and sat on the edge of your desk. A sudden tension filled the air as his body took up the space between your legs.

He grasped the gas mask he had been wearing, throwing it to the side. "I would say you did," he continued.

Your knees burned as he set both of his hands there. "And why would you say that?" Your voice wavered above a whisper.

Slowly he spread your legs apart more. "Hybrid's nose sugar," he hummed.

You shivered as his tongue met the plush of your thigh. "You're not as slick as you think either sir," you whispered.

He hummed lowly, teeth sinking in. "I'd say we have a problem then, should we fix it?" Sam glanced up at you, fingers grasping the edge of your shorts.

"What's the problem, Sammy?"

"I haven't got to see what you taste like yet,"

You lifted your hips. "That is a problem, we should fix that,"

Sam yanked down your shorts tossing them to the side. "All for me?" He teased about your lack of underwear. At your embarrassed whimper, he chuckled. Sam was on his knees hooking yours over his shoulders. He had been waiting for this for so long. Safe to say he wasn't going to take his time.

Your back arched against the desk as his tongue flattened against your core. "Oh god-" you moaned softly. Your hand buried itself into his hair.

"Not tonight sweet bunny," Sam was expertly taking you apart with his mouth, moving between teasing your clit and teasing your hole.

This wasn't fair. It had taken you quite a bit to cum under your fingers whereas it had been only a few minutes with him and you were almost falling off that edge. Your daydreams were nothing compared to the pleasure the hybrid tongue fucking you was giving.

You wanted to tell him to slow down, that he could take his time; but you don't think he'd care. Sam was on a mission, to get you to cum on his tongue. It was still unfair though. The flicking and thrusting of his tongue had sent you barreling toward your second orgasm of the day.

"Sir," you whined, grasping his hair tighter. You couldn't help but grind against his face. "Please," you cried.

The tongue that was pumping into you worked faster, his thumb flicking at your clit helped you along until you were cumming on his face. Sam didn't stop; but instead of trying to push him away, you found yourself dragging him closer. The warden was happily moaning between your thighs, lapping up any mess you made.

Right before you reached your orgasm a second time he stopped leaving you clenching on nothing. He kissed gently on your clit, suckling a few times before pulling back. He had left you pulsing and needing more. When he finally pulled away completely you felt a sharp pang of desire shiver through you. His eyes were dark, staring at you with a hunger that he hadn't seemed to fulfill yet.

"You keep calling me that and I might have to fuck you dumb,"

Sam wiped your slick from his chin with his shirt before tossing it off.

"That's what I want...sir,"

Wordlessly he began undressing before leaning forward. A hand cupped the back of your neck, two fingers lining up with your entrance and pushing in. They were thick, definitely bigger than your own and you couldn't help but grind down against them. Your foreheads were pressed together. Sam was analyzing every face you made as he scissored and stretched you open.

"Need you,"

"No. You can't take me," he mumbled. "I'd break you, angel," Sam pressed his lips against yours before you could argue.

Your kisses were a mess of breathy pants and tongue. A third finger pushed in, making your thighs spread more for him. The fact that your hips never stopped moving, walls attempting to suck him deeper amused Sam.

"That's it, baby, ride my fingers, so needy. Such an insatiable bunny. Should keep you here as a pet from now on," Sam rambled through your hot kisses. "Keep my dick warm while I work. Keep you nice and satisfied,"

You gasped as a fourth finger entered. Your lips were captured once more by Sam, each moan and whimper swallowed by the eager hybrid. "A pretty leash and collar for a pretty pet," God if the thought didn't spread a wildfire-heat through you. However, if Sam didn't stop talking and fuck you for real you thought you might cry though.

"Please Sammy," you pulled away breathless. "Need it, need you. Fuck me please,"

Sam pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, all while making eye contact. "Anything for you," His hands rested on your spread thighs.

It was only now you realized the weight between his legs. Sam was a lot bigger than you thought. It must have been the hybrid part of him that also made it thick and ridged a bit. The piercing on the tip was a surprise, however. Sam caught you staring.

"Like?" He tilted his head.

You watched him take his cock in his hand, thumbing over the metal piercing. Sticky precum was already covering his finger.

You squeaked in response.

"Mm?" Sam leaned his head down. "What's wrong sweet bunny?"

You gulped softly. "That's not going to fit,"

"I can make it fit," he whispered huskily.

In a soft moment, he leaned forward to press a kiss against your nose. "You won't have to take the knot either if you don’t want," He said, moving to sit back in his chair. Sam motioned for you to follow.

"Knot?" You climbed up into the chair with him settling over him. You ground lightly on the tip, dragging it through your slick.

"Yeah knot," Sam responded as he grasped your hips, beginning to impale you on his thick cock. Fuck. If there's anything you wanted more than what you were already receiving it was definitely that. By the time you sat prettily on his dick completely, you were trembling.

"Not going to cum already, are you?" Sam teased. His eyes were practically sparkling, it was nothing but an ego boost to the warden.

"Just- just give me a second," you panted.

Sam rolled his hips up into you as you adjusted to the pure thickness that was him. Sam moaned as you began to claim parts of him. Dark spots on his skin where you had bitten and sucked.

"Naughty thing," he panted. "People will see those,"

"Let them," you challenged before beginning to move. Your legs were like jelly, now after sinking down on him, they were entirely useless.

He laughed. "Poor thing,"

You whined embarrassed. You couldn't even ride him properly.

"Ask and I'll help," Sam grinned, leaning back into his chair. The cocky look he was giving, told you all you needed to know.

"I- I can do it," you pouted, unmoving.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

No, you couldn't, not with your legs quivering as such. "Please help," you whispered.

Sam leaned forward. "What's that angel?"

So help you this warden job had gone to his head, filling him with a sense of power he didn't have before. You kind of liked it.

"Fuck me, sir, please,"

Sam was standing within seconds, pressing your down on your back against his desk. "Course doll," his hands gripped under your knees, pulling your legs apart more.

The speed was slow at first. His cock dragging along your walls. The ridges were adding an extra layer of pleasure you didn't know you needed. Not to mention the piercing that was heating up with your insides.

"Your pretty pussy is so tight around me, can barely handle me, little bunny," Sam grunted.

You squirmed in his grasp at his words. You had never known Sam to say such filth, but you needed more. In your sweet daydreams, you didn't notice Sam moving. His hands pulled your legs up. He was going to put them over his shoulder.

"W-wait Sam-"

He threw your legs over his shoulder now grasping onto your hips. His cock was so much deeper now making you choke on your previous statement. His hips snapped against yours.

"You feel that angel? Feel how deep it is?" Sam moaned, hips snapping into you.

You swear you were drooling. Was your tongue sticking out? You had no control over your body anymore. You weren't even aware your mouth was moving until you could hear yourself distantly babbling.

"Sir harder,"

"Fuck me faster,"

Your words were driving Sam crazy.

"Need you deeper,"

He could hear your nails digging into the desk below, your fluffy ears twitching atop your head.

Sam knew you were beyond drunk on his cock. Maybe he really had broken you but God if that didn't make him want to do more. He let your legs down now leaning over your body.

Sam's forearms rested beside you on the desk holding his weight as his hips pinned yours to the desk. His body forced your thighs to stay open wide. He was driving his cock into you, both of you ignoring the slick sounds of him fucking into you. Sam was quite literally rearranging your insides, his entire body covering yours. He was dizzy with need.

You were mindlessly begging again, begging so sweetly for his knot. You wanted it, no, needed it. How could he ever tell such a sweet bunny no?

Sam's knot spread you open more with one final thrust, making you impossibly full.

You cried out, squirting around him.

"Fuck, f-fuck angel, gotta stop squeezing me like that," he moaned shakily. A creeper-like hiss escaped his lips. The liquid gushed around his cock, coating him and his thighs in you.

You were sure if you weren't stuck together right now, he wouldn't complain to you licking up the mess you made across his cock, thighs, and balls. Your walls fluttered around his dick from your orgasm, begging him to join you as well. The pleasure was just too much for either of you.

Sam whimpered, grinding into you, his dick finding its way deeper. His face was buried into your shoulder, moaning as your nails scratched into his back. The final straw was you begging with teary eyes.

"Please,"

His hips jolted, burying his dick as deep as he could before letting go. It was too much. The feeling of Sam's cum filling you up and the slight bulge you could see from how deep his cock was had you cumming once more. Sam choked on a moan feeling you clench harshly around him. Both of you were dizzy with pleasure, too lost in each other to fully process where you were.

Sam wrapped his arms under your back and sat down on the chair behind him. Your hips rocked against his, waiting for him to be able to slip out. Clumsily his hands pawed at your hips, overstimulation biting at the warden.

"Sleep Sammy," you mumbled watching his eyes attempt to stay open. "I'll make sure you're still locked in tight,"

You could barely keep your own eyes open let alone continue to move your hips.

As you drifted off along with him a simple thought passed your mind. "You think the other guards could hear?”

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how about c!dsmp reacting to dove hybrid! reader?? white wings and a leaf clip in their hair as a memory of their family! also reader being a very close friend to phil and kristin :D

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Hallo, thanks for requesting and welcome to the family 👩‍🍳 anon!

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C!DSMP react to a Dove Hybrid!Reader

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, Slimecicle, Aimsey

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Honestly, if it weren't for you obvious obsession with seeds, anyone would have mistaken you for an angel because of your pure white wings

You always minded your business when it came to the SMP, and just helped out whenever someone was seriously hurt

For some reason I see you owning a hospital, so that's what's your role in the SMP

The Dream Team have come a few times to visit you. Mostly just for cuts and wounds because of the various wars. Sapnap and George always seemed to be in a worst shape then Dream tho

Quackity owned you his life. Because if it weren't for you, his eye wound caused from Techno would be much worse

Karl visits from time to time, he finds hismelf lost sometime so he comes in just for comfort

Bad had visited a few times whenever him and Skeppy got hurt while doing something Skeppy suggested. You haven't seen them in a while tho

Wilbur was too stubborn to come so sometimes he'd be dragged into your hospital by Techno or Phil

On the topic of Phil, he's probably the person you're closest to. Other then both being similar hybrids, you had met Kristin a few times and you were always happy to know how she was doing

The rest, Niki, Eret, Punz, Foolish, Sam, Charlie and Aimsey didn't visit much for help, but more for socializing which you were always happy about

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calamari-minecraft-corner · 3 months

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Chapters: 30/?

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Clay | Dream & Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Sam | Awesamdude, Original Female Character(s), DreamXD (Dream SMP), Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pandora's Vault Prison, Dimension Travel, Texting, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Prisoner Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), POV Original Character, Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Warden Sam | Awesamdude, Manipulative Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), A lot - Freeform, Mentioned Dream SMP Ensemble, Chatting & Messaging, text, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, POV Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Every now and then, Slice of Life, Platonic Cuddling, Past Torture, Torture, POV Multiple, bug horror, being force fed centipedes, Centipede horror, Revival Gone Wrong, Personal Limbos (Dream SMP), Goat Hybrid Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot's Personal Limbo, Jschlatt’s personal limbo, Angst with a Happy Ending, Body Horror, Murder, Assisted Suicide, Suicide, dream does revival crimes, Unethical Experimentation

Summary:

After noticing an ominous app on her phone, Wren couldn't help but to be wary of where it came from. That is until her power went out and she ended up seeing a message from a complete stranger. Little does she know what she dragged herself into, and how terrifying the circumstances are when she had replied.

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dingbatnix · 1 year

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Warden

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Are yall ready for the angst to truly begin? I am. I'm really excited to get this out. Anyway, here we go!

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Implied Death, Implied Violence/Torture, Vague description of a panic attack, Dismemberment, ect.

It was only a few hours later that Quackity was calling for Sam to let him out of the cell, telling him that he was “done” with Dream for the day. Sam had lowered the lava as per request, and then had to wait as it bubbled down for Quackity to come back across. The avian seemed strangely…excited, and he was bloodier than usual. Sam chalked that up to the man trying to beat Dream back down into submission.

“Sam, every time he respawns, he comes back with his hybrid features!” Quackity grinned sharply up at the towering creeper hybrid and pulled out what looked like a pile of bones from his inventory. With a sickening realization, Sam saw that they were large, cyan-tinted antlers. Dream’s antlers. Some were cracked and fractured at the base, and others still had the pedicle attached to them, bits of flesh and blood and even hair clinging against the bone. Sam nearly choked. There were fourteen in total in the pile. Quackity had killed Dream seven times. How was Dream not dead? How were none of those kills not his final life?

Sam voiced as much to Quackity, concerned. If the man went overboard and killed their prisoner, well. There wouldn’t exactly be a riot, but Sam’s methods and accountability would be brought into question. He didn’t want to deal with that.

Quackity chuckled, pulling more bloody parts from his inventory and continuing to pile them on the floor. Oh Prime, was that Dream’s tail? Sam’s gut twisted, and he stepped back, staring at the chunk of bloody, visible vertebrae that stuck out from the jagged base of the long, tufted limb. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pile of body parts and even organs that Quackity was dropping on his floor.

“Qu-Quackity, what…?” Sam couldn’t voice the words. This was…this…

Sam wanted to throw up. He knew what this was. He knew what Quackity was doing. The stump where his own tail ended stung, and the scars on his throat burned.

Quackity’s functioning eye sparkled, and he gestured to the gorey accumulation heaped between them. Sam could only stare as blood started to soak down in the creases between the blackstone tiles.

“I…I know something…useful,” Quackity paused, grinning slyly. Sam had an awful, awful idea of what the avian was about to say. He dreaded what he thought was about to come out of the avian's mouth. It was any hybrid’s worst fear, and even normal humans were wary of it.

“I know how to force respawn glitches, Sam!” Quackity suddenly crowed, shark-like teeth glinting in the redstone lamps lining the ceiling. Sam’s stomach dropped. Prime, what was wrong with Quackity?

A respawn glitch, or death glitch, as they were sometimes called, was an issue with somebody respawning and getting swamped with the residual void-magic of coming back. If you were stuck in the glitch, you would essentially be immortal, but not in a good way. Every time you died, whatever wound it was that killed you would disappear, but the pain would remain until you could get out of the glitch. If you were killed multiple times, the pain would build up until you were catatonic. Or until you went mad. Sam had seen both happen before.

He wasn’t exactly sure how somebody could get glitched, but he knew it had something to do with intent. That’s how Cannon deaths worked, at least. If someone killed you, and they were intending to kill you, then you’d lose a life. If it was an accidental death, you would respawn just fine. A little disoriented, maybe, but fine. All Sam knew of how the respawn glitch worked was that you couldn’t intentionally kill the person, but they had to die enough for there to be a large accumulation of the Void to do…something. Sam didn’t know what the next step was. He didn’t want to know.

It was something Sam had feared happening to himself, a long time ago, back when…

He shook himself. He was lucky that he wasn’t that valuable of a hybrid. He was lucky he was alive at all.

Sam shifted back subtly, hiding how sick the subject of harvesting parts from any sort of hybrid made him. Even if it was Dream they were talking about. Not even Dream deserved this.

“We’ve got an endless supply of warden parts, Sam! Isn’t that fucking ace?” The avian spread his arms out grandly, inadvertently slinging crimson droplets across Sam's blackstone flooring. "We can sell them and make a ton, dude! I've read that, if you can get them, warden drops can make some powerful potions. Sam, we have unlimited access to it all!"

Sam suppressed a shudder at the other man's words. He stood stiffly, looking down at his partner with disgust. As a hybrid himself, Quackity should know what he was saying. He should know the horrifying implications of what he was talking about. Harvesting. He wanted to harvest Dream's parts and sell them.

Sam's hands shook around the shaft of his trident, and he hissed out a dark plume of hot smoke that drifted heavily from the vents of his gas mask. His throat felt like it was on fire.

“Do what you will, Quackity, but I want no part of it.” Sam managed, turning away and breathing deeply. As a victim of hybrid trafficking himself, he wasn’t going to participate in anything like it. It hit him too close to home. It brought back memories and thoughts that he didn't want. But…it was still Dream. Dream, who was a horrible person who had no morals to speak of whatsoever. Sam wasn’t going to go out of his way to help the man, not after all he’d done.

Behind him, he heard Quackity cackle gleefully as he scraped up his pile of trophies and scampered away to clean himself up from his session with Dream. Sam let him run off. Quackity knew the way out of the prison. He could let himself out.

As soon as he was sure the man was gone, Sam rushed himself off to his quarters. The cold metal of his mask felt like it was burning against his skin, and his ears were ringing. He couldn't breathe.

Sam slammed the door of his quarters shut and practically clawed his gas mask off with violently shaking hands. He tossed it across the room, gasping in choked breaths and sinking down against the automatically-locking door. His hands found his throat, and he clawed at the armored fabric around his neck until he managed to shred through it with his sharp nails. The effect wasn’t immediate, but he felt better with nothing around his neck. It reminded him too much of his old collar.

Without his consent, Sam’s fingers wandered up to his throat and pressed against the clammy green skin. Sam shivered.

He traced the long, surgically precise scars stretching from the underside of his chin all the way down to his collarbones, hands trembling and breath still hitching. He couldn’t produce gunpowder, not anymore, not since…

Sam cut himself off, yanking his fingers away from his neck and tucking his arms around his chest. He could still produce smoke, and that’s all he needed. That’s all he needed. He couldn’t think about what—

He shook his head, cutting himself off again and whining faintly. He wished Ponk were here. Ponk always knew how to keep him from spiraling. He missed Ponk. Ponk would know what he should do in this situation. Ponk always knew what to do.

But Ponk was gone. Sam had hurt him.

His hands found his scars again, and his breathing hitched back up. What was he going to do?

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