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DREAMBUR - 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 (smut)

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Here is some ok art I drew

Onto the horny

(degrading kink***)

Wilbur sat in his train station.

Schlatt and Mexican Dream where also there playing sheepshead, but Wilbur didn't want to play cards.

"Are you going to just sit there and sulk, or do you want us to deal you in next round?" Schlatt said, playing a jack of hearts.

"Fuck off I hear something."

"What? Since when? We've been dead for like ages man. Unless Tommy's coming to visit again." Mexican Dream shrugged.

"That would be fun. We could play across the table—"

A train horn sounded and the railway lit up.

"Oh shit. The fucks this?" Schlatt said, directing his attention to the train station while Mexican Dream looked at his cards.

"I don't know. But I feel weird." Wilbur said.

Then Wilburs body started to move towards the train station, floating up towards the noise.

"What the hell?!" Wilbur shouted.

"TRY NOT TO GET HIT BY THE TRAIN DUMBASS!!" Schlatt shouted at him, standing up.

"NO FUCKING SHIT!! I'M BEING PULLED TOWARDS IT YOU ASS!!" Wilbur yelled back at him.

Wilbur could see the train coming towards him and he braced himself, but a screeching noise could be heard and Wilbur opened his eyes.

The train stopped right in front of him, and the doors opened.

Somebody fell out of the doors and Wilbur could hear sobbing, but his own body was being pulled into the doors.

"WILBUR WAIT, NOW WE CAN PLAY FOUR-HANDED!"

"SHUT UP WITH CARDS I'M BEING ABDUCTED—"

The doors shut.

Wilbur POV:

It's really bright. That's the first thing I notice before I feel lips on mine.

They feel familiar, and hey—I don't really care who they are, they're a good kisser. I'm not one to complain.

They push me against a wall and I open my eyes to see who it is.

"Dream?" I mumble into his mouth, although it probably didn't sound like anything because his tongue was in my mouth.