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A Lesson In Listening

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dnf / 6.2K words / 18+ mature / one chapter

(inspired by the recent DNF Madrid stream and their insane size difference)

“What, now you’re just not gonna talk to me?” George repeated the question, this time with different wording as he waved a hand in front of Dream’s face to try and get him to speak, letting out a scoff when it didn’t work. “Seriously, Dream?”

“Just wait until we get back to the room,” Dream spoke barely above a whisper, making George have to lean in to hear him properly. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say to you, then.”

His bodyguard’s scowl quickly turned into a mischievous smirk, making him pull back quickly to sit straight up against his seat, turning away from him to look out the window. He brought his hands up to his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly to try and tame the blush when he felt his face beginning to heat up.

“Whatever.” The blonde chuckled quietly at George’s response, only further flustering the elder. He had been on Dream’s bad side before, and there was no denying it; he knew just how fucked he was.

or

Dream is George's bodyguard, and George is annoyed when he's quickly whisked away from his fans during a live stream. He sasses Dream on the way to the hotel, and it's there that he's put in his place

warnings: light degradation, choking, manhandling, edge play, dom/sub undertones, tickling, mature themes, pure hotel sex without much plot

“Seriously, you need to end the stream,” George heard the low rumble of a whisper from behind him, soft lips hovering just over his ear and sending a chill down his spine. “This is getting out of hand.” 

He rolled his eyes when he felt two large hands hook over his shoulders, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he tilted his head back to meet the gaze of his bodyguard. The blonde towered over him, only locking eyes for a second with raised eyebrows before turning back to assess the crowd, which was quickly growing larger by the second.

George turned his attention back to the crowd too, looking at what seemed like at least a hundred people. They were all yelling his name, words blurring together as the Spanish speaking fans rapidly shouted out and tried to get his attention. George prided himself on being an incredibly fast learner, picking up Spanish quicker than he had anticipated. But even with all of his knowledge, it was still hard to understand, and it made it harder to focus on what was being said, with everything seemingly being jumbled together into one collective scream. 

“The car is coming, right? It’s fine, Dream.” George mumbled under his breath with his head turned towards Dream before quickly turning back to the fans in front of him, holding his camera pole steady so that the stream could see the interactions as he smiled for pictures. A few minutes went by of him stumbling his way through broken Spanish, doing his best to focus on the person that was in front of him rather than the nudging he was receiving into his back every few seconds when the car eventually arrived. 

“It’s here,” Dream leaned down towards George’s ear again, this time speaking louder so that he knew the boy would hear, even over all of the screaming. “George, let’s go.” 

He felt a hand wrap around his arm and quickly shoved it off, continuing to meet fans and take pictures with them. George couldn’t tell, but Dream realized quickly that the crowd was only growing in size, and knew he couldn’t let the brunette have another minute to spare. Dream wrapped both hands around George’s biceps from behind, pulling him to the side with force and pushing him through the crowd towards the black car parked on the side of the street. 

“T-Thank you! Gracias!” George tried to fight against Dream’s hold as he was guided through the wave of people, trying his best to thank them and keep a smile plastered on his face as he was forced to continue on. A few moments later they reached the car, and Dream stretched an arm over his shoulder to grab at the door handle, opening it for the smaller boy and pushing him in quickly, following closely behind. He carefully closed the door and cracked the windows so that George could say his final goodbyes, and then they were driving down the street, the crowd fading quickly from view as he was whisked away. 

“You could’ve let me stay a little longer, you didn’t have to be so rude.” George spat out as he turned to look out the window, rolling it up and leaning his head against it once it was fully closed.

“It was getting to a dangerous amount of people, George. This is a new place. We don’t know the area yet, too many people were spreading the location info-“ 

“Okay and?” George interrupted, turning his head around to face Dream, staring daggers at the blonde as he watched him clear his throat and roll his shoulders, leaning forward with a frustrated scowl on his face. He held a finger up, pointing it inches from George’s face as he opened his mouth to continue. But he stopped, dropping it suddenly and leaning back against the seat, pressing his lips together in a tight line instead. 

“Did you wanna say something?” George questioned Dream, getting no response or even acknowledgment that he’d even heard the question. The brunette didn’t expect this reaction, so used to getting a rise from Dream, and wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. George tilted his head slightly, looking him up and down before letting out a deep sigh with a mix of annoyance and frustration. 

“What, now you’re just not gonna talk to me?” George repeated the question, this time with different wording as he waved a hand in front of Dream’s face to try and get him to speak, letting out a scoff when it didn’t work. “Seriously, Dream?” 

“Just wait until we get back to the room,” Dream spoke barely above a whisper, making George have to lean in to hear him properly. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say to you, then.” 

His bodyguard’s scowl quickly turned into a mischievous smirk, making him pull back quickly to sit straight up against his seat, turning away from him to look out the window. He brought his hands up to his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly to try and tame the blush when he felt his face beginning to heat up.

“Whatever.” The blonde chuckled quietly at George’s response, only further flustering the elder. He had been on Dream’s bad side before, and there was no denying it; he knew just how fucked he was. 

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent, with George refusing to face Dream at any and all costs, even when he had to exit the car behind him. He kept his head down, watching his feet walk one in front of the other as he followed Dream into the hotel. They were silent as they both loaded into the elevator, standing on opposite sides of the small enclosed area and refusing to make eye contact the whole ride up to the eighth floor. The walk to the room was no different, both men staying on either side of the hallway until they reached their room. 

Dream walked up to the door, swiping the card and waiting for the little beep and green light to follow before pushing down on the handle and opening it for George. The brunette lifted his head briefly, giving Dream a single nod to thank him before stepping through the door frame. He was barely three steps in the room when he heard it click behind him, feeling a strong hand grip his arm and yank him backwards forcefully. His back was flat against the door a second later, with both of his wrists held tightly in both of Dream’s hands above his head as he towered over him. George blinked in confusion, trying to allow his brain to catch up with the situation that was quickly unfolding before him, but finding it hard to do so when there were piercing green eyes staring down at him. 

“D-Dream, I-”

“What, are you sorry now?” Dream let out a low giggle as he watched George look up at him in confusion, letting out a high pitched whine at the question. He shrugged his shoulders, a slow nod following close behind as he finally registered what was happening. “For what? Being a brat? Putting yourself in danger by not listening? Interrupting me? Which one, George?” 

“I…I- Just- I don’t know, all of it!” George pouted, leaning his head back to rest against the door as he looked up at the blonde. Dream shook his head slowly, the corners of his smirk rising higher as he let out another giggle, flashing a toothy grin at him. 

“Poor baby. You don’t know how fucked you are, do you?” 

George let out a whimper as Dream transferred his left wrist to join the right, squirming when the blonde began to trace his newly available hand down George’s left arm, making him burst into frantic giggles at the tickly feeling it left behind. The hand continued its journey down the side of his torso, fingers wiggling slightly as he passed over George’s ribs to make him squeal. He bucked his hips forward as Dream’s hand rested on his hip for a few seconds, groaning when the younger boy giggled and refused to move it down any further. 

“Dream, please, I- oh my God. I’m sorry! Please just….mh!” The Brit groaned as Dream cupped him through his shorts, pressing in with the heel of his hand until he felt George begin to grow beneath it. He bucked up again, letting out a high pitched whine when Dream moved his hand away, letting it drop to his side and leaving George to rut pathetically into the air in search of any friction he could get. He chased Dream’s hand with his hips until the taller boy slid a knee between George’s legs, leaning against his right thigh and forcing his small frame back against the door. Dream noticed the way George began to grind against him softly, trying his best to not be caught in action, but being painfully obvious regardless. 

“I know, you want me to touch you so bad, don’t you, angel?” George let out another whimper as Dream pushed his knee further up along the door, successfully forcing the smaller boy to balance on his toes as he continued to rut against the knee between his legs. He nodded his head, letting it fall forward against Dream’s chest with a quiet sob. The blonde placed a small kiss to the top of his head, attempting to both relax him and get his full attention. “Come on, use your words for me, please. Like a big boy.” 

“Please, I need it! Touch me. Please touch me, I’ll do anything, just….Dream, please!” George lifted his head up as he begged his tall bodyguard, pupils blown wide with arousal. The blonde felt a sense of pride at how quickly George was melting, loving how easy it was to mold him like putty in his hands. 

“As tempting as it is to touch you myself, I think you need to earn it. Don’t you agree?” Dream glided his knee up even further, the strain of George’s moan sending warmth straight to his own dick, feeling it twitch within the confines of his boxers. 

“What, Dream, I-“ 

“No. You didn’t listen to me, why should I listen to you?” Dream lifted his free hand from where it was dangling by his side, slipping it into his own pants and giving himself a few tugs to release the building pressure. He smirked as George stared at the action, his tongue darting out to lick against his bottom lip as he watched. “For now you can keep rubbing yourself against my leg, like a cat in heat. After all, you are my little kitten, aren’t you, baby?” 

“Nh…y-yes.” George stuttered out as Dream moved his knee slowly from side to side, feeling his dick grow harder at the feeling. His eyes remained on Dream’s hand that was still wrapped around his own member, tugging softly every few seconds to keep his arousal from lessening. Although, the reality was that it wasn’t difficult to keep it up with a squirmy mess like George falling apart in front of him like that.

“You sure are. Just a little baby kitten, huh? A little baby kitten who wants nothing more than for me to wrap my mouth around that pretty little cock of yours.” Dream squeezed at his own, tugging up and twisting his hand over the tip when he reached the head. He let his head fall to the side as his eyes fluttered shut, stroking himself a few more times and only pausing when he heard the older boy let out a high pitched squeak of his own at a well placed rut. Dream opened his eyes, only to be met with the prettiest sight. 

George’s head was thrown back against the door, hair sticking to his forehead with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His mouth was partially open, lips slightly parted to let the most beautiful noises Dream had ever heard slip out between them. His hips were moving rhythmically, thrusting up and back at a steady pace against Dream’s knee and furrowing his eyebrows with a moan whenever he managed to rub over the more sensitive areas. George was practically being held up by the leg between his own, only still able to lean with his back against the door because of Dream’s hold on his wrists. 

“Jesus, George. You’re such a pretty little whore, grinding against me like this. Pathetic. Imagine if your fans knew I could get you like this.” Dream couldn’t control the thoughts that were slowly forming on his tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself from speaking them into the quiet air of the hotel room. He watched as George flushed at the comment, his cheeks turning a bright pink as he turned his head to hide in one of his triceps. Dream’s eyes zoned in on the milky white skin of George’s neck that was suddenly revealed, noticing the lack of marks and having the immediate need to change it. He leaned in before George could protest, latching his teeth onto the side of his neck, below the back of his jaw bone where he knew was sure to drive the older boy insane. 

“Oh fuck, oh please, don’t!” George complained with a whine against the skin of his arm, biting down on it briefly when Dream sunk his teeth in even harder with a moan of his own. “Dream you can’t!” 

Dream pulled back, meeting George’s eyes with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The brunette instantly recognized that he took it as a challenge, “And why can’t I? Do I need to remind you that I’m the one making the demands here? You’re the one who’s supposed to be listening to me.” 

“They’ll see! Dream, ah!” He yelped when the blonde grazed the now reddened skin once more with his teeth, bringing a shoulder up to try and block the assault on his neck but failing when Dream’s chin stopped him.

“Who, Sapnap? The world's smallest bodyguard who slept through the day and left me alone to deal with you?” He spoke into the skin of George’s neck, biting down briefly before pulling back to continue. “Or is it the fans? Are you that embarrassed to be with me, baby? You don’t want me to mark you up for everyone to see?” He felt George tense at the accusation, pressing a kiss to his neck as he whined through his panic. 

“No! No, it’s not like that! You know it’s not like that. You…you know how much I love when you- ah! - leave marks!” His rambling was interrupted by yet another bite, this time closer to the front of his neck, to the side of his Adam's apple. 

“Then be a good boy and let me enjoy myself, okay? Let me make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” 

George let his weight drop fully onto Dream’s knee, too dazed from the request to be able to even attempt to hold himself up any longer. Dream took it as a sign to continue and began sucking on the wet patch of skin, closing his eyes and running his pointer finger through the precum that was pooling at the head of his own dick. He swiped a finger over the slit of it, pushing down softly and moaning against George’s neck at the feeling. George returned the sound of it with his own moan, higher in pitch but longer than Dream’s had been. 

As much as Dream teased George about marking him up for everyone to see, he knew that it wasn’t the most ideal situation for when the streamer would have to be at a live conference in the next few days. He pulled his head back slightly as he contemplated his next move, sliding his hand out from his pants for a moment to yank at the collar of George’s shirt to pull it down, exposing the bones to the cool air of the hotel room and smiling as he watched goosebumps begin to form on the pale skin in front of him. 

George let out something that could only be described as an overly dramatic pornstar moan the minute Dream’s lips met the extremely sensitive area under his collarbone, making him writhe as he continued to squeeze his eyes shut tightly with his head thrown back against the door. He pressed his lips together, a loud moan still managing to escape as a tiny voice in the back of George’s mind reminded him that anyone could walk by and hear what they were doing at any given moment. 

But he was too far gone to find the will to care. The brunette thought he might die if Dream stopped now. And suddenly, he needed to make sure he wouldn’t. 

“You’re- mnh!- you’re just my bodyguard! You- you don’t...you don’t own me.” 

“Oh?”

“It’s the truth!”

The hand stretching the collar of his shirt quickly disappeared, flying up to wrap around the smaller boy’s neck and squeezing as he leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and staring at George’s eyelids.  

“Open your eyes, George.”

“I…no!” 

“Look at me. Now.” 

The dark lashes of George’s eyes fluttered as he forced himself to open them, dark brown eyes meeting green ones. Dream adjusted his grip on the older boy’s neck, covering as much area as he could and making George’s head spin. Dream squeezed down hard, the Brit letting out a squeak and taking in a deep breath while he still could. 

“You’re mine. You know that, I know that- fuck, even the fans know that,” Dream felt his jaw clench as he spoke, seething at the idea of not having George. “I’ve got you wrapped so tight around my finger, baby, everyone knows that. You’re mine. All mine.” 

George nodded his head frantically as Dream gripped his neck tighter, feeling the tips of the long fingers digging into the sides of it as the pressure at the front of his neck began to slowly cut off his flow of air. 

“Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.” Dream’s fingers pressed in harder, leaning more of his weight onto George to push the boy back against the door as much as he could and causing George’s face to turn bright red as he gasped for air. Dream released his hold as quickly as he started it, keeping his hand in its place over George’s neck but no longer choking him. 

“Yours. I’m…’m all yours.” 

Dream hummed in approval, removing his hand completely and allowing it to trail down George’s small frame until it reached the string on his shorts. He used a finger to snake into the waistband of George’s boxers, smiling when the brunette practically jumped out of his skin when his finger grazed the tip of George’s dick. It twitched pathetically in response, making Dream giggle while the brunette groaned in embarrassment.

“Now why can’t you listen to me like that normally, hm?” He questioned, not really expecting an answer from the smaller boy and getting nothing but a whimper in return. “But, you’re right, angel. You’re mine. All mine.” 

Dream slipped his middle finger below the waistband to join his pointer, now stroking at the tip of George’s cock with two fingers and watching as his cheeks grew impossibly flushed. He didn’t plan on stopping, only pulling back when George pushed himself up further onto his toes, trying to make rougher contact to relieve more of the pressure building up there. Dream pushed down roughly against the slit on the tip of his dick, making George cry out with a string of protests and drop back down as much as he could at the sudden change in touch, not being able to handle it due to how sensitive he currently was and trying to escape the feeling in any way he could think of.

“No, what happened, Georgie? You wanted it rougher just a second ago, why the sudden change of heart?” Dream pulled his hand away from George briefly to adjust his grip on the brunette’s wrists, not wanting them to slip out from his grasp as he continued to play with his little toy. When he felt they were secure enough to continue, he moved his hand back down, this time reaching his entire hand into George’s pants and wrapping it around where Dream knew he wanted it most. He giggled as he felt George tremble against him. 

But George couldn’t reply, only producing tiny gasps and quiet whimpers as Dream’s hand squeezed lightly before giving a few experimental tugs to tease the elder, going impossibly slow. George jerked his hips to the side, the feeling far too overwhelming, having gone from essentially no contact to skin on skin contact, skipping everything between almost immediately. But no matter how hard the boy struggled, Dream refused to relent, keeping a slower pace with his strokes as he leaned forward to connect his mouth against the soft skin of George’s neck once more, this time shoving himself against the opposite side to give it some much needed attention. 

“Mmh, I- ah! Dream!” He whined as Dream took the sensitive skin of his neck between his teeth, biting down harshly and sucking in, obviously set on leaving at least one visible mark for the world to see. George was still rutting against the knee between his legs, unable to stop himself even as Dream’s hand was slowly working him over now. The elder was growing impatient, letting out deep moans and high pitched squeals while Dream took his time with the smaller boy, clearly in no hurry to help George get the release he so desperately wanted. 

“Hm?” Dream questioned from his place buried in George’s neck, only leaning back to catch his breath before diving back in, his lips latching directly below the dark purple bruise that was quickly forming. He released his grip on George’s length in favor of gripping onto the opposite side of his neck to keep the brunette steady, giggling against his skin when George let out a high pitched cry at the sudden loss of contact. 

“No! No, please! Please, Dream! I need it…need you so bad.” The blonde pulled back, hearing the strain in the older boy’s voice and feeling his cheeks flush as he noticed how watery George’s eyes were. His attention was stuck on a stray tear that had managed to escape, rolling down his cheek and leaving a track of dampness in its wake. 

Dream quickly brought his thumb up to wipe it away, looking at the teardrop on his finger before he, without thinking, brought it to George’s mouth, smiling when he immediately dropped his jaw open as a welcome invitation. He let his thumb rest over George’s tongue, moaning and tossing his head back when the elder closed his lips around it, sucking like his life depended on it. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck. You’re such a good boy, George. I didn’t even have to ask, you just- you knew what to do all on your own. You’re so good for me, angel.” Dream stumbled over his thoughts, mumbling them under his breath as George swirled his tongue around his thumb as if it were the head of his dick, moaning and letting the vibrations from the low tone of voice enhance the feeling for Dream, making it that much more real in his mind. 

The blonde felt his own dick twitch in his pants, looking down and seeing the outline of it pressing against the front of his shorts, creating a tent with them and driving himself even more insane than he already felt. It wasn’t until his gaze landed upon the front of George’s shorts, seeing the imprint of the smaller member stretching the black fabric and practically threatening to burst through at any moment, that Dream felt light headed. He reluctantly removed his thumb from George’s mouth, dragging it down his chin and over his neck, running his fingertips over George’s chest and catching a nipple through the thin T-shirt. The older boy let out a squeal and arched into the touch, silently begging for more. Dream pinched the bud between his fingertips, rolling it twice before continuing his journey to where George was begging him to go.

“Are you gonna be good for me the next time I ask you to do something?” Dream lowered his head until his lips rested against George’s left ear, letting his head rest against the older boy’s arms that were still being held above his head, pressed harshly against the wooden door. George nodded his head with a pathetic whine when Dream’s hand finally wrapped back around him once again, tugging at a faster pace than before and making his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling. 

“Y-Yes, promise! I promise! Please, just let me cum. Can I cum? Baby, Dream, please, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be good!” George was saying anything he could think of to convince the blonde to let him finish. He’d been in this situation before- he was fairly used to it, not being able to control his brattiness even at the best of times. And more often than not, he was left without release, forced to sit with the weight of the swollen member in his pants into the late hours of the night, a brush of a blanket enough to work him up, and most times, left him in tears. 

“I don’t know…you were so rude to me in the car, and all I was doing was trying to talk to you. And now look! You’re the one trying to do the talking, Georgie.” Dream lowered George’s arms slowly from above him, bringing them down until they were pressed against the smaller boy’s chest, still wrapped up in Dream’s grasp. “I think it’s time to see what else that mouth of yours can do.” 

Before George had time to process what was happening, he was being forced down onto his knees in front of the bodyguard, coming face to face with the large bulge in Dream’s pants. George was always obsessed with the difference in their size, not being able to stop his mind from focusing on how tiny he must look to Dream from his place down on the floor. He bit his bottom lip and quickly leaned forward, pressing his nose to the side of it and gliding it up and down the clothed shaft a few times. George heard Dream inhale sharply at the feeling, hissing to himself when a large hand tangled into his hair and yanked his head back. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. You’re gonna get me off with that pretty little mouth of yours. If I want you to choke on it, you’re choke on it,” Dream began laying out his demands, smiling down at George as he stared into his wide eyes, pupils blown so big his irises looked completely black, filled only with desperation and need. “Is that clear?” 

“Y-Yes, whatever you want.” 

“Good boy. And as for you…” Dream lifted his head up, staring at the door as his hand released its hold on the brown hair, instead coming up to tap on his chin in thought. “You can cum. But you’re doing it by your own hand, and you better hope you cum before me, or else you’re losing that privilege.” 

George nodded his head, eager to get his mouth on Dream. He wasn’t worried about not cumming, as he’d been right at the edge for most of the duration of their play. His hands darted to the drawstring of Dream’s shorts, undoing it and hooking his pointer fingers into the band of his boxers, giving them a tug downwards and leaning back slightly when Dream’s dick sprang out from them, standing up flat against his tummy.

“Fuck. You’re so big, Dream.” George was practically drooling at the sight of it, wasting no time and pulling it down with one hand to angle it towards himself, taking the whole thing in his mouth on the first try. He felt it hit the back of his throat, retching forward as he gagged but refusing to pull away due to the animalistic growl Dream always seemed to let out through his moan. It was one of George’s favorite sounds that the blonde made, and he wasn’t about to miss out on it because of a small gag reflex issue.

George sat still for a moment, letting himself adjust to the feeling before nodding his head and letting Dream know it was okay to thrust forward. Dream loved to fuck George’s mouth; he had once admitted to George that he almost liked it better than sex itself, and so he was never one to deny the younger boy of experiencing it. Afterall, he loved it just as much as Dream did.

“You’re doing so well, George. Taking me so well, fuck, you’re so gorgeous down there on your knees. Always so pretty with a dick in your mouth, aren’t you?” Dream was saying whatever came to mind as he thrusted forward at a steady pace, George hollowing his cheeks and sucking him dry the best he could. 

As Dream threw his head back with another moan, one of the brunette’s hands found its way to his own member, palming himself through his shorts and moaning around Dream’s cock. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure to Dream’s brain, causing him to jerk forward with a hard thrust, making tears prickle at the corner of George’s eyes when he felt the tip hit the back of his throat once more. 

“You gonna fuck yourself for me, kitten? Go ahead, show me your pretty little cock. Let me see it. I wanna see how much bigger I am.” Dream demanded, still sounding authoritative even through his labored breathing. He could tell by the warmth slowly growing in his lower abdomen that he was close, but chose to hold off, wanting to see George jerk himself off until he’s a sobbing, blubbering mess below him.

George’s cheeks turned a deep red at the comment but didn’t have to be told twice, continuing to bob his head up and down Dream’s length as he used his hands to pull down his own shorts and boxers, stopping once he felt the cool air hit his skin and moved to wrap a hand around his dick. 

He started with slower strokes, taking his time for the first few seconds before he chose a faster pace, closing his eyes shut as he allowed the pleasure to course through his body. George bounced on his knees, unable to stop his hips from stuttering forward as he increased the pace of his tugs, feeling himself nearing the edge already from how worked up he was. He pulled his head back slightly until just the tip of Dream’s dick was resting in his mouth, lapping at the slit as if he were truly a kitten and moaning to send more shockwaves straight to Dream’s head. 

“Mh…?” George mewled, opening his eyes briefly to meet Dream’s gaze. Dream knew the brunette was asking for permission to cum, and he brought a hand down to card through the brown locks once more. He twisted a fist into the thick hair, using it as an anchor as he thrust himself into George’s mouth quicker than before, squeezing his eyes shut as a longer moan was pulled from him when George hollowed his cheeks out for the twentieth time. 

“Go ahead, let go, angel. Cum for me.” 

The second he had permission, he was cumming, and cumming hard. George’s eyes were twisted shut so hard that he swore he saw stars and flashes of different colors exploding behind his eyelids, his hips thrusting up violently as stripes of white landed over his hand and onto his torso. He cried out, lips still around Dream’s dick, which seemingly tipped the blonde that little bit of help he needed to go over the threshold himself. 

Dream screamed out, moaning George’s name as his hips snapped forward, gripping harshly into George’s hair and pulling him forward until the smaller boy’s nose was pressed into his pubic hair. He held him there while he rode out the high of his orgasm, trying his best to watch as George came down from his own. The hand that George wasn’t using to help himself through his release was clinging onto Dream’s hipbone for dear life, nails digging into the skin and pushing hard enough to pierce through it. 

“Fuck me.” Dream mumbled, slowly softening his grasp on George’s hair and guiding it back until his softening member was free from the warmth of George’s mouth. The elder opened his eyes slowly, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe the cum that was dripping from the corner of his mouth, swallowing what was left and licking his lips to make sure he had gotten rid of it all. He looked down into his lap and at the hand that was still wrapped around himself, wincing and twisting his face up in disgust when he saw the mess he had made. He started shifting from his place on the floor, making a move to stand up but instead being gently pushed back down by the taller man. 

“Hold on, my love. Let me get you cleaned up, okay? Stay right there.” George watched as Dream quickly stepped into the bathroom, conveniently only a few steps away, and heard the water running. 

“How am I supposed to explain these, Dream?” George giggled out the question as he caught his own reflection in the closet mirror beside him, tilting his head to reveal the love bites Dream had left on his neck.

“The power of makeup, Georgie!” Dream replied, his bubbly laughter bouncing off the tile floors and walls of the bathroom. 

George leaned forward and peaked in, watching as Dream cleaned himself off with a washcloth before grabbing a new one from the rack and running it under warm water, turning it off and spinning on his heel to face George. He giggled at the way the brunette immediately sat back on his heels when he was caught, acting as if he hadn’t been spying on the blonde for the last few minutes.

“I’m here, you little idiot. I didn’t go anywhere, I’m right here.” Even with the playful insult, George never felt more cared for as Dream kneeled down in front of him and took his hand in his own, wiping it with the warm cloth and making sure it was completely clean before placing a kiss on his knuckles, moving onto the next part of him. 

He spent the next few minutes like this, only having to go back into the bathroom for a new washcloth once before he was finally cleaned up. Once he was dried off with a clean towel, Dream helped him stand up, both of them making their way over to their respective suitcases and changing into lounge clothes before falling into bed. Their limbs were  tangled up in each other as they brushed their noses together, lost in a world of giggles as Dream let his fingers glide skillfully over George’s sides.

“Okahahay! I’m sohohorry!” George pushed at the offending hands, feeling his cheeks warm at the playful affection he was receiving. “I’ve suffered enough, haven’t I?” 

“Hey! I was nice, I let you cum today, even after you deliberately chose not to listen to me.” Dream argued back, evading George’s grip and finding an opening to wiggle his fingers along the brunette’s stomach instead. 

“Nohoho, no! Stohohop, come ohohon, Dream, I’m sleepy!” George pouted through his whines, giving Dream the cutest puppy dog eyes and giggling harder when the younger boy gave in with a roll of his eyes and a deep sigh. 

“Fine, c’mere, giggles,” The blonde smiled as George immediately buried himself into his neck, throwing his arms tightly around him as he settled down, finally comfortable and able to relax without the incredibly one sided tickle attack. “We can nap for now. But George?” 

“Hm?” The smaller replied with a grunt, already sounding half asleep in Dream’s arms. 

“Next time you talk back to me like that, you’re not cumming for a month.”

“What?! DREAM!” George squirmed in his arms, trying to push back to look the blonde in the face but finding it difficult with the iron grip the bigger boy currently had around his tiny waist.

“Goodnight, angel!” He could both hear and feel the smirk in Dream’s voice, dripping with a mixture of pride and giddiness. 

George could do nothing but lay in his arms, silently hoping the exhaustion would return to his body so he could sleep instead of replaying Dream’s words over and over inside his head. It was only after he heard the steady sounds of Dream’s breathing that he knew his cuddly bodyguard was finally asleep that his mind finally granted George some peace, allowing him to slip into a deep sleep, following closely behind the blonde.

#dnf #gnf #georgenotfound #dream #sub!georgenotfound #sub!gnf #dom!dream #bottom!georgenotfound #bottom!gnf #top!dream #mcyt smut #masochisticgnf fics #my stuff

[parkerpeanuts]

So when can I start expecting the fanfiction

#no cause not to be 🎺🦵 on main but like dom george fics slap #and i need more #SO MANY MORE #and i think both of them being dnfers on main is justifiable #dnf #gnf #dwt

[gogycule]

Fine I'll say it

If Dream isn't gonna make a move now that George is in America, I hope Austin, Hasan, or one of George's other simps does

fucking yeah mate

dnf is dnf, but the most important thing is gnf becoming a catboy trophy husband with all his needs met till the end of time

#the thought of hasan taking gnf sjdfldjgk #gnf combusts at a single politic #if given enough time i think that austin and gnf would find themselves comfortably falling into the top bottom dom sub dynamic #right now theyre a little more awkward and clashy #also. Ludwig is right there #lud and gnf would be awesome #with how easily ludwig tends to accidentally part with his money #I think Ludwig could be Dream's greatest rival for GNF. that'd be an awesome 2023 era

[give-me-a-breakk]

i’m in charge pt. 2 [gnf x f!reader]

part 1

word count: 1,115

warnings: SMUT, dom!george, eating you out, edging, hair pulling if you squint

summary: george switches the roles back to the usual of him being the dominant one.

george runs his hands up your bare stomach, lifting your shirt higher in the process. you’re embarrassed at how you’re allowing him to make you submit to him, so you grip his wrists before he can reach your breasts.

he looks up at you confused. “a-are you okay?”

your hesitance has made him nervous. even when he was ‘in charge’ he was careful with you.

“yeah, just- why can’t i be in charge?” you ask, challenging him.

his face falls back into his familiar smirk.

“didn’t i just just give you a turn, darling?” he asks condescendingly.

“well yeah, but-“

“be quiet.”

before you could protest, he pulls down your underwear and licks side to side on your clit without warning, causing you to gasp. your hand slips up, covering your mouth as to not let him hear any of your pathetic moans. of course, he interjects by grabbing your arms and pulling them away.

“well it’s no fun if i can’t hear you.” he says as he rolls his eyes.

your eyebrows furrow, still upset at how fast you lost the dominance.

“you want control?” he guides your hands to his hair, “there’s your control.”

his tongue goes back to working on your clit, and your moans are audible this time. you pull very lightly on his hair, afraid to tug too hard. he looks up at you, while his tongue is still moving quickly against you. you try to keep eye contact with him, but sometimes it breaks as you throw your head back from all his movements that cause you pleasure.

then, he moves his tongue to push inside your entrance instead, moving fast again. your grip on his hair finally tightens as you react to the new feeling, his wet tongue feeling around your walls. the speed of all his movements made you feel like you would cum quickly, already starting to feel a slight knot in your stomach.

“ah- george-“

but then george pulls away completely, causing you to look down at him.

“do you like it when i go fast y/n?”

“mhm” you answer while nodding. you looked so helpless.

“so, you don’t like it slow?” he asks while he starts to rub your clit painfully slow with his delicate fingers.

his touch still made you react, your hips twitching slightly.

“george..” you say and let out an obvious whine.

his other hand digs into the skin of your thigh, but still not hard enough to leave bruises.

“is something wrong?” he asks, pretending to be unaware of how badly he’s torturing you.

“pl-please.” you say in a louder tone than you expected.

his slow pace stays exactly the same.

“who’s in charge?” he asks, looking you straight in the eye.

you huff and look away, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction. he smirks at your response, tightening the grip he has on your thigh. his lips leave kisses on you thigh, moving closer to your heat, he moves his fingers to leave a few licks on your clit that make you whimper, but then he stops.

“i guess you just don’t want to finish...” he teases.

“wait..” you say quietly while pulling his head up with the hand that was still in his hair.

“hm?” he hums, his eyes looking even more pretty because of the way he’s looking up.

“fine,” you spit out, “you’re in charge.”

as soon as you say that, he has the most smug look on his face.

“and now i can prove it.” he says.

his tongue goes back to flicking your clit around. it was sensitive now, making your hips grind against his mouth, but george didn’t mind. to him, it just showed how desperate you were, just from his mouth.

your hands explored his brown messy hair. one moved down to hold his jaw, this time neither of you dared to break eye contact.

“i love you, george.”

his eyes widened a little, barely noticeable. his tongue slows down as if processing what you said. it wasn’t like you guys hadn’t said it before, but it was rare for you guys to say it during sex.

he seemed to gain a new motivation now, sucking on your clit to give you the most amount of pleasure. he used his hands on your thighs to hold you against him as your hips bucked with sensitivity.

soon enough, you could feel how close you were, and your increasing moans made it obvious to george as well. then you came in his mouth, just like he said you would, still not breaking eye contact. he made sure to clean you up with tongue afterwards, his tongue still making your breath hitch from how sensitive you were now.

he moves up, hovering over you. he kisses you, making you taste yourself.

“i love you too.” he finally says.

you pull him towards you, rolling both of you over so you sat on top of him. you both giggled, he didn’t try to stop you. now you were both just smiling at each other like idiots. you were about to lean down to kiss him when you see his phone light up and start vibrating on the dresser next to the bed.

“it’s dream.” you say as you get off him so he can pick it up.

his face drops, but he answers anyway.

“what do you want?” he says when he picks up.

you raise your eyebrows, surprised at his aggression, especially towards dream. george keeps it off speaker, so you can’t hear what dream is saying. you just use context from george’s answers.

“actually yes, i’m busy.”

…

“none of your business, idiot.”

…

“I’ll just call you later.”

he waits a moment, probably listening to dream complaining, then he hangs up, lightly tossing the phone to the carpet floor.

he looks back towards you, and you look at him curiously.

he sighs and says, “he wanted to talk about a video.”

he pulls you to him by your waist and you smile.

“but the only person i want whining in my ear right now, is you.” he says, making you laugh, and he pulls you into an affectionate kiss, but it quickly turns rough and sloppy. he leans down towards you, until your back is against the bed again.

he speaks, “where were we?”

“oh, i don't know,” you say as you look off, pretending like you have to think about it, “something about cumming in your mouth over and over.”

he laughs and moves back down.

“mhm” he says as his hands run across your thighs softly, and then suddenly holding them open, preparing to go down on you again.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound fanfic #dsmp fanfic #dsmp #dream #dream team #dsmp smut #streamer x reader #minecraft #streaming #twitch #gnf x y/n #georgenotfound x f!reader #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #gnf x reader #gnf smut #gnf mcyt #mcyt #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #sapnap #karl jacobs

[zeroistyping]

omgomg i have a request for gnf, like hate sex kinda? like enemies to fuck buddies and they dont like eachother whilst they are fucking

(afab, dom!gnf)

hatred - gnf x afab!reader

cw: toxic, hate sex, degradation

masterlist

Not a single look, not even the slightest glance was shared while he thrusted in you with a relentless pace. The tension between the two of you, as his hips relentlessly pounded into your own.

You and George hated each other for as long as you can remember. From the second you met in college, taking the same courses to choosing the same major in university just to become content creator with a focus on the video game minecraft. Everything you did was connected and you hated it.

Even more, did you hate the way his brown eyes avoided yours so perfectly the same way yours avoided his. It added something to the tension but somehow made it hotter than before. His head was hidden in the crotch of your neck, leaving marks all over there every now and then just to lick over it seconds later.

"Fuck..", you moaned out as he hit a sweet spot inside you. The combination of the sensational feeling of his dick inside with your own hand circling your throbbing clit made you feel like you're on top of the world. Your other hand held his head in place, tugging and pulling on his soft, brown hair.

"Yeah? You fucking like this? I bet you would, fucking slut. You gonna cum? Make a mess on your enemy's dick?" Every single word coming out of your mouth was said to mock you. You once declared him as your enemy on twitter as a joke and every since then he's been making fun of you for it.

"Fuck you."

You really tried your best not to humiliate yourself but you chased that sweet feeling of release. Feeling yourself getting closer, you tugged on his hair closer but not close enough that would make you look at him.

"If I cum now, it's definitely not because of you, weirdo."

"Aw, is weirdo the only thing that came to your mind right now? Have i fucked you dub enough already? Little bitch. My fucking bitch, aren't you? Getting turned on by filthy, insulting words. Of course you would.'

Ignoring everything he's just said you let your eyes roll in the back of your head before letting go. You creamed around his cock while his thrusts not once haltered.

Were you embarrassed? A little bit. But you'd never admit it. Another thing you'd never admit is that it felt really good getting fucked brainless by the guy you've absolutely hated.

#zeroistyping #smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #georgenotfound smut #gnf smut imagine #gnf smut

[celestialking]

SO SO SO CC! Gnf x Amab Reader where George is a Dom bottom ( if you write that ) and has the reader fuck him roughly and spanks ( or slaps ) him if he goes to fast

Aye o7 ! ^w^

A blurb for you ♡

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Warnings: amab, slapping (only like once or twice but still be careful, also never written that)

Curse George and his pretty privilege. It always roped you into doing what he wanted. For example now.

George had draped himself on the bed a bit seductively. You already knew what he was about to say.

"I deserve a prize for winning don't I?" He grinned

"I mean, I guess you did win,"

"Right so I get to choose the prize hm?" You shifted closer watching as his eyes darkened with every step of yours.

What humiliating thing for his pleasure would he convince you to do this time? Although you wouldn't dare admit to the excitement buzzing through you.

Finally he chose his prize. "You get to fuck me,"

Hook and sinker.

In your excitement to be the one fucking this time you didn't question if that statement held secret add-ons until you were pushing in. It was almost too easy.

George gripped your face as you bottomed out. "I control the pace," with a pitiful whine you agreed to his terms. Luckily he just wanted it fast and rough.

God he felt so good around you, tight and warm. You pushed on his legs letting you be able to reach deeper. Noises of pleasure bubbled from George's lips drowning out your own moans.

Suddenly George's hand met your cheek. Bringing back that buzzing sensation. You moaned letting him do as he pleased.

"You're going too fast," he breathed out between soft grunts. "Slow down,"

You apparently didn't slow down quick enough as his hand met you again.

Your hips jolted forward,but complied. "Good boy," he murmured.

Maybe you wanted to go faster though. The look in George's eyes dared you to do it again. And just maybe you will.

#celestial:whispers #celestial:scribbles #celestial:gnf #celestial:mcc

[luvvdwt]

Okay but imagine Gnf overstimming you just for his own pleasure. He’s kinda like a soft-mean!dom you didn’t even do anything wrong to get a punishment but he insists “it’s just so you don’t forget our rules love.” I can lowkey see him with a vibrator to your clit at the highest setting and him pounding into you, at this point you’ve came 5 times and so has he so the sheets are messed up and you’re like a completely different world and he just keeps going “such a pretty brainless slut.”

😫😵‍💫 I have issues okay

no bc…. hello?????

i will always vouch for george n overstim 😵‍💫

likes to see you cry when it gets too much “you’re so pretty when you cry, little slut”

#mcyt drabbles #mcyt imagines #mcyt smut #dwt smut #gnf smut #karl jacobs smut #sapnap smut #georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound imagines

[r4in-nsfw]

could we get dom!gnf hcs? everyone writes gnf as sub but I feel he's very demanding in his own manner

oh my god

hes secretly really possessive, idk he just gives off that vibe and hes just such a dom in general

he likes spanking you, loves seeing the red handprint after.

breeding, he seems to just love marking you up on the inside, his seed dripping down ur thighs

super soft aftercare

teasing

my god he loves teasing

Thats it for now ml´s

#georgenotfound smut #gnf smut #georgenotfound imagine #mcyt smut

[dnf-fic-recs]

Hello! You are doing god's work, and I wanted to ask how you do it? As in, how do you go about finding the fics that people are asking about, is it down to memory and what you yourself (selves) are reading? Is there a team of people discussing an ask together, or a group chat to hash it out? And how much fanfiction do you need to read to keep up to date for the blog?

Sorry, I've just always been so curious as to how these blogs work! I was thinking about starting up one myself years ago for a different fandom but never did because I just didn't know how to start, so I'd be super stoked if you shed some light on it all! (you obviously don't have to answer though if you don't want to lmao)

So we are a group of 3 mods that run this account.

For finding books, I (mod sparkle) search through tags or if I recognise the books will search my history/bookmarks. I think a lot does come down to memory and help from our followers and each other of course! We don’t have a group chat but when a person asks for a certain type of fanfic, we leave it in our drafts for a while so the other mods can add any other fics that come to mind. I used to read fan fiction very often but have had to stop recently due to irl stuff with school but if I ever have time I will!

heyy its mod holiday here! i read a LOT of fanfic and kept a massive google docs of the ones i really like from mcyt and other stuff. i have VERY specific fanfiction standards so i generally recommend only stuff i think is genuinely good. i'll go through random troupes and search through the whole tag and click whatever looks interesting. i'd say my biggest downfall tho is that i only read completed works haha. same as sparkle, sometimes i recognize a fic and sometimes i run through tags that i think would be associated with it (ex. somebody wanted a dom gnf fic so i went thru the WHOLE gnf dom tag) and if not from there i pray one of y'all know it.

i (mod star) don’t read a lot of dnf fics anymore but am pretty familiar with ao3’s search system so the only things i can help with atm is searching for lost fics and if someone sends in a request for an older fic i might remember it! unfortunately it doesn’t seem like i’m super active only because most people are searching for 18+ fics and i, alas, am not 18 yet.

the #1 thing id recommend is getting an organization system for tagging and a set of tags you repeat for your own posts (like we do #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fics etc.) the organized tags for fics (fluff fics, smut fics, etc) makes it super user friendly too :)

#not a fic #mod holiday #mod sparkle #mod star #star is inactive so just us! #hello it’s mod star here i’m not inactive #just not into dnf fics as much #asks #anon

[masochisticgnf]

Just wanted to give a lil sneak peak of some dnf smut that I’ve been working on

It should be done fairly quickly!

warnings: dom/sub themes, pain, tickling, restraints

The brunette shot up in the seat with a scream, pleading out nonsense behind the tape, undoubtedly begging Dream to stop. His smile grew as he used more pressure, letting out a shaky breath when George’s hips bucked up on their own accord, rutting into the air briefly before slamming himself back down onto the seat.

“What’s wrong, baby? Does it hurt?” Dream made his voice sound small and whiny, mocking the older boy as he brought his free hand up and into George’s hair, gripping it tightly and yanking his head back slightly to reveal his neck. George nodded his head as much as he could with a whine, squealing when Dream continued pressing. He rolled the sensitive skin between his fingertips again, getting the same long moan from George as it did before. His head fell back against Dream’s hand, letting him support the weight of it with his eyes half shut as he stared blankly ahead, looking at Dream but not fully focusing on him. Dream let go of his hair, pulling away from his head so quickly that George had to catch himself to keep from falling backwards. Dream chuckled at that, moving his hand back down to rest against his thigh before continuing.

“I know it does, angel. Want me to make it stop for you?” The brunette frantically nodded his head up and down, grunting through his whines. Dream removed his fingers from the now reddening bud on George’s chest, only to return to it a second later, but this time to gently flick his pointer finger over the front of it. George cried out as much as he could with his tape gag, shaking his head as he broke out into panicked giggles. He was whining, high pitched and long, with his eyes pleading at Dream as he looked up at the blonde helplessly. Dream reached up to his untouched nipple with his free hand, a wide toothy grin forming on his face when George’s moan broke through his whines, creating one of the most intoxicating sounds Dream had ever heard.

“What? You said you wanted me to make the pain stop! And I did! I didn’t say I’d stop completely, did I, little one?” Dream questioned with a playful tone, tilting his head to the side as he waited for George’s reply. The boy whined and squeezed his eyes shut again as he shook his head twice, dipping his head down and hiding in his shoulder to move his face out of view from Dream. He gently ran his finger back and forth over the bundle of skin, watching as George shook from his laughter. He noticed a bead of sweat forming along George’s hairline sliding onto a stray piece of hair in his bangs, threatening to stick itself to the older boy’s forehead.

“What’s that? You want more tickles? Well, who am I to refuse such a pretty boy?” Dream quickly jumped his hands from their place on George’s chest up to his collarbones, dusting his fingers over the craters above the bones and fluttering them gently at the skin there. The elder slammed his body against the back of the chair, trying to pull away as much as he could to avoid Dream’s hands, but was stopped when the chair had no more flexibility to lean back any further. He pushed up as much as he could off the seat, arching his back and feeling the bottom of his shoulder blades digging into the top of the chair. He opened his eyes and silently pleaded with Dream, shaking his head quickly back and forth as the younger boy continued the tickles.

#dnf #gnf #dream #sub!georgenotfound #sub!gnf #dom!dream #wips #my stuff #mcyt smut

[hadesbullshit]

mcc quotes

"the marvle movie staring canya west and pete daverson"- ranboo

"george held out his halashos cock" -wilbur

"are they like floor bunnys" -goerge

"i am the daddy of this mcc, i cam the dom" -wilbur

"do drugs with me goerge" -wilbur

"i dont even know what drugs are" - gnf

"well all cum together" -sneegsnag

"im going inside of you goerge" -wilbur

"sneeg bruurow like the moll man you where always meant to be" - ranboo

"goerge not found you can sniff some cocane" -wilbur

*falls asleep at computor* -me

#mcc #sorry i feel a sleep half way though #minecraft championships #wilbur soot #ranboo #georgenotfound #sneegsnag #mcc quotes

[vadergf]

George u are not doing the dom gnf truthers a favor rn can u be more assertive😕

[deadduvznap]

I'm back, my complete thoughts rn are "dom roseboy Georgenotfound"

I mostly am thinking of roseboy George who works at Quackity's strip club as a stripper completely destroying you because he is jealous of the people in the club flirting with you at the bar.

Your pal, Stolas 💜

im so sorry stolas i dont write gnf i have absolutely no attraction to him i cant im so sorry sob

#im so sorry #idk why i dont #i just dont #sob #here are the askers <3 #beloved stolas #also gm #atlas speaks

[give-me-a-breakk]

i’m in charge [gnf x f!reader]

part 2

word count: 1,482

warnings: SMUT, masturbation, handjob, begging, cum, dom george at the end

summary: after forgetting something on your way to the store, you return to your house and hear moaning from upstairs.

“george i’m gonna go grocery shopping, do you need anything?” you tell your boyfriend who was sat on the couch.

“hmm, get me some...” he continues to ask for some snacks he wanted to try since he moved to america.

you raise your eyebrows and realize your trip to the store had been extended, now that you have to find him those snacks.

“well, okay. i’ll be back in.. about an hour.”

george nods and hold his arms open. you lean down and give him a hug and a kiss before getting your stuff to leave.

~

you get in your car and pull out of the driveway, but there’s something that’s bothering you as you leave. it feels as if you forgot something. as you drive for a few minutes, only making it a block or two away from the house you remember what you forgot. you turn back to go home and get it.

as you arrive back at your door, you turn the key in the doorknob and enter. george is not in sight so you assume he already went back upstairs to your bedroom, or maybe he went to his streaming room to edit something.

you’re rummaging through the couch cushions, looking for your lost item, when suddenly your interrupted by a very subtle noise. it was quiet and coming from upstairs, you almost didn’t even hear it. your entire body freezes, listening for it again.

then you hear it again. it sounded like george moaning.. there’s no way it could be though, maybe your mind was just in the gutter right now. this time, the moan-like noise was followed by your name.

“y/n..”

‘okay, that’s definitely george’ you thought. ‘did he hear me come back?’

quickly forgetting about what you were looking for, you walk up the stairs, not making much noise, although that wasn’t intentional.

you check george’s streaming room, but it’s empty. then, you walk over to your bedroom and you’re surprised to see the door closed. he usually doesn’t even bother to close it.

you hear heavy breathing as you open the door, but right as your brain can even process that he could be…

you open the door and freeze in the doorway.

you now realize that those noises WERE moans as you see he’s sitting on the bed, jacking off. you can’t help but stare. he looks so pretty in this vulnerable state. his clothes are still on, he just lowered his pants and boxers enough to pull out his cock. his head was thrown back against the headboard and his eyes were closed. one hand was stroking himself and the other was gripping the bed sheets, keeping him extra stable.

he clearly hadn’t noticed your presence, being too distracted by his pleasure. the noises he made and just the sight of him turned you on so much.

you were still in a slight state of shock as you call out his name, wanting him to be aware of you.

“george?”

george’s head whips around, and his entire body jumps as he realizes your watching him. his hand moves away and you can see as his cock stays upright, showing his erection. it’s clear he has no idea what to say as he’s been caught. his eyes drop down and his face turns red, signaling to you that he’s embarrassed.

you gained back your courage and walk towards george, acting off impulse. he tenses up, still ashamed.

you lean in close, lips almost touching, but you stop before they can.

“why would you leave me out of the fun, george?” you ask with a whiny voice.

his hands roam your sides.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he says softly.

he uses the hands that are on your sides to pull you onto his lap and kiss you sloppily. you pull away, and he looks at you, confused. you grab his wrists with your hands that are smaller than his, and hold them on the sides of head.

“well since you left me out of it… don’t you think i should get a turn?”

“and what’re you going to do?” he smirks.

then, you grind against him. the fabric from your pants rubs against his erection, causing a friction that makes his breath hitch from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“i can make you feel good, george.”

“do it then.” he huffs.

you immediately push your lips against his after he says that. your lips move together, and you stick your tongue into his mouth, trying to have control over him in the kiss. this time, he allows you to. your tongue explores his mouth, swirling around his own tongue. the kiss leaves sloppy noises coming from the both of you and echoing throughout your bedroom.

“where’s this energy coming from?” he asks and you can just hear the smirk on his face from his voice.

“shut up.” you say, sighing.

he chuckles. you want full control of him right now, you weren’t having it. you try to squeeze both of his wrists into one of your hands, then you use your free hand to grip onto his face, making him widen his eyes and look straight up at you.            

“right now, you do what i say, okay?”

he smiles. “got it.”    

you move off him, but keep your hand on his wrists, holding them up. your other hand goes to stroke his hard cock, like he had been before. his breath hitches as he tries to conceal his reactions.    

“i want to hear your moans like earlier.” you tell him.

he looks at you, slightly nervous again.

“please, george?”

you finally free his wrists and place gentle kisses that trail down his neck as you take off his shirt.

“just relax...” you say in almost a whisper.

his body relaxes a little, and he melts under your kisses. you go back to stroking him, starting off slow. he groans, arching his body up towards your hand. you brush your other hand against his now bare chest.

his length was already a little wet from what he was doing previously, but you wanted it to be even more slippery, easier for you to stroke. your face moves down to hover above the head of his cock, and you tease him by licking it at first. he lets out a shaky breath, full of anticipation, just waiting for your mouth to drop onto him.

before you give him what he desires, you pump him a few times, still leaving licks on his tip. he was aching at this point, needing to feel your warm mouth around his cock.

“you know… i’ve never heard you beg before.” you taunt him, stopping your movements.

“and?” george says with his half lidded eyes.

you let your saliva fall onto his cock, and suddenly you stroke him as fast as you can, catching him off guard. he doesn’t even have a chance to hold in his moans, all of them breaking through his lips, showing how much pleasure you’re bringing him.

you continue like this, running your other hand through his hair, still leaving kisses and nibbles on his neck.

“fuck!” he moans. and you can tell he’s close as his hips start to make stuttered thrusts into your hand. but before he can cum, you remove your hand.

he looks at you with pleading eyes, “w-what..?”

“i still haven’t heard you beg george.”

in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t care what it takes, he wants you to finish him. that same aching feeling comes to him when you’re no longer stroking him.

“please, y/n.”

you look back at him, stroking him again, but slow enough as to not let him finish yet.

“does it feel good, baby?” you try out the nickname that he usually uses for you instead.

“y-yes. it feels so good.” he says, breathlessly.

you give him a sweet kiss on the lips before returning to the fast pace you had on his dick.

finally, he gets to cum, releasing into your hand. as he did, he screamed your name, seeing how it made you react before.

he laughs. “i really should let you do this more often.” he says, still out of breath.

you laugh too, kissing him again.

“but, it’s just too easy to have you under me, screaming my name.”

you roll your eyes at him.

“what? you don’t believe me?” he says, taking on the look he usually does when he’s in control.

you stay quiet.

“cat got your tongue?” he teases. “this is more like it. acting all pathetic.”

he pushes you down onto the bed, roughly pulling your hips towards him. he pulls down your pants and starts to rub you through your underwear. he looks up at you.

“i’m gonna make you cum in my mouth over and over again, until you remember who’s in charge.”

#georgenotfound x f!reader #dream #georgenotfound x y/n #dsmp fanfic #dsmp smut #dream team #georgenotfound #minecraft #streamer x reader #streaming #twitch #gnf smut #gnf x reader #georgenotfound x reader #smut #dsmp

[kittybuggy]

Dom!gnf is growing on me... Maybe I'll write something

[fynciii]

// sub Dream, dom George, spitting in somebody’s mouth, degradation kink

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thinking about George spitting in Dream’s mouth,,

Dream’s on his knees, sticking his tongue out and looking up at George like a little slut, and George decides to just spit in his mouth.

Dream pulls his tongue back in immediately, letting out a cute little moan, and George laughs, looking at him incredulously “wait did you really just fucking get off on that? what a fucking dirty little whore, my pathetic little slut, able to get off on just that”

#sub dream #dom george #spitting in mouth #degradation kink #dreamnotfound smut #dream smut #georgenotfound smut #sub dream smut #dnf smut #gnf smut #mcyt smut #nsfwmcyt #short #spitting in mouth2 #degradation kink2