#Dreamnotfound smut

[grace122]

so george is doing a meet & greet at twitch con and my nsfw ass just HAD to make a fic about it about if he missed it due to dream🤭(link about him going to meet & greet here!)

early mornings, hotel room(dnf)

 summary: george gets a call to let him know he’s late for his meet and greet but turns out he has other things booked

9:25 am

*ring ring*

"fu-fuck dream, wait"

*ring ring*

"wait let me get my p-phone"

george reaches for his phone shaking slightly as he picks it up with dream still deep inside him "hello?" he answers trying to act normal "george! your meet and greet is in 5 minutes, where are you?" sapnap yells through the phone causing george to wince at the sudden yelling, he holds his phone slightly farther from his ear before answering "mh, i really don't feel good all the sudden i think i've caught the flu" he lies earning a quiet chuckle from dream that the phone doesn't pick up, he slowly starts to thrust in and out of george and finds an angle that hits george's prostate dead on.

George's eyes almost roll fully back into his head and his mouth drops open as he tries not to moan out "i don't know what to do for you, want me to come up to your hotel room and bring some medicine?" sapnap says causing george to immediately snap back to reality "no!" he shouts way too fast causing a long pause before sapnap speaks again "ohh okk?" sapnap says with confusion lacing his voice "i'll be down in maybe 20 minutes" george says gripping onto the blanket beneath him for dear life knowing that probably isn't true "ok bye" sapnap says not even giving george time to hang up as the call ends, george immediately drops his phone letting out a pent up moan "i hate you" he moans causing dream to smirk leaning down to press his body against george's back pressing him into the bed "you love me" he mumbles kissing at george’s shoulder “why are you going so slow” george says trying to get the upper hand by being snarky “careful what you wish for george” dream warns earning a quiet scoff from george “i can barely feel it” george says and in that moment he knew he fucked up.

Dream didn’t hold back one bit, the bed was continuously hitting the wall and dream had put his huge hand over george’s mouth to muffle the cries that were spilling from the british boys lips “can you feel it george?” dream asks almost too sweetly “mhm mhm!” george mumbles nodding his head profusely earning a cocky chuckle from dream “yeah i thought so” he says earning a muffled whine from george, dream glances at the clock that reads *10:34* “only 10:34 right now, if i cum inside you quick enough maybe you’ll make it” dream taunts “that is if you’re willing to go with a plug inside you, otherwise you’ll be spending a decent amount of time cleaning the cum out because george, i am so fucking deep inside you right now” dream mumbles earning an even louder cry from george as the british boy clenches around him and squirms for a second before relaxing again “did you just cum from that?” dream asks causing george to nod with a quiet whimper “god that’s pathetic, m’gonna fill your ass with my cum and then we’ll go from there hm?”

[pandas-nsfw]

I'll let you guys vote again;

♥ → Dnf

🔄 → Karlnap

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

nutember pieces

day 5. somno.

dream and george.

It's a cricket-less night. It's one in the early morning.

A soft creak from the slowly opened door fills the silence of Dream's and George's room. A pair of sneakers pad across the dusty floor, the intruder approaching the man sleeping lone on the big bed. He glances at the man, who's back faces up in his sleep, a peaceful face leaning to one side, and a light snore buzzing out of his nose.

Under his balaclava, he smiles. He's all dressed in black, and his face is all covered but those pair of green eyes that gaze with a fuzz of lust.

Poor George. Poor, beautiful George, he says to himself, chuckling dark before going onto the cushion and over the man's body.

George, on the other hand, is not much of a heavy sleeper—he can feel a strange sensation over his head that's causing him to gain a bit of his senses. He senses fingers running lightly across his hair, and some incoherent sounds that may apparently be someone's voice.

His sleepiness further melts when the blanket is slipped off of him that a cold breeze merely touches his legs, but is replaced by the warmth of another pair of legs along with the gradual weight of a body on his back and on the mattress. It doesn't take much to recognize that someone broke into his house. What does he want from me? he asks himself.

The answer hits him in a blink the moment a pair of lips come in contact with his bare neck.

George's lips quiver, stopping himself to make a sound against the trail of kisses that leave warm, tingling sensations across his skin. It gets irresistible to groan by the minute and it doesn't help the fact a hand holds onto his arm in a delicate way, squeezing it ever so tender as the intruder grazes kisses onto his shoulder.

He lets out a slow sigh, thankful when the lips depart his skin. The man chuckles, again muttering incoherent words because of the haze of drowsiness George fights to keep in his body.

But he gets closer and closer to sobriety once a hand tugs on the waistband of his pajamas, then slipping out of it before the hand's warmth takes over on a part of his ass.

George's breath shivers in fear of teetering into being awake, but he tries to keep his face in an unfazed expression, assuming the intruder is staring at him while he moves his hand around his ass—it's smooth and fluffy, fondling and squeezing it before giving it a slap. George lets out a gasp that turns out as a sharp, loud snore before the whole room goes silent.

The intruder chuckles, his words starting to become less muffled to the ears, but not enough to clearly hear them. George is anxious once he recognizes the warmth of his body from arousal and the goosebumps that come with it—he's getting fully awake and it's harder to resist moving a muscle. The intruder could've just made things easy with chloroform or any sleeper agent that can put George's consciousness off of the shit that is being done to him, but no—apparently, he wants to torture George with his touches, and soon enough the man would be able to give in to his teases.

But George won't let that.

So throughout the kisses, the butt slaps, and the occasional fisting on his hair, he keep pulling through the pretend of sleep long enough to gain some drowsiness again.

Right as he's about to succumb into sleep, he hears the sound of unwrapped plastic, and feels the weight of the body on his back again.

The unsettling feeling comes within him when he feels a warm air passing by his ear.

Realization grows into him quick. And now, he knows he's royally fucked.

"You think I didn't know you were awake. Weren't you, George?"

Moments later, the room is filled with George's moans as he is pounded half-awake and masturbated onto the creaking mattress, one hand fisting his hair and the other hand ramming his manhood—the noisy collision of the waist against the butt cheeks sound like hand claps from the intruder's hard thrusts. George wanted to speak in protest, but the words all drown into lewd sounds out of his lips.

"Fuck, you're so tight," the intruder mutters under his breaths. His head turns back and forth at occasional paces, loudly sighing as he lunges and pulls out of George. Both of them are covered in sweat underneath their thick clothing, their breaths trembling from tensing their muscles, the heat of the room unbeaten no matter how much the outside cold leaks through the fogged windows.

George feels a knot twisting in his stomach as he can feel himself getting close to the climax.

"U-Ugh, I'm gonna c-cum," he says, shaking his head to be any more sober.

"I'm getting close t-too, shit," the intruder responds.

They both make simultaneous moans, thrusts getting harder, deeper, and faster, while they're quickly being robbed of air until the sweet, sweet peak of orgasm hits them hard that they collapse on the bed, one on top of the other. The intruder immediately gets rid of the balaclava to properly haul some air, George keeping his head up to avoid suffocation from facing the pillow in front of him.

The intruder rolls out of George's body, facing towards the ceiling before George rolls to look at the man who assaulted him in his sleep. His expression softens upon seeing a pair of green eyes, and a warm smile on those plump, kiss-tempting lips.

"Did I do good?" Dream asks, chest visibly up and down from deep breathing.

"No." George says, raising an eyebrow. "You did me dirty."

Dream's face switch into confusion. George's lips gradually curve into a wide smirk.

"And I love it."

[core4writes]

Hotel Room // dnf

a/n: dnf fic = the cure for everything

also this fic was inspired by this song hotel-montell fish (this song is just soooo secy to me oml 😩😫😫) anyway i feel like dnf today so lets go!!

trigger warning: light smut, cursing, mentions of cheating

dream x georgenotfound

♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

when i met you in that hotel room

fuck when is dream coming? was all that george was thinking in his mind, this was the first time george was going to have an affair let alone do it with a man. george was sitting on the hotel bed bouncing his leg up and down, nerves shocking through him every second. "i should have never came." george grabs his work bag, tights up his tie and grabs his car keys to leave. as approaching the door to leave a knock on the door echo's, george looks through the rusty peep hole to see who it is.

it's dream, george opens the door. "what took you so long?" george ask as dream walks in to put his stuff down "my wife kept asking quetions, i just told her im doing an extra shift." dream chuckles.  

i could tell that you were so bad news

dream and george, siting next together in the bed. "why did you agree to this?" dream breaks the long silence, looking over at george who dares not to hold eye contact. "why not." his voice slips out, dream takes a second to think.

"but this is so outta character for you, your always the "good" boy who goes to work on time and never calls a day off, your the "good" boy that loves his wife. so why are you here? am i an bad influence on you or something?" dream smirks knowing that george was gonna break anytime soon, "maybe are are a bad influence, but you make me feel things."

but i keep messing with ya, messing with ya

george looks back at dream, just to see that dream is already looking. "what type of things?" dream puts his veiny hand on george's thigh, "you know." george face gets all red "stop, that." george removed dream's hand off his thigh and stands up in front of dream, "what? y'know i love seeing you get all hot and bothered." dream stands up in front of george, looking down at him.

and now your messing with me, messing with me

the long intense stare they were giving each other right now, you couldn't tell if they wanted to kill each other or fuck each other. "well show me." george licked his lips "what?" dream furrowed his eyebrows, "show me how much you love seeing me all hot and bothered." george pulls dream in by the tie and pulls him into a kiss.

george lips were warm and soft. as dream we're soft and rough, george parted his lips a bit allowing dream's tongue to slip inside.

their tongues tangled and went to war in their locked mouths, battling madly for dominance.

dream pushed george on top of the bed getting on top, their bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. dream could taste their shared breath, as they fumbled to take off one another’s clothes. sparks felt like they were flying in the air every time they kissed.

all of the sudden dream gets a call on his cell phone, its his wife. dream picks it up and gets up off the bed to talk to her, george sits on the bed waiting patiently for something to happen.

dream gets off the phone with his wife, "i gotta go." dream rushes to get his clothes on. george looks around confuse "wait why?" dream chuckles as he buttons his pants "the wife needs me." he re-ties his tie and grabs his suitcase "until next time." and just like that dream leaves, and he leaves george all hot and bothered.

"until next time." george says with a sigh

[justpuppylove]

DREAM TEAM NSFW HEADCANONS

To start this account off right I neeeeedddd to share my nsfw dream team headcanons.

Dream✧˚ · .

-Hes an absolute thigh man. He sees your thighs and he physically drools over them. This man would beg to thigh fuck you and he’d for sure leave hickeys all over them.

-On that note, he loves giving you hickeys and love bites. They’re always very gentle though, they usually fade very quickly which gives him an excuse to do it all over again

-He’s for sure more of a top but at the same time he’d get into his knees for you. He’d let you think you have control only to flip you over and make you scream for him.

-He can be very rough with you but if he ever seriously hurt you he’d be in debt to you forever. No matter how rough he is with you he always checks on you to make sure you’re okay, he makes sure a safe word is established and that you’re comfortable enough to tell him if anything he does is really too much.

-This man gives amazing aftercare, he’s always the sweetest after he fucks you into the mattress.

Sapnap｡.｡➶

-He’s definitely a hard top, he loves to see you all fucked out underneath him.

-You can expect a really hard fuck by making him jealous, which is extremely easy to achieve. He needs you to know you’re his and he’ll do anything to hear you tell scream his name.

-He for sure has a daddy kink but he’s too embarrassed to admit it. Its always such a treat for him to hear you call him daddy, you can always use this to your advantage.

-He loves embarrassing you while you’re fucking, he thinks it’s so adorable how flustered you get because of him, it really boosts his ego.

-After arguments he always makes it up to you by overstimulating you all to hell, which is the opposite of his usual edging and teasing.

George ੈ✩‧₊˚

[this one’s gonna be controversial but I’m gonna stand by it idccc]

-George is more of a top. Although he will bottom for you occasionally he loves to have control over you. He loves when you’re a slutty mess for him.

-He absolutely loves head. Giving and receiving, he just loves it so much. Watching his cum spill out all over your face and looking you in your eyes while he swallows your cum are two of his favorite things.

-Pet names are his absolute favorite thing. Calling you bunny, puppy, baby, etc and watching as it turns you into a mess for him.

-He high key has a breeding kink, he begs to cum inside of you because he just loves filling you up with his kids. After a long round he stares in awe as his cum leaks out of you.

-He loves both praising and degrading. He loves being praised and he loves degrading you. It gives him such a power boost and cannot get enough of it.

Poly Dteam ❁۪ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

-They all love battling for your attention and they all get jealous if they don’t get it.

-They give you all the attention and you always end up w cum all over your body while they tell you how pretty you look and how amazing you did for them.

-They love how embarrassed you get by all the attention and they always tease you for it, they most definitely get off on it.

-Dream loves to sit back and watch while you’re absolutely ravished by the two other men, especially when he can tell you still need him.

-If you give one of them more attention than the other two the one you gave more attention to teases the other men about how they can’t please you like he does.

-The aftercare after a rough fuck from your 3 boys is always amazing, they all clean you up and give you their undivided attention. The cuddles are the best.

[velvet-disc]

grogy collection preview since NO ONE seemed excited to USE IT INTENSELY smh…

[dnfao3tags]

do you have any sfw hybrid fics?😁

dnf-fic-fics did a post for it -> here and i have a few sfw ones on this post -> here

here are a few more:

dnf animal hybrids sfw (mostly just catboy!george)

— george my little meow meow by Anonymous (gen | comp. | 1k)

In which George thinks that being a catboy has it's pros and cons.

— high lazy noon by fensandmarshes (gen | comp. | 2k)

catboy georg. cuddl. no plot only Hug

— working out the beast by ri_bread (teen | comp. | 17k)

Dream the librarian adopts a cat and gets more than he bargained for.

— The Unofficial Official Catboy George AU by undermycoat (teen | comp. | 6k)

Everyone's favorite catboy AU has returned. The title and that line is a joke. Anyway, the only consistent thing about these is George's personality and the fact that he's a catboy. Also the OT3 vibes carry through, even if the chapter (one-shot) only has two out of three Dream Team members. This is just a compilation of all the catboy George stuff I've written. Enjoy.

[grace122]

ok here’s a LITTLE BIT of the dnf fic from antarctica (it’s not finished btw)

[pandas-nsfw]

Bring me to death and make me feel alive.

«Dreamnotfound» [Witch!George & Hybrid!Dream]

Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Warning: Dream's species is unspecified. Mention of hunters, it's indicated that someone died. Use of aphrodisiac. Praise kink. Karl's mentioned. Curse words. George being a power bottom.

A/N: I don't really know how aphrodisiac works, and since this is an AU, the way the aphrodisiac works it's made by me.

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George slipped through the trees as he made his way out of the forest. How come he always lost him? It wasn't even 5 minutes since he last saw him, and yet, there it happened, he lost him again. He probably should put a location spell on him.

He huffed in annoyance once he left the forest, staring at the tall figure in front of him. "Dream." The hybrid shivered at the tone, turning around to face a very angry and very dangerous witch. "Hi..." He mumbled with a nervous smile. "How come I always lost you when we enter the forest?", He brunette walked until he was face to face with the tall Hybrid, that tried to shrink at the angry stare his companion was giving him.

"I don't like forests...", He mumbled, his animal ears turning down. He lifted his eyes full of guilt, making eye contact with the other male. George sighed, accepting defeat as he knew he wouldn't get a better answer. "Alright, you wait here while I search for ingredients in that dangerous and full of witch-hunters forest." He remarked the words 'witch-hunters' as he turned around to walk inside the forest, knowing that Dream had a strong sense of protection when it comes to him. As if protecting George was a must for him.

Dream ears immediately perked up. Green glowing eyes staring at the short and weak figure in front of him. He let a small grow, knowingly of the witch's intention, but he could not fight his own instinct of protecting him. "Fineee. I'll go with you." He mumbled with resignation.

The young witch smirked in victory at the words. "Thank you Dream~", it was clear he enjoyed the victory of his acts. Taking the hybrid by his hand and walking into the forest.

Dream followed him nearby. He knew the older male knew his way towards the place of his ingredients, but so did the hunters. He couldn't understand the fear for witches some people had; magic was awesome and comfortable, why should that be bad?

The hybrid gazed at George's scars, the ones located on his arms. They were made by hunters trying to imprison him to sold him or trying to kill him. It made his blood boil each time he remembered. George didn't deserve those scars.

But if he had to admit something, the scars just made George look more hot than average. It was his way of letting the world know that they didn't succeed in pushing him down. And George was hot when he had a girl boss confidence.

They walked into the forest glade; the only location in the whole forest that had those special mushrooms the witch needed. George immediately sat on the grass to start picking them carefully. Dream never understood why George liked to work with so dangerous mushrooms over all the types of mushroom that existed.

"I can hear two people near!" A voice from afar reached the males ears. George immediately got up, reaching out for Dream's protection. Dream's ears perked up, trying to figure out the location of the possible threats. "George... When I say 'go', start running as fast as you can for the way we came in. I'll distract them and follow you, alright?", Dream whispered to George, green orbes faced brown eyes fulfilled with worry. "I don't want to leave you behind..." The brunette whispered back, holding Dream close. "I know, and you won't be alone for a long time, you just do that, alright? We'll be safe", the blonde hated making promises. It was something he learned to resent as time passed by. But when George was looking at him with the same worry as him the first day they met; he knew he had to make that promise.

"Alright... I trust you", the brunette mumbled, ready to start running as soon as the words left Dream's mouth.

A couple seconds passed until Dream rammed towards two armed figures. "Go!" He yelled, gazing the tiny figure of George running as fast as he could through the forest he knew so well. The brunette was safe, now it was time to take care of the threats.

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George felt his heart beat faster than he could process. His chest hurt painfully with the sorrow of leaving Dream behind with the hunters. He knew how to do magic, and he could attack the hunters perfectly; if it wasn't that they always carry magic suppressors with themselves.

George ran until he was out of the forest, near 'wild' cows and sheeps. He let himself rest near a tree, some sheeps coming and resting alongside him. He was worried about Dream; did he make it alive? Was he fine?

Guilt started to crawl up on his spine until it drowned his poor heart. "Dream..." He mumbled in a soft tone, hugging himself in fear of never seeing his best friend again.

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He didn't know when did he fall asleep. All he knew is that he woke up by the movement. Wait, movement? Who was moving him? Did the hunters reached out to him!?

As fast as tiredness and sleepiness let him; he opened his eyes to gain knowledge of his whereabouts. His heart beat in surprise and delight when he realized it was Dream who was charging him. He was clinging into the Hybrid by his back.

Dream didn't show signals of acknowledging the brunette woke up until George tried to made himself a little bit more comfortable. A soft smile crossing his lips. "Morning sleepy-head", he hummed with a smile, nuzzling a bit on the brunette's neck.

"Morning Dream", the brunette yawned, letting himself be charged by the blonde one. "What happened?" He asked with slight worry on his tone. "There were two hunters, but I got rid of them." He explained like it was nothing, and sometimes the desire for blood the hybrid had scared him.

"Alright..." George yawned again. Dream chuckled a little bit. "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when we reach our home", the blonde promised. "Mhm".

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Once they reached the house, Dream opened the door only to put George on his bed. He shook his body slightly, only enough to wake him up. "Mmm?" Those wonderful honey eyes opened up to stare at him in a mesmerising way. "We reached home", the blonde was quick to recover.

George sat on his bed as he saw at both sides, recognising his own room. "Alright, thank you Dream, now it's better to get to work" the witch walked out his room, Dream quickly following behind like a dog.

"You cannot distract me while I'm making this new potion, alright?", Dream quickly nodded as he sat on the floor; next to George's seat. George would usually reprimand Dream when he sat on the floor instead of the seats besides George, but he knew that it was kind of useless at this point in life. Dream spent most of his life being treated like a pet, so he often received orders of sitting on the ground like a vulgar dog.

George sighed when he saw him, but petted his head nonetheless. A soft smile crossing his lips at Dream's unconscious 'purr'. Dream liked to be petted, to receive treats and being told he was good. George found it amusing once he discovered it. "Be a good boy?", The question was made more for the teasing side that an actual order, but Dream was quick to nod. Even if he knew George didn't like to give him orders as if he were a mere pet, he knew he would have to be crazy not to follow a simple order those sweet lips commanded.

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George kept working on a new potion. It looked pink with slight orange tones, kinda like a sunset in plain rain. Dream was curious, trying to take a better look of the potion itself. It smelled sweet; like a bakery. "What does that potion do?", Dream asked once George left the potion to rest on the table.

"I still don't know, I read the potion recipe in one of Karl's books and decided to give it a shot. The name of the potion was written in siren language so I couldn't understand it". George shrugged, gazing at he potion from time to time. "Can we taste it later?", Dream asked with intrigue, he had the feeling that the potion would be more entertaining if both of them drink it. Luckily for him; George accepted the idea.

"I don't see why not, it's not like Karl likes to have dangerous potions with himself", George shrugged. His fingers running carefully through the blond hair.

Dream let his head rest over George's tights, a sound close to a 'purr' coming out of his chest at the comfort. His ears were down, enjoying the pet George was giving to him. "You're like a pup each time I pet you", the witch mumbled. His delicate fingers still playing with the blond mess Dream's hair was. "I like it when you pet me", Dream muttered, snuggling unconsciously into George's tights. George chuckled, his hands never stopping his actions. "Alright, I'll take note of that".

The potion was ready, and George took it carefully. It now was a tone of pink with red, as of it were a 'Valentine's Day' potion. George took a sip of the bottle. It was warm and sweet. He didn't remember any other potion that was this sweet. He saw Dream take a sip as well of the bottle, a disgust look on his face that made George laugh. Dream didn't usually like sugary things.

It didn't seem like it had an immediate reaction. So George closed it and saved it alongside other potions. He'll put it a name later.

He sighed, but turned around immediately when he heard a whimper come out of Dream's lips. "Dream, are you good?" He asked with worry, he truly wished that the potion wasn't harmful to hybrids. "Dream-", a small whimper escaped his lips again. But it wasn't a sound of being hurt but... arousal. George hoped he wasn't as red as he felt himself be.

"Fuck that goddamn potion..." The blonde mumbled breathless. His breathing was different, as if it got deeper in a matter of seconds. His cheeks were in a pretty red, and his hybrids parts were moving continuously. George's hand caressed Dream's cheeks. "Are you hurt, Dreamie?" He forced himself to ask, smiling sweetly when Dream shook his head. "You made a fucking arousal potion, you brat", Dream cursed out of breath, his head resting on the floor as if he had no energy for more.

"That's a little bit mean, Dreamie~" he taunted, still caressing him. A hot feeling appeared on his stomach, making his body shake for it. "O-Oh, I think the potion's effect started now" he mumbled. Now it was Dream's turn to taunt him. "Poor witchy" he teased, even if he wasn't in better conditions.

Both remained in silence, fearful of what to do next. They truly didn't want to wait until the effects were over, it was a pain for their body, but how could they get rid of it?

Dream blushed at a thought. What if they...? «No.» he told himself, «I'm not fucking George just because a fucking potion made us horny».

George however, seemed to differ on his opinion. "Dream...", The blond looked at the brunette. He looked as pretty as always, but seeing him sexually aroused made him even prettier. "Yeah?", Dream asked, watching carefully all of George's features. "Should we...? Um.. to get.. uh, rid of the effects..." George was a stuttering mess, not because he didn't have the confidence to say it, but because the potion's effects were being a pain in the ass. "Fucking potion" he mumbled and turned around to face Dream. "Should we fuck to get rid of the potion's effects?".

Dream choked on his own spit. He tend to forgot George was bold like this. "W-What?" He sat on the floor, staring in disbelief at the short brunette. "I said-", "I know what you said!" Dream cutted him off. "Don't repeat that..." The hybrid shyly muttered. George hummed at his words, softly brushing Dream's cheeks.

"Dream, does it hurt?" He asked softly, being careful to not push the blonde too far away. Dream nodded, looking away from the brunette. "Dream, darling, look at me" Dream was weak at the nickname, one that George gave him one day by accident but kept it since it made Dream blush in embarrassment. His green eyes did locked with the honey eyes he loved so much.

"Good boy", he whispered sweetly, earning a shy smile from Dream. "Now, I don't want you to feel hurt Dream, and I can feel this is painful, I don't want to know how painful it is for you" Dream wanted to drown himself in George's warm care. Because George cared, George loved him.

The youngest got closer to the brunette's neck. Letting himself rest his body on his. "It hurts too much... Please help me" he whimpered, and that's all George needed to continue.

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Dream layed down on George's mattress. He felt small under the lustful stare of those mesmerising honey eyes. "Are you alright, darling?" George asked carefully, his delicate fingers travelling across Dream's shirtless chest. Dream nodded, his eyes focused on the tiny figure sitting on top of him. "Need you..." He mumbled, pink cheeks turning red. George smiled sweetly. "Need me? You're being quite naughty Dreamie~" Dream whimpered in embarrassment, George only leaned forward to plant a soft peck on his lips "but that's okay, it's cute on you" Dream wanted more than anything for earth to swallow him.

"If it gets too much tell me to stop, alright darling?" Dream nodded, green jewelled eyes concentrated on the playful brunette that sat on his tights. George leaned once again, this time to kiss Dream properly. Dream kissed him back, feeling completely useless at George's mercy. His hands felt like they needed to grab onto something, so he shyly let them travel alongside George's tights and waist. George smiled on the kiss, caressing the hybrid's hands sweetly.

The kiss was soft, slow. Something Dream visibly needed, as he didn't actually know what to do. George bit Dream's inferior lip, passing his tongue into Dream's mouth. A unconscious moan scaped Dream's lips just to be swallowed by George. The oldest caressed his body, making him feel more at ease and lift tensions.

Slowly, the kiss broke apart and Dream could feel the soft lips that were on his seconds ago, travelling down his neck. Dream felt his face get hotter by the seconds. George felt too much, too much and too good for his own sake. He craved the sweet scent impregnated in George's body on him, he craved to feel those strawberry sweet lips on his own again. He craved George.

A soft moan escaped his lips once George had found a sweet spot on his neck. Honey eyes flicking between Dream's face and the spot underneath his lips. Dream felt like sobbing as the weak spot was abused by George's lips. "Ge'rge" Dream whimpered, his hybrid factions starting to move without his command. "Yes, Darling?" He answered sweetly, caressing his waist to calm him down. "It hurts... Please..." Emerald eyes locked themselves with honey ones, and George hummed as he let his fingers travel through Dream's abs. "Alright, I'll take care of you" he promised, leaving a small peck on his lips.

George's kisses kept going down until he reached Dream's pants. He let a small kiss on the crotch just to look at Dream. "Can I take this off, darling?" Dream nodded, a little to eager than what he was trying. George smiled to himself and took off the rest of Dream's clothes. Honey eyes checking him out whole. Dream felt his ears and cheeks turn a bright red. "George-", "So goddamn pretty" the brunette smirked, caressing Dream's body with a soft and greedy touch.

Small whimpers came from the hybrid's mouth, wanting to drown himself on the sweet touch his body was receiving. "George, please", "Please what, darling? Want me to fuck you already?" George asked, staring down at Dream's face. The hybrid looked absolutely gorgeous under his view. Dream could just nod at his words, not being able to bring himself to repeat those words. "I need your verbal consent, pretty boy" Dream straight up moaned at the praise, making George harder than what he already was. "I need you to fuck me, George, please" Dream cried out, George shush him with a small kiss on his lips. "Good boy, thank you for telling me" George smiled softly, as he got himself up the bed to grab a special potion.

"What's that...?" Dream asked, staring down at the transparent liquid inside the bottle. "It's something that will help us so none of us ends up in pain, baby", the brunette explained as he saw once again on the bed. "Now, baby, could you please open up your legs so I can get in between them?" He asked in a soft tone, not wanting to push the hybrid. Dream nodded and opened his legs, a bright red painting his face. "Pretty..." He mumbled, staring down at the witch. George smiled and gave him a little kiss on the lips. "That would be you, pretty boy" George sat between his legs and looked back at the hybrid.

"Darling, what would you prefer? Do you want me to fuck you or you want me to rail you?" He asked as the fingers of his right hand traveled all around Dream's tight. Dream looked with pleaded eyes at George, trying to make a decision. "C-Could you rail me...? Please?" George smiled. "Of course baby" he whispered with affection hanging from the tip of his tongue.

He got up from the bed and started to undress himself, making Dream stare in awe at the brunette. George chuckled as he saw Dream's eyes stare at him; like a kid who stares at a toy they want. "Like what you see, pretty boy?" George climbed the bed once again, and sat between Dream's legs. His fingers traveling through his abdomen and tights. Dream whimpered, nodding eagerly. "George, please" the brunette hummed as he took the potion from before.

"Alright, don't worry pretty, I'll fuck you, but I need to prep myself first" he explained sweetly, ending slightly surprised when Dream's hands took him by his waist. "Dream?", "Let me do it, please" he mumbled, embarrassed with himself. George just smiled and gave him the potion. "As you wish, darling".

George layed down on the bed as Dream made his clumsy way to get on top of George, the brunette whispered sweet nothings and soft praises to him, encouraging him to get on work.

Slowly but surely, Dream had the potion over three of his fingers, and slowly teased the brunette's hole, scared of hurting him. Dream's ears perked up when he heard a pleasure sigh from George. "Darling, don't worry, you won't hurt me, just push your fingers inside of me" he guide him, rubbing his hand with so much care Dream thought he was going to explode.

But Dream followed the orders, accepted guidance in this new area, especially since they came from George. Have his fingers inside of George felt better than what he expected, and George's sounds were an unexpected music he didn't imagine he would like. "So good, Dream" he whispered a sound of praise, making Dream whimper a bit. "Could you please move your fingers, slowly? That way you can prep me for you, darling" he stared at the tall hybrid in front of him with a smile. Dream nodded and followed him silently, his cheeks red as fire and his eyes shining in lust and hesitation. "We can stop if you like, Dream, you're not forced to do anything" Dream shook his head, "just afraid I'll hurt you".

George took his free hand and kissed it. "I trust you, Dream, I know you won't hurt me, go ahead baby, and make us feel good". Dream whimpered, as his fingers moved in and out of George in a slow pace. And Dream's mind fought with itself, trying to keep focus on just one thing. He was dividing himself between keeping control over his fingers inside of George to not hurt him and let himself get lost on George's sweet sounds. It was too much for him.

"Dream, you're doing so good darling" George praised him, reaping a soft whimper from Dream's lips. The brunette let himself enjoy the feeling, although a part of him questioned if it was okay to enjoy being open wide by his best friend. Not that he cared. "You feel too tight George" Dream groaned a bit, making the older male smirk. "If I feel too tight for your fingers imagine for your cock, darling" Dream moaned at the thought, having to use his free hand to shut his mouth. George loved the red face of his cute hybrid.

"You think I'm ready for you cock now?" Dream couldn't help but nod. Slowly taking his finger out of George. "Good boy, now lay down sweetheart, I can't rail you if you don't do that". As soon as his words let his lips, the blond was quick to obey, laying down on the blue mattress expectant of the witch. George chuckled at the sight, "My, my, you sure are needed darling".

George slowly crawled on Dream's body, until he got to sit on his lap. "I'll ask one final time, darling, you sure you want this?" Dream nodded. "Words." Dream gulped, staring into honey mesmerising eyes, "Yes, I want this..." George hummed in acknowledge and located himself over Dream's cock, slowly pushing himself enough for the tip to get it. "O-Oh" Dream moaned, a bit overwhelmed by the warmth he was starting to feel. "Feels good?" George teased him a bit, smiling sweetly at Dream's eager nod.

George kept pushing himself deeper, until he had took all of Dream's length. George and Dream moaned at the feeling, it felt too good and so nice. Dream felt the need to move, but he let George get used to the feeling and his own length. "God- you're stretching me so good now" George groaned, letting his hands hold onto Dream's shoulders. Slowly, torturously slow, George started to move his hips to rail on Dream's dick.

Dream's head fell onto the pillow in a matter of seconds, as if his head was too heavy for him to keep up. The feeling was too good to put into words, and both of them could agree on that. George moaned softly, sweet sounds leaving his lips without restraint. Dream did tried to keep himself shut, but the feeling was too overwhelming to remain silent. "George", the brunette payed attention to the blond's moans. "Yes dreamie?" George asked, rolling his hips on Dream's cock. "Is too good" the hybrid groaned, moving his hands right into George's hips. "Please don't stop" the man mumbled, making the brunette stare at him in amusement.

"Alright, darling, I'll keep on making us feel good~" he promised with a low tone near Dream's ear, just to start railing him once again. He had move a little from the original position, witch made Dream's cock reach deeper. A loud moan escaping George's throat. "So good, fuck, filling me so good darling" George praised him as he moved his hips almost experimentally. Dream felt on cloud 9 and he had barely done anything, the nervousness of hurting George chaining him down to George's mercy.

Dream's head was fuzzy at this point, barely registering George's praises and sounds. He knew he was saying something, he felt his own mouth moving and his throat making noises, but he couldn't process his own words. He loved the feeling of George railing his cock, he wouldn't denied that. It felt like touching heaven without needing wings to fly. It was the same type of warmth of feeling the love of a eternal companion.

He felt George's hand reaching his face, slowly bringing him back to reality. "Back to me, darling?" George asked between soft groans, Dream slowly nodded. "Colour?" The witch asked, his hands tracing down Dream's pecs. "Green..." He slurred out, moving unconsciously his hips going deeper on George, making him moan. "Alright darling, come on, are you close Dream?" The hybrid nodded, feeling his eyes roll back at the high feeling. George broke a smile as he drowned moans on his throat. "Me too, fuck, me too lover boy" George kept on going even faster until the climax reached both of them. Dream moaned as he felt himself coming inside of George.

The brunette let himself fall on Dream's chest, trying to keep his breath steady. He could hear Dream's heartbeat being fast enough to put him to sleep. "George..." Dream mumbled, as he was coming off his high. "Yes, darling?" The brunette muttered as his eyes were shutting down. "Can we bath?" George giggled and looked up at him. "Sure thing, Dream" he smiled, slowly coming out of Dream's cock. "Come on, baby, let's go bath".

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

nutember pieces

day 4. watersports.

dream and george.

It's just a normal day somewhere in a large company. The weather is cloudy at the large window walls of the building, and the floors are almost filled with bustling employees, combined with crowding chatter, occasional telephone rings, and the whip-warp sounds from movements of papers.

At the same time, it's just a normal day as the one for this company's curly-haired executive punishing his freaky, cute secretary.

Long story short, George accidentally sent a picture to Dream that made the man have a hard on in front of the board members. In the middle of the meeting. The picture in question was a top-tier fanart of George in a catmaid suit. The art was done beautifully enough that Dream was mesmerized into shameful horniness.

Thankfully, the people weren't too bothered with this minor inconvenience so he managed to go on until the end of the meeting. Right when all the people left the meeting room but him and George, he looks at the other with a dark frown. George swallowed his throat, knowing that he's definitely in trouble.

It's what lead him to be tied up in a restroom, blindfolded and kneeling against the cold tiles—Dream watches him squirm against the tight ropes while his hands dip into the pockets.

"S-Sir," George drawls, his breaths echoing in the small space."Please Sir, I-I'm really sorry."

"I don't think humiliating me in front of the board members is excusable." Dream says. "You deserve being punished accordingly."

"But it was an accident," he responds, "I didn't r-really mean to. I-I admit, I actually thought o-of sending it to you, but I was busy taking notes on your presentation t-that I accidentally s-sent it—"

"I know it was an accident. But you did admit yourself that you were planning to do it." He huffs, cupping George's jawline to turn his head up to his direction. "And you know what? You could say this punishment is an 'accident' too—except that I intend to because again, you fucking deserved it."

"W-What are you gonna d-do to me, Sir?" He stutters.

"Don't worry, George." Dream's lips form into a smirk as he pulls the necktie off his polo. "You'll find out when I shut your mouth."

"W-Wait, Sir, please! I'm sorry—mmph," George says until he gets cut off with the clean-folded necktie is stuffed into his mouth. He keeps muttering incoherent apologies, and Dream only hushes him while he steps closer, pulling the zipper and bring his manhood out front.

George stops whining through the gag when he feels a stream of liquid pouring down across his suited torso. He loudly moans and turns his head low, helpless in the arousing humiliation that he becomes visibly rock-hard in the crotch. Dream gets so turned on that he moves closer and drags his pee up to the man's face—George moans in a pathetic way that he does a fake sob.

"Hmm, yeah, you like this, George?" Dream mutters, chuckling in ego. "That's what you get for disrespecting your boss."

"Mmph, I-I'm sorry, Sir, I'm s-sorry!" he says although it's muffled through the necktie, but Dream knows well he's apologizing. He moves against the restriction of the ropes, faking soft cries that fill rest assured no one would hear. This is a private restroom, anyway, so all the sobs and pleas remain a music just for Dream.

"Sorry won't be saving you from this, bitch." He chuckles through a lip-bitten smirk. "So fucking shut up and take this pee."

[eclecticjoyride74]

Cover for my fic Until I End Up Dead, named after Dream's song and detailing the events leading up to the songs release. Read Here. Info:

(Rating: E, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dream/George/Sapnap)

In order to promote Dream's new song, the Dream Team take photos for an instagram post. George tells Dream to touch his ass "for the views"; Dream has a praise kink and gets one too many compliments; and they all agree the tension is too much and they should just have sex once and for all.

[magentabed]

Prolonged Release - Karlnap <33

Chapters: 4/6

**Rating: **Mature

Word Count: 5263

Summary: He wasn't supposed to hear it. But after a rather interesting conversation he accidentally overhead between his two best friends through his headset, Sapnap suddenly comes up with his best idea yet to spice up his sex life.

Read here on ao3 !! <3

[justpuppylove]

how do we feel about dream and george in bed? what would they usually do to each other

NSFW DNF HEADCANONS

Oh my god they’d definitely be all over eachother, dream would be grabbing George’s hips and begging him to go faster while George teasingly pulls at dreams hair. They’d both be covered in hickeys and love bites. I feel like dream loves when george rides him just by the closeness of it all. Dream pulling george on to his lap while they tease eachother, dream calling george his prince and praising him so damn much.

God their sex life would be so amazing, dream would beg george to fuck anywhere and everywhere. Airport? Mall? Restaurant? Yes yes and yes. Dream always says there are bathrooms for a reason. George giving dream head while he holds in his whimpers so they aren’t heard. Them stopping whenever they hear someone walk in , and George teasing dream for how needy he is for him.

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[stolasisyourparent]

I have an idea. I need some videos and pictures tho. I need pictures and videos of Georgenotfound, Dream, Karlnapity, Dreamnotfound, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, Foolish, and Punz.

[lotusbee07]

This is dreamnotfound smut! If you wanna read more then go and check out my wattpad page.

Top- Dream

Bottom- George

Summary- George gets a spicy massage 💆

Includes- Daddy kink,Crying kink, Degrading,Dirty talk, Subspace.

3rd person pov

    "Fucking hell-" George groans out and winces once he gets out of bed and stretches. Did I do gymnastics in my sleep of some shit.. George pauses as he thinks before walking to his bathroom and doing his morning routine like Brushing his teeth,Getting in the shower and using the bathroom.

   Soon george walks out of the bathroom in a clean oversized black dream smile hoodie that he stole from the guy himself and a pair of freshly washed white lace panties. What? He thinks it makes his ass look good, Anyways.

   George makes his way out of his room with a slight limp in his step from the pain in his lower back, soon enough he found himself walking into the living room.

He slows his steps to an almost full stop whenever he finds a shirtless dream man spreading on the couch with his phone in his right hand.

   Dream feels eyes on him so he looks up and notices george standing in the middle of the living room starring at him with a kinda dazed look?? But dream doesn't look to much into it and proceeds to say.

   "You okay George?" In a slightly worried tone, The sound of dreams voice makes george almost jump out of his skin.

   "Y-yeah I'm fine" he says after clearing his voice, He can feel that his face is aflame because the room seemed to get hot all of the sudden.

Dream hums in response, George makes his way over to the couch still limping and sits down with a grimace which caught dreams attention.

   Dream stares at George for a moment with a questioning gaze before saying "Are you sure your okay because your kinda walking with a limp and you sat down like your ass hurts.."

   Dream thinks for a while and talks again before George could say something.

   ".. Did you and Sapnap do something last night? I heard noises last night but didn't think to much of it until just now." Dream says with a glare as jealously laces his voice.

George's eyes go wide "WHAT n-no we didn't do anything! I just slept wrong or som-something" George blurts out in a panicked tone and blushes a deep red whenever he realized dream could hear him moaning but doesn't speak up about the noises.

   Dreams face softens some, His face dusted with a light blush from embarrassment of assuming sapnap and George messed around last night.

   "My bad I didn't mean to assume" Dream says in a low whisper like voice, moves closer to George making their knees touch.

   George clears his voice once again out of nerves "No. No its fine I would have probably asked the same thing if it was me in your place." He smiles before giving off a slight laugh making dream smile as well.

An Idea pops up in dreams mind as he places his left hand on George's upper thigh without noticing, George internally screams blushing so much he thinks his face might fall off.

   Holy shit. Holy shit dreams hand is so close to my fucking dick right now... Damn look at those freaking hands. There so big.. Bigger then mine and fuck his hand is veiny too.. I wonder what they would feel like slapping my a-

   "George!" dream yells trying to get Georges attention which worked because he jumps and looks at dream with wide eyes and a Scarlett face.

   "Y-yeAh" George curses himself out in his head for sounding like such a idiot and notices dreams hand is no longer there and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Well I was saying actually more like asking if you wanted me to give you a massage so we can see if that will help but you kinda blanked out on me for almost 2 minutes." Dream laughs out loud.

   George bits his lip before saying "S-sure I guess. I mean just to see if it helps- im not saying yes just so like you could touch me I don't want- well I do want you to touch m-" George slaps a hand over his face so fast it stings.

   Stupid stupid STUPID! George says over in over to himself in his head before looking up at dream seeing a stupid fucking grin on his face, wanting to slap it off of his perfect damn face.

   Dream starts to wheeze making George feel ten times more embarrassed, He starts glaring at Dream and slaps him in the back of the head "Its not fucking funny you bitch".

Dream holds the back of his head and looks at George still having that damn smirk on his face.

   "Whatever you sayyy" Dream says in a sing songy voice, Continues to talk but in a serious tone this time.

   "Take of your clothes." He says with a straight face looking George straight in the eyes. "What?!" George says in a somewhat panicked voice starring at dream like he's crazy before realizing he agreed to the massage so I guess he does have to take of what he has on besides his panties of course.

   Oh shit I forgot all about me wearing this thong. Fuckkk.

   "Oh um okay.." He hesitates before grabbing the him of his hoodie and the shirt underneath taking a breath, Soon lifts the shirt and hoodie over his head in one go trying to get it over with.

He can feel dreams eyes on him but he can not look dream in the eyes right now so his eyes remain on the floor, He swears he hears dream groan but he wasn't so sure because his mind was to fogged up with thoughts.

   Dream swallows the pool of spit in his mouth, Curses himself whenever he feels himself start to get hard.

   "This might be easier on a bed and more comfortable.. So lets go to my room" Dream says in a rough and deep voice making George shiver as he begs his dick not to get hard from dreams voice.

   Dream stands up and starts walking to his room trying to not make it obvious that he's hard in his sweats right now, George gets up as well and trails behind dream like a obedient little puppy and George feels his dick twitch at the thought of actually being dreams pet.

They soon make it to dreams door, Dream opens his door and motions for George to head in first.

   Dreams eyes land on George's ass when he walks into the room, Dream could feel his dick grow bigger at the sight.

   Dream always knew George had a big butt from the times were his eyes would wonder down when George was walking infront of him or whenever George laid on his stomach fast asleep on the couch but damn its so fucking big that it jiggles when he walks.

   Dream almost moans at the sight and stops himself before he starts palming himself from how painfully hard he is.

   "Get on the bed and lay down on your stomach." Dream says in a dominant tone.

George speed walks over to the bed without thinking twice, lays down with his face in dreams pillow and his hands wrapped around over his head.

   He can feel himself going into his headspace but he pushes it back and listens as he hears dream start to move around.

   Dream grabs some massage oil from his bathroom and walks over to his bed before getting on it and straddling George's legs, Making sure George can't feel his hard on because that would be embarrassing.

   George bites his lip when he hears the click of something opening.

   "This might be cold so just a warning.." Dream warns George as he clicks open the bottle of oil and pours some onto his hand and rubs it around to make it not so cold.

   George soon feels cold hands on his upper back making him tense up but soon relaxes and groans whenever he feels Dreams oiled up fingers dig into the back of his neck and make there way to his shoulders getting just the right spots.

Dream is so focused right now which is crazy because his ADHD usually messes with him.

   Once the knots in George's upper back subside he trails his hands down George's spine moving his fingers in circular motions, George moans from how good dreams hands feel on his body.

   Dream almost groans at the sound that George just let out, his dick leaking pre-cum onto his boxers but thankfully his sweats don't have a wet spot on them. Soon his hands find themselves at the edge of George's thong, His fingers tease the hem of them slowly sliding his thumbs underneath but doesn't go any further.

   "Can I?" Dreams asks in a whisper, George answers with the nod of his head but that's not good enough. Dream needs to hear him say it.

George." He says in a gruff voice making George let out a whine indicating that he just went into sub space.

   "Answer me. Use your words." Dream knows that George is in subspace from the way his body is reacting to the words that he's saying and by the way george looks over his shoulder looking at dream with big wide doe eyes letting out a yes before shoving his face back into dreams pillow.

   Dream bites his lips and lets a groan slip past his lips whenever George lifts his hips off the bed making his ass lift into the air.

   Dream wants to rip that thong off, Barry his face in between his ass and eat him out but he refrains, instead slowly takes in off of George and throws it on the floor beside George's other clothes.

George whimpers whenever he feels his exposed dick hit dreams bed. His dick is begging for some friction so his hips buck against the sheets without warning causing him to moan into the pillow.

   Dream grips George's hips stopping him from humping the bed, Leans over him before pressing his lips against the shell of George's ear. "You like this don't you? You like my hands rubbing against your body. Tell me that you love it George. Tell me how much of a slut you are for humping the bed like a damn puppy."

   George moans as he ruts his hips against the bed again, Dream grips harder on his hips making George whine in frustration.

   "Fucking say it George. Tell me how much of a whore you are for wanting my dick this bad." Dream growls out in a cocky voice.

"I'm such a whore for y-your dick daddy. I need i-it bad Please." George sobs out of frustration just wanting dreams dick inside him already.

   Dream grinds his dick against George's exposed ass after hearing George beg and call him daddy.

   "I bet I can make you cum just from my voice by the way your acting." Dream says as he bites into George's neck, George moans loud from the pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

   "I can't wait to fuck your tight ass.. Making you scream when I hit that place inside you that makes you go crazy. I'll fuck you till you can't take it anymore and I'll fill you up so many times that you'll never feel empty." Dream continues to torture George by thrusting his clothed dick against George.

"Cum for me baby."

   George crys out as he feels his orgasm hit him so hard that all he can see is white, his body is convulsing and he's sobbing from the intense pleasure that doesn't seem to stop.

   Dream lifts himself off of George as he watches in awe seeing him shake, moan and cry.

   His hands slide off of George and he flips him over making George's back hit the puddle of cum that's on the bed.

   Dream stares at George's flushed face seeing tears run down his rosy cheeks and down his chin soon dropping onto the bed. Dream has never admitted this to anyone but seeing people cry from pleasure turns dream on a little bit to much.

George opens his eyes as he feels hands on his face wiping away his tears, looks up at dream and blushes he's to tired to be embarrassed right now and all he's gotta say is that that was the best orgasm in my life. He smiles and Dream smiles back at him.

   "Did my massage help?" Dream says with a smirk and a hint of cockiness laced in his voice.

   George grabs the back of dreams head and kisses him catching him off guard but dream soon kisses him back.

   George pulls back "It helped a lot,I gotta say that was the best massage ever." He says with a huge smile.

    "We should do it again." George says while looking dream in the eyes.

   "Definitely".