#george davidson x reader

[teen-antisocial]

Man After Midnight - Matpat x reader

TW: Collen Balinger, mention of death

The air was still. No breeze. No wind. No rain. No warmth. It was haunting. The group of youtubers had been at Everlock for about 3 hours, making it half past 12. Y/N Davidson had been constantly on edge. She had won about 2 challenges out of the 4 that have happened. She had just witnessed her best friend, and crush, die. He lost a challenge to Manny, and it was heartbreaking to see. She looked at him before it happened, he couldn't move which triggered her to do the same.

She hoped all this was a nightmare and she would wake up and watch the late show in her flat all alone. Normally she would hate to spend the evening on her own, but right now. She would take it. Y/N couldn't bring herself to watch another friend die. She was currently fighting survivors guilt.

Currently, she is sitting next to Joey, listening to him rant on about something to do with the league of evil he's with. She just wanted him to shut up. That league is the reason Mat was dead. Nothing could convince her otherwise. Autumn winds started blowing outside the window, possibly a sign the curse was wearing off maybe? Probably not!

It made her so depressed to look around the room and see the gloom. However she didn't blame anyone, the best player had just died. Who wouldn't give up? By this point all the players had. Y/N found herself praying to herself. Praying for someone to come and save them. 'is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer?' she wondered, looking around the room.

Suddenly, Nikita placed a bottle in front of her. "Drink up sunshine, you can't give up now!" She stated "Mat would want you to fight for your survival, to live your life, not to give up!" All Y/N could do is nod and take a swig of her drink. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight" she thought to herself as she took the sip. "Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away"

All Y/N wanted to do was go home and give her brother the biggest hug ever. Tell him she's sorry for everything she had ever done to him. This mission really made her realize that tomorrow isn't always promised. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight" she repeated hoping something would happen. "To lead me through the darkness to the break of the day"

This seems like something a movie star would film for a horror film. It's crazy to think she was living it. Looking around, she realized the next task was being read out loud. She needed to stop day dreaming and get her head into focus. She needed to survive. For George (her brother) , for her family. She couldn't let them down by giving up and dying.

"Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win! It's so different from the world you're living in" Calliope states, great another riddle. After a while of thinking, Y/N finally says something.

"It must be about children, they live in the same world yet it's so different to the world we live in. They have an imagination, and see the world in bright colourful rainbows."

"True, but why would there be a task involving children?" Manny asks, raising an eyebrow

"Well this entire carnival is messed up, it wouldn't surprise me if there were children involved"

"Wait! Y/N/N you're onto something there! Think about it! Maybe there are not fully children. Maybe they are dolls. They are so common at these things, aren't they? Think about it! It makes so much sense!" Colleen agrees

"So you mean to tell me that we might have to fight killer children!" Rossana comments

"Doll children but basically" Joey says

Y/N found herself hoping again that all this was a nightmare, she was going to stop day dreaming and then be in her living room. She would be tired of the TV and she opens a window and she gazes into a night but there's nothing to see, no one in sight.

Y/N doesn't know when, she had been silent and following the others, but they had found themselves in a room with a maiden of madness. God help whoever had to be put in there. It's gonna hurt. She hoped it wasn't her. The tarret cards were put at the front and Calliope brought Colleen up to do the first vote.

She looked around the room, at all the people who were there. Somehow she wondered who would most likely go after her. Y/N! It clicked! Y/N would want revenge about what happened to Mat. Of course she would vote for Colleen. She debated on whether to tell or not. In the end she decided to.

"I'm voting for Y/N" she said emotionless "she wants me dead, and I am planning on surviving!"

"Is there a man out there, someone to hear my prayers!" Y/N screamed internally, hoping if she prayed hard enough she wouldn't be put in the box.

Before Colleen could step back from placing a vote, Safiya said something "why would Y/N want you dead. In every challenge she has voted for herself of Joey!"

"I voted for Matt Safiya! She's going to want me dead!"

Y/N's heart broke. She had defended Colleen to Mat almost a dozen times and yet this is how she repaid her. "You voted for Mat?" She whispered

Colleen didn't know what to say, she assumed Y/N knew, and had voted her into a death trap. No one said a word, until Joey went up, "look I'm sorry Colleen but, I'm going to vote you in, you can't just vote someone in for a reason like that!"

"Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight! Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away!" Y/N said internally as she stepped up, she looked at all the names. She didn't want to start drama, and so she subtly put Colleens card forward, making her vote hidden!

Quite a lot of people voted for Colleen, there were a few random votes here and there due to lack of cards in Colleen's pile. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight, take me through the darkness, to the break of the day!" Y/N internally prayed again, nerves twisting in her stomach, her heart beat quickening by the second. She feared that she was going to be the one to go in.

The cards were shuffled, and a card was chosen. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight won't somebody help me chase the shadows away" another silent prayer. Calliope took a card and looked at it, "gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight take me through the darkness through the break of the day!"

"The disco dancer" Calliope announced showing the card to the rest of the group. Colleen shook her head, as Joey and Safiya grabbed her. Y/N stood at the back of the room with Rosanna as the rest of the group put Colleen in the box, despite her screams and pleas for mercy. None were listened to. As the doors shut, Colleen let out a scream as powerful as banshee, causing the group to cover their ears.

A tear gently fell down Rosanna's face, this felt immoral to her. Slowly, the group headed back to their safe space, making sure they had the artifact. Through investigation, the group found out that they could revive one person. Y/N was laid on a sofa as Safiya and Joey discussed who to bring back. Manny and Nikita sat on another sofa, while Rossana sat on her own playing with Matt's badge.

Y/N found herself drifting to sleep, she needed the sleep, she couldn't sleep though. She needed it though. Before she could properly drift off, the two came over and announced they had chosen someone. The group sat and looked around, wondering where the said person was. Wondering, if it even worked.

"Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayers?" Y/N internally prayed again. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight, won't somebody help me chase the shadows away" there was still no sign of life. Just as the group were about to give up, a crash was made, followed by a yellow flash. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight, take me through the shadows, through the break of the day"

She exhaled slightly, and sat up a little and repeated the thoughts in her head. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight, won't somebody help me chase the shadows away, gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight take me through the shadows to the break of the day"

Suddenly, a confused figure walked into the room, Y/N couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Mat walk through the door. Carefully, she rubbed her eyes and watched Rossana walk over and hug Mat, giving him back his badge.

Mat proceeded to hug everyone in the group, how her he saw no sign of Colleen, or his crush Y/N which made a sort of anxiety rise inside of him. Mainly directed at Y/N. Once he hugged the others, he looked over at the sofa and saw a tired, unmotivated and emotional Y/N looking at him. He ran over and gave her the biggest hug he could possibly give. He was thankful to be alive. And he was reunited with Y/N.

"I'm sorry for leaving you" he muttered, looking at her, admiring the twinkle in her eyes. He quickly looked down at her lips and then back at her own, realizing she had done the same. He thought nothing of it.

However, once it was all over, and the five survivors (Joey, Matt, Nikita, Y/N and Rossana) walked out, Mat carefully pulled Y/N aside. "Y/N, please, we've been friends for months now, and I always feel this feeling around you. Like there's butterflies in my stomach. And it took dying for me to realize this, but I like you! Not in a friend way, or a platonic way, as In I want a relationship with you" he confessed.

Y/N didn't even answer, she just crashed her lips onto his, that gave him his answer. The answer is that they were official. "I like you too!"

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[sunshine-on-marz]

GNF x Reader

High school AU

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Well isn’t this fucking great. Once again the new student was upstaging you. Well not really, but it felt like it! Any time you’d answer a question, he’d answer the next one. He’s was so annoying and infuriating and- not hot. You’d never let yourself think that. Never.

“Are you alright?”

Shit. He was next to your desk.

“I’m fine.” You mumble as you close your notebook and put it in your bag.

“Are you sure? Because class ended a minute ago and you’re still sat here” he smirks as he leans over your desk.

“I’m fine. I just zoned out” you say as you pick up your bag and throw your r over your shoulder

“Let me hold your things love” he says softly. And when you freeze he takes your bag off your shoulder “we have 2nd period together too” he smiles.

He has a nice smile.

No. No he doesn’t.

Ok fine maybe he does.

The walk to class is so extremely embarrassing. Your friends are never gonna let you live this down. Of course the first time I hit walks you to class you absolutely despise him; of course.

George drops your stuff at your desk and smiles as he walks away and your cheeks are left burning.

—

This repeats itself for a few days, George dropping hints, you being too angry to pick up on them. So he takes matters into his own hands.

“Would you guys maybe want to convince y/n to run for prom Queen?”

Luckily for him, you were already planning on it.

—

The morning announcements rang through the classroom, boring the class and killing you with anticipation until you hear

“As you all know, prom is tomorrow, so, it’s time to announce our prom king and queen”

Deep breath

“The winners are…”

Deep breaths

“Y/N and George Davidson”

What

The class started congratulating you and you pushed your feeling aside, you were truly happy!

Then George walked over to you

“So, we won” he smiled

“Mhmm” you nod

“Do me a favor and meet me by the parking lot at lunch, alright gorgeous?” He says softly and you nod.

—

When the lunch bell rang you grabbed your things and walked over to the parking lot where you saw George and one of his friends. When George made eye contact with you he smiled before shooing off his friend.

“Hello” he said, smile still stuck to his lips.

“Hi George” you say, sounding suspicious

“Look, y/n. What did I do to make you so angry towards me! You seem lovely and people adore you, so, what did I do?” He asks, you sigh

“Nothing George, it’s nothing, you just seemed cocky” you say, he grabs you hand gently.

“I promise I’m not” he giggles and you nod

“I can tell” you breathe a small laugh and his face lights up at your small smile

“So would you like to be my prom date?” He asks, and how could you say no?

Do y’all want part two with prom?

OMG MARZ CAN WRITE???

Hi hunnys, sorry for never posting, life’s tough lol. But im here now with some gnf for ya!

[pray4saint]

i cant stop thinking about gnf revealing his gf on stream but he gets mad bc chat likes her more and after streaming he shows her who’s better 😵‍💫

george ”if only they could see you like this, huh love?” davidson

so basically, yes, anon you're absolutely correct and right ive heard you out and im continuing to hear you out

IM FERAL ACTUALLY. (the way i've written a george x oc fic on and off for like 2 years)

ALSO LIKE, MOUTHY READER?? ”it's not my fault they like me better” while being pressed against the wall 😵‍💫

[crown-anon]

@hearts1ck my beloved

November 1st

CW: explicit; more CWs under the cut

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; reader has male anatomy; more specifics under the cut

edited 14 March 2021

anonymous asked

consider. okay. CONSIDER. consider masochist george. okay?? okay. okay LISTEN.

I think I have a problem with gimmicks also. because. because. ever since strawberry milk george, I. I have not stopped thinking about strawberry flavored lube. because! listen okay hear me out.

(this is absolutely 110% a response to discovering that you share a birthday with him. what of it?)

I know everyone likes pillow princess george and. that's okay. that's FINE. these are not mutually exclusive.

george looking up at you with The LookTM wearing some pink strawberry milk lingerie. not even lingerie really! just something cute like that

& him being like. "I know you love me 👉👈 but I need you to fuck me like you don't"

so I was. thinking. that brat george is the exact kind of person to say (playfully & consensually) "but I don't wanna give you head, I just wanna fuck >:(" after you've got him worked up, maybe from teasing him throughout the day, or edging him a little. but you still need some type of lube. so you go to apply the first bottle you see and he's pink when he asks you "😳 is that ... strawberry ... ?" and you're confused like ??? bro you just asked me to fuck you into next week why're you interested in the flavored lube

but. but listen. he would get so enthusiastic about it. at first it's just "maybe I can stand to eat them out just a little bit before ..." and then after you come the first time it devolves really, really quickly into the need to just. take care of you. and it stretches on until you've come three or four times, and you're still shaking, and he's just. completely gone in subspace

hmm ... george climbing up onto your lap when he's done with you, going in to give you a kiss, and he tastes like strawberry. and he ends up moaning right into your mouth because he's been so horny but so? understimulated?? that he outright jumps as soon as his dick grazes your thigh. it would only take a couple stuttery grinds before he's finishing on both of your stomachs

and he's just so cute when comes, or when he bites down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet. and it's your birthdays. so, you decide you'll give him a reason to cry. and he'll finally get put in his place! it's a win-win for both of you!!

istg every time I send you an ask I discover something new about myself. you. you have made a dreamteam simp out of me. I am but a shell of the man I once was. I think I should thank you? [👑]

hearts1ck

i say this nearly every time you send stuff in but...... by god you own my soul. all of it. this – i – first of all, the implications of masochist george losing his fucking mind when you’re rough with him? guhhhfjklgjgf. and ,..d,,f,,, ,, ,, george in pink lingerie. i. i . a... pink satin slip maybe or .... ohghfd; oh my god those. that cat panty/bra set. im ascending im losing my brain as i type this i cannot –

okay im back on earth. he’d get into that rhythm and settle like liquid while he gets to work on you, and his subspace face is so self-satisfied and nearly smug so he’s just having the time of his life,,, and he makes such a loud noise when his dick twitches against your thigh and maybe... JUST MAYBE he whimpers extra watery when you drag his hips to grind against where you’re wet and dripping/your spent cock as if he’s the one who’d get overstimulated by it. when he finally leans away, eyelids heavy, you gently fit your hand over his jaw and ask, “did you even ask? it’s one thing to come without permission, but not even caring to ask? georgie, i might just be offended,” and he whines “green”s against your neck before you even check-in

and because u made it abt both of our birthdays ,,,, spanks for each year we’ve been alive methinks ??? and then the scratch down his ass gets him hard again and he’s so embarrassed by it, ,,, , ,, ,, ,, ,, ,

also thank god you’ve joined the george boat. i’m so proud of myself for hopefully being part of the reason you got dragged over here HJFKDHSKD

#👑 anon #(my beloved) #keep #anon thoughts: george #redsick #SHAWTY WANT THE WHOLE CREW SHAWTY BAD

as soon as you said birthday spanks I decided I had to write more about this. and I was going to leave more snippets in your askbox like the fucking gremlin creature I am, but then my thoughts started. actually having structure? and then I started writing it. and I tried to do homework and write on study breaks only but. I just kept coming back to this. this is the polar opposite of writer's block. I think I'm cursed or something. so here I am rushing to finish this so that I may rest in peace!!

yes I've been writing nonstop since I sent you that ask. what of it. what the fuck of it.

when I said I discover something new about myself every time we interact, I. I'm serious. I think I might be insane or something. I'm way too sadistic. you'll see. what the fuck is this? what the fuck did I just write??

this would have done so much critical psychic damage if I had posted it on November 1st in real life, but mental illness says I can't let my horny thoughts rattle around in my brain for that long. so!! it's you guys's problem now xoxoxo

I'm not fucking proofreading this. love you though 💗

I did end up proofreading actually. oops! looks like posting at 23:00 isn't always a good idea.

November 1st

CW: explicit, anal (kind of vague), bondage (collar + leash), corruption, domspace (I think??), edging, handjob, humiliation, masochism, oral, praise, sadism, spanking, subspace, swearing. I call George a whore and a slut at least once. and also, George calls yellow at one point. this one kind of surprised me so just. Be Careful. I cannot believe I wrote this. I don't know where this came from.

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; I use the word "sir;" reader has male anatomy; I use the words "cock," "dick," and "head;" reader can ejaculate

—

dawn shines through drawn curtains, illuminating the tile floor and your robed figure reflecting off it. batter sizzles in the skillet as you flip the last pancake over. this side looks golden brown, like honeycomb or caramelized sugar. that delicious, freshly-baked fragrance mingles with scented candles. it's perfect, you smile. he's going to love it.

you lift the pancake with a spatula, stacking it on top of the others on his plate. you bring it to his seat at the table, along with the butter, the syrup, the honey, the jam…and you go to pour him a drink.

"hey baby," you greet warmly to the sleepyhead rubbing his eyes in the entryway, still clinging to a pillow. his hair's a mess, only wearing socks and a sweatshirt that reaches down past his thighs. you reckon he'd only just crawled out of bed.

"morning…" he yawns, stumbling past you to take his seat.

"milk?" you ask, he only nods. "did you sleep okay?"

he hums affirmatively. "I…can we…"

one track mind, you joke inwardly. but you don't blame him. "of course," you open the fridge.

you hear him pause. "…is it too early for that?"

"no, no!" you give him a lighthearted laugh. "I kind of expected it, to be honest…I want it, too."

he's silent under the noise of you rummaging through the fridge. "I—"

"sorry—it looks like all we have is strawberry milk. is that alright?"

"yeah…yeah, that's alright. I…actually…wanted to try something new." you shut the fridge, he's fidgeting in his seat.

"hit me with it," your expression is gentle. you pass his cup off to him, but he holds his hand over yours a little too long, looking up at you.

"fuck me like you hate me."

you don't know if it's hearing him swear, or the way he said it so calmly, or how he closed his eyes and swallowed hard before his tone could dip down into something lower. but like a match in an torrent of gasoline, suddenly you're burning up.

you only realize you're staring when he bites his lip and looks down. you start to say something, but the words don't form.

he laughs nonthreateningly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "is that a yes?"

you laugh with him. "I…yes, absolutely yes." you turn back around to make your own stack of pancakes. "you should eat first, though."

"what?" he teases. "will I need the energy?"

you smile. "yeah. I think you will." you can practically feel him open his mouth in protest, but he stays silent after that.

and it stays mostly silent while you cook your pancakes. you hear the clinking of his fork on his plate, but it isn't very disruptive. it sounds like he's hurrying to finish his food.

when you go back to the table with your own platter, he's already done eating. he's red down to his neck, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt, looking at you expectantly. you spot a pair of tassels peeking out from under it, just below his hip bones. is that…

he pulls the hem up just a bit, holding your gaze. he smiles, apparently satisfied watching your face heat up.

"I—you should go…go get ready," you manage. he gets up before you even finish your sentence, only stopping to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

except it isn't quick, when he slides his hand down to rest firmly on your collar, and leans in to trail kisses down your neck. "a-and leave that on," you stutter.

he pauses, just under your jaw. "leave what on?" he murmurs.

your breath catches, you shut your eyes. "whatever the fuck it is you're wearing under there."

he's hardly grazing your skin, but you can feel how hot he is next to you. it takes all of your willpower not to shiver.

he pulls back quickly, only his hand lingering. "I don't know what you're talking about." and just like that, he disappears into your bedroom.

you reach up a hand tentatively to your collar, hot to the touch. I'm in way too deep, you decide, and force yourself to take a bite of your food despite your nerves.

—

"that," you hiss. "that fucking outfit. that."

"oh, this?" he bites his lip, hooking his thumb in the keyhole. "this's just what I went to bed in last night."

"fuck you. we both know that isn't true."

he tugs gently on his top, pulling it a little to the side. "what's the big deal? can't I wear something special for my birthday?"

"it's special, all right," and you leave it at that, opting instead to slot between his legs where he sits waiting on the edge of the bed. you bring up a hand to cup his jaw, brushing your thumb across his cheek. you'll never get enough of the way he looks at you, like you're intoxicating.

…? you frown.

"is something…missing?" he perks up instantly at "missing."

"what…?" he chooses his words carefully.

"the collar—your collar. where is it?" you turn away to start going through your bedside table, but the way his lips quirk up into a sly smile isn't lost on you.

that's lube…that's a vibrator…where the fuck is it…? "w-what collar?" he stumbles over his words.

your mind jumps to say, the collar that came with that outfit, or I know you know what I'm talking about, but you won't give him the satisfaction. you decide to speak a little darker, only a firm "George." you hear him swallow.

"w-well," his voice is shaky, "you only told me to leave on whatever I was wearing under my shirt. and…I wasn't wearing that collar at breakfast…s-so technically…"

you stop looking immediately. you turn to take him in, legs crossed, stance confident, but expression showing uncertainty. you can see the regret on his face. "get up." he takes a shallow breath. "get up."

"I'm—"

"don't I'm sorry me," you snap. "you look for your fucking collar on your own."

he slips off the bed, looking ashamed, but starts digging through the drawer all the same. "I really am sorry," he murmurs. you take his place sitting on the bed. he finds what he's looking for rather quickly: a simple white leather collar with a bell, and a leash. he hands them off to you shyly. "um, here…"

"good boy," you praise. "kneel."

he shuts his eyes and does as he's told. you can see the bliss wash over his face just at being ordered around. his lips part a little as he lets out a heavy breath. if only I knew what this would do to him, you muse, I'd have done this ages ago.

you fasten the collar, revelling in how he shivers at the gentle sensation of cold leather hanging around his neck. you leave it a little bit loose, but still comfortable, and hook the leash in its place. he sits obediently still on his knees, looking deep in thought.

"Oh, I know what I'm gonna do to you," you bait. "how old are you today?"

"mmm. twenty-five." he looks down.

you smile, holding tight onto the leash. "I'm gonna edge you. twenty-five times."

he flinches away immediately, yet hums in pleasant surprise when the leash snaps taught. the bell jingles stiffly. "no way. that's way too much."

"I think you should've thought about that before you wore that to breakfast," you decide, tugging a little. he's caught off-guard and stumbles forward, stopping himself by leaving a clumsy pair of kisses on the inside of your thigh. the metal and leather feel refreshingly cool against your feverish skin. "we've got all day, baby."

you expect to hear some kind of protest, you're crazy. or a playful taunt, I'm better off doing this by myself. but he knits his brows and openly moans at the thought. "all day…" he repeats.

he looks up at you, almost pleading, and you can hear the resignation in his voice when he whispers "alright."

"get up here," you command. "on top of me." as he climbs up into your lap, a little too eagerly, you add, "and take your dick out."

you shrug your robe off your shoulders while he's working on his panties, and without thinking, you ask, "color?"

he stops, leaving his head poking cutely over the waistband. he looks up at you again. "…what?"

"um…color," you explain. "like, how are you doing? is this okay? I don't actually want to hurt you. uhhh…green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

he stifles a laugh. "you're such a nerd. I'm okay."

"alright." you blush a little. "we can stop whenever you need to. this is for you…" you think of something horribly unsexy to say. "…birthday boy."

now he's really laughing, with his whole body. you think the way it makes his collar jingle is cute. "oh my god. shut up. just shut up," his expression turns serious, and he drops to a whisper, "and fuck me."

that got you hot again. you pull him by the leash into a kiss, you bite his lip, you eat him up. and you grab the both of you together with your other hand, you moan in tandem. you can feel how you took him by surprise in the way he twitches under your thumb, the way he leans into you with his whole body. you part from the kiss and he leans back on his heels, panting hard, holding on to your shoulders for support. you can feel him shaking a little.

when you move your hand all the way up the first time, you squeeze both of your heads gently, and he practically falls into you. muffled in the crook of your neck, he begs, "god, do that again."

so you do. again. and again. what was a string of stuttered breaths turns into a single broken moan as you jerk the both of you off. when you think you're getting close, you let go of yourself to focus all your attention on him.

"fuck, sir," he whines—hahaha, that sir made your cock leak a little. he shut his eyes tight. "I-I-I think—I think I'm—"

just like that, you stop, and he goes slack, practically laying on you. but he doesn't grind back, or even move to touch himself. that won't last very long.

you let him come back down, knowing edging takes a lot out of you; maybe even more so than actually coming does. slowly but surely, his breathing steadies. you rub between his shoulderblades affectionately, still trying to ground yourself, too.

once you've found your voice again, you question, "are you gonna count for me?"

he makes a sound against your skin, somewhere between excitement and fear. "…o-one." you revel in how fucked-out he sounds already.

"one what?" you prod.

he seems at a loss, like he's forgotten himself, what he said. after a minute or two of pondering, he catches on. "…sir."

it's your turn to moan. your dick jumps at the honorific, still mostly untouched against your stomach. "good boy." and you dive back in. twenty-four to go.

—

it's noon. you're working on nineteen. and your partner's getting much more…expressive. he's started biting his hand to keep himself quiet, but he's still…

"I-I—oh fuck, I'm—fuck, I-I'm—I'm—" he whimpers through his teeth. and he yelps, whole body shaking, bell jingling incessantly, when he comes all over your hand and stomach.

you take your hand off him immediately, and this time he does try to reach down, ride through it, but you grab both his wrists to stop him. he grinds down uselessly against your thigh and your dick. although you're still hard, and only a hairline trigger away from coming yourself, it doesn't stop you from keeping this brat in line. you only bite your lip and close your eyes.

he leans his forehead against yours, moving in to give you a kiss, but you push him away.

"did you never learn how to fucking count?" you growl.

he winces. "I-I-I-I'm…I'm sorry—"

you scowl at your hand, covered in come. "here, slut," you raise it up to his lips. "clean this off for me."

he tears up a little, but takes your fingers into his mouth all the same. pretty quickly, though, he spits them back out.

"it doesn't taste good…" he complains.

"oh? oh, it doesn't?" you mock. "but it felt good, when you came without my permission, like a cheap fucking whore."

a couple of tears spill over, roll down his cheeks, yet he says nothing, only moving back in to lap his come off your hand. you can see it in his expression that he's not very happy about it, but he doesn't protest further.

"is this good enough, sir?" he asks, when it seems that he's gotten it all. it looks clean enough, you agree. you grab him by the chin, hooking your thumb in his mouth. you don't even have to tell him to suck.

"you come without my approval again, and it's over. you can go back to playing minecraft—or what-the-fuck-ever—with your friends for your birthday. do you want to sleep on the couch, Georgie?"

if he wasn't crying before, he's definitely crying now. he doesn't shake his head, but he circles your fingertip with his tongue enthusiastically, as if to say, I'll be good, I'll be good this time, looking up at you doe-eyed.

"bend over for me," you demand. "across my lap."

he does so immediately. he slips a little bit while he's changing positions, you hear the bell ring, and he scrambles to correct himself. he settles with his ankles crossed and his head in his hands, propping himself up on his elbows. you feel a little bad, you admit, but you won't budge; he has a safeword, you trust that he'll use it.

"let's try that again," your tone softens. "I want you to count for me, okay?"

he nods.

you pull his panties to the side, pause briefly, and bring down your hand with a satisfying smack.

"ohhhhhh—" he moans, jolting a little. "—holy shit, did you just spank me?"

your stomach drops, you go to rub him gently where you just hit him. "is that okay—?"

"it's hot, it's so hot, fuck," he shifts in your lap. "um, sorry…one."

seriously, something about hearing him swear awakens something in you, every time. you're fired up. you spank him again.

"mmm—two…" is he…? "three…"

you pause to massage his ass again, and to speak. "you're…you're hard again, aren't you?"

you didn't even spank him yet, but he lets out a moan. "fuck, I—I just. I want you. I want this. so, so much."

you wonder if this is actually the same George who was fidgeting with his pillow in the dining room this morning.

"you're so bad, getting turned on by something like this," you tease. he only moans in response.

"four—five—six—seven…" he chokes out. "it's starting to sting…"

you take a break, kneading the skin where your angry red handprint is starting to take shape.

"eight…nine…but god, it hurts so good…" he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "ten…"

at ten, you linger for a moment, holding a handful of his ass. "does it?"

"yes—yesyesyes," he buries his face in the pillow, and shivers. "fuck, eleven…twelve…"

you pull his panties down to his knees, and switch sides. he lifts his hips up, so I can reach him better, you guess. you don't miss the telltale glint of a butt plug, but you'll get to that later.

"thirteen—fourteen—fifteen—sixteen," he moans between slaps. he's gripping the pillowcase so hard his knuckles are white.

in this new position, the way he jumps with every hit makes his cock brush against yours just right. fuck, you're still hard from earlier. this time you're the one who whimpers.

"seventeen, eighteen," he pauses, breathless. you pull gently on his leash, he arches his back and moans, "n-nineteen." his bell jingles.

he grinds down, just for a moment, and the friction is delicious. you're a little dizzy, you think you might've thrust back. you both sigh at the feeling.

"…t-twenty…see? I-I can count…I'm a good boy…I'm good for you…aren't I?"

"you are," you murmur, but you aren't sure he hears you. "you're so good…"

"twenty-one—twenty-two…I-I feel like I haven't done anything right today…twenty-three…"

"…George…?" you hear a muffled sob.

"twenty-four…" he mumbles.

"George?" you start to get concerned. he just keeps crying. "hey…" you whisper. you gently prompt him to turn him over; the pillow's a little wet. you pull the panties off all the way, and get him out of the bra, which had a little stray come on it. you help him sit up in your lap, and pull him into a hug.

"am I really just a whore…?" he asks brokenly.

"you've been so good for me, baby. you've done everything I've asked." you wipe his tears away with your thumb. "are you okay?"

"but I—" he coughs. "—I came too soon, I came without your permission…"

you kiss his hair, and hold him to your chest. "you've been so patient. I'm proud of you."

he finally wraps his arms around you. "I-I'm sorry."

"nonsense," you reassure. "your comfort takes priority. are you okay? color?"

"I…" he searches for the words. "I dunno. yellow? I…that hurt, I think. being…degraded?"

you comb through his hair with your fingers. "I understand. thank you for telling me. I love you."

—

you stay like that for a minute. you grab him a snack and a drink, but for the most part, you just enjoy each other's company, tangled-up together. you don't bother putting your clothes back on.

it's later in the evening. you're straddling him, peppering his shoulders with kisses, and he's giggling underneath you. he turns over to give you a short and sweet kiss.

"baby?" he says, looking expectantly.

"what is it?" you sit back on your heels.

he hesitates. "…I wanna keep going. from earlier."

you're serious again. "are you sure you're okay?" you grab his hand, bringing it up to kiss his fingertips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm alright," he assures. "I remember you promising me an all-day thing, though."

you blush, a little surprised by his forwardness. "of course. I think…I…" you laugh. "I wanna fuck you."

"yeah?" he smiles, leaning up close. "show me how much."

you hold his jaw while you kiss him, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. he tastes like the coffee and cream you made him earlier. you feel his breath hitch. he reaches up to hold your shoulders.

you pull back. "hey, blow me first."

"what? why?" he giggled.

"it's been a couple hours, I'm not hard anymore," you coax. "I thought you liked taking orders?"

he cringed. "but come tastes gross!"

you slid off him and hopped off the bed, opening the drawer. "suit yourself. you get to watch me jack off, then."

"fine by me, I think you look good when you masturbate."

"ohhh, I forget, you're too blissed-out to pay attention to how I look when you're getting fucking owned."

"I am not!"

"you are too!" he sticks his tongue out at you.

you open the lid, pouring a little on your hand, a little on your cock. it's translucent pink, seems a little fragrant. you give yourself a couple of strokes with a sigh.

he's quiet for a second, then, shyly, "um…is that…strawberry flavored…?"

you bite your lip. "I thought you weren't gonna give me head?"

"I was just curious." it's a weak lie, but you say nothing.

your eyes are shut, but you can feel him moving around a bit on the bed, you hear his bell ring a couple times. you feel a hand on your thigh, so you decide to peek. and holy shit.

your partner's made his way to the floor, on his knees between your legs, holding his leash in his mouth, his fucking mouth, what the fuck. his thumb's rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh. the half-lidded look he's giving you should be criminal.

"you—I thought you said you wouldn't…" you can't find the words. you reach out and take the leash from his mouth. you see your hand shake in front of you.

"I'm just watching…" he whispers, looking up at you, mesmerized.

you're only able to get a couple of pumps in before he's joining you, hand over yours as you get yourself off. just the extra sensation of somebody else's touch is enough to make you bite back a moan.

"fuck—!" you jolt when he licks a stripe up the underside. he mouths over the head, jerking you off on his own now. you move to grip the sheets in one hand, his leash in the other. and you come without warning. you see it end up on his hand and your stomach before you shut your eyes tight.

he's quiet while you're coming down, just helping you ride it out, giving you kisses on your thighs. when you look back down at him, he's got two of his fingertips in his mouth, licking them clean. he stands up abruptly, it startles you a little. you see his bell ring. and he grabs you by the hips and leans down to your midriff.

"…I don't think I cleaned you off all the way earlier…" he breathes, and he starts to lap up the mess of his and your come that's been on you since this afternoon.

what the fuck. why is this so hot? why is he so hot? all too soon, your spent cock twitches in interest at your lover. he cups it with a hand, smiling against your tummy. you're so sensitive it hurts. you think you mean to say something, but nothing comes out.

"hmm…?" he bites his lip. "you still want some more?" all you can do is whine. at this point, you don't know if it's in protest or invitation.

you don't get the chance to find out either, because fuck, he's really going down on you now. you don't know what the fuck he's doing with his tongue, or where his gag reflex went, but at this rate you're gonna come again.

"George—George, baby, I—slow down, I-I'm—" you plead. his leash slips out of your hand, you tip your head back.

he swallows.

—

the last thing you remember is coming harder than you ever have in your life. you think you held him by his hair. you might've fucked his mouth a little. he's never let you come in his mouth before…fuck…

it's nighttime now. he's riding your thigh, got one of his legs slotted between yours. the friction between his knee and your overstimulated cock feels embarrassingly good. you're so dizzy, all you can articulate is a loud moan. you don't sound at all like you remember. his bell keeps ringing and ringing and ringing as he grinds against you.

he leans down, one arm holding your hip, the other keeping himself propped up. he bites your shoulder, hard, hard enough to bruise. he comes on both of your stomachs.

"George," you beg. you're losing your voice.

"mmmmmmsir," he slurs. "fuck me."

"George, I…" you don't know what you're saying. the end of your sentence turns into a whimper.

"you need me to get you hard again? you need me to rile you up?" he turns to kiss your jaw, feeling around for your dick. "like this?"

"George," you sound urgent, until he squeezes right around the head, and you forget what you were saying. you're pretty fucking close to forgetting who you are entirely.

he sits up on top of you, grinning. "love the way you say my name, sir."

that name. all it takes is the way he says that fucking name and you're ready to go again. you flip the two of you over, so that you're towering over him instead. "you still didn't. fucking. ask me. if you could come."

he giggles, a little crazed. he hooks his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest.. "so what? so what? you gonna fuck me 'till I behave?"

"yes," you reach down, "I think I will." and you pull out the butt plug he (probably forgot he) had in all day.

"fuck—" he sobs. you watch his dick bob. precome drips into a pool on his stomach. "—green—green—so fucking green."

you're still sensitive from coming twice—you're pretty sure he is too. you lean down to give him a kiss, you moan into each other's mouths. he tastes like strawberries and his and your come. it is a little gross, you admit. but he's so tight and so fucking cute that you can't bring yourself to care. you part, and there's a line of salvia connecting the two of you.

"wait—" you say, but it comes out like a growl. "roll over."

he gets on his hands and knees, reaching back and spreading himself open for you. fuck.

you fuck him like that, holding the leash tight, loving the way he arches his back into the bed. the bell on his collar jingles incessantly.

you spank him, one last time.

"th-that's twenty-f-five—oh, fuck, sir," he growls, clinging on to the blankets for dear life.

you pin one of his hands in place and reach down to touch him. he starts laughing again.

"mmmmmmay I please come, sir? I—fuck—I'm so close, soclosesoclose," his breath stutters, you can hear the breaks in his voice. he buries his face in the blankets.

I'm close, you think, but the words don't make it out. "you're so good—you're so fucking good—come for me—fuck, come for me."

—

you're a mess. there's some drying solution of come and lube on your stomach. not to mention whatever the fuck's going on with your hair. your robe is discarded haphazardly on the floor. you think you've got a hickey, but you can't remember where.

actually, you're both a mess. he's also covered in come, sweat, and lube. he's got a red ring around his neck where you pulled him by the leash a little too hard. he's just covered in bruises. he clings to your arm, still fast asleep. you both passed out pretty quickly after…whatever that was, but you got back up a couple hours later. it doesn't look like he did, though.

actually, your whole bedroom is a mess. a blanket or two ended up discarded on the floor. there's an empty bottle of edible lube somewhere around here. your kitty lingerie set, still dirty, somehow ended up hanging in the closet. the first time you woke up you were both cuddling with a butt plug that you misplaced in the heat of the moment.

you don't think you've ever seen him like that. you can't even put it into words. you've never spanked him. he's never called you sir. you've never come in his mouth. he's never…begged for you like that before. you've never been so exhausted after coming that you both just, just fainted.

you feel lightheaded, and dead tired. you know you both must have gotten back up and gone at it at least a couple more times, but it's blurry, you can't remember. all you know is your vibrator's missing, and you feel…unusually empty, like you do the morning-after getting railed a little too hard.

last night…what the fuck happened last night?

you contemplate getting up, slipping your arm out of his embrace, pulling the covers back up around him, leaving to make breakfast. you're kind of disgusting, several hours after sex without cleaning up properly. you want to get yourselves some washcloths, maybe take shower together, or run him a bath. you know he's gotta be way more sore than you are.

you catch yourself staring, lost in thought; he just looks too cute when he's very clearly roughed up, but still sleeping soundly. and with the way he wanted…the way he needed you yesterday, you don't think he would want to wake up alone.

maybe it's okay if we sleep in a little longer.

you stroke his hair and whisper, "happy birthday, baby boy."

—

edited 14 March 2021

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Can you write car sex with Matty

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Backseat

Matty Healy x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (f&m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, spit, fingering, handjob

You and Matty were heading home from a small get-together at George’s house after the boys had played live on the radio that day, as a kind of going away party for them going back on tour. You were so proud of your boys, and you hugged them all tightly on your way out. “Bye lads,” Matty called as you finished saying goodbye to Adam and Carly. He placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you to the car, opening your door before jogging round the other side and getting in. He looked gorgeous with his hair falling in its natural curls around his eyes, and he was wearing blue jeans, his Harley Davidson sweatshirt and red converse high-tops. As he reversed out of George’s drive, you looked over at him and sighed contentedly. He was so beautiful without even trying.

Matty noticed you staring and smirked. “What are you looking at love?”

“I’m just looking at my pretty boyfriend,” you replied reaching over to touch his soft hair. He took one hand off the wheel and offered it to you, and you took hold of it. His thumb gently rubbed over the back of your hand as you hummed along to the radio. Matty stole glances at you as he drove, smiling every time. His hand let go of yours and fell to your thigh instead, only moving every so often to switch gear before returning to the same spot. His hand crept a little higher, pushing the hem of your black skirt up.

“Do you know how sexy you look tonight darling?” he smiled.

“Shut up Matty,” you replied.

“I’m serious baby, you look beautiful. Always look so beautiful.”

You scoffed at him, replying with “as if. You’re the beautiful one, Matty. Half the girls in the world are going crazy for you right now. And when you go back on tour it’s just gonna get worse, because they’re gonna get to see your shows and I’m not even gonna be able to touch my boyfriend for months.”

Matty looked at you, an almost hurt expression forming on his face. He couldn’t believe you felt that way, as if he wouldn’t be thinking about you every minute of every day on tour.

Matty pulled over into a small, secluded car park beside a picnic site. It was abandoned entirely as it was nearly 1 in the morning. “What are you doing?” You smirked. Matty’s expression darkened slightly. “Get in the back.”

You clambered into the back seat of the car, knowing exactly what was to come. You were already getting wet just thinking about what he was going to do to you. Matty climbed in beside you and crashed his lips onto yours. Your head was tilted back against the window and he was hovering above you, one hand in your hair, controlling the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan. He swallowed every sound you made eagerly until he decided he could wait no longer. He kissed down your collarbone and yanked your top over your head, exposing your braless tits. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. “Baby, don’t you ever think that you’re not good enough. I love you more than anything else in the world. I need you, darling.”

With that you decided to take control over your beautiful boy, pushing him back until he was the one resting his head against the window. There was a bulge in his jeans and you ran your hand over it, making him cry out. “Darling, please! Touch me.” You helped him to pull his sweatshirt over his head, pressing a kiss to the area of his “We Are Kings” tattoo that was revealed above his jeans. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them over his hips, along with his black boxers. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach, hard and already dripping precum. You leaned down to take his tip into your mouth, sucking it for a few minutes. He was moaning, crying out your name, telling you how much he needed you. He fucked up into your mouth without warning, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, however this just spurred him on. He began a steady rhythm of fucking your mouth, making you gag every so often. Every sound you made caused him to let out a moan. He wasn’t holding back, as no one could hear him out here in the middle of nowhere. You pulled away from sucking his thick cock, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. You pulled your short black skirt up around your waist, revealing your lack of underwear to Matty, leaking him groan. He started to kiss him again, tongues fighting against each other. Meanwhile, you took his cock into your hand and began stroking up and down. He reached down and swiped a finger up your slit, collecting your wetness before using it to circle your clit. You cried out, covering your mouth quickly and looking around.

“Don’t worry baby, no one can hear us out here. I want you to be as loud as you can for me.”

You continued to touch each other, his fingers eventually pushing into your dripping cunt and fucking you harshly, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You were both crying out each other’s names, nearing our releases. Just as you came hard, seeing stars and feeling white hot pleasure throughout your entire body, Matty came too. Spurts of cum now decorated his tattooed stomach and chest. He was whimpering, his legs shaking as the last few drops of cum dripped down the side of his cock slowly. You tan your finger up his shaft, collecting his thick, warm fluid and sucking on the end of your finger. You used your fingers to scoop up the rest of the cum on his chest, raising your hand to his mouth where he opened obediently and swirled his tongue round your finger, tasting his own salty cum. He couldn’t wait to taste you later, but now he just needed to be inside you.

Matty pulled you by your hips closer to him, already hardening again. He lifted you up to straddle his hips, and you began sliding back and forward over his dick, causing him to throw his head back and groan. Finally you slowed, lifting your hips to line up with his hard cock. You slid down onto him, both of you moaning obscenely as he bottomed out. He took hold of your hands and looked in your eyes. “Are you ok, baby?”

You nodded, panting.

“Good girl, let me feel you darling.” You started to grind on his cock, lifting up before dropping back down, feeling him fill you up again and again. “Fuck, Matty, you’re so big,” you whimpered, leaning forward to kiss him anywhere and everywhere you could reach. You pressed kisses to his neck, his jaw, his cheeks and his gorgeous soft lips; and all the while he was grunting softly as he fucked up into you roughly. Matty let go of your hands, one hand falling to your waist and the other grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing and occasionally slapping, making you yelp in pleasure.

You continued to ride Matty’s cock, feeling every ridge of him as you moved up and down. You decided to switch things up, climbing off him and turning around before sinking back down onto his cock and bouncing up and down, giving him the prefect view of your ass bouncing on him. He kept slapping your ass every couple of minutes, leaving red hand marks on you, branding you.

You were getting closer and closer to your second orgasm, and so was Matty. He twitched inside you and yelled out your name as he came, his warm cum filling you up and pushing you to your own orgasm. You came with a loud moan, clenching around him. “Fuck Matty, I’m cumming,” you gasped. His hands caressed your waist, guiding you through your high. You lifted yourself off his cock and he pushed you down on the seat before burying himself between your thighs and licking through your wet folds. You cried out, sensitive from your orgasm. He was determined to catch every drop of his own cum from your cunt. He brought himself back up to meet your lips, spitting his cum into your mouth. You swallowed obediently and he kissed you hard.

“You’re perfect, darling.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading 😃 going to listen to Matty on radio1 now bye

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00. dance battles | prologue

pairing: dancer!gnf x dancer!reader (implied female reader, but they/them pronouns used)

summary: y/n, the star dancer of the dance academy they dance at, gets pulled out of a contemporary rehearsal only to learn that they are being thrown into a five week intensive rehearsal process with their worst nightmare; george davidson. 

word count: 1.3k 

cw: swearing 

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saturday dance rehearsals were everyone’s least favourite. they were excruciatingly long, from eight o’clock in the morning extending all the way until five-thirty at night. it was the longest day each of the dancers at the hyde academy for dance, and it was also the day that group routines were choreographed. it was absolutely mandatory. 

group rehearsals had its ups and downs for you. one of the good things about group rehearsals was that you would get to see tina, and that after these rehearsals, the two of you would go back to tina’s flat, eat takeaway food and dissect everything that had just happened in that rehearsal. it was the highlight of your week. 

a not so great thing about group rehearsals was having to deal with the boys, half of them not even possessing so much as an ounce of talent in their bodies. and yet despite this, they were the most pretentious, cocky bastards you had ever come across. 

however the absolute worst of them all, you hated to admit, was the best male dance in the company. you couldn’t even attribute it to be the best of a bad batch, unfortunately he was actually good. and the worst part was that he knew it.

of course, we’re talking about george davidson. 

something about his movements were utterly addicting in a way that made you want to punch him for being so good. that was where half of your hatred for him was rooted. the other half the hatred has to do with the fact that the man is an utter arsehole, claiming that he’s better than you are at dancing. now this fact isn’t necessarily untrue, but it’s certainly rude of him to acknowledge it. 

at least you had one thing on him; you were the prized contemporary dancer of the academy. where george was just as good as the next guy, you excelled. it was just about the only thing you could hang over his head. 

you headed to the studio early on the warm april morning. it was the five week mark until final competitions for the year, which meant today was the day that the solos within group dance would be choreographed. for any other dancer, this fact would make their skin crawl in anticipation of the lucky soul who was able to snag a solo. but you were confident you had the solo in the bag. this years choreography was almost all contemporary dance, and you were positive sheila, your wonderful choreographer had done this on purpose to allow you your time to shine in group dances, a luxury you often did not get to indulge in. 

your closest competition was tina, but even then tina could admit wholeheartedly that you had a slight edge on her. and so you marched into the studio with your head held high, awaiting the promising fate on the other side of the studios glass pane doors. 

and as if the morning couldn’t get any better, george was nowhere to be found. george, being his lazy self, typically came into warm ups about five minutes late every saturday without fail. it was now ten past and no such dramatic entrance was to be made. at fifteen past, the double doors swung open with such vigor that you knew it wouldn’t have been george. he may be an arse, but he would never disrupt the warm up quite so aggressively. 

curiosity got the best of you and your eyes snapped up to the door only to lock eyes with pierce monahan, the owner and head of the dance academy. you quickly averted your gaze, and almost lost your balance after internalizing that you had accidentally just stared down the one and only pierce monahan. 

monahan strode across the room quickly and silently, as if he was hopping across clouds. it was fascinating how a man of such large stature could move so quietly. he whispered quite loudly in sheila’s ear, asking if he could “steal her” whatever that meant. sheila gave him a curt nod, before gesturing towards me. 

“y/l/n. with mr. monohan. off you go.” 

panic flooded your body, but you composed yourself quick enough to give sheila a quick curtsey before scurrying after monahan, who was already halfway out the door. on the way out of the room, you caught tina’s eye. she quirked up her eyebrows as if to ask if you knew what was going on, and you merely shrugged before slipping into the hallway to catch up with pierce. 

he beckoned you into his office. the coolness of his metal desk chair against the heat radiating from your body was enough of a shock to the system to knock you back to reality. you were in pierce monahan’s office. only the most elite dancers have been invited into the office, the only other current dancer besides yourself having the pleasure of visiting this office being george, who had only been in here once to be offered a position dancing latin solo’s competitively. he was allowed to miss sunday rehearsals because of this commitment, and it was something everyone at the academy was rather jealous of. 

“mx. y/l/n. i’m sure you know why you’re here.” he didn’t give you an opportunity to respond before continuing. “just like your colleague mr. davidson, i’d like to offer you a position that allows you to compete in latin dance competitions. it would be as a dance couple. sheila has been noticing you’ve improved your latin drastically, and recommended you for the position.” 

you were left completely flabbergasted. you had been putting in the extra hours to improve your latin dances, but you had no idea it would lead to this. without thinking you responded, “yes, i’d love to compete.” trying to hold back on being overly enthusiastic. “how would that coincide with the current dances i’m doing?” 

“well, that is one of the downsides to this opportunity,” monahan explained, “you, unfortunately, would have to give up on being in the group dances you’ve been rehearsing to take this position. due to how quickly we would need to train you for the upcoming competitions, you would have to be in these latin rehearsals for the entirety of your required studio hours. it’s a lot of work, but we’re using this as a test trial to see if this is a position we want to permanently give you in the future...”

your brain short circuited. on one hand, this would be an amazing opportunity for your career, but to throw away all the hard work you had already put in to other numbers...

“it would be unwise turn this offer down y/n-” monahan using your first name drew you out of your trance immediately- “so choose wisely.” he said, in an almost threatening tone. 

“i accept.” you finalised. you knew you would regret turning this down, forever wondering what would have happened had you just given it a shot. 

pierce’s face morphed into a creepy looking smile “fabulous.” he exclaimed, standing from his desk and ushering you out of the room, you began to follow him down the halls to the private studio rooms. “you will train from two until nine on weekdays, eight until five on sundays, and saturdays will be the days of your competitions. but this saturday you will work until five-thirty, like the rest of the company. you will be competing as a couple, as i mentioned, and you will be dancing with-”

but pierce didn’t even have to open the door to studio d for you to know exactly who you would be spending the next five weeks of your life with. the mop of dark brown hair was just about visible through the thin window at the top of the door, and sure enough george davidson was standing on the other side of the door that monahan swung open. 

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. 

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Welcome Newcomers!

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I’ve decided that I will open requests for a month or two and then close them and take a month or two to catch up on those requests.

So there will be a fic every 1-2 months.

I will not write certain things if they make me uncomfortable. i write for the characters in the list below but you can of course, request a character. If i feel uncomfortable with this scenario or character, or do not know that character i will not write the request.

You can request platonic x readers or sibling x readers, ect

please read everything so you know the requirements and what i write for.

I am always updating this list so make sure to check for changes!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

CELEBRITIES

Colby brock

pete davidson

DOAWK

Rodrick Heffley

IT

Richie tozier

Bill denbrough

Stanley uris

Beverly marsh

CRIMINAL MINDS

Penelope Garcia

Derek morgan

Agent Hotchner

Spencer Reid

COBRA KAI

Miguel

Hawk

STRANGER THINGS

Mike wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Will byers

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Luke

Flynn

Julie

Reggie

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Alex Alvarez

Elena Alvarez

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher (i personally dont like Lip but I’ll write for him)

Fiona Gallagher

Ian Gallagher (i will not write ANY smut for Ian)

Mickey Gallagher (i wont write ANY smut for mickey + platonic only)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoria

Denkt Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoroki

Kyouka Jirou

Mina Ashido

‘DEATH NOTE

Light Yagami

BIRDS OF PREY

Harley Quinn

Black Canary

Huntress

BLUE EXORCIST

Rin Okumura

Shima Renzo

Kirigakure Shura

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

rory

benny weir

ethan morgan

sarah

erica

FEAR STREET

young ziggy

young nick

josh

deena

MCU

Tony stark

Peter Parker (toms version sorry lol)

Black widow/Natasha

Thor

Pietro

Wanda

REQUESTS:

I write angst, blurbs, fluff and smut

please give me a fandom, character, whether you want it to be an imagine.small Drabble. headcannon or smut and basic plotline, details you may want added

i.e “hi I’d like to request a IT imagine with Richie where he gets mad at the reader for getting a boyfriend“

i try to make my imagines for everyone so i wont be doing certain details like eye color, hair color, race, ect

all though you can request a fic where The reader has a certain body type and the focus of the fic is that

i.e “hey I wanna request a shameless smut with Carl where the reader is insecure about their body because they are on the heavier side and have stretch marks and carl helps them feel better about themselves?”

i will not be writing for a particular race because i am white and i would feel uncomfortable writing as a certain race because i have not experienced their experiences nor am i that race and fully informed with certain cultures. I feel as if itd be out of my place to write as a certain race knowing i am not that race.

I don’t write mlm. I am not mlm and do not know how to write these experiences. and I definitely will not write ANY mlm smut whatsoever.

All though i will write wlw and nblw smut. As i am afab/nonbinary

I will write bi!characterxreaders for characters such as Ian Gallagher but i will not write smuts for those characters. I dont feel comfortable writing smut for a character who is originally gay and its stated in the show/movie that the character is in fact gay. Especially if that character is male.

SMUTS/NSFW HEADCANNONS:

i will not write the following

ageplay

blood kinks

piss or shit

incest

rape/non-consent

heavy beating/spanking

animal Kinks

anything furry related

anal play

mlm/amab

piss kinks

any fetishes

if you wanna request something that is not on either list then request it and i will let you know if I’m uncomfortable with writing it or not

what i will write

degrading

praising

quirk related smuts (i.e denki uses his quirk on you during the smut)

wlw/afab

light bondage

light spanking

teasing

edging

overstimulation

CNC (consented-non-consent)

oral

Requirements for smut:

tell me fandom, character, basic plot line/what you want, tell me any specific details you may want, smut with plot or no plot

[n0b0dy11]

Baby ~GeorgeNotFound

GeorgeNotFound x Fem!Reader

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"Do you love your daddy?"

"Bjan"

"Take that as a 'mommy is better'"

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"Y/n L/n, you are the most important person in my life. I have had the honor of calling you my girlfriend for two years. But every time you had to write your name, and I watched you write it with such ease, I was sure I wanted you to be able to write your name as Y/n Davidson.

So, I wanted to ask you if I could make that happen, to make you Y/n Davidson, and call you my wife.

Will you marry me?"

Y/n has had, a few rough paths she had been on, but their was always this one place she felt safe. The arms of her boyfriend. She had never thought about spending her life any other way, saying yes to hi had been the best decision of her life. She had worn a beautiful white dress, with an elegant bouquet of flowers. Her father had giving George her hand, he had never imagined it to brake his heart more, not that he didn't trust George, or he didn't trust his daughter, she just grew up so fast.

When he saw her walking down, towards him, he cried, and he tried to hold as many of them in but she just looked so good. Her hair half pinned up and half staying lose.

"I will stand by your side, when your job gets hard, or you want to drop out. Just as in college when you were talking about dropping out and becoming a stripper, I'll support you but be sure to scare every scary person away from my wife. -God I love calling you that-. I will make you tea with one teaspoon of sugar and one drop of honey. I'll be there."

"I will be there, when you scream at your friends to shut up, when you stream late at night, when you go to bed in the morning and sleep till afternoon. I will support it when you stop, but I'll support you even more when your stupid videos are what you want to do."

It was an awsome night, filled with dancing, drinking and teasing. But the greatest surprise was when two boys walked in on the openings dance. A tall dirty blonde boy with emerald eyes, along a shorter boy with brown hair and eyes.

George didn't believe when his best friends walked in on his wedding, he had told them all about it. He had let them meet Y/n but never in real life.

"How are they here?"

"I invited them."

"Y-You did?"

"Of course. You deserve your best friends here just as much as me."

"God I love you."

"I really hope so otherwise you married the wrong person."

"Oh shut it."

"Make m-"

"GO, George!"

"Seriously Nick!"

It had been a year since they were married, George was still being stupid with his friends, but their was a surprise waiting for him when he got home. Walking inside, he was searching for his wife, wanting to tell her about the fun things he did with Clay in his new video.

"Y/n?

Love?

Darling?! Where are you?!"

He walked upstairs to hear sniffling, when he found his wife in the bathroom, teary eyed, but smiling, he as confused to say the least.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"W-what's wrong? You're crying a-and smiling, what is going on?

"George, I'm not alone."

"What?!"

"I'm pregnant."

"I-You, what?"

"You're going to be a dad."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

After a long waiting process, Y/n gave birth to a beautiful boy. Mason.

Mason Davidson, with the eyes of his mother and the hair of his father.

George was already planning on teaching him everything of minecraft along with Clay and Nick, who were arguing who would be the coolest uncle. They didn't even know who the godfather would be yet.

It was Clay, Y/n and George had decided he should be the godfather, Nick even messaged them about it, saying Clay was better with kids and he would gladly settle for the 'cool uncle' title.

Now four years later, George was streaming, with Clay, Nick, Niki, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo. Y/n was coming home from her work while picking up Mason. He was now in kindergarten and he loved it, he talked about his friends all the time.

"Are we home yet mommy?"

"Almost, you're very eager to go home, that's a first."

"Today wasn't fun."

Y/n looked at her son in a bit of worry, he had never complained about school before, he loved playing in his classroom with all the toys his teacher had, he loved drawing and of course his friends. He would always tell marvelous stories about his day, seeing him grumpy about it was slightly concerning even.

┍━━━━━━━★━━━━━━━┑

Hubby

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Our son is upset about school, it's scaring me D:

Really, He never has been upset before!

I know that! That's why it's concerning!

I am streaming but if you'd like he can come play with me and the boys? He really seems to like both his uncles. Then you can have a bit rest ;)

Thank you love, but you sure you want your stream to know?

I'm not ashamed of my wife or my son, they can know. And if I get hate they aren't real fans anyway, or if it goes to far, I'll even quit.

Oh no, you used a period '.' You're being serious that's a first :D

But I would love that thank you, xx

Now I'm gonna drive him home, see you soon!

"Ready mom?"

"Of course sweets, you want to play with Clay, Nick and dad? When we get home?"

"Yess!"

"But daddy will be streaming okay? If you want I can ask to put the face cam off if it makes you uncomfy, alright?"

"Thanks mommy," Mason giggled, he was very exited.

Back with George

"I uhm, am going to have a surprise guest on the show, today."

"WHO?" Tommy shouted ready for some content.

"Mason."

"Really?" Clay had asked just to be sure, he and Nick were still the only ones who knew about him, and he wanted George to be sure before he revealed he had a son, maybe Tommy would try to make a video, "I talked to GeorgeNotFound's son!".

"Yeah," he was a bit hesitant but, his son needed a cheering up, and he would always put his son and wife first.

"Why does it sound like Dream knows who you're talking about?"

"Because he does."

"Sapnap! Do you know too?!"

"Ofc"

"WHA-"

"George? Are you here?"

"IS THAT A WOMAN GOGGY?"

"Yes, it's a woman Tommy, now shut up. I'M IN THE GAMING ROOM!"

"Okay," the soft voice of Y/n sounded, not a minute later she knocked on the door followed after soft but aggressive knocks, which caused Y/n to softly laugh.

"C'mon in."

Y/n opened the door just enough for their son to get through, before he was already inside and jumping in front of his father.

"How you doing buddy?"

"School was boring today."

"Mason!"

"Uncle Nick! And Uncle Clay!"

"How you doing, godson of mine?"

"Don't sound so formal dream."

"LET ME HAVE A MOMENT WITH MY GODSON!"

"Godson? Uncle?"

George sighed a bit, the others in the call were now very confused, which was understandible.

"Everybody, meet Mason, my son."

"SON?!"

"Son."

"WHAT THE FUCK GEORGE!"

Mason's eyes widened when he heard the loud voice of Tommy scream such a word, he turned to look at his father who had equally as wide eyes. Before he turned to his mother who was still standing in the door frame smiling softly at how George had made Mason smile again. And her smile only widened at the smile her husband wore too.

"Mommy! Mommy! This boy said a bad word, he said a bad word!" said mason pointing his little finger at the screen were he could now see a few people on, "Are these your friends papa?"

"Mhm," George hummed softly.

"Do you say bad words too? And uncle Clay and Nick, do you s-s-s what is the word?"

"Swear, sweety. If someone says a bad word they are swearing."

"Thank mummy, do you swear?"

before could even say a word Tommy beat him to it. "Ofcourse he does, he uses fuck an dshit all the time!"

"Tommy don't swear in front of a child!"

"But Wilbur!"

"Who's the mom? If we may ask?"

George looked at the door, mentioning for his lovely wife to come closer. She shook her head at first before sighing and walking up to the two people she loved most. But when she wanted to walk out of view George pulled her down on his lap.

"Say hi, to Y/n My lovely wife."

"Omg, your wife is pretty."

"Thank you, uhm, Niki! I love your hair, what product did you use?"

"Oh-"

"hey don't steal my wife!!"

"To late, hubby. I'm Niki's wife now. And besides Clay stole you from me earlier!"

The hole call erupted in laughter, seeing as George's wife was very up to date with everything on the smp just as the ship between dream end him.

"I love you more, you know that."

"Do I?"

"Mhm."

George smiled up at her before connecting their lips. It was soft, as their son was sitting on a chair besides them, he was streaming and his friends were on a call.

"No! NO! No kissing!!!" Mason yelled sitting in Y/n's lap so she would pay attention to him.

Y/n smiled and kissed his head, which made the boy smile again.

"My own son is stealing my wife, I am betrayed!"

"Go, Mason!"

"Never expected that from you Tubbo, I feel even more betrayed."

"Can I make a video, 'I talked to GeorgeNotFound's son and wife'?"

"No, Tommy. My family, not your content."

"I like tommy, we are both children."

"GO MASON!!!"

[lineismade]

Twin Flames

Wilbur Soot x Reader

Bridgerton AU Ch 3/?

Read Ch 1 and Ch 2 First

Brace yourself for a chapter of fluffy self discovery.

2.3k Words

Wilbur's Pov

To say I was walking on air was, to say the least. As I slept that night or attempted to sleep, flashes of the night before danced across my mind. 

Her hand in mine sent a thrill down my spine, and now I am so frazzled I’m rhyming. The obnoxious fluttering in the pit of my stomach every time that I thought of her kept me awake. In my dreams, we danced around the ballroom and I held her close in a way I couldn't in the company of other people. 

I didn’t understand why there was such an infatuation within me for a woman I had just met. When I woke the next morning, something in me knew that all of this was very unfinished. I got dressed and put on my riding boots. 

Tommy was standing at the bottom of the staircase, watching me walk down. “Oh mate, I had the most amazing night last night. I.. women are just a wonder. I danced with all of them. I met this wonderful girl, and another one, and another one…. They were all wonderful!!” He said frantically, following me out to the stables. 

“Oh Tommy, it seems like you had a ball…” I said, attempting to calm him down. 

“Is that why they call them that? Oh and I’m sure you're feeling something yourself, I saw you with that lady…. She seemed, close” he said, quirking his eyebrows suggestively. 

“ I know exactly what you're thinking, and no. Don’t go there, she's a lady. A real lady. I….. can't explain it. I…. I have to go.” I said, jumping onto my horse and running out of the stable. 

“Tell her I said hello!!!!!” He yelled as I ran off across the grounds. 

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I knew exactly where to find her as I rode off into the city. I recognized her last name when she said it. Davidson, which was the name of one of my close friends growing up. I didn’t know that George had a sister, but knowing him he probably didn’t tell me she existed for this very reason. I hadn’t talked to him in about three years after I fell off the social scene. 

As I galloped through the street, I had a feeling it was going to be an awkward meeting. But I had a feeling a reunion was necessary if I were to move forward with any of this. 

I arrived near their London home and tied my horse up in a stall down the street. I walked down the pavement, anxiously straightening my jacket, dissatisfied with my appearance. Why the hell couldn’t I just feel normal right now, there was no need for all of these nerves.

Just, act normal Wilbur. 

My hand rose to knock on their door, and a housemaid answered. She directed me to a waiting room while I awaited George’s arrival. After a couple uncomfortable minutes, I heard a door open behind me. I shot up from the chair I was sitting in and straightened that godforsaken coat for the 100th time today. 

“William. It…. It’s been years…” George said, walking towards me with open arms. 

“Oh, I… George.. It's nice to see you old mate,” I said, my face twisting into a smile as I accepted his embrace. “How’ve you been, it’s been so long.”

“I’ve been good. I got married a year ago to a wonderful young woman, and my family’s estate has been fruitful as well. Life is….. going swell.” He said. 

“Well, would you fancy going on a ride in the park to catch up a bit?” I asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Of course, I would love to! Allow me to change into my riding gear and we’ll be on our way. 

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“So, how have your brothers been?” George said, looking over at me.

“Techno has been seeing a young woman he met last season, they’ve been courting for about ten months now. He’s twenty-two now, and the two of them have been traveling through Europe for the past couple of months. I believe they’re having an absolute ball staying in France, or at least I can tell from their latest correspondence. Thomas debuted at last night’s ball, and he must have had a good time, considering he talked my ear off about it last night. He’s just turned eighteen, even though you’d think he's still a child by the way he acts most of the time.”

“Oh, I do hear that you accompanied Thomas last night,” He said, “I also know that you happened to have met someone..”

He caught me. 

“Why, yes I did. I didn’t realize that you had a sister.”

“I don’t usually like to advertise my eligible sister to my male friends, but it seems you met her organically, so I don’t really mind. I’m just surprised that of all the people you could have met at the ball, you met her,” He said, avoiding eye contact with me, “I think I know why you wanted to meet with me today….”

As he said this, I felt a lump rise in my throat.

 I’m an absolute, bloody idiot.

“What are your intentions with my sister?”

My heart skipped in my chest.

“My intentions… Well….. Your sister is the most beautiful woman I have ever had the privilege of laying eyes on. When I first saw her, my heart just stopped in my chest. When I spoke to her for the first time, It was like I couldn’t find the words to say because she said it all for me. Even when we just stood watching everyone dance around the ballroom, her little comments and her expressions were like watching the stars dance across the sky. I was just…. Awestruck by how absolutely infatuated I could be with a girl I met just hours before. When we danced together, it was like we were the little dancers in the jewelry box, it was just perfect. I didn’t want it to end…. And I didn’t sleep last night because all I could do was think of her. It honestly makes me sound awful in hindsight, but I assure you my intent is pure. My intention with your sister… is to be there. I want to listen to her talk until the end of time. I want to dance with her and hold her close to me. I want to protect her spirit. I could ramble on and on all day, but what sums it up is that I would go to the end of time to be her witness.”

George stopped the horse in its tracks and just stared at me for a moment. 

“William. I know you are a good man. I have full trust in you, and your family name. I’m just so intrigued that you’ve fallen so quickly.” He said, seemingly as confused as I was. 

“I don’t understand it. I can’t fathom it, but I just have to know more.”

“You have my blessing, but if you hurt her… There will be dire consequences.” He said, jumping down from his horse. 

He extended his hand out to shake my hand, and I hopped down from my horse to meet him. 

“I won’t disappoint you,” I said, taking his hand as he pulled me in for a quick hug. 

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Y/N Pov

I saw my brother walk into the house from the drawing-room off the side of the parlor. He walked in with this stupid-looking smile on his face, and I had to put down my copy of Sense and Sensibility. 

“What’s got you all giddy? I know it’s not Cornelia, she’s been here with me this whole time. Well now you have to tell me because I have a feeling getting engrossed in a scandal within my head isn’t exactly something I want to get into this early in the morning.”

“Oh yes, please indulge your dear wife as to what’s got you smiling like a schoolboy,” Cornelia said, looking up from her needlework.

“Well, I have a question for you Y/N. When were you going to tell me about this young man you met last evening?” George fired back at our questions.

“OoOoooo, do I hear a love story unfolding?” Cornelia said, walking over to her husband and giving him a quick peck on the cheek to welcome him home. 

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind to tell you…. I mean it’s no big deal, I was going to tell you eventually, I’m not hiding anything… I just… he’s really nice, I think you’d like him a lot.”

“Well, the reason I was gone is actually just that. A young man I haven’t seen in a couple years showed up at our doorstep this morning. It was nice to see William again..”

“You met him!?”

“Dear sister, I've known him as long as you’ve been alive!”

“Oh, OH! He’s that William! Is it bad that it just makes him all the more charming? Well, are you going to tell me what happened?”

“We rode through the park, and caught up a bit… He told me, well, everything.” George said with a devilish smirk on his face. 

“Everything?”

“Everything. But a gentleman never tells, so there are some things I’m keeping to myself.” And only the Lord knows why he was smiling like a child who had just told their mother a fib. 

“Oh, please tell me!”

“No, I wouldn’t do that to him.” 

“Screw your honor, tell your sister what the hell is going on!” I yelled out in an attempt to sound exasperated.

“Oh, bloody hell…” Cornelia said, gripping her husband’s arm as if she was watching the climax of an outstanding aria. 

“All I’ll say… is that he would definitely like to see you again.” And as he said that I ran towards him, and engulfed both him and Cornelia in a hug.

“Oh, thank god I was so worried that I might have sent him the wrong way. He was just so kind and so gentle that I didn’t want to mess anything up. OH! He doesn’t think I’m too old, does he? Apparently, that’s an opinion most men have of me nowadays. I am so, utterly, just stunned. I would be an absolute imbecile to not see him again, right? I’d be foolish. Oh but what if he doesn’t think I’m interesting once he gets to know-“

“Dear sister! Calm yourself! If I learned anything today, it’s that he wants to be there for you in the most genuine way a human can be. Stop with your incessant worrying!!” My brother said, cutting me off with his own optimistic words.

“Sounds to me like he’s right whipped, doesn’t it Georgie?” Cornelia said, turning to face her husband.

“Well, I haven’t heard words like that since the day I met you, so I’d say it’s something like that.” He replied.

“Okay, well then. I…. I must be on my way to town. I have some business to attend to. Yes, it's a very important business.” I said, awestruck by the conversation that had just occurred. 

I ran out the back door and my feet clad in my slippers. I ran and ran until I reached an apple field on the edge of the park behind our home. I hadn’t climbed in years, but it seemed rather fitting to clear my head. Be above it all. That’s a great idea

“Stuck up there?” I heard a familiar voice say. It was a lighter, more feminine voice. None other than my close friend, Nikita. We grew up together and lived as neighbors over the past couple of years, and I found comfort in confiding in her. 

She married a young man named Jack soon after her first season. They were in love, but their love came more as best friends first. I looked down and saw both her and her husband below me, both of which I had grown quite fond of over the years. 

“More like stuck in my own thoughts” I replied, laughing cynically at myself.

“Well, you know what they say about women and their thoughts don’t you? Maybe we should just indulge ourselves and just not think every once in and awhile. That’d certainly send them on a riot.” She replied, 

I climbed down the tree with as much grace as I could, and I met them both at the bottom of the tree 

“How have you both been, it’s been months since I last saw you both.”

“We’ve been good, Niki and I actually adopted a collie from a breeder down the street. His name is Archibald, and he is quite the prima donna.” Jack said, gesturing to Niki with a pleasant smile. 

“I think it’s good practice if you could imagine. That is down the road though. Much, much farther down the road. This is about as settled down as we’ve considered being so far.” Niki said, holding onto her partner's arm as they walked through the grassy clearing with me. 

“See, Y/N, have you considered anything of that nature as of late?” Niki asked. 

At this point, I was wondering if I could ever actually catch a break. Seems that fate is teasing me. 

“Oh, well there is something there, but it's all very new, very uncertain. It’s actually the very reason I’m here, I needed to clear my head.” I fidgeted with my hands, wringing them out anxiously. 

“I don’t know what has happened, but my advice to you is to follow what your heart wants. I listened to myself, and I landed on my feet. I’m a better man because of it.” Jack said, earning a kiss on the cheek from Niki. 

Listen to my heart. 

My heart did nothing but long for more.

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A/N

Oh wow. That speech just did something to me, oh my god. Let me just give you all an encore of that absolute piece of literature I word vomited...

"I want to listen to her talk until the end of time. I want to dance with her and hold her close to me. I want to protect her spirit. I could ramble on and on all day, but what sums it up is that I would go to the end of time to be her witness.”

I didn't intend to update this soon, but this part was too juicy to not give you all.

Also, if anyone feels uncomfortable with me having Jack and Niki as a married couple, understand that this is purely for plot and there will be no actual shipping, other than the fact that they would be close friends with Y/N and them being married justifies them being together all the time. Just wanted to clear that up.

Have an amazing day my lovelies!

-Line

[neptuneofthesky]

The Peculiars: Welcome Transferees!

Featuring | Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Tubbo, Fundy, Ranboo, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap

Dream smp x reader [Wilbur biased, I am still not sure.]

Previous part

This one is a little bit short, it's just an introduction to the rest of the characters

also, if you want to see more of peculiars, just send me a scenario request!! [for example: Wilbur and reader's first date, but it's a disaster]

Credit for the photos goes to pinterest

"So, where are the transferees?"

You looked up from your clipboard, "They'll be here any second."

He nodded as he folded his hands and cleared his throat, "So... you still do not want to go on a date with me?"

You sighed, "Wilbur..."

He rolled his eyes, "I know, I know, the government is no place for love, bla, bla, bla. Y/n, do you really think I care about the government?"

You tilted your head, "You work for the government."

He smiled and shook his head, "I work for you."

You also smiled, "I myself work for the government, so, technically, you do too."

He groaned, "Y/n, just one date. That's all I want. Just one single date, and if you don't like it, then I'll stop pestering you."

You sighed, "Fine. Just one date."

He grinned, "Great! Also, wear something red. It looks good on you. And it's my favorite color."

You gave him a 'really' look as he just shrugged.

A few cars arrived as the guards gathered around them.

You clapped, "They're here."

You looked at your clipboard, "Okay, there are three of them. They call themselves the dream team."

The first one stepped out as almost everyone let out a gasp.

Your lips parted as you blinked, "He looks so... majestic..."

Wilbur furrowed his brows, "Hey, I'm a vampire, I look majestic too- Holy shit..."

GeorgeNotFound

George Henry Davidson, alias Georgenotfound, is a merman. He's telepathic, has the sweetest voice, can lure people with his beauty and singing, hydrokinetic, which means he has the ability to control water, and is also telekinetic, which means he can move objects without touching them. Has the most beautiful tail when in his merman form. It's shiny, and a sea greenish color. Can talk to the sea creatures, but will also eat them.

The second one stepped out, who had a smug look on his face for some reason.

Sapnap

Nicholas 'Nick' Armstrong, alias, Sapnap. He is pyrokinetic, which means Nick has the power to produce and control fire, that's all he can do, anything related to fire. He can also control anyone's body temperature. Feeling too hot? He'll take away the heat from you, Feeling too cold? He'll bring the heat to you. He can also consume any form of energy and then turn it into fire.

And lastly, their leader also stepped out, closing the car door behind him.

Dream

Clay, alias, Dream, to put in simple words, he is a super soldier, yeah, just like Captain America. Unlimited stamina, very fast metabolism, super-fast healing, not as fast as Wilbur though. He cannot be hypnotized, his intelligence is out of the world, and also, of course, he has super strength.

You frowned as you saw their hands, "Why are they wearing cuffs?"

The guard shrugged, "They get really feisty. They are special cuffs, it makes them unable to use their powers to some extent."

You rolled your eyes and signaled the guards to remove their cuffs and smiled "C'mon. They are not prisoners. Welcome to L'manberg."

Sapnap smirked, "You shouldn't have done that."

A fireball came your way, but before it could burn you, Wilbur came in front of you, his back protecting you.

He smiled lovingly at you as he caressed your cheek, "You good, love?"

You smiled back and nodded, "I'm good."

He nodded as he turned around and his pure smile turned into an evil one as his eyes turned red, "You got a problem, mate?"

Sapnap's smirk widened as he took a step towards him, "You're a Vamp? How are you not burning from the sun?"

You stepped in between them as you smiled politely, "That's quite an impression you made, Mr. Armstrong. Please refrain from using your special abilities on your... work partners, that's your first and final warning."

His lips parted as he grinned and looked at Dream, "She's bossy. I like her."

Dream looked at you as he had a blank look on his face, "Quite an interesting welcome you gave us. We are hungry. Can we do the tour after lunch?"

You nodded, "Of course, the lunch is prepared. You'll meet the rest of the crew there."

----

Silence.

Pin drop silence.

You blinked as you waited for someone to say something.

You looked at Wilbur and tilted your head, to which he just rolled his eyes.

You sighed and turned to look at Tommy, who frantically shook his head.

You let out another sigh and cleared your throat, "Okay then. We'll do introductions to kill the silence here. I'll start with myself, I'm Y/n and I'm a scientist. Fundy? Do you wanna introduce yourself?"

Fundy just smiled and nodded, "I'm Fundy. I'm a fox hybrid."

Sapnap coughed, "Furry."

Fundy frowned, "I smell something burning? Oh yeah, it's probably coming from you-"

You sighed, "Sapnap, please watch your language. Ranboo?"

Ranboo's eyes widened as he saw everyone staring everyone at him, "Don't stare. Please."

You all look away, but the newbies kept their eyes on him as Ranboo's jaw tightened, "I said don't stare."

They all look away as Dream questioned, "Enderman?"

Ranboo shrugged, "Possibly."

Tommy stood up suddenly as all eyes moved on him, "Fuck this shitty introduction party. FOOD FIGHT!"

Both Ranboo and Wilbur teleported away as your eyes widened, "Guys, don't leave me!"

They both re-appeared as they held onto your shoulders and disappeared again, this time, taking you with them.

Tommy shrugged as he threw his salad at Dream, "THIS IS WAR-"

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@rexit-mo, @alex--awesome--22, @hi-imuwu, @the-official-memester, @beeissdead, @malfoysslutt, @beeseira, @incorrectquotesformyuse, @uselesssapphickitten, @ahmya-4, @penumbrasposts, @itsberrydreemurstuff, @chaoticotaku, @the-crystalsara

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Tubbo x Male Reader

Warning: little violence (not that detailed). 

This one is going to be short.

Requested from Pokadeathpony

Backstory: You live in Brighton, England, United Kingdom. (I don’t know where Tubbo lives nor do I know where Tommy lives) One day you were walking to go get some breakfast. Until you bumped into George one of your favorite Minecraft streamers and content creators. You were a small streamer, not that many viewers. You and George began to talk, he later invited you to see the dream SMP world, and you meet the other people of the dream SMP. You then got to meet Tubbo. You thought Tubbo was normal until it took a turn. A big turn. 

Btw you are 17. (Tommy will be turning 17 this year and Tubbo will be 18)

M/N: Male name

Y/T/N: Your Twitch Name.

M/U: Minecraft username

H/C: Hair color

S/C: Skin color

F/D/P: favorite donut place.

Sorry if this is bad.

You were sleeping peacefully until I heard the most annoying sound ever. 

*Beep, beep, beep,* “Ughhhhh.” You were trying to turn it off but you kept missing until you finally got it. ‘Finally got that stupid thing off!’ you thought to yourself. “What time is it?” I looked at the clock. “7:35 am. I might as well get up,” you said to yourself as you slowly got out of bed, stretching your muscles. 

You went to the bathroom to do your business and brush your teeth. After you were done, you grabbed my keys and went to go get breakfast.

As you were walking to go get your daily donuts and coffee, you suddenly bumped into someone causing me to fall. “You okay there?” the voice said, ‘I know that voice!’ you thought to yourself and looked up to see George, George Davidson!!

He handed his hand out, you grabbed his hand. “You alright,” he said, you couldn’t process anything, you just stared at him. You snapped out of your daze. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m a fan of you by the way,” you replied with excitement. 

“Oh? Really?” he said, “Yes! I’m a big fan of yours! I’m actually a streamer just like you,” You replied. “Oh, really what’s your twitch name?” He asked, wondering maybe he’ll check you out. “Oh, Y/T/N!” 

“Okay, maybe check it out later today. Hey, wanna talk and get some food?” you couldn’t say no to that, how many get to eat with their favorite celebrity? “Yes, I would like. Either way, I was going there before I ran into you.” “Alright, let’s go.”

Time skip (You and George went to go eat, and later he checked out your Twitch channel. 3 days later, you got a DM from George saying; “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you gladly accepted the offer. And this is where it all began.)

Y/N POV 

I recently got a message from George saying, “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you (Or should I say “we”) know I accepted it. He said tomorrow is when it's happening. 

Time skip to tomorrow. 

I woke up earlier than usual, even beat my alarm clock before it could ring. I went to the bathroom and did my usual. George said he will invite me at 10:30 AM. “What time is it now?” I grabbed my phone and checked, “It's 7:10 AM. Will looks like I’m going to have to wait a while.”

Time skip (3 hours and 20 minutes later)

I hopped onto my PC and started it up. After it started, I opened up Minecraft and checked my Notifications. I received the invite I quickly joined in.

Tubbo POV

I was on the Dream SMP world with Tommy, Corpse, George, BBh, and Dream, when an unknown player had joined the game. That shouldn’t be possible since this server is private nobody can join be us.

“Hey who joined?” I questioned. “Oh, I met this small streamer while I was walking to go get breakfast 3 days ago, and I invited them over to give a tour of the place!” George enthusiastically over discord. 

‘Mmm, so they’re a streamer? Maybe I should get to know them.’ 

Time skip (To be honest this one is rushed. It’s currently 1:08 AM where I live and my mind isn’t functioning right now) 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

M/N has a facecam on, and I get to see what he looks like. He had looked pulchritudinous. Absolutely exquisite. He had soft fluffy H/C hair, his nice S/C, and how his dazzling E/C shine brighter than the sun. I’m going to say it again, he is ravishing.

‘Wait, why am I calling a guy beautiful?’ this boy is triggering something in me. Something I never experienced before. Something in me wants me to protect him at all cost. ‘No stop thinking about that!’ I pushed these unfamiliar thoughts and feeling down.

As time went on my thing for M/N increased. I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with him. Tried ignoring the thoughts and feelings but they keep coming. 

‘Something is coming out of ME.’ 

Time skip ( 2 months after the meeting)

It’s been two months since our little meeting, M/N is officially part of the SMP world. I’ve been binge-watching M/N streams, his YouTube videos, and I also follow him on all his social media accounts, and sometimes I’ll search the internet to find small information. 

I was currently on a website about M/N. it listed all of the information about him since meeting George is grew rapidly on Twitch and YouTube. ‘I already know all of this!’ I thought to myself as I kept scrolling down until I came upon something interesting. 

“M/n current residence in Brighton, England, United Kingdom.” my eyes widen as I read this, ‘He lives close to me!’ I yelled in my mind. 

I was fanboying until I heard my notifications sound. I stopped what I was doing went to go check who it was from. M/N invited me, I immediately accepted it. The world was loading. “Hello!” M/n yelled.   

It was me, M/N, Tommy, and dream on the server. I noticed that Tommy has been getting close to M/n, really close to for my liking. Tommy would sometimes even flirt, this obviously made me jealous for some reason. 

We were minding our own business until “Hey M/n! Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!” that was the most terrible pick-up line I have ever heard. “Oh my God Tommy?! Really?” M/n said but he was Laughing at that. 

This only made me INFURIATED.

M/n POV

I was minding my own business trying to build my home since I joined 2 weeks ago. The only other people on the server were me, tubbo, Tommy, and dream. Anyway, I was nearly done until Tommy said something, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!”

That has to be the most dumbest and funniest pick-up line I heard. “Oh my God Tommy! Really?!” I said while laughing at his attempt at flirting with me. 

Then Tommy went on to say more stupid pick-up line. Some of them were like, “Hey, my name's Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” and “Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” Just to name a few. 

I noticed that Tubbo hasn’t been talking as much. I wonder what’s wrong with him. I didn’t take note that was going to lead to something atrocious. 

Anyways we still had fun, Tommy kept trying to flirt. “Hey M/n, I was wondering if we could meet up since you know, we both live in Brighton,” Tommy with hope in his voice, hoping you accept his offer. I began to think, ‘Mmm, should I? Or should I not?’

“You know what? Sure. What time do you want to meet?” I accepted his request. “Uhhhhhh, Maybe on Thursday at 5:30. Meeting place F/D/P.” Tommy replied. “Alright! See you there,” I replied.

No One’s POV

Tubbo was fuming with anger as he was listening in on their conversation. ‘No!!!!! I can’t let this happen! I need to do something.’ Tubbo was thinking to himself, but he didn’t notice that M/n and Tommy had stop talking.

“Hey, Toby! Are you okay? You haven’t been talking,” Tommy said with concern. “Yeah, I’m just fine you know!” Tubbo said with venom and anger in his voice. “Wow there calm down, I was just asking. Geez,” Tommy backed knowing that his friend is anger. 

‘Why is he angry? I did nothing wrong!’ Tommy thought to himself, wanting to know what he did. “You know what, I think I’m going to leave,” Tubbo said as he left the game and went offline. 

“What’s his big deal?” M/n questioned. “I don’t know,” Tommy replied, “I gotta go. See ya later M/n!” “Bye Tommy!” Tommy has left the game. 

Meanwhile. 

“I need to find a way to prevent this meetup!” Tubbo said to himself. Then an idea came into mind. An extreme idea. 

New Messages 

Today at 4:23

Toby: Hey, Tommy. Sorry I lashed out at you today.

Delivered at 4:23 

Tommy is tying…

Tommy: it’s alright mate.

Delivered at 4:23

Toby is typing…

Toby: How about we meet up, so I can apologize in person.

Delivered at 4:24

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: today or tomorrow? Cause I have a meeting with M/n. 

Delivered at 4:24

When Tommy mentioned the meeting toby had to act fast. 

Toby is typing…

Toby: today at my place.

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: sure thing! When exactly?

Delivered at 4:25

Toby is typing…

Toby: 5:30 

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: Okay, see you at 5:30

Delivered at 4:26

‘And that WILL be the last time you see.’

Time skip (1 hour 4 minutes)

Toby heard his door knocked. Toby went to go open his door, and there he sees his target. “Hey, Toby!” Tommy let himself in. “So where are your parents?” Tommy questioned. 

“Oh, they’re on their anniversary vacation,” Toby answered. “Ohhh, okay. Wanna head to your room?” “Sure I just need to go get something.” “Okay.” 

While Tommy went upstairs, Toby went into the kitchen. He grabbed the knife and slowly began to walk, he hid the knife behind his back. Once he walked into his room, he locked the door and slowly began to approach Tommy. 

“What are you doing Toby?!” Tommy yelled as walked backward, but then he hit the wall. “It was never meant to be.” those would be the last words, Tommy would ever hear as Toby shoved the knife into Tommy’s heart. 

Toby cleaned up the body by putting it into the trash bag along with the knife. He quickly disposed of the body. 

3 days later

Tommy was reported missing by his parents and the police were on the search. M/n was worried. Toby called M/n to do a cooking stream. M/n was suspicious about this cause this came out of nowhere. But in the end, M/n agreed. 

A few hours have passed and M/n arrived at the residence of Toby. m/n knocked on the door waiting for an answer just then the door swung open revealing a smiling Toby. 

“Hey there M/n! Glad that you arrived!” Toby sounded a bit too happy for your liking. “Please come in!” he invited you in. But as you walked, you heard the door close and lock behind you. Just as you turned around you got knocked by a heavy object. 

You slowly began to wake, you noticed that you were tied up. You looked around until your eyes landed on Toby. He had a wicked smile plaster on his face. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked desperately wanting to know why. ‘Did he cause Tommy to go missing?’ You thought to yourself until you hear Toby coming to you. 

“You know, I always reject this feeling inside me. This feeling caused me to love you. Tommy was getting in the way of us being together, he had to be dealt with.”

“You’re a monster! You killed Tommy and you think I’m going to love you?!” this angered Toby but didn’t show it. “You’ll learn to love… cause you’ll be staying here…

Forever…”

[princessofprocrastination]

Nothing But Hatred (GeorgeNotFound)

MASTERLIST 

pairing : georgenotfound / george davidson x reader

summary : you had nothing but love for people, even strangers. so how could george hate you so much? 

a/n : long imagine? i owe you guys this. also, happy new years!

you were taught since young to love people. 

“you don’t know what they have gone through before.” your mum always reminded you whenever you would complain to her about someone. 

and since then, the quote stuck to you. it was planted in your head even more when she passed away. you couldn’t describe the pain to other people. 

your dad also left the earth soon after her, following suite. his last words to you in the hospital were “i know you can take care of yourself, i believe in you. always.” you just turned eighteen then. 

since you were a legal adult, the house was automatically yours. now, you’re twenty-one, and since then, you have moved out. 

you found yourself a decent sized house. born and raised in florida, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the country, or state, that is. that’s just one thing you couldn’t bring yourself to do. 

you often forget that you’re on your own, no parents. born the only child, no siblings. and since you are a legal adult and everyone thinks you’re all good on your own, seeing that you have done many things on your own, your relatives don’t pry in your life. 

no, you weren’t lonely, if you say so yourself. you and dream, or clay, as you call him are best friends. literally platonic soulmates. you met him when you both are seventeen. he stayed with you through everything. 

when he started blowing up on social media, you were ecstatic. but you would often jokingly brag to him that you blew up way before he did. 

you didn’t understand why people watched you, if you were being honest. clay would say that it’s because of your charming and kind self that brought so many supportive people. you don’t agree. 

you never once pried in clay’s life. in social media and in real life. who’s his friends are his and you never would try to come across that. your friends and yours and his friends are his. simple. 

when clay blew up, no one knew that the two of you even knew each other, let alone best friends. they found that out weirdly. somehow they heard clay screaming in your kitchen when you were streaming. that clearly was a common occurrence for you since you barely even acknowledged it. 

yes, before anyone asks, there were shipping comments immediately after that. but, you two talked about it on stream, about how you two were nothing but amazing friends. but neither of you mind the ship comments. the fanarts have always been so incredible. 

being the biggest supporter of clay, or dream, you watched every single stream, video, liked posts of his, so you knew who his friends were. 

although you told clay that you didn’t want to pry into his life, he begged you to talk to his friends. you clicked so well with everyone. beside george. you didn’t understand it at first. whenever you’d watch his streams, he’d seem so nice and welcoming. 

but somehow, whenever you’d join in their discord or play in the dream smp, his tone would change drastically. 

after some time, you got the memo. he just didn’t like you. and you accepted that. not everyone would like you, so you backed off. you gave excuses to clay if george was present. 

you didn’t want to be the one interrupting his stream or be the cause of his mood change. so you stayed away, and so far, it had been better that way. 

you and clay were different in some ways. everyone is. but to be more specific, he made his money off of social media. and no, this wasn’t to say that he is below you. in fact, he was lucky that he got to do that. 

and this also didn’t meant that you couldn’t live off of your streaming money, you just rather do something other than social media. you wanted to make sure that if one day your social media career were to flop, you’d have a backup plan. 

but you didn’t want to put your degree to waste. your mum used to tell you all the time to study all while you are still young, so that you don’t regret it when you’re older. 

so that is what you did. you spent your years studying psychology, something you’ve always wanted to do. and in your free time, you’d stream or make videos. you didn’t tell that to the public, wanting that part of you to be private and away from social media. 

and one more thing, you never once brought up the loss of your parents to the public. you wanted people to like you for you, and not want them to like you for pity. hence, no one besides clay knew about your parents. 

and lucky for you, clay understood and no one had brought up any questions about your parents. they just knew you lived alone. 

you sat on clay’s bed, on your laptop, typing in important paperwork that had to be done from home. he invited you over. he told you he was lonely and that he needed the company. and in exchange of your company, he’d buy the both of you takeout for dinner. 

so you agreed. you told him that you being there would make no difference since you would be sat in the corner doing work anyways but he still begged you to come, saying that he didn’t mind it, that he just wanted you to be there. 

that is another common occurrence. there are days when he just needed someone to be there with him, in the same room. you never asked why but you enjoyed the company too, so you never bothered to know. 

as you sat on his bed typing, he was on his desk recording a minecraft hitmen video for his youtube with george, sapnap and badboyhalo. you could feel the nerves coming from him. 

he did need to pay his friends if he lost, after all. not that he cared about money but his ego was too big to lose now. 

you heard him bang his desk as he won, somehow by flying a boat. your best friend was a genius anyways, so you were not surprised that he did something new. 

now they were just talking on discord, you still typing on your laptop, unmoving from your spot on his bed. 

“you hungry?” clay asked you, to which you didn’t reply, since you were too focused into your work. he called your name another two times before you stopped typing and looked up at him. 

you shook your head, and pointed to your laptop, telling him that you just wanted to get this done before the two of you ate. he continued talking to his friends after that. 

“yeah she’s here. i just needed the company.” you heard him say. you knew he was talking about you. his friends probably asked who he was talking to earlier, anyway. 

“george, stop.” you heard him say. your heart sunk a little. you could hear the conversation going on in discord. you had heard george saying something along the lines of ‘if she’s here i’m out.’

that really hurt, but you knew you had to suck it up. “i’ll leave, it’s okay.” you said, closing your laptop and picking up your stuff. 

“wait, don’t leave. he’s jok-” 

“i’ll see you another day, clay. go have fun.” you cut his sentence, smiling at him as you left his room, and place. 

as you sat in your car, driving home, you wondered if you were really unlikeable. clay always said that you are the nicest person he’s ever met yet you never believed him. this was the reason. why did his friend hate you so damn much?

you tried to push it to the back of your mind. you parked your car in your house garage, but stayed in the car. 

at this time you wished you had your parents still. death comes to everyone at some point, and you knew that. but it felt unfair, not having both your parents. you wished you still had them to talk to, to hug and cry to whenever you had a bad day.

weeks pass since that uneventful day and you are not having the best day. 

to sum it up, you went to work early, ready to meet your mentor, to teach you the way around your workplace. however, your mentor had called in sick and apologized to you. 

everyone gets sick so you didn’t blame her. but that would mean that you had to do things on your own, no one to guide you, so you were lost constantly. this also meant that you were screamed at a lot. 

they called you names, saying that you are useless, slow, lazy, and that you are just a pretty face but you didn’t have the brains to work professionally. sure, that hurt. but at the end of the day, this was what you wanted, so you continued, you pushed through all the mean words. 

you went home with a heavy heart. you were exhausted, mentally drained as well. you facetimed clay on your way home, when you were driving to tell him everything. you just needed to let it out. 

he told you to go home and relax, that you would be all good tomorrow. 

at first, you believed him, but then you felt like you weren’t feeling any better, so you decided to stream. 

“i just showered, please ignore my wet hair.” you told chat as you started your stream. 

as the hour passes, you started to feel better. clay watched your stream, donating you at times to ask you questions. 

your phone goes off, signaling someone calling you. you picked up, knowing it was clay anyways since no one else would call you at 10pm. 

“discord.” he told you and hung up. 

“wow, not even a hi. what a friend.” you told your chat while you got in discord. 

you silently went in, not greeting anyone. you had a feeling that it isn’t just clay in the call. 

“there she is.” sapnap called you out. you said hi to all of them, even george, who you knew was in the call too. he only grumbled a reply to you. 

you guessed that george streaming since sometimes he would talk to himself, not muted. sapnap told you to join the smp and play with them, to which you agreed since the night was still young anyways. 

you spawned at sapnap’s house somehow, but walked across the smp towards where the rest of them were. you heard george say something as your character walked closer to them, you were still in the discord call, anyways. 

“dream, why did she need to be here?” you heard him say.

“maybe cause i’m his best friend?” you replied, innocently. you didn’t realize that you saying this would cause a huge problem, or could potentially lead to a fight between the boys and you. 

“i’m his best friend, you butt off.” he says, somewhat using an angry tone. 

“wait, i didn’t mean to-” you tried to say but was cut off by george. 

“you’re literally so fucking annoying. i don’t understand how clay can stand you.” he almost shouted. 

you could feel the tears coming, but you tried your best to keep it in, not wanting to cry on stream, especially with your facecam on. 

“george, language.” bad told him off, trying to ease the tension. 

“no, no. i’m not going to just sit and keep quiet anymore. i don’t like her here.” george starts another sentence.

“i’ll go.” you tried to say, voice small.

“georg-” clay tries to stop him before it goes too far. 

“chat says she’s about to cry? well go cry to your mum, don’t waste your time here on the smp.” he scolds. 

fuck. that one really hurt. “george what the fuck.” you heard clay say before you silently left the smp and discord chat.

you still had your stream. you didn’t want to disappoint so you still kept your stream going, trying not to cry. 

you connected your ipad to your laptop so they could see what you were up to. you decided to draw since you didn’t feel like going on your own world in minecraft. 

“chat, i drew this of sapnap the other day cause i was bored.” you showed them, zooming in the drawing on your ipad. 

your intention was to only show chat your drawing of sapnap but you didn’t realize that you accidentally clicked off that drawing, and showed a different drawing on stream.

“oops, you weren’t suppose to see that, chat.” you told them as you clicked back from the drawing you accidentally showed them. specifically, you had shown them a drawing of george that you made. 

“calm down, chat. i draw everyone.” you tried to ease the comments that arrived to your stream. 

“i even drew dream but that’s in my private section cause you guys haven’t seen his face yet.” you told them. 

the comments were positive. some of them were telling you to post it on twitter, that the boys would appreciate it. “oh my god, chat. fine i will, i’ll post them right now.” 

you went on twitter and posted every single drawing of them, even clay’s but you picked the ones that you had drawn a mask on him. you captioned it “chat told me to do it and i couldn’t disappoint them.” 

slowly you saw that your positive chat started to turn very negative. the name calling, the degrading. people were calling you attention seeking, that you are nothing but a whore for drawing them all. 

“okay guys, i should go to bed, i have things to do in the morning.” you told them, saying goodbye, leaving the stream and turning your pc off. 

you had your twitter notifications off so that you wouldn’t be annoyed at the constant pinging but since you were already on twitter, you had known that most of the people you drew had already noticed it. they retweeted it, screenshotted it, asking for your permission to post it or use it in their profile. 

you replied to most of them, before turning your phone off to get ready for bed. 

you sat on your bed, staring at your wall opposite you. you could feel the exhaustion come over you, the tears streaming down your face. it had been a good couple of hours. 

streaming definitely did take your mind off a lot of the things from your job earlier. but somehow you felt like your day got worse. 

you didn’t blame george, nor anyone for the matter. you needed to just suck it up, that not everyone will like you and that it’s okay for someone to call you out like that. 

that didn’t mean what he said didn’t hurt. in fact, nothing hurt you more than this. the fact he reminded you about your mum. you wished you could cry to your mum. everyday. you just wanted to hug her, talk to her. you wanted nothing else than to have a couple more moments with your parents. 

you needed to be tough, as your dad told you to be. you won’t be torn down because of this. your phone rang. you already know it’s clay facetiming you. you dried your tears and quickly went to wash your face.  

“hi.” you started, smiling to him as you picked the call up. 

“you don’t have to act like you’re okay. you’re allowed to cry.” he reminds you. 

“i am okay, don’t worry.” you told him. 

“you aren’t” he starts. “he went too far, i’m sorry.” he says. 

“don’t apologize. neither of your faults. i am tired though, i’m going to bed and so should you.” you replied to him, reminding him not to remain awake for too long.

“sleep well, hopefully tomorrow won’t suck for you. i’ll sleep later. goodnight. i love you.” 

“i love you too.” you told him before you ended the call. 

you laid down on your bed, continued crying and praying that tomorrow would be better. with that, you cocooned yourself in your covers and went to bed. 

-

DREAM’S POV

“what the actual fuck, george.” i scolded the british boy as you left the smp and discord call. 

“turn off your streams, all of you.” i told them. 

i had your live put up on my other monitor, so i knew exactly what was going on and what she was doing. so far, her chat had nothing but nice things to say and now she’s showing her drawings to them. 

good. she’s good so far. she’s probably only trying to take her mind off things. 

as all the boys turned off their streams, i told them to wait before i continues saying anything. we were all still on minecraft, doing our own things. i couldn’t just sit and do nothing, i would end up being too mad and breaking things. 

“i am so fucking disappointed in you, george.” i started to say. i was truly disappointed. i knew the two of them somehow didn’t get along well but i didn’t understand why he’s such an ass about this. 

“i find her so fucking pretentious. i refuse to sit here and not say anything about it.” george told all of us. i wish i could shake him awake right now. 

“she has been nothing but nice to you, what is wrong with you?” my voice louder now. 

“clay, i fucking hate her. she’s acting nice in front of everyone. you, chat. i don’t like that.” 

“acting nice? she’s the nicest person i’ve met.” i scolded him, bad and sapnap agreeing with me. 

“then you clearly haven’t met many nice people, clay.” he told me, scoffing. 

at this, i got more angry. i didn’t want to hold back. i couldn’t anymore. although i knew she’d get mad at me for telling people this, i didn’t care. i had to tell them, tell george. he will not just step on my best friend and get away with it, not when i’m around. 

“you dickhead. you told her to cry to her mum. her mum isn’t there to be there for her, to console her, to calm her down when your bitch-ass decide to talk crap about her. her dad isn’t there to hug her, to tell her that boys like you don’t deserve her. you really fucked up this time, george. i can’t believe you.” i basically screamed at him. 

“what?” i head sapnap say. “you don’t say-” he tried to say again. 

“her parents passed away when she was eighteen. she had no one but me. even her relatives don’t give a shit about her anymore.” i told them. that felt good to say. sure, it is a private matter about you and i should respect her boundaries but i can’t listen to george talk shit about you like that and not do anything. 

“i hope you’re happy, george. you probably fucking broke her.” i told him before leaving the smp and discord call. 

before i left, i heard him. “fuck.” i knew bad and sapnap would torment him anyways. 

i called you right after that. you looked fresh and looked like you haven’t been crying but i knew better. i knew you went to the bathroom before picking up my phone call. i knew you too well. 

when she hung up on me, i went to check out her twitter. i saw my twitter notifications earlier and saw that she posted something. i knew it had to be one of the drawings. chat must’ve told her to post it. 

my heart sunk when i saw a drawing of george. you are too nice for this world. no one on this earth deserves you, not even me. the fact that you still posted him when he was the cause of your tears prior to this. 

and the fact that he has been mean to you since the start yet you still spent hours drawing him just melts me. george really needs to wake up. 

i saved the drawing you drew of me and had it up as my profile picture. it was too wholesome. you really are talented. not to mention, really smart too. you were incredibly forgiving, it wouldn’t shock me to hear that you’re not even mad at george for being so rude to you. 

-

YOUR POV

i heard a knock on my door as i was finishing reading a book. i went to the front door not really expecting it to be anyone. maybe it’s clay, since he comes to your house often and never told you earlier. not that you mind, anyways. 

you were shocked, to say the least, to see a slightly shorter than clay, boy standing in front of you. that isn’t the shocking part. it is the fact that you are well aware of the man standing in front of you. 

george. and for some reason, he was holding flowers.

when you opened the door, he smiled sheepishly at you. you just stared at him, waiting for him to say something before you decide to. 

nothing. he says nothing. “is this about the things you called me? i totally get why you said what you did and i don’t blame you.” you said first, since it didn’t seem like he would. 

“how am i not one to blame when i was so incredibly rude to you, not even getting to know you first.” he finally opens up. 

“did clay ask you to come?” you asked him. he shook his head. 

“i offered, actually.” he started. 

“i couldn’t just sit around and not try to apologize. i’m so sorry for turning a blind eye and calling you such things. i didn’t mean any of it.” he says.

before you try to say something, he cuts you off. “and i know you’re going to stand there and tell me i did nothing wrong, that i have nothing to apologize about but that’s not true.” he says. 

you smiled. were you that predictable. you knew he had a couple more things to say, hence you kept your mouth shut and told him to continue, and that you wouldn’t cut in this time. 

besides, him apologizing with bouquet of flowers in his hands is just too adorable for you. so you decide that you should enjoy this. 

“clay told me how much of an idiot i am for talking about your mum. i didn’t mean anything i said, i swear.” he starts again. 

“i just- it seems like you and clay are so close and it made me feel so alone, like i barely stood a chance with you in the first place. and that thought alone made me feel enraged. i know that doesn’t count as an excuse, nothing can count as an excuse bu-” you cut him off by pulling him by behind his neck to kiss him. 

the kiss was short, but sweet. it was for two reasons, one, to shut him up, for him to stop rambling, and two, for him to realize that you liked him just as much. 

as you pulled away from the short kiss, he was already looking at you with a glint in his eyes, as if he was looking at the last piece of donut in a coffee shop.

he showed you a grin, a grin like none other. it showed you how much he did actually like you. 

it’s safe to say he only spent the rest of his stay at your house, or in your company. even clay couldn’t steal him from you. 

[crown-anon]

hi!! I write things sometimes :)

I'm gonna revamp this post soon. I'm working on a google form for requests so you don't have to go through all the rules every time you want me to write something. I know they're easy to forget!

general rules

I write most genres. even if I've never heard of it before, I'd probably like writing it

I write AUs, but I'm not very knowledgeable about them. I'll ask you to explain an AU in more detail if I've never heard of it before

I write for existing ships and reader inserts. I'm neutral on the pro/anti ship discourse, and whether or not I'll write a toxic relationship is really on a case-by-case basis. ask first

I write headcanons (bullet list format), imagines (short with several paragraphs, dialogue, continuity, etc.), and one-shots (like imagines, but a lot longer & more structured). specify your desired format in your request

I write multiple separate relationships ("multiple characters") for headcanons and imagines, at your request. in general, the more separate relationships, the shorter each headcanon/imagine will be

I write poly relationships! when requesting multiple people for headcanons and imagines, specify if you mean poly. otherwise, I'll assume you mean multiple mono relationships. I also write poly in one-shots

I write references to past abuse ambiguously in the context of healing and recovery. flashbacks included

I write self-harm and gore, past and present, if you want. I find it cathartic

I don't write for woman or she/her readers. it makes me really dysphoric. I assume readers are gender-neutral, so specify if you prefer something else, please

I don't write for OCs. I'd like to keep my reader inserts as inclusive as possible for any audience who desires to read them, not just the original requester

I don't write ongoing abuse. yandere is abuse

constructive criticism is welcomed and desired!!

if I produce any content that makes you uncomfortable, ask me to tag it and I will :) we do not have to be mutuals, reader comfort is my top priority. I'm starting out with the AO3 rating and content warning system for now. eventually this post will contain a tag list for your convenience

if there is a request that I don't want to write for whatever reason, I'll answer it and address it. I know it feels bad to be left waiting and wondering

if you as a requester want the reader to, or pointedly not, express their gender a certain way (like makeup and dresses, or suits, or whatever, especially if it's GNC for their gender), let me know so I can incorporate your preferences in the writing!

I'm still in school, so…go easy on me, haha. but I graduate this spring so fucking POG. even so, my posting will be irregular and unscheduled because mental illness 💔 so be prepared for that

in the future, I want to write for many fandoms! they will all have their own subsets of rules, as follows:

minecraft youtube (MCYT) rules

I currently only write for the dreamwastaken, GeorgeNotFound, and Sapnap. this is subject to change in the future as I consume more MCYT content and become more acquainted with other creators. I don't think I could do them justice at this time

if a content creator sees this and is uncomfortable with something here, 1. I am so, so sorry, & 2. DM me and I'll remove it :)

I haven't had the time to watch dream SMP, so I can't write for the characters, I only write for the real life people right now. this is subject to change. I will, however, write for them in a minecraft setting if it is wanted, just not in the actual SMP. and no spoilers, please!

I use their real names (unless they've said it makes them uncomfortable). if you're requesting something and you want me to use their screen names instead, please specify

enjoy your stay!! xoxo

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explicit content will be tagged "#limeade-zest," so block that tag if you don't want to see it.

explicit rules (under the cut)

I write dubcon in most cases, usually only with implied consent (e.g. anything that was negotiated in advance, like somnophilia)

I write most kinks. if you're requesting smut, specify which, if any, kinks/dynamics you wish to include

I don't write dom/little, as it is a trigger of mine

I don't write noncon or CNC. you can thank the trauma for that one!

I don't write tickling. I refuse to associate that with sex. I just can't do it

I don't write unsanitary kinks. (is spit-as-lube unsanitary? spit-as-lube is alright.) I specifically mean things like coprophilia, emetophilia, and urophilia

on the subject of anatomy, if you as a requester want me to use certain language when referencing the reader's body, please specify! I do write for readers with AFAB bodies, as well as (obviously) AMAB bodies and transmasculine bodies at any stage. I would love to include intersex, but I am not very knowledgeable on that, so bear with me, please

enjoy your stay!! xoxo

edited 10 March 2021

[dasdast]

will you be my boyfriend george henry davidson?

georgenotfound x male reader

oneshot

fluff!

who wouldve know how flirty jokes would be more than just jokes in a matter of time, not george!

(name) and George are both very oblivious that they crushed on each other. George was shy, not know for confrontation while (name) liked meeting new people. One of the qualities of being (name) is that he was smooth. He’d throw in a few flirty “jokes” at the Brit, but in the end they’d both laugh it off, leaving (name) a bit disappointed if it didn’t get at least one reaction from George. On the other hand, George although being known for being secluded, knew how to keep his emotions intact from ever breaking. He would scream himself internally every time (name) would make a flirty joke regarding him, laughing it off, but just like (name), feeling disappointed that those flirty jokes were nothing more than just jokes.

Just jokes?

(name) and George were both at the rocky beaches of Brighton. The sun was just about to set, perfect weather for a proposal, and much much more. (name) had invited George out because he’d needed a break from studying and taking his final exams. Very stressful for a senior college student. (name) would always bring up how lucky George was on that he had one more year till he needed to do all these stressful preparations, George was a 3rd year, junior in college.

“Ay George?” (name) wanted to pull another one of his flirty tricks again.

“Yes?” George turned.

“Let’s go swimming, right now.” (name) smirked.

“No- No way. It’s cold and we don’t have a change of clothes.”

“Aw c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“No.”

(name) sighed. He acted fast and felt the hands of his crush repeatedly beating his back, telling him to put him down. He ran across the rocky floors and in the process loosened up his and his friend’s shoes and even socks, getting ready to jump into the beach in his euphoric state.

“Ready?!” (name) exclaimed.

“Wait no (name)!-“

Before George could say anything else, he felt his body and head submerged into water. He clung onto (name), due to the fact he didn’t know how to swim, that also being one of the reasons he didn’t want to swim.

(name) also held onto George tight and swam further into the water. (name) was getting cold, but his state made him completely forget that feeling, radiating heat off of him.

“Woo!” (name) laughed and splashed.

He continued laughing, but stopped when he didn’t hear George reply back. Their positions only slightly changed. Instead of George being on the shoulders of (name), he was now at his front, holding him and his clothing tightly and his head laying on his shoulders instead. (name) still having one arm onto the Brit felt the shivers going down his spine. Not shivers of coldness, but shivers of fear. That’s when (name) realized what was going on, George had a fear of deep bodies of water.

“Hey man I-I had no idea y-you were actually..” (name) stuttered, now feeling the effects of the cold.

George didn’t reply, just kept on holding tight.

“I-I’m sorry George..” (name) replied.

He took his other hand and fully supported the Brit’s body, heading back onto the shore of rocks. George was able to stand properly. (name) pulled him to a part of the rocks, water dripping down their clothes and just sat.

(name) took of his top, squeezing it out of a water and layer it flat next to him. (name) hoped George would do the same to avoid any cases of hypothermia, but all he saw was the boy knees up and head on the sockets, shivering as well. (name) didn’t want to violate him, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to move because of the shock.

(name) scooter over, reaching for the ends of his friend’s shirt and quickly pulling it up.

“W-What the fuck are you-“ George exclaimed, trying to stop whatever was happening.

“You’re cold, you’re just gonna get colder with a wet shirt on you know.”

George scoffed at him, letting his arms be pulled up, remaining shirtless.

(name) squeezed the water out of George’s shirt, the same movements he did for his, and layed it flat right next to the shivering boy.

“Look.. I’m sorry.. You said to put you down and I didn’t and I just forcefully dragged you in the water without thinking if you had any bad memories with it..”

George didn’t reply, just continued staring at the sea, and the sun coming down the shore.

The mood was terrible.

“Hey, you know you’re pretty cute shirtless right?” (name) trying to see if a flirty comment would brighten him up.

George continued staring at the beach, unfazed.

He was still shivering.

(name) got up, walked behind him, sat down, and embraced him.

“W-What the fuck-“

“You’re cold.” (name) replied, still holding tight while George tried pushing his arms away.

“Fuck off leave me alone-“

“No.”

“MOVE!” George exclaimed.

They were silent, only hearing the crowd fly and the water moving.

“I’m-“ Before (name) could say anything, George stood up.

“Just stop, stop. Stop apologizing, stop getting close to me, j-just.. just stop!”

George started walking away, but (name) held one of his arms before he could fully walk away.

“Let go!”

“I-I don’t understand.. where is this-“ (name) was a bit shaken at the events that just happened, but was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Coming from? Where is this coming from were you gonna ask?!”

“I’m so tired of your bullshit (name).”

Man oh man was (name) about to tear up.

“You’re so fucking annoying, you’re so fucking.. ugh let go!”

George forced his arm out of (name)’s grasp, walking away again but being stopped because of his other arm being held onto.

“Wait please-“

“Get away from me!”

“Wait please.. please don’t go..” (name) as George tried pulling away from his grasp.

“W-What did I do wrong..?” Feeling tear spike his right eye.

George saw this.

“You..” George looked to his side, stopped his tries at trying to pull away from you.

“You keep pushing me, just keep on pushing me.. You always say these jokes, these jokes that I wish were real, these jokes that I wish didn’t make me feel things for you..! It hurts.. And you keep on playing with me every single time, every single thing you say about me starts to hurt, a lot..”

(name) let go.

“And it hurts because.. I know it isn’t true. In my mind I keep wishing for it to be.. For you to actually having feelings for me, for you to actually think my hair looks cute when it’s messy, thinking that baggy clothes make me look adorable, thinking I’m actually attractive, thinking that.. I’m attractive.. to you...”

The stayed silent.

“I.. I-I should go..” George said.

He went back to where you both sat, picking up his damp shirt, and heading over to where you had tossed his socks and shoes.

Before he could put on his socks, he felt someone against his back.

(name) had embraced him.

“I love you.”

George’s body frozen from the words that he had just heard.

“I fucking love you.”

George started to get mad again.

“Shut the fuck up!-“

(name) let go of his embrace.

“I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU GEORGE HENRY DAVIDSON!” (name) you yelled out just loud enough for people to start looking.

“(name) what are you!-“

“I LOVE THE WAY YOUR HAIR LOOKS WHEN ITS MESSED UP, I LOVE HOW ADORABLE YOU LOOK IN BAGGY CLOTHES, I LOVE HOW EVERYTIME YOU TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES THEY LEAVE A SMALL MARK ON YOUR EARS, I LOVE HOW YOU ALWAYS LOOK AWAY WHEN I TELL YOU YOU’RE CUTE! I LOVE YOU AND EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DO!”

(name) took one last deep breath.

“GEORGE HENRY DAVIDSON! WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND!”

You heard people gasping and cameras recording you, but you didn’t care, you were saying all this to prove to George that this isn’t just some cruel joke, this is your true feelings.

On the other side, George was stunned. He felt every single part of his body about to pop off and fly all over the whole world. He felt like a microwave when you accidentally forgot that you left tin foil inside when turning it on and it explodes.

“Say yes!” You both heard a random person say.

You took deep breaths as you waited for George’s answer.

George walked up to you, dropped the two socks he was holding in his two hands, and held you close.

“Yes I will be your boyfriend, will you shut up now?” He whispered to your ear.

You felt ecstatic, happy, no more than happy, overjoyed. You were the luckiest person alive right now.

You picked up George and swung him around, not minding the small rocks under you slightly puncturing your foot.

“HES MY BOYFRIEND NOW EVERYONE!! HE SAID YES!!” You exclaimed gleefully as you held George tight, still spinning.

You giggled left and right while hearing the protests from George to let him down. People clapped at you both.

You stopped after feeling a bit dizzy.

“George.”

“(name).”

“Would you mind me trying something?” You smirked.

George knew what was about to happen. He closed his eyes, ready for you.

You tilted him down a bit, bending down a bit, and kissed him.

You let go after a quick minute of holding that touch and stood him straight.

“God I must be the luckiest person in the whole entire galaxy to be dating George Henry Davidson.” You smiled as you embraced him once again.

“Oh will you shut up already..”

George wasn’t gonna let anyone know, especially not you, but he really didn’t want you to shut up.

George would disagree at your statement, because right now, HE was the luckiest person in the whole entire galaxy to have you by his side.