#bottom!george

[beatleskinkmeme]

Bottom!George/Top!Paul.

Paul is great with instruments and knows how to make a good melody. His boyfriend is no exception, so George will be caressed and stimulated as many times as Paul wants just to find out how good he is at playing the "instrument". George is very loud with his moans and Paul, of course, has a tape recorder on to save all the sounds his partner makes. Set in the mid-1970s because they are both very sexy there.

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[doveafterdark]

Talk To Me

Sapnap x George

Sapnap and George had fallen into a relationship rather quickly after moving in, still deciding to keep it a secret from social media. The two could hardly keep their hands off each other. George loved how Sapnap could handle him, he wanted someone to put him in his place and Sapnap did it with ease and no hesitation. Sapnap had been trying to clean up his desk while George sat on his office chair. Sapnap dropped his water bottle with a loud clang, causing him to huff in frustration.

"για χατίρι" He growled under his breath, reaching for the bottle. George stared at Sapnap with wide eyes, blow pupils and a slacked jaw as he felt that pressure build in his gut.

"What did you say?"

"Hmm?"

"What did you just say?"

"για χατίρι, I just kinda swore in frustration..."

After repeating his phrase he noticed how George’s eyes darkened and he squeezed his shaking legs together.

"What? You liked that?" George’s eyes fluttered as he nodded slowly, flushed in embarrassment. Sapnap couldn't help but smirk at the fact, leaning in to bracket George in the seat, watching him sink beneath his gaze.

"Η δεύτερη γλώσσα μου σε διεγείρει?" His voice was low, almost a purr. George exhaled shakily, whimpering softly. Sapnap dips down to catch his bite swollen lips, feeling George’s desperation. He quickly picked him up, holding him with a firm grip on his ass. George pants desperately against his lips as he clutches Sapnap’s t-shirt. Sapnap lays the two on the floor, hastily removing both their clothing. George crooned as Sapnap bit down on his neck, soothing the bites with his tongue as he grinding into him.

"Fuck, Talk to me" Sapnap pushed open George’s legs, wetting his fingers before working him open.

"Ποιος ήξερε ότι βρήκατε αυτό το τόσο καυτό όμορφο αγόρι~" George moaned loudly,

"Fuck I love how your voice sounds when you talk like that."

"Yeah~? You like when I speak Greek Υπέροχος~?" He can feel George shudder whenever he spoke. He pressed in slowly, letting George rock his hips in a way for him to comfortably adjust.

"Yeah, I fuckin love it.." George sounded entirely out of breath.

"Breathe Αγάπη μου~" He rubbed George’s hips, feeling the pressure of himself inside his boyfriend, seeing the soft bulge in his lower stomach.

"I'm ok, I'm good, I'm amazing actually, fuckin move, please!" George usually didn't beg before he thrusted, Sapnap grabbed both his wrists, pinning them to the floor by his head as he starts thrusting, hard and fast.

"Θα είσαι ο θάνατος μου μωρό μου~" He purred in his ear, snapping his hips at a bruising pace. Feeling George press his heels into his back, moaning at the top of his lungs as Sapnap hit his prostate with every thrust. George’s toes curled painfully tight as he arched up into Sapnap, with a cry as he came hard, vision fading to black. He came to in Sapnap’s boxers and hoodie on his couch while he finished cleaning up his workspace.

"Why aren't you holding me...?" Sapnap turned, realizing that George was fully back.

"Didn't want to interfere with your headspace, you were floaty for a good while hun."

"No Greek nickname?"

"I don't think you can take one right now if I'm honest"

[beatleskinkmeme]

More loud bottom George, Starrison

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[beatleskinkmeme]

dylarrison with bottom george pretty please

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[doveafterdark]

Cross Faded

Sapnap x George

Warnings: Smoking W33d and Alcohol Consumption

With Dream in California and George bored he went to Sapnap’s room and found him high out of his mind, listening to low-fi. He brought a few bottles of different alcohols and asked Sap to drink with him, which he agreed. They drank for a while, giggling at each other, slowly getting more and more touchy, knocking down two and a half bottles.

"What were you doing in here before I came?"

"I smoked, I actually wanna smoke a little more now, you want some?" George went quiet for a minute, staring at the bong Sapnap pulled out haphazardly.

"You don't have to George, I was just offering." Sapnap reassures when he was met with silence. He packed the bong with methodical hands, George watched his hands with hooded eyes, his fingers making his spine tingle. He watched Sapnap lift the bong up to his lips, sparking the lighter to light the bud. Watching closely as he inhaled slowly, expertly taking a large hit and blowing the smoke up instead of in George’s face. The shape of his jaw on full display, the smoke flowing from his plump pink lips, George felt dizzy. Normally he would scrunch up his face at the smell of the marijuana but in his drunken haze he just jutted his chin towards Sapnap.

"I wanna try, I've never done it though..."

"Put your mouth on this like I did." George leaned forward, copying what he saw Sapnap do a minute ago, looking up at him for approval.

"I'll teach ya." Sapnap’s pupils were blown wide, he shuffled in front of George, holding the mouth of the bong up to him.

"Perfect, now I'm gonna light this part, when I pull back, suck deep, don't take too much since it's your first time. When you're done, pull back and suck in, then exhale." He explained slowly with hooded eyes, waiting for George to nod in understanding. He carefully lit the bud again, letting it burn slightly.

"Suck." He instructed, making eye contact, George thought he might pass out. He did as instructed, noticing how Sapnap watched the tube, watching how much he took before pulling it back for him. He gently cupped George’s face, tilting it up.

"Blow." George exhaled slowly as instructed, coughing harshly after.

"That's normal don't worry, you did great!" He said patting his back. They went back and forth for a while, George felt the effects slowly creeping as he complained about the coughing.

"We can try shottgunning?"

"What's shotgunning?" Sapnap raised his eyebrows at George as he ripped a massive hit before putting his stuff on his bedside table. He grabbed George’s face before leaning in, stopping just before their lips touched.

"Suck." He whispered, blowing the smoke into his mouth. George sucked the second hand smoke, blowing it out afterwards, not coughing. George couldn't stop himself anymore, he climbed onto Sapnap’s lap, slotting their lips together. He tasted like the smoke and smooth cognac, George tasted like pink lemonade svedka and the coke he used as a chaser. He licked the back of his teeth, feeling Sapnap’s tongue push back, claiming him almost immediately. George moaned into his mouth, he clung to him, slowly rocking his hips. Both gently tugging each other's hair. George began panting against his lips as Sapnap sucked his tongue, bit his lip, and grabbed his ass, massaging it. George held onto him tightly, whining as Sapnap kissed down his neck. Sapnap slapped his plump behind, sucking hickeys and leaving bite marks all over his sensitive neck, George had a clear bulge in his sweatpants when Sapnap flipped them over. George laid flat on his back with his legs open, letting Sapnap grind into his heat. He moaned loudly when Sapnap slipped his hand under his loose t-shirt to play with his nipples, pinching, flicking, rubbing them, all while sucking on his sweet spot under his ear.

"S-s-saaapnaaap~ Fuck, I'm close!" George whined, rocking his hips up to chase his orgasm. Sapnap heard the front door open, indicating that Dream had returned from California. He slapped his hand over George’s mouth, unwillingly muffling his pornagraphic moans. He sped up significantly, watching George’s eyes cross and roll back as his throaty whines sped up and got higher pitched. George’s back arched up and his legs shook before the clamped around Sapnap, he clung to Sapnap tight, heaving into his neck as he came down from his orgasm.

"Breathe beautiful~ you did real good~ we should change you out of these though, before it dries and gets gross. Plus Dream is back and I don't think you want to see him in jizz pants." George nodded sleepily, still loopy from his orgasm and his high. He let Sapnap change him into a pair of his boxers and shorts.

"We definitely need to do that again... preferably uninterrupted next time."

[beatleskinkmeme]

currently dying for my fix of george being an absolute slut. just a filthy little bottom whore. how much do i have to pay to read him getting humiliated and used and fucked??

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[dnfao3tags]

do you have any pwp fics ? preferably with bottom!george and top!dream ?

i have a tag for that right here and i also have this and this tag , and here are a few more

— Movie Night by MilkWasTaken (expl. | comp. | 8k)

Dream walks in on George watching a scary movie. Wanting to spend time with his best friend, he decides to watch it with him. Only problem is, he hates scary movies. Whenever he watches one he finds himself getting way too scared, making it hard for him to even look at the screen. But maybe there’s something George can do to distract him…

— now I'm gonna love you ('till the heavens stop the rain) by snakeinaboyband (expl. | comp. | 3k)

George rarely allows the vulnerability of caring but this is an exception. For Dream, it’s always an exception.

— obsessed by sampam (expl. | comp. | 8k)

When George moves to Florida, he finally learns just how obsessed Dream is with their size difference.

— Call me up by ovanil (expl. | comp. | 5k)

“Oh yeah,” says Dream. “He was, like, threatening me. First, he said he was gonna —“ Dream laughs helplessly — “he was gonna jack off all over my stuff. Which whatever. He’s said that a million times and he’s never done it. And then he was like, ‘Oh, I’m gonna expose you to George, I’m gonna tell him what kind of porn you watch.’ I was like, ‘Dude, George already knows what kind of porn I watch.’” George huffs with laughter, frowning a little at his reflection. “What? No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do,” Dream insists. “There’s, like, nothing Nick could tell you about me that would shock you. Seriously.” “Well,” says George, “maybe he should tell me, then, and we can test that claim.”

— Business Anamoly by middayMay (expl. | comp. | 8k)

George Danvers, an aggressive businessman and CEO of a million dollar company, becomes in need of another assistant when his last one quit. After sitting through a series of painstaking interviews, one man comes in late and urges George to give him a chance. With no other options left, George could only hire that one stranger who arrived late. Things only spiral from there.

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incisors

author: angelbeachcat

info: mature | complete | 2.7k

tags/warnings: friends with benefits, minor character death, smoking, travelling, class differences, hopeful ending

summary: Tragedy hits the summer before Dream’s life is supposed to begin. George takes away the ache, even though he's suffering too.

notes: ive already waxed poetics about this fic to multiple people multiple times, angelbeachcat comes in with another banger who's surprised

snippet:

“C’mon, George,” Dream says. “Just ask me. Ask me for anything. I’ll give it to you.” Sick hunger in his stomach, twisted wanting. It used to not be Dream’s money. George would never let him buy anything for him before. Dream would bitch about how much he hated his father, and George would listen. George is a better man than Dream, because any time Dream would pull out his card, George would scramble to pull out his. Said he’d take Dream’s money when he fucking earned it himself. Now Dream’s father is dead. Now it’s Dream’s money. Now Dream wants George to ask him for the impossible, just so Dream can prove that he can get them for him. They're burning into each other with their eyes. George bares his neck. Dream is all over him.