I forgot to post on here whoops… but anyway, new fic!! :)
And They Were Roommates
Dnf - wip 4/? chapters - rated e
Summary: While traveling through America alone for the first time, George ends up stranded in Florida when his housing plan falls through. After scouring the internet for a short-term room to rent, he lands on quite possibly the weirdest post he's ever seen--alpha seeking beta for non-sexual hook up. Given his tight budget and the shortest available rentals being month-to-month, George makes the questionable decision to respond to the ad. All he could do was hope the alpha wasn't a creep... or mind the fact he's an omega.
if anyone wants a little dnf drabble.... omegaverse but like just so I could give George a rut a/a soft and lazy sex :3 (1.2k words)
It’s the third day of George’s rut, the state of his room a clear enough indicator of the time passed in a haze of taste and touch. The competing pheromones of two alphas have it entirely drenched in the stink of sex, pressed close and physical in the bruises and bites that decorate all the skin on display where Dream and George laze together, enjoying the final, relaxed dregs of desire guiding George’s mind and body. Clothes abandoned days ago still sit in a pile near the door, and the sheets are a mess of lube and cum.
George is happy as a cat that got the cream. He’s sore from head to toe, tired enough to sleep for a week, and sated in a way that only rut sex can achieve. He lies against Dream’s chest now, between his legs. Dream is half sitting up with pillows to hold him there, his face pressed to the junction of George’s neck and shoulder. He’s just as worn out as George is, if not more, with none of the extra energy of a rut of his own, but still he mouths at George’s skin. Lazy presses of lips and teeth, tracing older indents and trails of spit.
The contact, entirely consuming in all the ways they’re pressed together, stirs the last embers of heat in George’s stomach. He presses back further into Dream’s mouth, sighing happily when he gets a harder bite in response, teasing and pinching.
He grabs for one of Dream’s hands where it lies mostly still save for the occasional graze of a thumb or finger against George’s hip, slides it over his own skin to settle between his legs. Dream grabs lazily at his dick, hand engulfing it entirely, and George groans at the sight.
The difference in size between them was something that George had always been aware of, even when he didn’t know what Dream’s face looked like. He’d think of scenes just like this late in the London night, both hands around himself, imagining it was Dream there instead.
It’s better than he’d ever dreamed of. Dream runs warmer than him, and it often manifests in his hands being borderline hot when they’re close like this. His mouth too, slick and wet and burning where he doesn’t stop in his worshipping of George’s skin, has George’s blood heading steadily south. Dream must feel it, if the way he tightens his fingers minutely is any indication, but George keeps still, content to let the moment play out in slow, golden tones.
His eyes slide halfway to shut, the room blurring around him, and it makes it easier for George to think of every way they’ve taken each other apart in the last few days.
Dream’s mouth against his neck and kissing down his spine, lips parted wide and pink when George was hovering over him, hips moving slow and sure. The beautiful sounds that fell from him when George had him pinned to the sheets with a look as he lifted himself up and down and up and down, long moments of pause to press as close as he could and grind his hips until he saw sparks, Dream so deep inside him. And of course, drool gathered at the edges of Dream’s lips for George to gather with the tip of his thumb as he fucked in and out of his mouth, chasing the swell of his knot to paint Dream’s face in shades of pearly white.
Hours and hours of urgent heated gasps and moans to lead to this, the two of them all but stuck together in the aftermath, George’s dick half hard in Dream’s pliant hand.
Greedy, George grabs at Dream’s other hand. He brings this one to his face, rubs his nose into the scent gland on Dream’s wrist and breathes in his heady scent. It’s a wonder, to be able to smell all the ways Dream is feeling entirely fucked out and happy in the little sparks of sweetness that thread through his rich scent that’s always reminded George of an earthy and expensive cologne. Greedier still, he wishes that Dream had a third hand for George to command. He aches for a heavy touch to settle atop his stomach or graze across his chest, and it translates into a small hitch of hips that Dream matches with a squeeze of his hand and a slow, almost teasing movement.
He keeps at that pace, and George sinks back into the haze of rut as his arousal builds itself back up. Dream encourages him on with a hum, his mouth sliding closer to George’s neck where he can lick at his scent glands with long slides of his tongue, stimulating George’s body to pump out more pheromones that drive both of them a little wild.
George rolls his hips, and whines when Dream’s hand slows, only for slide to be replaced with calculated drags of Dream’s fingers up his shaft, circling the head and gliding over the slit, another hum falling from Dream’s mouth when his efforts are rewarded with a blurt of precum to slicken their skin. He keeps at it, movements unpredictable and pushing George closer to the edge with every bitten moan when his fingers trail over a new spot, chasing the places that get George shivering with want.
If George was more capable of thought in that moment, he would have made fun of Dream for the delighted little gasp he made right into George’s ear when his fingers found the swell of George’s knot. It quickly becomes the new focus of Dream’s attention, his fist tightening over the swell of it with intention, and George gasps at the sensitivity, planting his hands in the mattress to get better leverage for rolling his hips up.
The strain of his muscles in chasing pleasure makes the ache of days of doing the same burn hot, and yet it does nothing to deter him. If anything, thinking of one final act to bring everything to a close only pushes him closer to the edge. It pools in his stomach and the V of his hips, sparks up and down his spine, and one final twist of Dream’s hand is enough to bring George over the edge.
Dream strokes him through it in small movements, keeping most of his attention on George’s knot where it swells and swells, filling the gap between the curl of Dream’s fingers with intention.
George watches as cum paints his stomach and Dream’s hand. It’s not quite the claiming his body wants, but his rut is all but over, and he doesn’t have the energy to flop himself over and press into Dream’s body.
He doesn’t realize his eyes have closed until Dream kisses the side of his head with a small mwah. One of his hands is still wrapped around George’s dick where his knot is slowly receding, while the other massages over his collarbone in small motions and deep presses of fingertips and palm.
“Dr’m,” he says, voice breathy. Dream, of course, gets it immediately, sitting up until their faces are level and George can turn his head to press a kiss to Dream’s waiting lips. “Love you,” he murmurs between one kiss and the next. Dream grins into every press of their lips, and George wants to live in the moment forever.
tags: dom george, hand jobs, brief blow job, light bondage, edging, fluff and smut, banter
George smiles. “I’m having fun,” he says.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
Dream huffs like he’s been caught. As if George doesn’t know him better than anyone.
“You’re very pink, Dream,” George says, almost mockingly. He cups his jaw with gentle hands. “So pretty and red,” he murmurs. Dream welcomes his lips easily, like he always does. It’s never a question with them. George licks into Dream’s mouth and pulls a soft whine from his throat.
“Fuck, George,” Dream groans between kisses.
or, george orders colorblind glasses and wants to see just how red dream can get
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i got this idea and told @dwtdog and the rats that i wanted to write a fic about george's obsession with dream turning into an obsession with how red dream's dick gets the more he riles him up and. it became this. enjoy :')
also thank you cadence for betaing and for calling the fic idea "god good also god" originally
Imagine georgenotfound making eye contact with you while eating you out. Your laying on the couch while he's kneeling on the floor, desperately licking your clit. His fingernails make crescent shapes on your hips from how hard he is holding on to you. His eyes are glassy and he's whining, telling you how good you taste. "Fuck, I'm going to cum" you say as you tug on his hair. When you come he let's out a loud whine, continuing his attack on your clit until you have to push him off. when he stands up too kiss you, there is a dark spot on his gray sweatpants. The pride you feel, knowing you can make your boy cum even when you don't touch him.
sapnap called george babe in a recent snap and i can’t stop thinking about sapnap calling him babe while they fuck so here you gooo(you know i had to add dream in here too🤭)
“you like that shit babe?” sapnap mumbles in george’s ear earning a pathetic moan in return from the dark haired man who stays pinned beneath him with his face buried in the comforter “oh come on george” dream chimes in smirking as sapnap reaches down and takes a handful of george’s hair pulling his face from the covers and letting him become face to face with dreams cock “sapnap asked you a question george” dream reminds him as george slowly looks up at dream through teary eyes “i-i love it” george chokes out causing dreams smirk to just grow wider “good boy, now say ahhh”
Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.
Read rules before requesting~°♪
Warnings: Praise, Daddy kink, Sir kink, 'pup/puppy' used once, feel of neglect, mention of karlnapity, Sub!Sapnap, Switch!George, Dom!Dream, technically cheating, curse words, George & Quackity being related.
C/N: Even though I wrote about it, I do not condone cheating. And please do ignore that my nickname is Pandas while reading this- Sapnap has literally no other nicknames with his name-
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Dream and George sat at the other side of the door, listening to Sapnap's sobs. The youngest had been neglected by his fiancés for two months now. Each time he tried talking to them, they would ignore him or had quickly to do something else. They didn't have time for him anymore, and even though it felt selfish for him, he knew damn well that Karl and Quackity had dates together this whole time.
Intrusive thoughts filled his mind, making him the sad crying mess he was right now. George and Dream both tried to comfort him, but it was useless and Sapnap didn't let them in.
George felt his heart ache, listening to their little sunshine being treated so badly from his own brother. Dream, on the other hand, felt a non-stop rage against the two idiots that his panda was engaged to. He never understood what did Sapnap saw on them, but he always shut that as Sapnap was happy. But now? God bless, he wanted to kill them.
Dream slight knocked on the door. "Pandas?" He called in the softest tone he could get, his tongue embraced with worry and love. Sapnap sobbed, but mumbled something back as a way of telling them they could enter.
George opened the door slowly, careful in case that Sapnap was behind the door. He bite his inferior lip when he saw the short ravenette sobbing on his bed, covered in blankets. "Oh, Pandas..." He mumbled with a soft tone on his tongue, sitting next to the younger boy while Dream closed the door. "Pandas... Pan-Pan can you answer me?".
The youngest nodded, taking the blanket off. "Hey Pandas..." He smiled softly, tracing softly some stars on the boy's cheek. "How are you feeling?" Sapnap shrugged, glazing at Dream, who sat on his other side. "Dream...?", "Yes, Pandas?" He mumbled, playing with his hair as a way of comforting him. "Can you both cuddle with me?"
"Of course" they whispered, cuddling at both sides of him.
•••
As time has passed, both males wrapped the youngest in the heats of their bodies. The slight movements and soft touches started to work his body, Sapnap wanting- no. Craving for more. Maybe it was for the sexual neglect he had for two months, maybe it was the way they acted so sweet towards his touch starved body. He didn't knew why, he just knew he needed them.
Dream's hand was the closets to his, so he slightly squeezed it, catching the blonde's attention without George realising it yet. Sapnap stared at him with pleaded eyes, squirming slightly under his touch. Dream caught in an instant what Sapnap wanted, slowly tracing the youngest's skin with his fingers. A small and involuntary gasp scaped Sapnap's lips, reaching George's ears. "What happened Sapnap? It's something troubling you?" He asked with care, slowly caressing the hybrid's cheeks.
Sapnap whimpered once again, Dream's fingers reaching down each time, just getting closer and closer to his crotch. This, however, didn't pass unnoticed by George, who just stared at the situation with a smirk, before staring at those beautiful blue eyes he loved so deeply. "Are you getting worked up, Pandas?" He asked in a sweet tone, almost sympathetic. If Sapnap weren't staring at his eyes, he would have believed the sympathy on George's words, but he read those eyes better than anyone ever could, and knee damn well George felt anything but sympathy at his current horny state.
"Poor thing, had no one to take care of him these two months, have you?" George whispered like it was a dirty secret between the them three. Dream chuckled at his words, letting his hand rest on Sapnap's tights. The ravenette could only whimper in response. "He must be very sensible, isn't he? All worked up for soft touches...~" Dream mocked him, grabbing him by the chin and making the younger stare at him. "Isn't that true, Pandas?" He whispered on his lips, the hot breath touching eachother to the point that Sapnap felt his own body hotter than ever.
"Please..." He whimpered, not really knowing what exactly he wanted. All his brain could repeat was that he needed them, and he needed them now. "Please what, Pandas?" George taunted, slowly tracing the lines in Sapnap's throat. "Please touch me... Need you both" he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in heat, he was embarrassed for his petition.
"Of course, baby" Dream smiled, leaving a trail of kisses alongside his neck. Sapnap gasped at the feeling, but got used quickly at it. George admired Sapnap's reaction as he let his hand travel to his clothed cock, teasing the boy's body. Sapnap tried to squirm away, whimpering at the overwhelming feeling.
"We just started, honey~" Dream whispered on his ear, bitting down the boy's ear, making him whimper. "Don't worry, we'll treat you good" he promised in a low tone, sending shivers through the boy's spine. "Dream..." George whispered in amusement, still teasing Sapnap's clothed cock. "Mmmm?" Dream gazed at him, chuckling at what he saw, "Awe~ seems like our precious blaze already got worked up~" he smirked, letting his hand travel to that zone, also teasing him.
A small moan scaped from Sapnap's lips, and it was the most angelic sound both males had ever heard. Dream striped Sapnap from his shirt and pants, leaving the youngest one in boxers. "You look cuter than ever like this" George teased him, giving a couple kisses on his tights. "George~" the blaze moaned, his hands trying to get a grip at whatever he could. Dream clicked his tongue playfully at the sight, leading Sapnap's hands to George's hair. "Just pull his hair, puppy, he'll like it" he whispered on his ear, to which Sapnap unconsciously obeyed and pulled of George's hair, making the brunette groan at the feeling.
"Oh baby, you're in for a long time, aren't you?"
•••
Sapnap barely had an ahold of himself, moaning shamelessly against the pillows. Having both boys inside of him was an overwhelming feeling. He knew he was able to take them, but he didn't knew it would feel this good.
"Oh come on baby, thought you said you were able to take us?" Dream teased, pushing himself deeper into the youngest body. George whimpered, the feeling was overwhelming for him too. Sapnap limited himself to nod, knowing he didn't really have a hold of his own body. "You're being such a good boy for us, sunshine" he cooed, fucking the ravenette in a fast pace. Dream gazed at the brunette, who would whimper from time to time, as the feeling of being inside of Sapnap and touching Dream's dick was better than he could ever describe. "Georgie~", the blonde man kept on sucking red-dark marks repeatedly over his pale skin, "Come on, baby, don't you want to give our sunshine the pleasure he's been missing?", The mandatory, husky voice made George fell harder into an spiral of lust and desire. Just wanted more, more of him, more of Sapnap. He wanted, needed, craved or whatever word you wanted to use. He needed those two, not just in a sexual, lustful form, but in all posible connotations of the word.
"George~ please~", Sapnap moans gained the attention of both males, Dream cursed the idea of not being able to mark Sapnap. The blaze looked delicious, in their sight. Messy black hair being sticked to his own body, his cute ass positioned the highest he could reach for the boys to fuck him. Even the way he tried to bite the pillows to shut himself was hot. "Please, sir, I need you both to use me~", the words came out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even question it. It just sounded right. And God did George love it.
"Yeah? I'm your 'sir' now?" He smirked, gaining back the stamina he had left before. Dream rubbed Sapnap's tights, earning a soft moan in response. "What am I then, sunshine? If George is sir...?", His question seemed so innocent despite their doing, but it was far from innocent. Dream loved to have control, so if George had a position higher than his, he probably would fuck both of their brains out. "Daddy~! Please~", Sapnap moaned as his body was being used by the two mens. He specially loved how Dream's stamina seemed to increase after the little nickname.
"God, you feel so good baby~", George moaned as he kept thrusting. "Maybe we should keep you like this, huh? Behaving so good with our cocks inside you, bet you would love that, wouldn't you?" George taunted him, immediately moaning by the feeling of Dream teasing his body. Even if he had power over Sapnap, his body was weak at Dream's calculated touch.
•••
"How you're feeling, sunshine?", Dream had asked that for the 5th time already. Being careful of not hurting neither of the boys while cleaning them up.
George was tired, but managed to keep himself awake in case Sapnap started to feel a sensation of panic. He couldn't let Dream having to take care of both of them in that scenario. Sapnap hummed sleepily, snuggling into George's chest, purring happily (blazes can pur in my mind). Dream chuckled softly, kissing the boy's neck. "Sweet dreams Sappy" he mumbled with a warm tone, his green eyes leveling up to stare at George. "You also should sleep, darling", he whispered with a smile, kissing his forehead.
George smiled softly, cuddling the blaze in front of him. "Night Dream..." He slurred out, falling completely asleep. Dream hummed, taking care of the two males in his arms. He'll dealt with Karl and Quackity later, right now, those two were all that matter.
I feel like george would call dream puppy in bed. also dream is definitely a sub top. you agree ???
ABSOLUTELYYYYY.
Dream would be going down on George and George would just be praising him “such a good puppy, right there~” and dream would be so turned on by it. He would beg George to call him his puppy and George would for sure teases him for it.
