I love the idea of nether cultures braiding their hair/fur specially because I think it would be very cute for Sapnap to braid George's and Dream's hair during the early dsmp with meanings like "pack" and "taken" without telling them and blushing so hard about it and also because I cannot stop thinking of Dream styling his hair in a loose way that specifically means "broken bonds" after prison and the violent reaction Sapnap would have to it
Im going trought my sketchbooks and I found this drawing from late 2023 and Im endlessly endeared by it and the way it stands off the page, even being so old
Thinking about Dream and Sapnap accompanying George to the lake while he fishes with a vibrating plug in and they take turns moving the intensity around and poor George is losing his mind shaking
short (1.4k) dnn fic in the freeuse!George universe. explicit :)
Normally, this wouldn't be allowed with their rules.
The rules that George had insisted on, to keep some level of normalcy in their lives. George is Free-to-Use at their house (except for in his bedroom and office). But outside, he's just a regular guy with regular guy friends.
Sure, when Dream and Sapnap are talking dirty to him, they imply they're going to do all sorts of illicit things with his body in public.
It's hot; it makes George feel valued and degraded at the same time. It also makes him do the guy equivalent of squirting, so they can tell he likes it.
But dirty talk is all it is.
Usually.
Because, well, it's Valentine's Day. So George gave them one free pass at doing something crazy outside.
Within limits, obviously. He doesn't want to get arrested.
And because George offered them such a generous gift for Valentine's Day, they agreed to spend time together doing one of his favorite activities.
Sapnap got Tony to plan ahead for Dream Team Date Night, loading George's car up with all his fishing gear as well as folding chairs, a picnic, and some sweaters for if they get cold in the February air. It doesn't ever get that cold in Florida, but the chill air coming off the lake can bite hard when you aren't prepared.
George is the only one properly fishing. He caught one catfish, but it was too small to keep, so he tossed it back in. Then another, bigger fish managed to get away from him.
Sapnap is attempting to fish, although he keeps checking his phone and missing the tugs on his line. Dream has the kid's fishing rod propped against his leg, but he hasn't even tried to cast it. He seems more interested in backseat driving George's fishing technique like he's critiquing a speedrun.
Of course, George is the expert here, so he knows Dream is just doing it to be annoying.
"Over there, George," Dream points enthusiastically at a random ripple in the water. "Oh come on, you're missing it!"
Dream's grin is wide and cheesy and George hates him, he really does. The man's cum is currently plugged so far inside his body that it's probably, like, fermenting, but it doesn't change the fact that George hates him.
George hates him even more when his hook gets caught on the reeds to the side and Dream asks, "You stuck, Georgie?", as if he needs someone stronger to pull it out. As if he hasn't been doing this on and off for months without them.
Sapnap falls for Dream's bait, keen to make sure everyone knows how much he works out every day.
"Need a hand?" Sapnap wraps an arm around George's waist and leans far into his space, rubbing his side suggestively and even pressing low on his stomach, where it feels like two men's cum is sloshing around.
"No."
Sapnap deserves the elbow to the stomach that he gets.
But he just laughs, rubbing at the skin and opening his phone. "Okay, fine. Brat."
George almost has the hook free when the vibration starts.
Then he fumbles the whole rod in shock, letting out a strangled moan and rocking back into his chair. The motion only serves to make the dock bob harder in the water, jostling the vibrating plug further into him and his sensitive prostate.
"Sap-" George moans out, scrambling at the arms of the chair and tossing his head to the side. It feels like his whole body is a car engine idling, the vibrations sending sparks of electricity to his poor caged cock, struggling to get hard despite being trapped in baby blue plastic. "Sto- Dream-"
Gradually, the vibrations fade, and George is left shivering. He blinks up at the sky, eyes tracing the outline of snail-shaped clouds as he gradually regains a sense of his surroundings.
"Bro, I think I broke him," Sapnap grins, giving him one last high intensity buzz, prompting another moan, before turning it off completely.
With a start, George jolts upwards. He ignores the feeling of the plug shifting in him and checks to see if his fishing rod has been lost to the water.
It isn't. It's been saved.
Dream hands it to him with a sly smile, high-fiving Sapnap as soon as it's back in George's grip. It's still dry, so he must have caught it before it fell in.
"You still okay, George?" Dream asks, carding fingers through his hair and tugging him closer for a kiss.
George doesn't have speech back yet, so he just nibbles at Dream's lip like fish do at his bait. One hand stays gripped around his fishing pole, but he has to wind a hand in the fabric of Dream's hoodie for stability as Sapnap decides to drag the vibration of the plug up and down like a yo-yo.
When Dream pulls back to mouth at his neck, he laughs into George's pulse with giddy energy.
"Your heart is beating so fast," he whispers, as if he doesn't know that George is being sexually tortured.
He almost wishes that the dock would bob more and send the plug (and Dream and Sapnap's cum) further inside of him.
But then he imagines them all toppling over the edge and losing his fishing gear.
Sex isn't worth the loss of his loot; especially with his stupid cock cage on, and the undoubtedly disappointing orgasm that would come from it.
The chastity device was originally Sapnap's idea, but they all love when he wears it. Since it's Valentine's Day, and George cares about the details, he was the one to suggest it. As a reward (and a balm for his pride), Sapnap sucked George off on the ping pong table before he slid it on and pocketed the key.
"Take this stupid thing off," George complains as he comes back to himself. "It's going to, like, devalue my cumming experience."
"You know your safe word, dude," Sapnap reminds him, before turning the vibration low and stealing his own kiss from George's lips.
George gives up the fight. It's not that his protests are empty, they are very real, but George likes having his friends in charge more than he hates the overstimulation. But, the sensation isn't that bad, it's just a lot, and sometimes to George's brain those are the same thing.
Hooking a couple fingers in the waistband of George's shorts, Dream pulls them away enough to get a good look at George's pathetic little cock, drooling against the dark fabric. He can't fully get hard with the cage gripping his shaft, but he can still cum if one of them plays with his prostate enough. The orgasms are just...nowhere near as satisfying as they should be.
Glancing to check the shoreline is still blissfully devoid of people, Dream tucks the shorts under his balls and pets his cage teasingly.
"How badly do you want to cum?" Dream asks when Sapnap eventually breaks the connection between their lips, connected by a line of spit that Sapnap wipes away.
The question is a trap. One that George isn't sure how to avoid. He'd rather continue to be edged than receive an unsatisfying nut. And Dream doesn't seem to be offering to take the cage off, or replace the plug with either of their cocks.
"I... don't, actually," George decides. "Not necessary. No ejaculation required."
Something about the response has Dream and Sapnap howling with laughter, and the dock bobs under their weight as they heave for breath. Sound waves bounce along the shore and reflect back to them, making them sound louder than they are.
Paranoid, George tucks himself back into his shorts and glances along the shoreline. It's still empty and peaceful, thankfully.
Normally, he wouldn't be allowed to cover himself up without permission, but out in public he's allowed to have that agency.
"Okay, George," Dream says, as Sapnap turns the vibrations to full strength. "You'd better hold on then."
His stupid prostate betrays him. All the training he's been doing to cum with just his hole has made him too powerful.
George doesn't scream as his whole body contracts and his still-soft cock sprays into the fabric of his shorts, but he does tip to the side and fall off the folding chair onto the wooden dock.
Around the plug, his hole contracts and he longs for something (or two somethings) bigger and warmer and more satisfying. If he didn't know he was going to be properly taken care of the second he got home, he might actually be pissed off.
Eventually, his cock finishes spurting out the weak orgasm, still aching for more even as the front of his shorts grow wet and tacky.
"Happy Valentine's Day, bro," Sapnap says and pats his shoulder in mock sympathy.
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Sapnap shakes his head, “I don't want to hurt you.” His green eyes turn to George, wet and wide. “I don't want you to be scared of me.”
“I won't be.” He promises.
“You don't—”
George slaps a hand over his mouth, “You think I could ever be scared of you?” He laughs, “You're three hours away from turning into the big bad wolf and you're hiding in a sound proof box because there's thunder."
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George finally gets to see what Sapnap's been hiding from him, it doesn't go as well as any of them hoped.
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