#king!george

[altaneenarts]

🌙 king george

A rough painting of king!george from my fic “perpetuam memoriam” (It was meant to be a sketch but I got carried away oops)

[simpurnatural]

NSFW Alphabet - King!George Edition

Should I make a King!George Masterlist?

King!George x Reader

Warning ⚠️: NSFW, Smut, Cussing, Dirty-Talk,

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN LOVES <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

George is very sweet when it comes to aftercare. He’ll carry you to the bath and help wash whatever you couldn’t reach. He’d send servants to change the sheets in your shared bed so that you’ll be able to recover from an eventful night. George would constantly kiss your face and remind you of how good you are to him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

George’s favorite body part of his would have to be his lips just because his voice has such an effect on you. A body part of your’s that he absolutely adores are your breasts not only since he loves fondling with them even if you aren’t having sex. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming in you and enjoys when you both cum at the same time. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s always wanted to build a sex dungeon and wonders how you’d look all tied up.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

George was experienced when you first had sex but since then has gotten a whole lot better and always has some trick up his sleeve.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Cowboy and Missionary because able to see your whole body.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

George doesn’t joke around all that much during sex.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps them groomed no questions asked.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

George is a one for teasing his partner but won’t end the moment without making sure you are satisfied. Sure there’s dirty talk but he does whisper words of encouragement.

“You’re doing so well for me...”

“Cum for me... That’s it,” 

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn’t because you do such a better job, especially with your mouth.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink and Bondage kink he’s sorta shy to tell you about. Ooh and the whole calling him “My King” thing!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the King’s Quarters of course but you guys have done the deed in a carriage. Baby making central here we come toot toot!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your moans or watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“My King”

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Since you both believe that sex is a very intimate act of love, he doesn’t want shit like threesomes and what not. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes receiving since he enjoys watching you almost gag on his length but isn’t the best at giving.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual for sure, likes to savor the moment and watching you crumble underneath him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

George doesn’t like them because of the garments you both have to wear on daily basis. He fucked up the back of one of your corsets and you didn’t want to say anything at the time but you were PISSED.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Uhh sex dungeon duh?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One long ass round.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He teases a lot usually whispering nasty nothings in your ear and ends up making a whole waterfall in your underwear.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t loud (low moans and whispers of encouragement with a little dirty talk) but sure as hell likes that you are.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

You and George have fucked in the Royal Library once... ;)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The lightly tinted abs and is packing a solid 8 inches (he’s thick as hell too).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s high but he can control himself since he does have a kingdom to rule.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Well he makes sure that you both have washed up but then cuddles with you afterwards.

[altaneen]

the crown, the shadow

dnf, king!george, assassin!dream

Rating: T | Genre: M/M | Words: 2.3k | Warnings: talk of death/existentialism

Summary:

With the speed and silence of an owl, a gloved hand smothered his mouth, a cloaked body silent as it slid upon him and trapped him in a cage of fabric and legs. George didn’t even try to cry for help. Of all the shadows the king had faced, none had gotten so close to him unawares. This reaper was a master of their craft.

The cold press of metal to his neck was familiar but he still shivered at its touch.

“Hello your majesty,” a hushed voice rasped from beneath a black hood.

// King George was no stranger to assassins, hired shadows meant to spill his blood and had yet to succeed. But tonight's shadow brought with it a pleasant surprise when the stranger with a blade to his throat offers to ensure his reign instead of end it.

[wrenqueenisboss]

Too Far Away - c!George x gn!reader

warnings: angst, blood mention, death pronouns: they/them, you/yours words: 866 Summary: an short angsty fic where George mourns the time he lost you. Set in the time where he was king.

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George sat alone on his throne, as he often did, and stared out the great window. The large window had a perfect view of his kingdom. It would have been perfect. But the kingdom was empty. No one there except for a lonely king and his twisted knight.

The King would spend his days on that throne. The gilded chair with the red-velvet cushions. It would have been comfortable, if he wasn't so lonely.

His cruel knight was always there, in the shadows. But they never truly spoke. Not in the way he wished they would. His knight would stay for a few days, talk with the king for a while. The conversations would be short; short phrases shared across a table too big for two. And then he'd leave. The man would journey far away. The king turned his cheek every time he returned; armor covered with blood.

Today was no different. The king sat on his throne, the golden crown atop his head feeling even heavier. And the knight had returned. But there was one surprising difference.

"Dream," The king spoke to his knight, monotonous voice hiding his slight surprise. "Your armor is clean today."

The knight's smile was only visible through the cracked portion of his mask. The white porcelain thing with a black smile carved into hit was covered with scratches. A few months ago, when he had returned, the king saw that his knight's mask had been broken. The left eye portion was gone, leaving a jagged edge and even more cracks. But the knight still wore the mask proudly.

"Well, George. My mission changed." His smile changed; became something darker, more twisted. "I ran into someone."

The king's heart leapt with curiosity. He hadn't spoken to new people in.... It had been so long he didn't even remember. He didn't remember who was alive; who lived outside the bounds of his kingdoms.

The knight reached into his satchel and brought out a letter. The edges of the paper were crumpled and yellowing. It looked old, ancient, even.

George marveled the way his fingers ghosted over the weathered paper. He unfolded the letter and let his brown eyes scan over the words that had been scrawled in loopy cursive.

Dear King George of the SMP,

It has been many, many moons since we last spoke. And I understand that we parted on terrible terms, but I am writing to deliver some sad news. Your former lover, Y/n Y/l/n, has passed. They died of injuries acquired in a cave-scouting mission. In their will, they asked that you be notified along with this message: "The years I spent with you are years that I will never forget." We are sorry for your loss and we hope that you will join us in their funeral. - Sapnap

George felt numb as the letter fell from his fingers onto the floor. His face was blank. But his heart and mind were anything but. It was difficult to hold onto one singular thought or emotion as they swirled around.

The knight's voice was unusually gentle when he spoke. "George? Do you remember Y/n?"

The king stumbled backwards, practically fell back onto his throne as he processed the news of your death. You and George had once been lovers. When he had still been a prince and you had been the child of a noble, the two of you had fallen in love. You had been his partner when he became king.

But then you began to drift apart. You had fallen out of love with your King. He still loved you. Perhaps more than ever. You still had empathy, though, and had said that you were simply going to take a break. You had moved to the Greater SMP with some of your king's old friends.

At first, you traded letters. Back and forth. Across a great distance. The contact began to fade away. The letters arrived less and less frequently.

George had tried to reconnect with you, to rekindle the great love that you once shared, but you were too far away.

He had tried and failed to save your relationship. He hadn't even tried to save you, but he'd already failed. You were gone. Forever.

The king's hands shook as he re-folded the paper, put it back in the envelope. The broken boy straightened his crooked, golden crown. And even his cruel knight shivered when he saw the dead look in his king's eye as he gave an order.

"Tell Sapnap that I will not be attending the funeral."

Dream, the knight, spluttered with shocked confusion. "But, George! You-"

The kings voice was ice. "I will not be attending the funeral and that is final."

The knight simply nodded his head. Eyes sad underneath the broken white mask that was his symbol. The man left the throne room and only moments later, the king could see his knight riding his horse off into the distance. Off to the others.

But deep down, the king knew the real reason he couldn't bring himself to attend the funeral of his former lover:

He just couldn't stand you being too far away ever again.

tagging:

@gray-moon2

[salsascribbless]

*body horror warning!!*

"All hail the King"

(tap for better quality!!)

so I've been seeing mushroom king george i honestly don't know what that's about but my brain went mmmm george is mushroom.

[gnfaquarius]

thinking about how it’s canon that george is just a mortal who lives in a mushroom cottage and dream is a chaotic god that has a huge soft spot for him it’s is so... perfect. like dream putting up an obsidian wall and pushing the president to exile a child JUST because his bf’s little home was minorly damaged. or dream making george king for like a week and then taking the title away bc he was worried it would get him hurt.

in the early days of the smp, dream said “george, everything the light touches is our kingdom. a kings time as a ruler rises and fall like the sun. one day, george, the sun will set and my time here will rise with you.” it’s really has always been about george all along hasn’t it? people like to think george isn’t important within the lore, but fail to see that george is literally the only thing dream, the most powerful entity on the server, truly cares about. george is so much more powerful than ppl realize. imagine having a GOD being wrapped around your finger... pretty privilege

[not-even-a-little-beanery]

Under the Moonlight

i am on a dnf HIGH rn so here’s this. sorry if it sucks i wrote it over the span of like 10 minutes while listening to heat waves on repeat. this is kinda weird cause i went with the knight!dream and king!george au but made it younger cjxksk

;;;

“Can I go now?” 

“George, you know that is not how you speak to your father.” George rolled his eyes. 

“May I be excused, your majesty?” He asked sarcastically. 

“Yes, you may be excused.” George stood up and left the room, anxious to get out of there. He had to have meetings with his parents every week, and every week they got increasingly boring. He still was years away from being king, so there was no reason to have to study everything about it constantly. 

“Hey, how was the meeting?” George stopped in his tracks, seconds away from running into his best friend. 

“You scared the crap out of me, Clay,” he said, but he was laughing. “It was boring, as always. You know how it is.” Clay nodded.

“You wanna go for a walk? It’s pretty late now, we could see the stars.” George glanced up at the taller boy, and smiled. 

“Great, let’s go.” The two headed in the direction of the nearest exit, joking around the whole way. Clay was the son of a knight at the palace, destined to be one when he was an adult. George being the prince, the two had grown up together, best friends since practically birth. George did everything with him, he was the closest friend he had. 

They reached the exit, and began their trek through the garden to the field on the hill about half a mile away. There was a tree positioned almost perfectly, allowing shade during the day but still space to see the night sky. 

“Tell me why I agreed to come out here with you again?” George teased, growing tired even though the walk wasn’t that far. 

“George," Clay pretended to be offended. “It’s because you love me,” he joked, playfully shoving George aside. 

“Oh ha ha, you wish I did,” George responded, earning a laugh from Clay. George loved his laugh, even though it kind of sounded like a tea kettle. George loved a lot of things about Clay, like his sandy hair in the moonlight and the way his eyes sparkled in the sun. Wait, what? George thought. Why am I thinking about my best friends eyes? 

“Georgie, come on, you’re so slow,” Clay said, pulling George from his thoughts. 

“Shut up, you’re an idiot,” George replied eloquently. 

“Very creative, George. I must say, your insults have really come a long way.” George lightly punched Clay on the shoulder, and there his laugh was again. It was a comforting sound, it always had been. 

At last, they reached the top of the hill, and the two laid down in the grass side by side, gazing at the sky. 

“Hey, that one kind of looks like you,” George said, pointing at a particular section of stars. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It looks like a pile of shit,” George said, unable to contain his smile. 

“You’re an absolute idiot,” Clay replied. 

“I know, but you still love me.”

“Yeah, I do.” George glanced at Clay, his voice suddenly quiet. 

“You alright?” he asked, worriedly. Clay took a second to respond. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m alright.” He coughed, and George leaned back over to look at the stars. And then, after a moment, “George?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you ever just think about life? And how we really only get to live once?” 

“Don’t start getting emotional about YOLO on me now,” George joked, but the look on Clay’s face shut him up. “What’s up, Clay?” 

“I just can’t stop thinking about how this is it, I’ll never be this age again. We only get one chance to live, one chance to really make it count.” Clay turned to face George, and their eyes met. “I can’t stop thinking about us, George.”

“What about us?” George’s voice was impossibly quiet. It was then he noticed that their faces were close, really close. 

“You know what I mean.” George could feel Clay’s breath on his face, he could taste it. 

“I don’t,” he replied. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Clay said. George’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. What hadn’t he noticed? “Come on, George. You don’t notice it when I stare at you a little longer than normal, how I’m always closer to you, how I always have been-” As if finally realizing that George had no idea what he was talking about, Clay stopped. “You really don’t get it, do you?” George shook his head. Clay got up, breaking the moment, and began walking away. 

“Clay, where are you going?” George called out, scrambling to get up. 

“George, I’m sick of living a lie.” George didn’t have time to ask what on earth he meant before Clay was taking his face in his hands and slamming their lips together. George froze for a second before responding, pushing back against Clay’s. He didn’t even think about what this meant, only the fact that his lips were on Clay’s and oh my god this is amazing. After a moment, Clay pulled away.  

“Do you get it now?” George nodded, unable to form a coherent thought after what just happened. “I’m in love with you, George. I always have been, all along. I wasn’t going to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. I want to be yours, George, and I want you to be mine.” George’s heart was pounding. He didn’t know what was happening, why Clay was confessing, or how he felt about it. Sure, he had always had a special bond with Clay, but that didn’t mean he liked him, right? But the kiss, he thought. The kiss was definitely something he needed to think about. 

“Uh. . .” George started, but he didn’t even know where he was going. Clay looked at him again, and then sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” Clay said, before turning around and running back to the castle, leaving George on the hill under the moonlight.

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Two days later, George was still pretty shocked. He hadn’t done anything, barely paying attention to his classes and skipping meals. He also hadn’t talked to Clay, which was affecting him the most. George had never gone longer than a day without seeing him, let alone talking to him. 

“George, are you and Clay okay? Normally you guys are joined at the hip.” As if reading his thoughts, George turned from his position on the bench in the gardens to see his friend, Nick, standing a couple feet away. 

“Er, yeah, we’re fine.” Even George knew that wasn’t believable. 

“Just tell me, George. This isn’t like you guys.” George sighed, as much as he didn’t want to, he knew Nick could help him. 

“Clay confessed. . . to liking me. And he kissed me.” Nick didn’t even look fazed. 

“So, what’s the issue?”

“What do you mean, what’s the issue? He kissed me!” 

“Well yeah, you guys have been like fake dating for forever.” George’s jaw dropped. “Don’t tell me you haven’t realized it yet.” George just continued staring. “Oh my God, George!” 

“Yeah, we’ve always been super close, and sure it’s crossed my mind, but I don’t like him, do I?” George was extremely confused. 

“Did you like it when he kissed you?” George thought about it for a second.

“Yeah, I did. His lips were soft.” After he said it, George mentally slapped himself. “Oh my god! I love Clay!” Nick just rolled his eyes. 

“I think he’s in his room, you guys need to talk.” George nodded, and sprinted off in the direction of Clay’s room. His mind was racing, what was he even going to say? Whatever, he would figure it out when he got there. He reached the door, and stood to catch his breath for a moment. He stood up straight to knock on the door, but it opened to Clay before he could.

“George? What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to you, Clay.” Clay nodded, and the two walked back into the room. 

“I know what this is about, George, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that and I shouldn’t have told you, I’ve screwed everything up-” 

“Clay, shut up.” The blonde looked at him, slightly surprised, before closing his mouth. “I should be the one apologizing. I hadn’t realized it then, but I love you Clay. Just like you said, I always have. Please, forgive me, I didn’t know what to do-” George was interrupted by the pure bliss of Clay’s lips on him, and instead of wasting a second like last time, George immediately melted into the kiss. It was soft, and it was perfect. George could get used to this. 

[altaneenarts]

perpetuam memoriam (chapter 9)

DNF, Assassin!Dream x King!George, royalty AU, dark fic, slowburn, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

CW: Blood & Violence, Murder, Existentialism, Morally grey characters

Mature | 47.9k wip | Chapters: 9/?

Chapter Summary:

The years had changed Karl, that was the first thing George noted. The haunted look he’d worn the last time they’d spoken was softened now—not that it was easy to tell by the way he was looking at him.

His eyes were wide, mouth half-open as if to scream, like a ghost had appeared before him. Perhaps that’s exactly what George was.

// A meeting of companions, both old and new, gives a glimpse of the past and the future.

Link to prologue

Link to chapter 9