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Punishment
Warnings: If you ain't alg with overstim, sex toys, boys fucking and other stuff involving this then don't read. Minor under 18 please DNI this is not a good place to get sex ed from.
Pairing: Sapnap x Dream x Reader x Karl x George x Punz
You had been sitting in the pool house all alone while your four boyfriends were streaming. Punz, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo had all come to visit your boyfriends. They have been here for weeks and your boyfriends have given you hardly any attention. You were desperate for them to allow you to cum. You were not allowed to touch yourself, that was one of the many rules your boyfriends had set for you. If you were to feel horny you had to ask one of the boys to get you off. But, because their friends were a thin wall away they all said they couldn’t help you.
After many weeks of no release and being on the verge of crying you had had enough. You could not wait any longer. Sitting out in the pool house not bothering to close the curtains as you thought all the boys were still streaming you brought out the secret box that you keep in a hidden cupboard in the house. You pull out the rose gold Satisyer pro. It caused a light amount of suction and vibrated to get you off.
Tugging on your leggings you pulled them off allowing your legs to be free. Facing the window you slowly allow the satisfyer to run over your nipples while it is on. Sucking on the nipples. Allowing the vibrations to turn you on. You can feel the power making its way down your body into the part that needs this the most.
Making its way down to your clit. Turning it up to the highest setting you place it on your clit. Moaning at the feeling. You start to squirm as you feel it coursing throughout your whole body. As you start coming closer towards the end you see the back door to the main house open. Seeing Punz walk out you decide to keep going, you and the boys had all confessed that you all have feelings for him and they have developed over the past few weeks. You were excited to be caught by him. If he caught you he may be able to give you some sort of attention that you need or he could tell the boys about your activities outside and they could punish you. Honestly you would prefer punishment rather than nothing at this point. You are so desperate.
Punz sits out side for a moment. You start to moan loader to gain his attention, quite close to screaming. He suddenly turns his head towards your direction. Eyes stuck when the vibrator is. His eyes widen in shock. Shocked that you haven’t stopped even though you’ve been caught. But, you continue bringing yourself closer to that point. Once you were about to cum you pull the satisfyer off your clit.
Standing up you sway your hips as you make your way towards the box grabbing the 8 inch fat dildo. Suctioniing it to the window you place yourself on your knees. Slowing licking your way up the dildo as you keep your eyes trained on Punz. You open your mouth as wide as it can go slowly taking all of it until you choke yourself. Moving your head up and down on it. His eyes widen and you can see his boner growing in his pants.
Moving back to the couch you were originally on you spread your legs making sure he can see and slowly but surely slipping the dildo into your pussy. You slowly fuck yourself with the dildo hitting your g-spot everytime. Moaning as loud as you can. His eyes trained on my pussy as I’m fucking myself.
All four of my boyfriends walk out of the main house backdoor asking trying to get Punz out his trance. When the all look up at what he is looking at they realise what has put him in this trance. Punz shaking himself out of it looks up at the four boys and runs inside the house.
You immediately stop eyes widened as the boys all make their way towards you.
Open the poolhouse door they seem to have a conversation between themselves. You can see Dreams arms tensing as the veins on his arms pop out. The boys seem to come to some sort of agreement as they all make their way over.
Clay loses it “What the hell do you think you were doing!?”
You feel tears prick your eyes as you start to lift yourself of the couch to stand with them.
Big mistake on your part as Karl and George puch you back onto the couch.
You start to open your mouth to form words but, nothing escaped from your lips.
Wordlessly you sit there with your head down.
Sapnap stares you down and says “You’re a dirty little slut. You coudn’t wait until our friends left so, we could fuck you right huh?”
“I asked you all to help me multiple times over these last few weeks and everybody said no and none of you are ever told you can’t get yourself off. It’s so unfair. You all just leave me, don’t pay any attention to me and expect me to be happy. Well I’m not. I’m miserable. At least Punz gave me some sort of attention unlike you four.”
The boys eyes widen as they come to reality realising their mistakes. “Look baby we’re sorry we’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Karl says as he starts making his way over to you slowly kissing down your neck. George hums in agreeance kissing along the other side of your neck. Nick coming behind you playing with your tits squeezing and carressing them. Clay settling himself between your legs.
Using the handcuffs from your secret box they cuff your hands befind your back. They all remove your clothes lying you down on the couch.
“Unfortunately, we can not let this go unpunished. So we have three options for you.
One we tie a vibrator to your clit and leave you here for a while.
Two we leave you and don’t touch you for a week.
Or Three we get Punz in here and fuck you infront of him.”
You couldn’t quite understand how three was a punishment as you yourself were an exhibitionist. “I choose one and three” you say smiling.
The all nod their heads. Dream, Karl and George stay to get everything ready while Sapnap was out that door faster than lightning to get Punz.
They start the vibrator as soon as the both of them get in the door closing the curtains so, the others are unable to see. You start moaning like crazy already having been close to cuming before you were sure you were going to cum and it had only been a few minutes.
Punz standing there with his eyes wide as they boys pull out their cocks to start stroking off to you. They hear the Tommy yelling out for them so, they all leave you there as you’re moaning.
20 minutes later they walk in dragging Punz along with them.
“How many have you had?” Karl asks smirking at your fucked out state.
“7” you scream trying to remove the device from you. George chuckles while walking over turning it off as all four of them remove their clothing leaving Punz the only one clothed.
They turn you over onto your stomach Nick shoves himself into you from underneath you as George takes you from behind. Karl shoved in your mouth with Clay taking George from behind. Hands still cuffed as you try to reach anything to hold. Punz standing there statically like he is unsure if he should do anything. Removing your mouth from Karl you look up at him asking him with your eyes if what you say next is alright with him. Karl nodding his head in excitement as you try to talk to Punz moaning in between your words. “Punz come over here and fuck Karl.” He looks shocked but, manages to remove his clothes at a fast paced once he registers what was said to him.
Preparing Karl for his cock while you’re getting your back blown out. Placing your mouth back onto him he starts moaning loudly from the pleasure from both ends. Punz slowly moves his cock in Karl resting once he bottoms out. All of us moving as one machine Dream and Sapnap shoving their cocks in and Karl’s out. You tried to warn them as you feel yourself coming close to the end but, all you could get out was quite mumbles.
You squirt while moaning on Karls dick. All boys cuming along with you as they can feel you squeezing them and Karl squeezing Punz’s dick. All moaning incredibly loud.
You all collapse onto the couch. Cuddling up with one another. You look at Dream, Sapnap and George whispering. They all agree so, you turn over to Punz.
“Hey Punz?”
“Hmm” he mumbles back obviously tired out.
“Do you want to maybe be our boyfriend? We’ve been looking for another and over these past few weeks we all have gained feelings for yo-”
He walks over kissing you roughly and you smile into the kiss.
“Of course I will. I will say you all are hot as fuck” He says chuckling.
You all laugh one by one falling asleep
AN- I'm sorry I haven't got to all the requests I promise I will try to get to most of them. I also have not edited this I was trying to get this out as fast as I could as I have been away from writing for a bit.
A soft dom gogy making you cry during an argument so he makes you feel better by making you cum multiple times and then he cleans you up and puts a hoodie and some panties on you and goes to the kitchen and sets you on the counter and makes dinner w you
ah yes, soft dom gogy😃
warnings: overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, oral (female receiving), praising, degrading
softdom! george x sub! f! reader
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
he has been getting on your nerves the whole day and now you finally snapped. you walked into his streaming room and for his own luck, he wasn’t streaming, just editing his video. „what the fuck, George? why do you make food and don’t clean it up afterwards?“ you asked and he sighed looking at you. „i have videos to edit, y/n. and you always clean my shit up, so why don’t now?“ he asked and you gasped looking at him in shook. „are you kidding me? you better go and clean your shit up for yourself. i have to do laundry and clean YOUR clothes.“ you said and he rolled his eyes turning back to his screen. „GEORGE. NOW.“ you said and he turned around again and standing up and walking over to you. he looked down at you, with a straight face. „don’t you fucking dare to talk to me like that, pet“ he said and you looked at him, crossing your arms. „for fucks sake, George. just clean it up.“ you said and he pushed you against the door. „watch your language, little one.“ he warned and you starred at him. „why can’t you just clean your fucking stuff?“ you asked and he pulled you closer to him. „because i have better fucking stuff to do, now just go and clean it up!“ tears started to form in your eyes. he never talked to you like that, you were in shook. „i said go!“ his tone was loud and you shivered under him. you felt tears running down your cheeks and you ran out of the room. „No, y/n wait. please!“ he yelled at you but you ignored him. he ran after you and held you back by your arm. „i’m so sorry, baby. i love you so much. i was just stressed, because i was editing this video for ages. i love you, please forgive me.“ he explained and wiped your tears away, before stroking your cheek softly. you smiled at him and pulled him down to kiss him deeply. he kissed you back and pulled you closer to him by your waist. he lifted up up and you wrapped you legs around him. you pulled away. „i forgive you, daddy.“ you said, teasing him.
he brought you to the bedroom and pushed you back onto the bed. „i’m gonna make it up to you, i’m so sorry.“ he said and kissed down your neck. you groaned and pulled on his hair slightly. he left bite marks on your sensitive spots and led his arm up and down your body. he slowly pulled your shirt over your head and undid your bra. „so pretty“ he praised you and began to suck on your nipples. you moaned lightly and leaned your head back. he brushed over your other nipple and you whined under his featherlight touches. he kissed down your stomach and pulled your pants down. he kissed your clothed clit and rubbed over it. „so sweet and wet, my beautiful darling.“ he said and you cried out a moan. he pulled your panties down and blew against your bare pussy. you choked back a moan and spread your legs for him. „needy little slut hm?“ he asked and slid a finger through your slit. he licked over your clit and sucked on it. you pushed out a load moan and grabbed his hair again. he smiled licking a strip through your cunt and made you moan again. he fucked you with his tongue and replaced it with his finger shortly after, prepping you for his cock. you felt the knot in your stomach untie itself and he kept sucking and licking your clit fast. „im gonna come!“ you cried out and he didn’t stop, going faster. „come for me, baby. he said and moved his finger faster, before putting in a second one. you came all over his tongue and he watched your juices spill on his fingers. he collected it and shove his fingers in your mouth. you sucked them clean and he pulled back let his pants down. his cock sprang out and you watched him, positioning himself in front of your entrance. he teased your dripping hole with his tip and you rolled your eyes back. „fuck.-„ you moaned, grabbing the sheets and looking at his grinning expression. he rubbed his dick in your cum and pushed in you, filling you up completely. you moaned pornographic and bucked your hips. he pumped himself in and out of your pussy in a slow and steady pace. „you like when daddy fills you up like this hm?“, he asked and you nodded. „yes, daddy. you fill me up so good.“ you said and he smiled, thrusting rougher. he pulled out of you completely, before pushing in you rough filling your tight hole. his skin slapped against you hard and your moans got louder. he fucked you faster and you gripped the sheets harder. „so fucking pretty.“ he said, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. you threw your head back, moaning loudly and he grabbed your waist, leading you on his cock, bouncing you. „harder daddy, please“ you moaned and he pushed rough in you. „as you wish baby.“ he said, before pulling out of you and turning you around. you lifted yourself up on your elbows and he slapped your ass, before pushing in you in the same pace as before. his dick slipped in and out of your pussy with no mercy. he grabbed your hair, and pulled you back. you arched your back and he pressed you against his chest, pushing harder. his hand went down to your clit, rubbing it fast. that brought you over the edge and you came all over his cock. he kept thrusting in you and circled your clit the whole time, syncing it with the speed of his cock. „oh god!“ you moaned out, your eyes rolling back from the overstimulation. the only thoughts in your head were George and his hard thrusts. the only word in your head was his name. nothing else.
„fuck im gonna come“, he groaned in your ear and you came around him, once again. you stopped counting your orgasms but your pussy was sore. not shortly after he released in you. you saw stars and he moaned deeply in your neck. he pulled out, watching your mixed juices spill out your hole. „fuck, so pretty“ he said. you fell down the bed, shaking and sweat falling down your forehead. he lifted you up, brining you to the bathroom. he sat you down the toilet and cleaned you up with a wet cloth. „i’ll be right back.“ he said and you nodded, watching him walk out the room. you watched your legs shake and your felt sore. he came back with a hoodie of his and panties from you. he slowly lifted your legs up, putting the panties on you. he then helped you stand up and pulled the hoodie over you. it was big on you and reached to your mid thighs. he smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your forehead. „you did amazing sweetheart.“ he lifted you up again, before bringing you into the kitchen. he sat you down on the counter and you watched him clean up the kitchen. „see not that hard?“ your voice came out raspy and he walked over to you grabbing your chin. „watch out, baby. im gonna make you not able to speak anymore.“ he warned and smiled shortly after, giving you a short kiss. after he cleaned up, he made dinner for you two and you enjoyed the rest of your evening, cuddled up on the couch and watching netflix till you passed out.
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im very very proud of this!! hope you liked it !! :D<3
cockwarming gnf but he doesn't let me move so i get desperate and he just makes fun of me :(
oh my god yes
you’d be trying to bounce and squirm around but george would just hold your hips down “fucking pathetic aren’t you?” he taunts giving your ass a smack earning a yelp from you “can’t be still for 5 minutes while sitting on my cock, desperate little slut” he mumbles pulling you forward leaning into your ear “how’s this, your going to sit here on my cock while i do my editing and if you move i’ll take you off my lap, put you under my desk on your knees and you can sit there instead and let that slutty cunt drip all over the  carpet. Who knows making if you make a big enough mess i’ll make you lick it up like a slut” 🫠🫠🫠😵💫😵💫🤭🫠🤭😵💫
I read the edgy!karl, I’ve just finished reading the alt!dream, WHEN IS GEORGE GONNA BE NEXT 😩😩
*cracks knuckles* the hcs that everyone has provided me with has hella prepped me and I'm ready. this is dedicated to 🍭 anon, whose fanart always steals my entire heart. i love u babe
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ᶤ 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐠𝐧𝐟
± pairings: punk!Georgenotfound x fm!reader
± word count: ~3300
± warnings: smut (18+), language, tattoo work, sadism, pain kink (if you squint), domination, mentions of needles, asphyxiation
song recommendation: Cent Fois by Alice et Moi
George’s mind wandered to his curiosity of the shop across from his tattoo parlor; bright neon signs advertising the local psychic. It was a stark contrast to the dark, wet city housing the businesses. Each night he locked up, he found himself standing on the other edge of the street, staring at the signs and draperies peeking from behind the glass windows and considering shedding his skeptical nature just for one night.
While your business was alluring in and of itself, his true draw to the place came after he had spotted you moving into the apartments above. Your clean appearance completely juxtaposed the business you ran. In his opinion, all natural healers and psychics were born scam artists only focused on the quickest way to pinch a penny.
Yet day after day, he found himself having to tear his eyes from your business just to get home or he would actually venture inside. He was rather subtle about his fascination when it came to his co-workers and regular customers, but each day he prayed you would wander in, requesting some kind of tattoo in a place hidden from outside eyes.
A place he’d like to see again in a less professional setting.
You flipped the textbook page after finishing your paragraph, highlighting a date you were looking for before leaning towards your notebook and scribbling down the fact. You gnawed on the end of your pen absent-mindedly, positive you still didn’t know what your professor had been rattling off about in class a few hours prior. Your sights drifted up to the incense burning across the store from you, the stick on its last few centimeters of wood as the smoke went stale.
You chew on the inside of your cheek, debating if you should light another or wait until morning. You capped your marker and stretched your back, the bell over the door letting out a telling chime as a man peeked in.
You leaned over the counter, closing your books. “Good evening! Welcome to After Life. Can I help you find anything?” You rambled, your mind flashing to the sheet of paper tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror so you didn’t forget the basics of customer service.
The man stepped further into your view, stuffing his fists in his jean pockets as he walked closer in a cautious motion. His dark t-shirt advertised a band you had vaguely heard of, but couldn’t think of a song even if your life depended on it. What really drew your attention were his tattooed arms; branches from a grand tree twisting every which direction to peek out from beneath his sleeves; bright floral designs and litters of birds decorating the dark wood limbs. You bit back a smile at the small mushroom tattoo near his wrist that seemed to be out of place.
The laces of his Chuck Taylors grazed the floor before he was standing in the middle of your store, looking around briefly. “I actually co-own the parlor across the street. I realized I never welcomed you officially,” he stated, hints of nervousness reflecting in his tone. His accent was calming and husky from the season change.
At the mention of the tattooist across the street, your memory flashed to the various walks of life that found themselves in your store after getting work done. You also thought of the fact that you had seen the man before you break up fights in the street stretching between your properties. The tall muscular people seemed to have no effect on him as he’d pull them apart like school children on the playground.
You pushed your books further to the side. “Oh yeah, that’s right! I should have come over and introduced myself, so don’t worry about it,” you eased, swatting the air of his comment.
He chuckled softly before reality seemed to snap into his head, making him step forward and extend a hand to you. “I’m George, by the way,” he introduced. You took his hand, muttering your own name and hoping your attention span would hold for long enough that he would be entered into your long-term memory.
His hand was calloused in yours, something that you wondered came with the job or if he was some kind of carpenter in a past life of his. You gently pulled his hand closer to you, slipping your hold out of his to look at his palm. He tittered nervously, peering at the flesh with you. Your finger traced along the mounts in his hand, finding Jupiter to be the most prominent. “That checks out,” you mumbled to yourself, nodding softly.
His eyebrows perked up. “What? Am… Am I gonna meet a tall dark stranger and take a trip across the sea?” He joked, making you smile as you looked at his Sun line.
“I didn’t peg you as an Outlander fan,” you chided.
His brows flattened for a moment, chewing the inside of his lip and playing with his snake bite piercings. You found it hard to look away from him. “Honestly, I wasn’t. A girl I was fooling around with really liked it. I don’t know…” he trailed off, making you giggle.
Your nail grazed along his heart line. “You guys were just fooling around?” You quirked, eyes meeting his. His expression narrowed smugly as if urging you to continue. “Your heart line begins below your index finger. You’re not the fooling around type.” He let out a snort. “You fall in love easily too.”
He sighed with a slight sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell if he was amazed or mocking you again. “Well, yeah. That’s…” He paused with a swallow, biting back a grin as if he was uncomfortable, but didn’t retract his hand from you. “... That’s why we’re not anymore,” he admitted. He leaned his elbows on the counter as you sat in your chair. “What else does it say?”
Your lips curled into a soft smirk, his curious eyes trailing over your face as if to watch your brain work. “You have a fire element hand which indicates that you’re confident and passionate. Maybe a bit cocky sometimes,” you teased, making him chuckle with you. You could feel his eyes on you, sending heat to your cheeks as you tried not to focus on the mount of Venus under your touch.
You wanted to ask him about his sexual indulgences, mainly because of the prevalence of Venus in his palm. “You have a mount in Jupiter, which means you’re a natural leader, and rather dominant.” You looked up at him again, watching as he bit back a smirk, seemingly understanding the subtle innuendos behind your statements.
George seemed to have some kind of effect on you, your thoughts clouding with the idea of what his snake bites would feel like against your lips. He smelled like cigarette smoke, but there was no discoloration to his skin to suggest he was the one smoking. He watched you through the hair threatening to dangle over his eyes, his gaze hinting at an attraction he had for you below his collected form. “Go on,” he murmured, voice soft and wispy as the space between the two of you seemed to warm.
You made a conscious effort to keep your sultry thoughts at bay as your thumb brushed over the area you had been avoiding telling him about. “You’re driven by desire,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… very in touch with your sexuality and you thrive on your indulgences.”
You couldn’t help but meet his eyes, the dark irises swimming with some kind of cocky smugness at what you had just told him. He pulled away from you, gently standing up. Part of you wished the counter between the two of you would vanish just so you could be pressed up against George at the mercy of his driven mind. “I feel it's only fair I tattoo you now,” he quipped, making your eyebrows raise. Your confidence shriveled yet you swore you wouldn’t let him know that fact.
You chewed on your lip, looking up at him with a hint of suspicion. “Oh, I’ve never been tattooed,” you avowed, voice carrying the slightest bit of your coaxing nature.
He smirked. “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he cajoled, teeth playing at his piercings again as you were sure he was already undressing you with his eyes. “You read me, I’d like to do the same.”
And how could you refuse such an appealing offer?
You leaned back on your elbows, your skin sticking to the leather chair beneath you as you watched him pull back his hair, elastic band dangling from his white teeth. Despite securing back his locks, bits of his bangs still hung over his forehead. You liked the interior of his parlor, maybe because it was only the two of you.
George began to fill small caps of dark ink. “I think you should get some crystals in here,” you teased, making him smirk. “I could hook you up.”
“What, like a salt lamp?” He joked, pulling on a pair of dark plastic gloves.
You snorted, lying back and looking up at the ceiling. “It might be good. Lighten the place up a bit.” George swiveled his chair closer to you muttering some kind of line about only getting them from you, but his words fell silent on your ears as his hand pushed up your shirt. You were silently thanking whatever divine force above for swaying you towards slinkier lingerie earlier that morning.
You knew he could see the lacy edges of your bra by the way his eyes nonchalantly flashed up to you before laying out his template on your ribs. You could feel hints of his warm breath against your skin as he studied it. “You can look at it if you want,” he stated.
You shook your head, wanting him close to you as long as he could be. “I trust you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his again. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he struggled not to smile at your statement. He had promised to cover a small scar for you and by the way he explained it, you were ready to be in his hands. You wet your lips as he adjusted the speed on his tattoo gun. “Will this hurt?” You asked, tucking one of your arms behind your head.
The look of unadulterated lust that he gave you made your toes want to curl. “Probably a bit. It feels good sometimes, though,” he answered. He came closer to you, resting his forearm on your stomach to angle himself in the right position. At the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, you swore your body was on fire. It took everything in your power not to moan. It could have been the adrenaline pulsing through your veins, but his soft breath and the anticipation of the needle made you feel like a junky. “I’ll be gentle, darling,” he leered, his accent muddy and low. He let the needles drag against your skin and you bit your lip, trying not to hiss at the pain. His eyes met yours. “See, not bad.”
You let out a breathy wheeze. “Shut up, you sadist,” you quipped, his chuckle coming out rather roguish as he focused on the work in front of him. Your nerves were more focused on the way George’s hands were barely caressing your body as if teasing and hinting at what he could do to you.
You drew in a sharp breath as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Shhh shh. It’ll be over soon,” he cooed, his voice sending goosebumps spreading across your body as his lips tugged into a light smirk. By your palm reading, you knew he was enjoying having this much control over you.
Part of you found it almost torture when George would look at you with soft and lusty eyes for merely a second before his gaze jutted back down to his work, murmuring soft praises about how well you were taking the pain. You would go under the needle anytime he asked, just to receive the sultry treatment he gave.
He was so close, you could have driven your fingers into his dark hair if you wanted. “How did you get this scar?” He asked, cleaning off some of the ink before continuing.
“A knife fight,” you answered without missing a beat, making him scoff. “Actually, I fell into my grandma’s glass table one time. My cousin was teaching me the Electric Slide,” you corrected, making him laugh, shaking his head slightly as he filled in a spot.
He let his tongue dart across his lips. “That’s so cute. Did you ever get it figured out?” To this you shook your head, the both of you laughing. You let out a groan as the needle dug into another area on your ribs, the sound making his eyes dart up to you. He leaned off of you, slipping one of his gloves off. “Wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?” He joked, but you took his offer, squeezing his hand in yours when it got painful enough. You held it close to your chest, hoping he would feel your heartbeat quicken each time he looked at you.
As he finished up his work, his thumb brushed against your hand absent-mindedly. You could tell by the way he gripped your hand as well that he enjoyed that the tattoo hurt you. Most of your mind was excited by how easily he was stirred up by you, while the rest was completely unsurprised and even threatened to bite out that he was a cliché.
When he was finally satisfied, he cleaned you up and stuck on a SecondSkin, biting back a grin at his work as he pulled you up by the hand he was holding onto you with. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were to see, swinging your legs over the side of his hair and walking towards his mirror. You held your shirt up, chewing on your bottom lip as you grinned at the ink. George rested a hand beside the mirror, watching you beam at his work.
All of his lines were flawless, your scar completely disappearing within his shading. You’d pitched the idea of an ode to the Creation of Adam. While it was cliche, what better to fit in the space below your breast and give George the impression that you were cultured. Yet you told him he could do whatever he wanted to it, resulting in one of the hands resembling a skeleton and the other holding a sucker. As you praised him, he shrugged off your comments, murmuring about it being his pleasure. He reached out his free hand, letting his thumb smooth over one of the edges of this bandage, which brought you closer to him.
Your cheeks warmed at the close proximity to him as his eyes grazed over your body before meeting your own. His hand moved from the bandage to your back. You leaned on your toes, pressing your lips to his. The tension between the two of you dissipated as he hungrily reacted, pulling you against him and savoring your moans as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
George’s hands moved down your body, swiftly hooking around your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to bring you back to his chair. Your hands moved into his hair, letting it loose and wrapping the band around your wrist. The leather was cold as your back pressed to it. George leaned back to pull his shirt over his head, revealing more of the tree painting the expanses of his skin.
If you weren’t so eager to be touched by him, you’d be studying the work of art.
As his lips met yours again, you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan to vibrate through his chest. You raked your nails down his back, trying to further draw out reactions from him as his hands attentively played with the lace of your bra, fingers ghosting over the skin pressing against the cups.
His lips left yours only to travel the length of your jaw and inch his way toward your waistband. Your pants were discarded with a swift tug from him before he pulled your thighs flush against his, grinding his hips against yours, hands gripping onto your sides to keep you in place. You tilted your head back, relishing in the friction as your body screamed to finally feel him take advantage of you.
You reached between the two of you, tugging at his zipper as your hunger for him escalated. His tongue flattened against your collarbone before his teeth pressed into your skin. You could feel his arousal through his jeans at the sound of your whimpering.
He pumped himself in his hand before pressing into you, the feeling of him inside of you making your head spin as if you were on some kind of ecstasy. Your moan came out needy and desperate as he thrust into you, gripping the edge of the leather seat as his breath hummed against your skin. Your fingers threaded into his hair, raking your nails down his neck as he groaned in your ear at the feeling.
One of his hands grasped your wrists together, pinning them above your head while the other wrapped around your throat. His eyes burned into yours as he leaned back, leaning his weight on your wrists and squeezing your throat, the lack of oxygen making each of your senses more heightened as he pounded into you.
Your moans of George’s name were grated as they slipped through your mouth, his relentless pace and intense hold nearly making you drool from the stimulation. By the practice of his actions, you wondered how long he had been stewing on demolishing you in this way.
He loosened his grip on your neck, leaning down to press his lips against yours, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip just to hear you groan from the rough action. You rolled your hips against his, letting him slow his pace to reach deeper within you. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he rubbed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the makeup smudging around your eyes from his antics and the heat between the two of you.
He pressed his lips to your neck, wrapping his hand around the edge of the chair again to drive himself into you, the new angle muddling your mind and vision as your body ached to come undone. You sank your nails into his back, earning his low, raspy whispers of your name.
At his praises, you came, tugging on his hair as he bit into your shoulder again, basking in the feeling of you clenching around him.
The next day, George stretched his shoulders, peering through the front window of his shop. His mind sparked with the feeling of your legs around his waist and the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. He could practically hear you whimpering his name in his ears as he went back to touching up a fading tattoo on his friend’s arm.
“OW, George,” Clay rumbled, thigh flinching at the jab from George.
George snorted, his mind still on the high he got from your pure trust in him as you laid out on his chair. “I’ll give you something to bitch about,” George grumbled, releasing just how gentle he was during your tattoo. The way your voice got soft and quiet when he rolled over a spot that was rather tender already would most definitely be a guilty pleasure of his.
Clay barked at him again as George jerked his hand, fulfilling his promise. “I’VE BEEN NICE TO YOU ALL MORNING.”
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omgomg i have a request for gnf, like hate sex kinda? like enemies to fuck buddies and they dont like eachother whilst they are fucking
(afab, dom!gnf)
hatred - gnf x afab!reader
cw: toxic, hate sex, degradation
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Not a single look, not even the slightest glance was shared while he thrusted in you with a relentless pace. The tension between the two of you, as his hips relentlessly pounded into your own.
You and George hated each other for as long as you can remember. From the second you met in college, taking the same courses to choosing the same major in university just to become content creator with a focus on the video game minecraft. Everything you did was connected and you hated it.
Even more, did you hate the way his brown eyes avoided yours so perfectly the same way yours avoided his. It added something to the tension but somehow made it hotter than before. His head was hidden in the crotch of your neck, leaving marks all over there every now and then just to lick over it seconds later.
"Fuck..", you moaned out as he hit a sweet spot inside you. The combination of the sensational feeling of his dick inside with your own hand circling your throbbing clit made you feel like you're on top of the world. Your other hand held his head in place, tugging and pulling on his soft, brown hair.
"Yeah? You fucking like this? I bet you would, fucking slut. You gonna cum? Make a mess on your enemy's dick?" Every single word coming out of your mouth was said to mock you. You once declared him as your enemy on twitter as a joke and every since then he's been making fun of you for it.
"Fuck you."
You really tried your best not to humiliate yourself but you chased that sweet feeling of release. Feeling yourself getting closer, you tugged on his hair closer but not close enough that would make you look at him.
"If I cum now, it's definitely not because of you, weirdo."
"Aw, is weirdo the only thing that came to your mind right now? Have i fucked you dub enough already? Little bitch. My fucking bitch, aren't you? Getting turned on by filthy, insulting words. Of course you would.'
Ignoring everything he's just said you let your eyes roll in the back of your head before letting go. You creamed around his cock while his thrusts not once haltered.
Were you embarrassed? A little bit. But you'd never admit it. Another thing you'd never admit is that it felt really good getting fucked brainless by the guy you've absolutely hated.
BUBBLE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
pairings: boyfriend!georgenotfound x gn!reader
info: watching your boyfriend game is one of your favourite pastimes, especially when you get to share cute moments together. fluff. 500+ words. requested.
note: ah my first lil drabble, i’ve been so soft for george recently.
now playing: grape soda by rook1e
you rarely understand the things that george is playing on his computer, but you don’t care. there’s just something about pulling up a chair next to him and resting your arm on the desk as you watch him click away at his keyboard that brings you a sense of calm. like you’ve been pulled into his little bubble separated from all the outside chaos of the world but without the stress of dream yelling down your ear.
you often find yourself drifting in and out of sleep at these times, eyes trained on george’s face as you’re drawn between the line of consciousness. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. you love watching him like this, absorbed into whatever he’s doing. it just makes you so happy being able to see him enjoy his job.
of course, there’s times when he screams you out of dreamland, awaking you with a small jump, but you can never bring yourself to be mad at him. the small giggles that follow making up for everything. and the way you can hear dream’s wheeze through his headphones only making you want to smile too.
you can’t name the game that george is playing this time, but that’s besides the point. you let yourself relax into a slouched position on the chair you had placed next to your boyfriend, finding a comfortable position as you rest your head against your arm on the desk. your gaze fixated upwards on the smile printed on george’s lips.
you sit like that for a couple moments, watching him intently before he turns to look down at you. “hey baby,” he hums softly with a sweet smile, his hand leaving his mouse to stroke a warm thumb across your cheek. “hey,” you mirror the look on his face, letting your eyelids drift shut as he continues rubbing a gentle pattern against your skin.
“i love you.” he lets out in a whisper. just those three words enough to fill your heart with more happiness to last a lifetime. “i love you too.” you scrunch your nose, feeling his breath fanning across your face as he plants a small peck on your temple, and then on your cheek, and finally on the tip of your nose.
he pulls away all too soon however and you can’t stop the pout on your lips from forming. your head lifting and your arms stretching out with grabby hands as a light chuckle empties from george’s chest. he pauses in place, still facing you and watches your actions, your palms cupping each of his cheeks as you pull his face towards you. your lips meeting in a small kiss that leaves little jolts of electricity sparking through your body, small fizzles of fireworks shooting from where your mouths meet. the kiss is only broken by the toothy grin spreading across george’s face, followed by your own goofy expression.
“you’re so cute.” george shakes his head, letting you return to your sleepy position rested against his desk. you let out a breathy giggle in response and settle into the perfect position to watch you boyfriend play the game glaring from his computer screen.
reblogs are greatly appreciated and feedback is always welcome!
requests are open, but make sure to check here first!
headcannon: when they raise their voice at you during an argument for the first time
requested: yes
note; i had to write this request because you guys are strangely addicted to stuff like this
genre: angst to fluff
included: dream, george, sapnap, quackity and karl.
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