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anon1nn1t · 1 year

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Hiii :) I am glad that you are confident in posting your work on tumblr and I hope that you are good and you deserve a lot of love, I heard that George talks in his sleep, can you please do a post about a whole fluffy convo you and George have while he is a sleep but you are wake. And can George wake up not knowing what he said in his sleep and the reader just laughing about it eventually telling George and they both cuddle back to sleep, ty. Make sure to eat and drink :)

This is such a cute request, omg. :O Also, thank you for being so kind; it means so much !! Thank you for the request as well, of course. <3 * Btw before you requested this, I had no clue someone could actually understand questions in their sleep. 😧 *

Please don’t be nervous to send a request !!

"Baby, are you awake?" you asked while turning over to face your boyfriend, George. "Mm," he mumbled out in his sleep. You, however, took this as a sign he was awake and wrapped your arms around him lazily, nuzzling into his chest. He squirmed slightly, fighting weakly to get away from your grasp. "What’s wrong?" you asked while removing your arms from his waist. He remained silent. "Are you mad at me?" you asked. Again, no response. You scoffed while turning away from him again, wondering why he was ignoring you when you hadn't done anything wrong.

"Y/n," he said groggily. You decided to act petty, ignoring him like just he had ignored you. He whined, and you decided to give him pity, turning around to face him again. "What is it? What did I do?" you asked sincerely. When you still got no answer, you realized something was up. This wasn't at all like George; you hardly fought, and when you did, he never ignored you like this.

That was when you remembered a conversation you had had with him before. You, him, Dream, and Sapnap were all on a call together when Dream told you George talks in his sleep. You laughed at his "joke," and he laughed back, so you just assumed he was trying to embarrass George for fun.

You decided to test if he was actually asleep by standing up. If he was truly awake, he would not let you get up without a fight. He would whine and pull you back down into bed, cuddling up against your back. He, however, didn’t move, and that’s how you knew he was still sleeping. You nuzzled back into his chest, realizing he meant no harm and probably didn’t even know what you were doing. But that was when he asked you a weird question…

"Hm, how are you?" he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, giggling softly, now knowing that he was sleep talking. He snored quietly, and you had to try so hard to fight the urge to laugh. "I’m great, how are you?" you answered back jokingly. "M'good," he answered. "Baby?" you asked, confused. Could he understand you even though he was asleep?

"Pretty," he murmured. "What’s pretty?" you asked, confused as to what he was talking about since he was asleep. "Y/n," he responded. You formed a downward smile, your heart melting and your stomach filling with butterflies at the fact he still thought about you in his sleep. Not only did he think of you, but he was fully aware of the fact that you were his girlfriend. Your eyes started to water as you played with his hair with one hand and gently rubbed his cheek with the other. "I love you," you whispered. "I love you too," he said back.

He jolted upward, making you jump away from him slightly. "George?" you asked, concerned. "What?" he asked with a yawn. Now that he was fully awake, you burst out laughing, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Why are you laughing?" he asked with a pout. "Nothing, nothing," you giggled out. "Y/n, tell meee," he said while gently shaking you. "I didn’t know you actually talked in your sleep," you said while trying not to laugh. "Oh my god... " he breathed out, embarrassed. You couldn’t control your laughter, laughing harder than you ever had before.

"What did I say?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "You asked me how I was..." you started. He let out a relieved sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "AND YOU CALLED ME PRETTY!" you yelled out. " Oh my god," he said while burying his face into his hands out of humiliation. "AND YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" you said, crying with laughter. He ran his hands through his hair as he shook his head into them. "You’re crazy," he said. "You’re the one that said it," you said while wiping your tears. After you both had calmed down, he decided to speak up.

"Well, I mean, it’s true," he said. "What’s true?" you asked, confused. "That I love you. And that you’re pretty," he responded with a shrug, scratching the back of his head. "Are you still sleeping?" you asked half-jokingly, surprised at how honest he was being. He was never this straight-forward with you, ever. He laughed at your joke before gently grabbing the back of your head and pulling you back into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, resting his chin on top of your head. "Goodnight, baby," he said. "Goodnight," you yawned, falling asleep in his arms.

#dream smp #georgenotfound #georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound fluff #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound drabble #gnf #gnf x you #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #gnf drabble #gnf x reader #gnf x you smut #gnf x reader smut

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prettytoxicrevolver · 2 years

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Caught in the rain and “isn’t this stuff for kids” George

“Oh come on handsome we’re almost home,” you reason with Gogy as he trudges along next to you.

“Isn’t this stuff for kids?” he asks, holding up the shopping bags full of orbeez and slime kits.

“Did you forget we live with a bunch of children?” you say and Gogy grins at you.

You’re almost to the house so you grab George’s hand, swinging it softly as you walk along.

“Uhm (y/n)?” George asks and just as you turn to him, you feel the rain start to come down swift and hard.

You can’t help but laugh, tilting your head back so the rain slides down your skin and drops to the concrete below. Your eyes slip shut as you focus on the press of the rain when George causes you to jump, his arms sliding around your waist and pulling you into him.

He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before tugging you closer and leading the two of you home.

#georgenotfound drabble #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound imagine

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basilly · 2 years

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candids || mcyts x reader

summary: pictures the dsmp have taken of you two :)

includes: dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, & wilbur

gender: fem presenting

dream: "you look so good in my sweater :)"

sapnap: "dream caught me distracted"

george: "sapnap was following us on our walk."

wilbur: "unfortunately i can't be mad at tommy for taking this"

karl: "fine dining with my fine lady"

quackity: "we were tired, okay?"

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bagelrites · 3 months

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Spoiled

Dream reacts to George's recent purchases: a DNF drabble.

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Dream stopped George in the living room when he got home, standing there with his arms crossed and an imposing glare on his face. Sapnap laughed nervously and dipped out of the room, telling him he could deal with it.

“George.”

“Dream?”

“Why did you buy a golf cart?”

George laughed, sauntering right up to Dream with a mischievous grin.

“It’s not a golf cart. It’s a truck,” he said.

“It is not a truck,” Dream insisted.

“Okay, but it’s also not a golf cart,” George said. “And technically I didn’t buy it. Sapnap did.”

Dream shook his head.

“I just—I can’t believe you. You’re so spoiled, George.”

“Dream!” George gasped, feigning offense. “I am not spoiled.”

“You literally are.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Like, you never bring your wallet with you anywhere so everyone else has to pay for you.”

“Who’s everyone?” George asked.

“Sapnap and me! Mostly me, though, let’s be real.”

George snickered.

“I don’t know. Kind of sounds like you’re a simp—”

“George. No.” Dream pointed at him, the tip of his finger touching George’s chest and the veins of his forearm visible through his skin from his tense posture. “You guys need to go return that thing. What are we even gonna use it for?”

George bit his lip, looking from Dream’s hand to his eyes, and then knocked it away from himself.

“To ride around on. Obviously.”

“Obviously. Oh my god.” Dream pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do I even bother?”

“Because you love me,” George said with an innocent shrug.

Dream looked up, and George knew behind his smirk, his softness must be bleeding through, because Dream softened too at the sight of him.

“I honestly don’t know why I do.” Dream rolled his eyes, though he was struggling to keep a fond smile from creeping up on his lips.

George scoffed.

“Rude. Idiot.”

Dream laughed at that, and George felt something twist in his stomach. One snide remark from Dream, and he was reduced to one-word sentences. He really couldn’t take a taste of own medicine.

“If I’m so rude, why are you dating me?” Dream slid up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and George crossed his arms, putting on his best annoyed face despite the blush blooming high on his cheekbones.

“I don’t know. That’s a good question, actually.”

“Oh, come on.” Dream put his other hand on George’s chin, thumb resting just under his lower lip, and lowered his voice to a soft, teasing tone that made George’s cheeks flush redder. George gulped, simultaneously hating Dream with every fiber of his being for knowing him so well, and enraptured by Dream’s words, Dream’s arms, Dream’s gaze so intent on him.

“Shut up.” George’s voice came out breathy, his head tilting down even as his eyes stayed on Dream’s. He hoped he looked coy, lashes fluttering enticingly.

Two could play at this game.

Dream chuckled, grinned, and took George’s lips in a deep, tender kiss. George tilted his head away ever-so-slightly, making Dream chase him, and he eagerly followed. He kissed him hard but slow, insistent without being forceful, and his hand migrated to George’s neck, hovering possessive over his chain. George gasped at that, and Dream chuckled against his lips, thinking he’d won.

George kissed back, tilted his head and slipped his tongue past Dream’s lips. Dream gripped his waist, drew him close to his chest, let the passion build, taking George’s lips wet and messy and desperate.

Then George pulled away, hands on Dream’s chest, and the pair met eyes, panting for breath in the middle of the now noticeably quiet living room.

“So. I take it I can keep the truck?”

“I hate you,” Dream said, but his lips were smiling when they met George’s again.

He counted that as a yes.

#omg me writing dnf drabbles again?#dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #gnf #dream #dnf fanfic #my fic #my writing

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livingproofoftbd · 5 months

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has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds

so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?

in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?

it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

ꕤ • ꕤ • ꕤ

This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

#georgenotfound fanart #georgenotfound #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #dream team #dream team fanfic #gnf #dtqk #mcyt #gnf fanart #doodle #art school au #drabble #dreamnotnap fic #jun arts

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sappynapper · 2 years

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If they made you cry x cc!dwt + gnf (separately)

hurt/comfort hcs on how they would react to accidentally making you cry

cws: yelling, making fun of insecurities, crying

Dream:

Listen, we all know he’s a sweetheart and a softie really

that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got a temper sometimes, especially when he’s stressed and pissed off about some twitter bullshit with fake screenshots that he has to address again

you can tell he’s getting worked up, which never ends well, so you try telling him to just get offline, to stop replying to the tweets, and do something else for a bit, take his mind off it all and calm down

but he’s angry and frustrated so he snaps, practically snarling at you

“god just stop that! you should be fucking supporting me in this not telling me to ignore it”

you know he’s not angry at you he’s just upset

it still startles you though, a lot

he almost never raises his voice at you like that, and him being such a big guy, when he does shout it’s loud and intimidating

plus the accusation of not supporting him hits just a bit too close to home

he specifically told you that he doesn’t want you stepping into the crossfire by getting involved in all the online discourse

but that doesn’t stop you feeling guilty for not being able to defend him. for not being able to really help

and before you know it your eyes have filled with tears and you’re trying to hold back sniffles so Dream won’t notice

he does of course though

bc he’s distracted it takes him a few seconds to realise what’s happening

but when he does his heart drops

and he is terrified, brain immediately going into ‘omg i’m a horrible person, i’ve ruined everything and they’re gonna leave me for yelling at them oh fuck’ mode

everything else is immediately forgotten as his head floods with panic bc to him, making you cry?? unforgivable. if anyone else made you cry he’d want to kill them but this is his fault and he doesn’t know what to do. he just has to make it better

“oh, y/n, i’m so sorry, i-“

he steps towards you, wanting to pull you into his arms and apologise with hugs and kisses but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you right now and you’ve curled in on yourself with your arms wrapped across your chest

you tell him “it’s fine! it’s fine!”, and start apologising for crying when you were trying to comfort him, feeing silly, but he stops you

“is it ok if i touch you, baby?”

you give a little nod and he envelops you immediately, pulling your head into his chest and rubbing a hand up and down your back, comforting himself as much as you

he’s so relieved when you melt into him. that you’re not angry

he starts rambling mumbled apologies and reassurances into your hair between kisses

“i’m so so sorry angel. i should never have yelled. i didn’t mean to snap at you i’m just stressed but it’s no excuse. you do so much for me. always make me feel better. please forgive me”

you just nod, nuzzling further into his sweatshirt and gripping at it for comfort, just relieved he’s not angry anymore

he holds you tightly, shaken by his own mistake

anxiety-fuelled visions of you walking out the door and never coming back flashing behind his eyelids as he screws them shut

“hey” you squeeze his arm, familiar with his spirals, “i’m here. everything’s fine, i promise”

he nods, more grateful for you than ever. what could he possibly have done to deserve you in his life?

he spends days afterwards doing little things to make it up to you, even though you’ve said it’s fine a million times

your favourite takeout for dinner, his treat ofc. all the chores taken care of before you can even think of them. that thing you’d been eyeing on etsy? in your hands by the following evening.

but like i said, to dream, making you cry is basically a cardinal sin so it’s a while before he stops feeling guilty about it

George:

he’s lowkey a meanie. we know this thanks to alyssa

he wasn’t trying to make you cry, he was just teasing, needling you about some small thing that he had no clue was actually a big insecurity of yours

you tried not to let it affect you, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling and avoiding George’s gaze

but eventually all the little jabs build up and a couple of tears slip down your face before you can stop them

George pauses for a second, then

“are you crying??”

“no. no” you hurry to wipe the tears away, embarrassed, turning your face away more

“you are, you’re crying”

he moves around you to see your face better and that’s when you crack a little

“just leave it, George, god”

oh. he kind of blanks as he realises how actually upset you are

“y/n?..”

“stop. just stop. i don’t want to hear anymore. i get it ok?” you tell him, tearily, hurrying to your shared bedroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving George alone to realise that his light teasing had not in fact been that at all

he’s genuinely so shocked. he didn’t think he could make you cry?? like surely you know he thinks you’re literally perfect and that he could never actually mean any of the dumb jokes he makes??? right????

that’s what he plans to tell you a little later when he’s given you some time and recovered from the surprise himself. taking a deep breath before entering your bedroom

he opens the door carefully, even knocking slightly on the frame

“y/n? can i come in?”

he looks around for you, eventually spotting a you-shaped lump under the blanket on the bed

he sighs and shuts the door behind him, despite your lack of response, crossing the room and perching tentatively on the edge of the bed

hesitantly, he reaches out to you and places a hand on your blanket covered shoulder

you don’t say anything but you also don’t immediately shove him away so that’s good, George thinks

“y/n? i- i’m really sorry,” he starts, speaking softly, feeling shame burning in his throat, “i was honestly just joking around but it.. it was a bad joke, it wasn’t funny”

he pauses, trying to gauge any reaction from you but getting none

his hand runs absently up and down your arm over the covers as he thinks about his next words

“i.. hope you know that i don’t actually think any of that stuff about you. i think you’re wonderful and beautiful and the best thing in my life” tears are welling in his own eyes now but he takes a deep breath and keeps it together

you shuffle slightly under the blanket

“i had no idea what i was saying would upset you or i would never have said it and i… i’m just sorry. i’m really sorry”

that’s when you finally poke your head out to look at him

your hair is slightly mussed and your eyes are pink and puffy from crying, face shiny with tears

it breaks George’s heart. like he actually feels a twinge of pain in his chest knowing he’s the reason you look like that

“ok” you say in a small voice, “i’m just overreacting anyway-“

“no!” George reaches towards you but he doesn’t know what to do with his hands

you pull an arm out of the blanket and hold his hand, he squeezes it tightly

“you’re not overreacting. i- i was a dick and i’m so so sorry i made you cry” he does actually get choked up at this point and your eyes widen

you sit up quickly, blanket falling to your lap as you grab George in a hug

he pulls you even closer, hands gripping at your sweatshirt, neither of you sure who’s comforting who anymore

“it’s ok!” you exclaim, “please don’t cry, George. i promise i’m just being, like, emotional”

you laugh at yourself and it sounds like angel song to George

you pull away to look at him

“thank you for saying all that. it- well, i feel better”

“i love you.” he murmurs, “don’t let things i say make you upset. i’m an idiot”

“i love you too,” you reply, “my idiot” you add, teasingly

George grins sheepishly, then tackles you to the bed, covering your face in kisses as you shriek with laughter

and George knows he only ever wants to make you happy for as long as you’ll let him

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #angst to fluff #hurt comfort #dream fluff #dream drabble #dream blurb #mcyt hcs #this is the oldest draft i have let’s goooo

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wishitweresummer · 7 months

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“Tickle Games” concept

…or just Dream and George messing with Sapnap

( @mushiewrites said ‘laugh/move and a restraint gets added’ and my brain went ooooh I wanna mess with Sapnap)

“It’s a new game!”, George giggled, pulling Sapnap down. The boy laughed and shoved the attacking hands away. Quickly, Dream and George both crowded him.

“Hey, no!!!”.

“Yes! Everytime you laugh or move, we add another minute of tickling.”.

“What?!”.

“Aaand go!”.

Sapnap screeched as four hands descended on his tummy, sides, and ribs. Instantly, he was hysterical. He fought desperately, but he was no match for the both of them.

“NAHAHAHAAAA!!”.

“That’s another minute!”.

“And another!”.

Dream and George smirked at each other over the squirmy boy. Sapnap was beside himself with laughter. His face burned as he begged for mercy.

“Oh! Another minute!”.

“Another! And another!”.

“STAAAHAHAHAA!!!”.

#just a little drabble #when the boys just wanna fuck with him #dream team tickle #lee!sapnap #ler!dream #ler!georgenotfound #sapnap tickle #dnn tickle #summer ficlet

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beautifulaestheticsanon · 3 months

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Intro and workshop

Hello, I'm BeautifulAestheticsAnon! You can just call me Aesthetic though. I'm a inspiring story writer and I thought 'why not make my own Tumblr blog?' My inspiration came from Squishycheekanon, please go check her out she makes AMAZING stories!! This workshop will grow as more stuff is made, and a masterlist will eventually get made.

This is a 18+ blog, there is NSFW and slight dark themes.

Who I will write for:

C! Dream

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Wilbur (all Bur's included)

C! Technoblade

C! Foolish

C! Punz

C! Karl Jacobs

C! Eret

C! Badboyhalo

What I will write:

Degradation

Somnophilia

Darcryphilia

Hair pulling

Spanking

Choking(light)

Daddy/mommy kink

Bondage

Size kink

Praise

Heat/Rut

Breeding

Free use

Overstimulation

Orgasm Denial

What I will not right:

Piss/Shit kink

Knife/Gun kink

Pain kink

Rape

Dubcon

Angst

Hate sex

Please respect these boundaries, but otherwise ask away and have fun!!!!

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luvvdwt · 2 years

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could you do hcs of why dteam would like choking you or being choked by you??

much love <33 thank you!!

(MWAH)

dream: choking is a must for him AND you. he loves the way his big hand looks around your throat, especially loves to choke you when he fucks you from behind 😵‍💫

sapnap: choking is also a must with this man. he loves overpowering you so seeing you under him with his hand around your neck makes him go🥴

george: loves it both ways. choke him lightly while you ride him please he loves it.. i feel like he also chokes you as a way to keep you still

#mcyt imagines #mcyt smut #mcyt drabbles #dwt smut #gnf smut #sapnap smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound smut

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prettytoxicrevolver · 2 years

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Last Kiss | Georgenotfound

Requested? Eh

Warnings? So fucking sad tbh

Summary: You and George break up

Word Count: 1,239

You groan slightly, your body waking before your eyes can open and you feel the weight of George’s body laying next to yours. Your eyes slide open to find him pressed against your side, his eyes tracing your features in a tired state.

“Mm George?” you ask tiredly, moving so you’re on your side and facing him.

“Go back to sleep love,” he whispers.

“Can’t,” you say, moving closer to him. “Not when you’re staring at me like a weirdo.”

His face cracks into a smile and you reach up and run a fingertip over his soft lips. He presses a kiss to your knuckles before dragging you even closer. Your eyes flicker for a moment to the clock behind him, the red numbers glaring a menacing 1:58 at you. Your eyes slide shut and just as you’re ready to fall back asleep, George speaks again.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

Your heart floods at the first time hearing those words, spilling over and shooting adrenaline through your entire body. You would consider killing him for waking you up so intensely that way but your love outweighed it.

“I love you too.”

With that, the two of you drift back to sleep, wrapped up safe and tight in each other's arms.

You hated flying so incredibly much.

Airports made you anxious, you hated waiting around, standing and sitting far too close to complete strangers and the flight itself was always far too long. But the thing that got you through was the fact that you knew the minute you stepped off this plane, George would be there waiting for you.

You listen to the roar of the engines as your flight starts to make its neverending descent toward the ground. You close your eyes just as the tires bump the runway and now your adrenaline is spiked. Your leg bounces in annoyance, wanting to grab your stuff and run out the doors.

However, you wait. You grab your suitcase out of the overhead and wait as the people slowly descend the steps of the plane and onto the runway. When you get to the doors, you’re greeted with the scent of fresh London rain and shiny concrete as you step down.

Your head swivels in every direction and once you spot the brunette you take off. Your suitcase and the other passengers long forgotten in the chase towards your boyfriend. He turns just in time, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and you shove your face into his neck.

His arms wrap tight around you, his every inch pressing against you and making your pulse thrum uncontrollably. His heartbeat matches, slamming against his chest and bumping into yours.

“Hi,” you whisper in his ear and his grip seems to tighten.

“Hello my love.”

A few days after you come back home, George drags you to a birthday party for Wilbur. You weren’t overly fond of parties and you were a little surprised when George begged you to go but you knew he didn’t want to spend the whole time alone or only talking to a couple of people.

Just as you had stepped away from another couple, George offers you a soft smile. The music flows over you and realization hits you both.

“Come on,” he asks, those big brown eyes begging you to dance with him.

You roll your eyes, his hand already traveling to grab yours and he pulls you against him. Your intertwined hands rest against his chest as he sways the two of you to the beat.

Nothing else ever really mattered to George as long as you were with him.

“He snores?” Karl asks, a childlike giggle escaping from him.

“Yes! Loudly!” you tell him and George rolls his eyes next to you.

“Oh and he also,” you start but are cut off by George’s lips on yours, effectively silencing your next sentence. When you part, you roll your eyes and turn back to Karl.

“Did you have to tell him I snore in my sleep?” George asks as the two of you walk out of his apartment. His hands are stuffed into the jeans of his pocket, his shoulders caving to make him look smaller.

“Baby you know I’m just messing with you,” you say, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Besides, I was gonna tell him that-“ you start again but George turns and pulls you against him, pressing his lips to yours again.

“You’re so annoying,” you say when he pulls back but keeps you connected by the soft touch of your foreheads against each other.

“You love me.”

You sit on the couch, tears rolling down your cheeks and head hung low. George stands before you, arms crossed defensively in a way that almost makes it seem like he’s hurting just as much as you.

“I thought you loved me,” you whisper out, risking a glance at the older boy.

“I do,” he says, taking a step forward but you hold a weak hand out to him.

“Don’t lie to me,” you whisper.

“I’m not. I still love you.”

He takes another step forward, leaning down to kiss the top of your head and it’s like a dam breaking inside of you. The door clicks shut as he walks out and you wrap yourself up tight in your own arms and sit until you’re numb.

You move in a trance, work, eat, sleep, repeat. The world was muted without George’s love to light it back up. Through social media you watch as he moves to the states, he meets his best friend for the first time.

It hurt being so on the outside of someone’s life that was always intertwined with yours. You watch through posts and photos feeling like he was moving on, moving away from you and it’s a foreign feeling that was so strangely linked to how you used to know everything about him. How could it suddenly be reduced to nothing?

Just as you’re tempted to chuck your phone across the room, it rings in your hands, Dreams contact popping up.

“Hello?” you ask unsure when you swipe answer.

“Hey darling! How are you?”

Dream and you had stayed close after the breakup considering you were friends before you started dating George in the first place.

Hearing his voice settles something in you that you didn’t know you needed. It helped you get your fill of George and also get your mind off of it.

“It’s gorgeous here! Please come visit again soon! We all miss you,” he tells you and part of your heart clenches at hearing the statement.

“I will baby. I love ya call me later.”

Your phone slides from your grip, the image of George’s smile and bright eyes in the sunshine gripping your heart in a way that hasn’t felt like that in a while. You don’t realize you’re crying until a tear drops onto your hand and you force yourself to get up and go into your room.

You head to your closet, hoping to find a hoodie to drown in when something catches your eye. A tan hoodie at the bottom of your closet that you know is George’s from the look of it.

You sink to the floor, grabbing the fabric and unconsciously slipping it over your head. The fabric is tangled in your fingers as tears well up more and more.

“How could it end like this?”

#georgenotfound drabble #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound imagine #mcyt fic #mcyt imagine

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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bagelrites · 8 months

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Moon

DNF fluff - the baby video

Dream didn’t notice George had slipped into the office until there was a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, then saw the familiar reflection on his monitors, and took his headphones off, shaking his hair out as he spun around to face him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.” George put his hands on his hips. “What’s this about you crying to baby videos of yourself?”

Dream laughed. Of course George saw the tweets immediately—he had all his notifications on.

“Oh, nah, it’s just, you know, for the music video.” Dream shrugged. “I didn’t really cry just, like… got misty eyed.”

“Mn.” George shifted his weight, and in the simple softening of his eyes, Dream knew he was relieved to hear it. George hated when he cried and couldn’t fix it.

“Show me,” he said then, and it took Dream by surprise.

“Show you, like, what I have so far?” Dream asked.

“No, the video.” George shook his head. “The one that made you cry.”

“Well, okay, again, I didn’t actually cry—but, like, whatever. Sure.”

Dream turned back to his computer, pulled his chair close to the desk, and navigated out of his editing set up to find just the video itself, the raw file from his desktop. He didn’t open it full-screen, because the quality was too grainy for that to look good, and just felt it in a window, floating there in the middle of the screen.

George leaned over his shoulder, made an impatient hand-gesture, and Dream hit play.

Dream, just three years old, standing in the driveway of his childhood home. Chalk on the concrete, grass green and freshly mowed behind him. His hair, blonder, short but still a little curly, and his hand on his cheek, the fingers clumsy, arm chubby.

His eyes up towards the sky, his tiny voice projected loud.

Moon, wake up!

And then he’s facing the camera, his round head and pouty lips, eyes big and sad, nose so small, like a kitten’s, barely protruding from his face. The camera pans up past houses and tree branches all in shadow, frames the crescent moon in the lavender sky, a white dot with the date superimposed under it.

NOV 10 2002

It’s a short video. Just eleven seconds long, but George seems immersed in it, makes another motion with his hand, signaling for Dream to play it again. He puts it on loop, and lets him watch it five times before he stops.

“There, happy?” he asks, but when he looks at George again, his cheeks are shining in the light of the computer.

“Oh my god. You’re actually crying.”

“What? No, I’m not, shut up.” George backs away and wipes his face, shaking his head vehemently, but Dream’s heart is already gone to pieces in his chest.

“Georgie…” he says his name quiet, reaches out with a gentle hand to grab just the tips of his fingers.

George slides his hand into his palm, squeezes at the meat of it, just under his thumb.

“It’s just—your nose,” George chokes out the words, and Dream laughs.

“What? My nose?”

“Yeah. It was so… small and cute,” George blubbers, still wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “You were so small and cute.”

“Oh my god.” Dream rolled his eyes, his smile pressing dimples into his cheeks. “You’ve seen my baby photos before.”

“Mn. Not the same.” George shakes his head and steps closer, spins Dream’s chair properly towards him so he can climb into his lap. Dream huffs at the weight, but holds him, rubbing his back and his hair.

“I want a little you running around,” George admits softly, and Dream sighs. He knows. God, he knows.

“Me too,” Dream says, and kisses him on the earlobe. “Someday. Yeah?”

George hums, nodding his head with his forehead pressed into Dreams.

Dream kisses his nose, and George crinkles his face up, giggling, then returns the gesture—only this time, it's softer, more reverent, this peck on the very tip of Dream’s nose. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream just closes his eyes and presses his cheek to George’s cheek, sharing heat like a promise.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #dwt #dream #my fic #drabble

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gameofsevens · 9 months

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George sleepwalking

An old drabble from March

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #captain puffy #nines’ notebook #drabble #writing

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panmoonchild · 2 years

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The Bare Necessities (Georgenotfound x Little!Reader)

After a long wait, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N!” George called out, glancing around the apartment. He peeked into your gaming room and was surprised to not see you at your desk for once. He gripped his, well yours to be specific, stuffed pig that he was planning on gifting you. He had seen it earlier that day and bought it on a whim after hearing you fawn over pigs in your Minecraft world. He had planned to give it to you yesterday but you had a lore stream planned so he didn’t want to bother you too much with it.

He peeked into the living room again to see if he missed you somehow but he saw nothing. Where could they have gone?

He walked around the house for a bit before deciding to head into the kitchen to look for something to eat. As he was eating, he heard a doorknob shake before the door opened. George froze and waited in silence. Soft shuffling was heard before a thud and sigh followed. He raised a brow in curiosity and inched closer. There’s no way they left their front door locked? George questioned. He inched closer and peered through the crack in the door.

You, being carefree in the safety of your own home, didn’t notice the obvious creak in the floor as you bent over setting up all of your toys in a circle with a small plate of cookies on the floor.

“Y/N?” George called out confused. With a small jump, you turned around and gasped. In shock, your pacifier fell to the ground and tears began to well up in your eyes. George’s eyes widened in panic and rushed forward, shushing you softly.

With tiny wails, you let yourself be dragged into George’s chest as he rocked you slightly.

“I-I’m so-so-sorry,” You stuttered out. George shushed you before placing a soft kiss on your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s okay, I know you’re just stressed and want to relax baby. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With soft, gentle touches, he wiped away your tears, and at that moment. Y/N felt at peace. They felt complete and happy to have someone to love them this much.

After a long wait, a short drabble to kickstart my return. I might do a small writing challenge soon but I'm not too sure.

#georgenotfound #little space #age regression #x reader #dreamsmp #dream smp x reader #dsmp #drabble #cute #short #x gender neutral reader #i cant think of any other tags

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baldkarlnap · 1 year

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hiii, my name is lexx :) i'm really not gonna lie, i haven't used tumblr in YEARS and i forgot how to use it

BUT

if y'all wanna check out my cute lil dnf drabble, it'd be much appreciated <3

sweetest lies in moonlight | Rated G |Tags: domestic fluff, established relationship, sleepy kisses, sharing a bed

Summary:

Dream and George reveal some dark secrets of theirs before going to bed.

Or, cute drabble about boyfriends being boyfriends

#dnf drabble #read on ao3 #dnf #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dreamnotfound #fanfic #i have no clue what im doing be nice to me pls

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