Tattoos- DreamNotFound 😊

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CW: tattooing, needles (?), implied spiciness (cause I just love teasing y'all lmao), swearing

Plot: George wants to get a tattoo but is scared it'll hurt too much so he goes with Karl as emotional support to the place where their friend Dream works to get it done.

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Dream's POV.

I busy myself with adjusting the needles and different inks that are available as George and Karl decide where to get George's first tattoo. As they start to discuss and bicker more and more, they eventually land on the inside of his thigh so that not many people can see it.

Bad idea.

That shit is tender as fuck and might kill the poor boy.

"Just sit over here while I prepare everything," I say moving the tray of the different colours over, "Oh, and pants off or at least down,"

George's face flushes as he realises what I'm asking "nOT LIKE THAT- JUST SO I CAN DO THE TATTOO, YOURE SO DIRTY MINDED!" I almost yell, wheezing.

I hear Karl's signature giggle and go over and sit between George's legs where he's pulled his pants down just enough for me to see the area I need. Using his hoodie to cover anything else.

I wipe the sterol wipe over the smaller boy's thigh and I hear George let out a small noise.  lay the stencil print down and rub my hand over it to make sure the image is transferred. It's just a '404' but I want to make sure it's all straight and actually looks like the numbers.

I pull the paper off and grab the needle to start tattoo-ing. I pull the skin taunt and look up to see him look terrified and I tell him, "If you need me to stop, just say 'granola', yeah, Georgie?"

"O-Okay," He says, but it sounds more like a whimper.

I hold the 'gun' and start to trace the dark blue ink, replacing it with the permanent black ink. After I finish the first line I stop and look up at the smaller boy to make sure he's okay.

His hand is over his mouth and he's panting and sweating a little. He's also shaking with his eyes screwed shut. I'm not gonna lie, it looks hot.

(A/N: I would like to share that I am currently at work hiding in the bathroom writing this :3)

He opens his eyes and looks down, confused as to why I stopped. I hurriedly look back at his thigh, my face on metaphorical fire. "E-Everything okay?" He asks in a weak voice.

"Y-Yeah, just wanted to make sure you're okay," I said looking back up at him, "Ready to start again?"

He nods and I continue finishing the tattoo, his breathing getting heavier and more rigid. I finish off the three numbers, trying my best to focus after the beautiful sight I just saw.

"AAAAAnd, done," Karl says, making me jump. I'm not going to lie I forgot he was here.

"Oh- yeah, just make sure to put an antibacterial cream on it twice a day, no more bandages after this one comes off," I tell him while putting on a clean bandage, "Wash it gently with soap and warm water every day, and pat dry before putting the cream or ointment on, and try to keep it moist, yeah?"

"Y-Yeah, thank you," He breaths out, making my stomach do a flip.

"Okay, that'll be $25 with the workers discount," I tell the boy, winking. Normally tattoos are around $50-100, but he's cute... oh and he's my friend. (A/N: those are the actual prices for small tattoos, gamers, they're hella expensive)

"Wow that's cheaper than you've ever given me," Karl complains, pouting.

"You aren't a cute British boy, Karl," I say jokingly, seeing George blush and mumble 'shut up'.

"Sapnap is calling, I'll meet you in the car?" Karl tells George to which he nods opening his phone to pay.

"You're cute when you're panting," I say to George after I hear the bell ring, signifying that Karl has left.

"I- w-wha-" George says short circuiting and looking up at me through his eyelashes. God he looks so innocent.

"You look cute when you're panting," I say again, calmly.

"I- thank you, you look cute on your knees," He answers, leaning forward. So close that if he moves at all in my direction our noses would touch.

My entire body heats up, god I want to fuc- nope, at work.

"Thanks, Georgie," I say tilting my head to the side slightly, "I bet you'd look hot as fuck on your knees for me,"

I hear George let out a little 'fuck' under his breath and see him look down at my lips and then glance up at me again. "Can I kiss you?" I ask, barely coming out as a whisper.

He nods and then I kiss him, over the counter making it a bit uncomfortable. I pull away and walk around to beside him and grab his hips and pull him towards me, kissing him again. His lips are so soft.

He wraps his arms around my neck, running his hands through my hair, pushing me closer. He pulls away and says "God, Dream, you're an idiot, we can't do this at your work,"

What very few people know about George and I is that we've been hooking up and dating for the past six months. It started off with George and I hooking up as fuck buddies for a while, and then George coming over drunk and confessing his love for me, and then it just kinda go better from there. Literally no one knows, but we have been keeping it low profile, some people don't even think we know each other beyond first names, but I know every piece of him, physical and mental.

I love him.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight, yeah?" I ask, kind of sad we have to stop.

"Of course, love," He says, going onto his tippy toes to peck me on the cheek.

"Bye bye, baby," I say waving.

"Bye, loser," He answers as he walks out the door.


BONUS BECAUSE ILY:

"DREAM!" George yells as he walks in my front door.

"Yeah, love?" I ask worried, he sounds kinda mad.

"KARL SAW US IN THE FUCKING TATTOO PARLOR!" He cries out, not looking actually sad, mostly just embarrassed.

"Oop- what'd you tell him?"

"THE TRUTH!! I just made him pinky promise, which is very serious, that he wouldn't tell anyone outside of our close friends," He answers, looking proud of himself.

"Good job, baby," I say walking up to him and holding his waist, "You did so well,"

I kiss him gently, but when he wraps his arms around my shoulders I push him up against the wall and move my knee between his legs, hearing the little whimpers he makes driving me crazy. I've been wanting this all day.



:3 ily <3

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