Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Ice Time?

Summary:

This is inspired by George's ice video where he plays minecraft in an ice bath and Dream and Sapnap laugh at and punish him.... it cannot just be me that thought that video was a little... you know...
Aka Dream is in the room, kinkery ensues, Sapnap just isn't here bc that didn't fit, plus some fluffy fluff

"You're sure you want to do this?"

George looked up at Dream, his tall frame still a little jarring after so many years of just hearing his voice. But oh, was he lucky, George thought, admiring how Dream's broad shoulders dipped down as he leaned down to check the water temperature, his hair dropping in front of his forehead slightly. "Yes, Dream, I got this," George confirmed, looking at the bath, and the coolers of ice beside it. It was a dumb idea, really, but he had to admit that it would make for a great video. What happened behind the camera, well, nobody had to know.

The past few weeks had been absolute bliss to George, finally having Dream with him in person, finally able to hold each other, finally able to play in person. George loved how Dream could boss him around, loved it when he made him squirm, loved how he could make his body practically scream without even lifting a finger. George knew he could, and had, flip the script, make Dream yield to him instead, but he wasn't in the mood for that today. This whole thing had been Dream's idea, a scene for them to play in secret, a way for George to be punished and humiliated on camera, but not live. If the video was usable, that was great, but he would never upload it if it became too much, crossed any unspoken boundaries that they had set with their audience. Dream insisted he could cut it up to be publicly suitable, so George had agreed, eager to see just how far Dream would push him on camera.

George introed the video quickly, keeping his explanation brief out of impatience, and a healthy sense of trepidation. He wasn't looking forward to sitting in a bath of ice, exactly, he knew that would be intense and painfully cold, but that wasn't the point. The point was Dream's game, getting George to submit, watching him fail in the game over and over because he was so distracted. He already couldn't focus, checking that his setup was working as Dream watched him from the corner of the room, arms crossed and quietly waiting. George flicked his eyes up at his partner, then sat down on the ground, crossing his legs and waiting for Dream to come to him.

Dream quickly closed the distance to kneel in front of the shorter man, able to look him in the eye, but reducing any power difference. This was something he insisted on, a check in before any scene- Dream had to be absolutely certain that his partner was willing, happy, and clear on the safeties. He brought a hand up to George's chin, tilting his face up slightly to look at him. George smiled softly as Dream looked at him, feeling warmth in his chest as Dream stroked a thumb over his cheek. "You okay?" Dream asked, and George nodded emphatically "Yes, Dream. I want to do this." Dream smirked a little, leaning in to kiss George's forehead "That's my good boy," he murmured, and George felt himself melt a little, his mind already buzzing. He always dropped in when Dream spoke to him like that, the praise absolutely undid him. "Remember your words?" Dream asked gently, tucking a piece of dark hair behind George's ear. "Red, yellow, green," George said eagerly, leaning into Dream's light touch. "Very good Georgie. What's my name?" "Dream, sir." "Sir, unless you are saying something meant for the audience to understand." George nodded again, blinking as he felt the daze starting to come over him, his mind becoming more suggestible, more yielding to Dream. Dream smiled, planting one more kiss on the brunette's cheek "You look so pretty, George. Go put on a show."

George felt his stomach flutter as he lowered himself into the water, wincing even though it was just a bit cold right now. His jeans clung uncomfortably to his legs, and he shivered a little as he adjusted his keyboard, commenting to the camera. Dream had taken his spot behind the camera, a directional mic of his own picking up his voice, for the sake of the video. The view was great from here, he observed, watching George on both the viewfinder and in person. His dark hair was getting long, a stray piece flipped down over his forehead, his brown eyes a little wide from the cold water, his skin pale against his black shirt. He really was gorgeous, Dream thought, leaning back in his chair.