Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

beg for it

Summary:

one shot
George likes Dream begging, and tries to dom him. Dream makes George beg instead.

lololol george got horny on stream (in fic not irl) 🤡🤡

power bottom george 🤯🤯 dom dream 🤯🤯🤯 teasing 🤯🤯 lets goooo

over da camera btw they arent irl

SOMETIMES IDK WHAT TO DO FOR SUMMARYS SO JS IGNORE THIS SHIT ONE LMOA

 "You're dog-water!" George howled, victorious.

Dream huffed and glanced to his other monitor, displaying George's stream. His face gleamed with joy, and his lips pursed in a confident, cocky smile.

"You actually suck , Dream! You're so bad!"

"Okay, okay," He smiled. "To be fair you have more than double my gear!"

George continued with his banters and cheering, proposing astounding punishments and crude insults. "Seriously! You are so bad! Chat, get 'Dream-sucks' trending! No. No. Get 'Dream-is-a-loser' trending, I can't believe he lost—"

"Yeah George, more than double because you're using your armor from before, it has Prot. III—"

"Oh shut up ! You're such a sore loser."

"1v1 me, same gear."

"I just did , Dream. And I won. You're a Mickey-Mouse Minecraft player."

Dream slumped back in his chair, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "That doesn't even make sense."

George's eyes flashed away from the camera, reading something. A moment passed and he began, "You're right. You're right Chat. Dream, because I won... " He sneered. "I..." He scrolled through the Creative Inventory and equipped a Gold Helmet. "I am the winner! And I get to boss you around. Call me 'Sir' from now on!"

Dream squinted. "The hell? I didn't agree to that." He wanted to laugh. George didn't seem to know the sexual-connotation of 'Sir'.

George hummed.

"Oh—come on. I am not calling you Sir."

George hummed again, a smug smile spread across his face.

It was humiliating. "I'm just not going to speak to you then."

George's face dropped.

Dream frowned at the sight— he felt bad .

"Okay," He sighed. "Sir..." Dream's voice trembled, it was awkward, but it was worth seeing George's eye's gleam. "Can you— George?!" He began punching Dream's character towards a ravine. "Er... I mean, Sir."

"Yes, peasant?"

He laughed, "God, you're an idiot. Stop punching me! I'm going to die!"

George became more aggressive. "Why?"

"Cause I'll die?" Dream huffed, punching futilely at George's character in Creative Mode.

"Say it nicely." He splashed the other with a healing potion.

"Please stop."

"No." He scoffed. "Don't give me an attitude."

Dream scrunched his nose to George's particularity. "What? How did I even give you an attitude? What do you want? Like?

" Please.. Please stop hitting me, Sir. " He whined. His voice trembled as he spoke, and it fractured, ends of words dying off in sulky gasps— whimpers. He pulled pathetic whines from the back of his throat;