"But Clay- you don't understand I-" "Sir." His voice was low. George stilled, his heart beating in his mouth. "...what?" The taller strode forward, rocketing his large hand to wrap tightly around the others pale neck. George gasped for air as his hands grappled to be released. Dream could only smirk sickly, fingers ti...
'george knew it was bad. bad to watch needily as his history teach sat on his desk-' [18+] [dnf] (the art is not mine, i couldn't find credit for it unfortunately)
nsfw!! george starts university expecting little to no fun at all. but that was until he saw him. literally just don't read this, for my sanity.
