#dnf fanfics

[belovedrm]

BELOVEDRM FANFIC RECS

kisses are customary

dnf mermaid au - 3.6k words, 1 chapter

sfw - fluff, aquariums, first meetings, first kiss

“George grins, and he traces the grain of the wood with his fingernail. “I kissed you on the cheek because I wanted to.” “Oh,” Dream breathes. “Oh.” “Yeah, oh,” George teases. “I like you. You’re funny.” “You’re pretty,” Dream blurts. — Or: Dream finds a merman hiding in the dolphin enclosure of the aquarium that he works at. Dream also finds that the merman is very, very pretty.”

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[livingproofoftbd]

dnf fluff to make me feel better

lets be real be all need it. i just wanted to write it.

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rated T

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He doesn't realize how long he's standing in the shower until the water runs cold.

He towels himself off, giving a weak attempt at drying his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist and scooping his clothes up in one arm. The room is cold compared to the steamy bathroom, and goosebumps ripple over his skin as he moves about.

"Hey."

He turns around, midway through rifling for a new shirt in the dresser. George gently closes the door behind him and Patches jumps up onto their bed, curling up at the end of it.

"Hi," Dream says, grinning. "Missed you."

George scoffs. "When, in the shower?" he teases.

Dream shrugs, turning back to the dresser. "Maybe," he says. "Figured you'd hear the water and join me or something."

He hears George giggle from behind him, and the feeling of warm hands against his skin makes him shiver. George wraps his arms around his stomach, pressing his cheek to Dream's shoulder blade. "Sapnap wanted me to distract the babies while he did something real quick," he says.

"The babies?" Dream echoes, giggling.

"Yeah," George says, nonchalantly like it's completely normal. Maybe it is. Dream just calls them kittens. "That's what they are."

Dream smiles. "You're an idiot," he says fondly.

"And you're taking too long," George says, pressing a quick kiss to Dream's back before purposefully dragging his hands against Dream's skin as he steps away. "C'mon, 'm tired."

Now with the proper motivation, Dream is quick to get dressed into sleep clothes. George has his lamp turned on beside him, so Dream turns off the overhead lights and slips under the covers George holds up for him. He's propped against the pillows with his phone in his hand, and Dream takes the opportunity to cuddle into his side, an arm thrown over his middle. He sighs as George begins mindlessly playing with his wet hair, muttering about how he should've dried it or at least tried to brush it. He ignores him.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, the both of them staring at George's screen as he scrolls through Twitter. They do this every night: Dream cuddled into George's side as they watch TikToks or go through George's Instagram or Twitter. Dream loves this little tradition, just being able to press against George's side and hold him. He wouldn't even care what they did, so long as they got to cuddle.

George promptly shuts his phone off the second he sees someone being a dick to Dream.

"I hate people," he grumbles, tossing his phone to the floor. "I fucking hate them."

Dream chuckles, but it lacks humour. "It's whatever," he mutters.

George stays silent another few seconds before he shuffles down the bed to rest face-to-face with Dream. He lifts a hand and settles it on Dream's jaw, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone.

"It's not whatever," he whispers. "I'd take a fucking flamethrower to them if I could, y'know."

Dream smiles. "Thanks."

George leans forward to plant a kiss to his nose, giggling as Dream pushes their noses together. "Idiot," he teases. "Come here."

He gathers Dream to his chest, holding him close as he strokes and kisses his hair, whispering "I love you" over and over again. Patches gets curious and pads across the mattress to curl up in between them, clearly unbothered when Dream complains.

"Cats, man," Dream says. He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand against her fur. "Gotta love 'em."

"Patchington," George giggles. "I love us."

Dream tilts his head up and smiles. "I love us too," he says quietly. "I really fucking love you, you know that?"

George laughs. "You only tell me every day," he jokes.

Dream rolls his eyes, but pulls George down to kiss him, and it feels like everything wrong with the world rights itself. It always does whenever he kisses George.

When he pulls away, the feeling stays. They smile at each other, ear to ear, and sink back into each other like it's natural. And the more Dream thinks about it, the more he thinks yeah. It is natural.

"I love you so much, Dream," George whispers. "Never ever doubt that. Whenever you feel like shit, just know I'm here for you. Always."

Dream feels tears well up, but he refuses to let them out. "I love you too," he murmurs. "God, I love you."

George presses a kiss to his head, running his fingers through Dream's hair and whispering everything great about him until he falls asleep, happy and content in the arms of the love of his life.

[bunny-jpeg]

the dnf club (vol. 3)

alex albon

tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, gentle sex, praise (kink), missionary, established relationship, affection & laughter, large chested!reader

a/n: another edition of the dnf club. i can't believe there were five dnfs at the brazil gp! as a result, i present to you the dnf club!

carlos edition // franco edition // lance edition // nico edition

"alex!" you chirped as you wrapped your arms around your lover. a terrible day on the track couldn't be solved without a few kisses. you leaned over him as you gave him a kiss on the cheek, "you'll get 'em next time."

he smiled a little at your affection towards him. you always tried to see the best side of things. always told him that one race is one race, and that there are far too many to worry about one dnf. but, the season was winding down.

"i know, love. just a little beaten down by it."

back in the motor home for the team, you knew that you had some time before you had to pack up for the weekend. franco would be returning soon and he too was already brow beaten from his own dnf.

you didn't want to rub it in with the sound of the bed's headboard rocking against the wall. franco got to mope alone while alex at least could smother himself in your soft skin.

and alex did just that. you stripped of your clothes and got into bed with him. he was down to his briefs as he laid on top of you, mindful of the weight on you. and rested his face between your breasts. the strong emotions melted away as soon as your played with his dark hair.

"honey." he groaned as he shifted a little. you kissed the top of his head and he shuddered.

"i love you so much. i'm still proud of you for giving it your all today. you did good." you praised him and alex's cock twitched in his briefs. you tilted his face up to look at you and you went for a heated kiss. he groaned against the kiss and you smiled against his lips.

it was true, you were quite proud of your lover. your partner. your boyfriend. you could never drive a formula one car, so for him to do it week after week was amazing. his ability to think of the fly, be in total control of vehicle while surrounded by other vehicle going at insane speeds was something to admire.

"i'm just happy your safe. it's a lot easier to fix a car than it would be to fix you if you got hurt." you patted his cheek lovingly.

he replied softly, "of course, i have to come home to you after every race." he kissed the valley of your breasts soon after and moved away. he looked down at you as he braced his hands on either side of you.

you smiled up at him, then pulled him down a little to give him a soft, tender kiss. when he broke it, you yelped as he took you by the hips and leaned your bottom half up against him. your slick pussy across the front of his dark briefs, leaving a little wetness on the fabric.

you splayed your hands across his chest. your nails painted the same colour as the williams team colours. you even had alex's number painted on your thumb. you smiled up at him lovingly and said, "good, you better come home to me." then broke into a wife grin, "because you know i'll change the locks."

he chuckled a little, "oh i know." he leaned in to kiss you before he rested on his knees and worked to get his briefs too. once he was nude, he added, "sometimes i'd rather be at home with you then on the track."

you blushed and adverted your gaze for a moment, "you flirt." you knew you were special to alex, he adored you. you weren't just lovers but also friends, each other's support through everything.

he replied, "only for you. i love seeing you embarrassed when i give you compliments." he leaned forward and rubbed his cock up against your slick entrance with one hand on your thigh, "you look adorable when i make you squirm." then sank his cock into you. you tensed up for a moment before you were able to relax a little, letting him slip into you.

"fuck, alex." you shuddered, "you feel like heaven." you smiled a little and he leaned down to kiss you. you two had been together for long enough, you knew each other's bodies painfully well. how to make each other feel good. alex was a generous lover, he always wanted to make you feel good.

but after a rough day at the track, you wanted to make sure he felt good. that you could help heal the wound of a dnf. that you could restore a little bit of his confidence.

"my darling man." you giggled, "my everything." you said with a soft love in your tone. alex just leaned closer, hands on either side of you once more as he moved against you. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him move against him. you licked your lips a little, the taste of your lips gloss. you noticed the gooey gloss across alex's lips.

he looked cute in bubblegum flavor.

"you're beautiful." he said as he moved against you. his pace wasn't particularly rough. he rocked against you and he gave you a soft smile. there was something about you that turned him on greatly. not just you beautiful looks, but also how sweet you were. your kindness knew no bounds, you seemed to light up every room you were in. he could still remember when you found a stray dog near your apartment and chased it down. you then sat with it outside all afternoon, even getting a sunburn, until the owner was found.

you were his friend, his lover, his girlfriend. hell, his future wife (he knew you'd die if he called you that). even at alex's worse, he still was confident that you loved him. and he in turn loved you, a deep kind of love. a steady foundation for a life to built on top of. and even with the immense chaos of formula one, you always had one another.

he went in for another kiss and continued to move against you. he gripped onto the covers under you. he moaned into the kiss and you smiled against his lips. you pulled away and said, "you're amazing. if they had a trophy for the best boyfriend in the world. you'd be the record holder for it."

he chuckled, "i wish that was an award as well. but, i'm afraid if they had one for best girlfriend, it would be unfair to every other woman on the planet." his voice warmed your soul, his words made you giggle and before you could cover your face in embarrassment. he took you by the hands and pinned them to the soft bed under you, "don't hide yourself from me." he continued to move against you.

you moaned, "i'm supposed to be the one praising you. not the world way around." you back arched a little bit from the movements. you felt the leap in your chest as the pace moved a little faster.

"you've already done enough. every day you do more than enough for me." he captured your lips once more. you moaned against his lips and felt his warmth around you. you felt safe in his touch, how could you not? he loved you down to the very fibre of your soul.

you held his hands as he moved against you. when the kiss broke, you smiled at him. you could see the warmth in his smile. you giggled a little, "you're something else, alex."

"that's good because you're something else as well." he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as he continued to move against you. even with such a bad weekend and the inability to race. he knew at the very least he could be by your side. kiss you as much as he liked.

the bed shifted a little as his pace increased.

"that smile of yours." he groaned, "lights up my life."

you clutched his hands tighter, "and what about mister albon? i see how you smile in front of the cameras versus when it's just us. you're charming with the press. but, you beyond amazing when it's just us." you tightened your legs around his waist and he shifted his position to get a better angle with you.

"of course i am." he said as he kissed the side of your jaw, "how could i not? you just bring something out in me. even when the races go bad or the car breaks. i know seeing you will just light me up right again. i have to be a certain way with the press. but with you, i can just be me." you pouted a little at his sweet comment and he kissed you on the lips once more. the kiss was feverish as the two of you felt closer to your orgasms.

"don't pout, my love. i'm only telling the truth." and you felt the race of pleasure through your body.

you held onto his hands tightly as he moved against you. your tensed up quickly as you came around his cock. the heat of pleasure bloomed in your gut. orgasm crashed over you and you felt amazing. alex went in for a heated kiss and held onto your hands tightly, pressed them into the bed as he worked your pussy some as you orgasmed.

he hissed through his teeth as he soon finished as well. the rush of pleasure made him curse under his breath as he continued to work your achy cunt. he let go of your hands and you took him by the face to kiss him on the lips. soon he slowed to a stop and his face ended up back between your breasts as you both panted heavily.

"i love you so much." he said as he held you tightly.

you kissed the top of his head and played with his hair once more. you felt warm against him. comfortable with your love for one another. you whispered promises against his head.

"my amazing girlfriend. my amazing love." he held onto you tightly as he got comfortable. any anxiety or anger that lingered from the results of the race seemed to vanish.

there was always the next race, and that one he knew he'd be successful with. he knew he could dnf an entire season and he'd still go home to you. love you in every way he could. because you, in the simplest terms, were his everything <3

[alchemicalys]

I have it in epub format for anyone who wants it!! :)

hi! do u have perhaps a fic called "wanna dance in socks around you"? its by GenOfEve!

Hi! We’ve gotten a few requests for this but didn’t find it in our immediate archive. does anyone have this fic? we will keep looking!

[heliumwastaken]

There’s something deeply cruel about being a teenager and having the weight of the multiverse on your back.

Here’s art based on the fic I’m currently writing called No Hesitation! It’s a Sci-Fi + Fantasy adventure, with a sideplot of romance. There’s a link to the first chapter and close ups under the cut :)

[gottagetshiver]

September Blossoms

19k, rated E, mind the tags

George was born without a secondary gender. He’s just George, he’s just a guy.

Or is he?

[kelongt]

office romance?? no way ??

[bluishfrog]

Inspired by "complete" by norethor

Fic Art Friday - event tag - event description

[carpedzem]

dnf omegaverse clickbait brought to you by nat carpedzem

rating: mature words: 5,315 chapters: 1/1

[tiniinbookland]

Stupid Stubborn Heart

a/b/o dnfies, Flower/Coffee Shop AU | chapter 1/9 (5.5k words) | rated M (but so so fluffy)

surprise! my first multichapter fic and my first collab with the lovely @twirlybumblevee :D we had lots of fun with this; hope you enjoy!

[belovedrm]

BELOVEDRM FIC RECS

comatose, tell me lies

dnf monster kid fic au - 15 chapters, 75k words

nsfw - PLEASE READ ALL TAGS / WARNINGS

“Very well,” It said after a moment, sounding like it was smiling. Why did the sound send a shiver down George’s spine, the dread from before seeping slowly into the back of his mind? “You can stay for the night, no charge necessary.” — Or, All George needed was a place to shelter while travelling. He didn't suspect that the old ruined temple deep in the forest wasn't quite as abandoned as he first thought, nor that its inhabitant would take such a liking to him.”

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[livingproofoftbd]

brandy

rated m | 31.8k words | single chapter

tags: mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, confessions, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, non explicit sex

like all stupid mistakes, it starts with a bottle of alcohol. specifically, a good bottle of brandy.

or, dream and george have a baby

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huge thanks to @dwtdog and @oz-anonymous for beta reading ily guys <33

also thanks to @uftopia for the ideas when i sent you an anon like a month and a half ago lol (i used most of them)

[altaneenarts]

"Oxeye Daisy" Printable PDF

Here it is! A physical copy of @cgogs amazing c!dnf series "Dreamer's Memoir", "Oxeye Daisy", and "epilogue." It's taken a lot of time and effort to put this together so I hope you guys enjoy :) And thank you so much to @cgogs for letting me bring this story to life and for writing such a lovely fic series <3 The files included will be a 409 page PDF containing all three fics (which have been lightly spellchecked & grammar edited), a summary of all three fics, a table of contents, some decorative graphics, and a separate PDF of a Penguin Classics style book cover (both for Paperback & Hardcover). They're all sized for an 8.5" x 5.5" (Digest Size) book.

Below I've attached printing instructions and the needed files to print your own book. To be clear, I am not selling this book and any price you pay will be strictly printing and shipping costs. These files are for personal use only and if I find anyone selling copies/files I will take them down <_< so behave. Now go have fun and enjoy your own copy! (And if anyone catches any spelling errors that I've missed, feel free to message me so I can fix them & reupload the document :D) INSTRUCTIONS:

Create an account on lulu.com

Go to the home page and click on Create > Print Books > Start My Print Book

On the Start My Project page select Print Book for both the Product Type & Select a Goal. For Book Details put whatever you'd like & click Design Project

Upload the interior file PDF (ignore the transparency warning)

For Book Specifications I recommend Black & White Standard > 60# Cream > Paperback or Hardcover (depending on your budget/preference) > Matte

For Book Cover Design, upload the respective Cover PDF (Hardcover or Paperback) > Click Review > Publish

Once published, you can add the book to your cart and buy it :)

FILES:

Interior File PDF

Hardcover Design PDF

Paperback Design PDF

[tellyouily]

i'll take you all the way

dnf - fluff - late night conversations - 792 words

just dnf talking about silly things late at night and being very soft about it as per usual

my first dip into writing in a long while – i hope you enjoy!! :)

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Credits start to roll on George’s laptop screen, and Dream lets his eyes fall shut to the familiar outro music. George’s warmth leaves him when he sits up to move the laptop onto the floor, and Dream is tired enough to try to pull him back immediately.

“Okay, chill,” George huffs, but Dream ignores it, burying his face in the back of George’s neck as soon as he’s lying down again.

“What even is that show?” Dream mumbles, his words muffled. “It’s ass.”

“It’s not,” George insists. They’ve had this discussion before, and Dream usually doesn’t win. Either way, he is happy to watch almost anything that George wants if it’s late enough and the day has been long enough.

George shuffles around and pushes at Dream’s shoulder gently, urging him to lay down flat so George can lay his head on his chest. “I think you like it subconsciously.”

Dream hums. Maybe he does—he honestly couldn’t name one detail of any episode they’ve watched. Mostly because he has been half– if not fully asleep for all of them. He closes his eyes and absentmindedly slips just his fingertips under the band of George’s sleep shorts.

“Dream.”

“Mm?”

“Do you think people actually have good sex on their honeymoons?”

“Wh–” The absurdity of the question makes Dream laugh despite the exhaustion in his limbs. “I don’t know—how would I know that?”

He can only assume that he missed something to do with this in the episode, but if he’s honest it could just as well be taken completely out of thin air. George shrugs, “You know things.”

Dream tries to picture it—the first night together between a married couple. “I mean, I’d assume not,” he says eventually.

“Why?”

Dream sinks slightly into the hand playing with his hair, feeling so comfortable that he could slip away to sleep in less than a minute if he wanted.

“‘Cause you’d be tired from the wedding and the dinner and all of that,” he replies anyway, because George asked.

“And there’d be so much pressure,” he adds.

George hums thoughtfully.

“Plus… you’d probably both be super drunk, and like, overexcited.”

Dream fidgets with the fabric hem between his fingertips, his thumb grazing the soft skin of George’s stomach. He’s been getting toned this past year and Dream is as obsessed with it as he is with everything George-related: very .

��Also, some people save their first time for their wedding night, right? And that sex just… can’t be good. There’s no way.”

George snorts, which makes Dream laugh, too.

“Why is that funny?”

“Just is,” George says with another shrug. “Why do you know everything?”

Dream noses at soft curls. “I don’t, idiot.” He slides his hand across George’s stomach, “I just know the answers to your stupid questions.”

George laughs, carding his fingers through Dream’s hair and trailing them down to his ear, his jaw. His thumb ghosts Dream’s bottom lip, pressing into it once.

“We’d both fall asleep early,” he predicts after a moment.

Dream smiles, because George is probably right. “Yeah.”

Silence envelops them then, and Dream feels like he’s punishing himself when he reluctantly draws his hand away from George and pokes one leg out from the duvet. He turns to George, “I have to go put Patches in her room."

George sighs and stretches, and Dream leans in and kisses his face at random before getting up. "I'll be right back."

The tiles in the hallway are cold beneath his feet and it might just be how tired he is, but not being in his bed right now hits him like physical pain. It hurts enough to make him hurry up, beelining for the room he knows Patches is in.

His office is her favorite room in the house as much as it’s his least favorite right now. Both because it’s a room without his warm bed that currently has George in it, and because Fusion is slowly making him lose his mind. He finds Patches curled up into herself in her usual spot in his office chair, and lifts her carefully into his arms to take her to her room.

She would wake them all up at four a.m. if they let her roam free, so getting her a room was the compromise. That is, a room with food, water, a litter box, soft blankets, and a cat door she hasn’t realized (yet) that she can use whenever she wants.

Back in his own room, Dream has never been so ready to let sleep overtake him. He slips back under the sleep-warm covers, and smiles when George – already dead asleep – immediately melts to his side.

If their honeymoon ends anything like this, he couldn't be happier.

[czargasm]

Hot new fic dropping

Swipe Right

9,848 words | Explicit | complete

George and Dream connect on a dating app, but they don't hit it off right away. Then they find each other on another app. And then another, and another, and another. Eventually, they decide to take a chance on each other. But will the lukewarm start to their relationship stop something from developing? Are they doomed to just be good friends? And exactly how good is Dream at Minecraft?

or, DNF dating app AU

[simply-smitten]

Warm, like Starlight

Outer Space/Hybrid Species AU - DNF

19k words - rated E - oneshot

"Dream," George whined, head butting his forehead against the side of Dream's neck. "I just want to sleep. Please pet me until I fall asleep."

George felt the way Dream's breathing increased and his body temperature rose. The breathing thing was a bit annoying, since it moved George, but the added warmth was more than welcomed.

"Okay... okay, I'll pet you," Dream finally agreed, maneuvering the both of them until he could lay back in bed, holding George tightly to his chest. He hadn't even resumed petting him before George started purring happily again, his tail curling around one of Dream's legs in the process.

"Humans are... really warm, just like starlight," George mumbled, his thoughts escaping him.

"George-" Dream paused, tangling his fingers in George's hair. "Just go to sleep, baby. Get some rest."

—OR—

Humans are banned from touching other species in the galaxy, but George, a cat-hybrid, takes a leap of faith and lets the human aboard his ship, Dream, pet him. It awakens a side of George he's desperate to satisfy, and Dream is more than willing to meet all of George's needs.

Inspired by this writing prompt on Reddit