The Max Vs George Drama Is So Funny To Me Because They Just Need To Take A Chill Pill

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Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

"JUST RELAX"

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georgenotfound x fem!reader

Summary: George was stressed, and everyone could see that. You decide to help him relax.

TW: smut, oral ( George receiving ), praise kink, degradation kink, dry humping, thigh riding, vaginal sex, riding, sub/dom dynamics, dom!george, sub!reader, overestimation, dirty talk, pet names, cockwarming, slight brat taming, choking, use of 'good girl' lol.

You glanced to the other side of the room when you heard George sighing for what seemed the hundredth time, in one hour. "Babe?" You called for him, and he looked at you with tired, red eyes and a frown on his face.

"Are you ok? You look tired." You asked, slowly putting down your phone and jumping down yours and George's bed. He shook his head, but his eyes were locked with yours. " I can't edit this stupid video, I'm supposed to post it tomorrow but I just-" He started to explain, moving his hands around and you let out a chuckle.

He stared at you in a way that made him look like a sad puppy, so you moved behind him, slowly massaging his shoulders. "Is there something I can do to help?" You asked, smiling down at George who closed his eyes, enjoying what you were doing, but still nodded.

"What is it?" You whispered, enjoying the relaxed aura around you both. "Do you mind... I mean, could you cockwarm me?" He asked, his cheeks turning red as you raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk on your face.

Had it been a month ago, George would've never even told you what was wrong and now he was asking you to cockwarm him.

You chuckled but kissed his neck before walking in front of him. "You want me to use my mouth or...?" You trailed off, letting George decide.

He stared at you for a moment before sighing and saying "your mouth." You just nodded and pecked his lips before taking the extra pillow you slept with and placing it on the floor under George's desk so that you wouldn't hurt your knees too much.

He smiled at you while undoing his pants, looking already a lot more relaxed than before. And when you finally sank on your knees and put his halfhard dick in your mouth and he let out a sigh of relief, you asked yourself if you had that much power over his mood.

That's how you spent the next twenty minutes, cockwarming his cock, sucking it, or playing with his balls from time to time, just to make George realize that you were getting sad from being ignored while he edited his video. The situation wasn't unusual for you both, it was just that usually, George would brush his hand through your hair, massaging your scalp and playing with your hair, or stroking your cheek. You were not used to being ignored just like that, and you wanted just a bit more attention.

That's how you ended up with George looking down at you, eyes stern but that still held a bit of amusement. "What do you think you're doing darling?" You just twirled your tongue around his tip again, not breaking the eye contact and George bit his lip, drowning out a groan.

He moved his hands to your scalp, massaging it, and so you started to suck him softly again. But then George tugged your hair, slowly pulling you away from his now hard dick. He let out a chuckle when you sent him a small glare, his hand tugging your hair again to make you move closer to him.

"What is it darling? Why were you sucking my dick when I told you just to keep it warm, huh?" He said, his voice coated in fake sweetness that made your pussy feel like it was on fire. "G-got bored baby. You were ignoring me." You panted out, noticing the way George started to tug you out from under the desk.

"And so you decided to act like a pretty little brat mhm? You know I was working on this important video and yet, you couldn't keep that pretty mouth of yours away from my dick." He placed his hands on your hips, pushing your sports shorts and panties down your legs, leaving yourself almost completely naked in front of him.

He then made you sit on one of his thighs, his hands slowly guiding your hips to move you the way he knew you liked it, ignoring his hard throbbing dick that almost touched your thigh. "Go on baby, you wanted to act like a brat, so I'm gonna make you hump my thigh like the little slut you are, ok?" He asked, his accent made your knees weak and without even thinking about it, you nodded at his words.

"Color? And safeword." George whispered in your ear, biting the strip of skin right under it. "Green, and- and Minecraft." You breathed out, a small chuckle leaving your lips when you saw George scoff at your choice for the safeword. He took your shirt off, leaving your bare in front of him since you weren't wearing a bra.

He kissed you, biting your lip to get you to open your mouth, and when you did, he slipped his tongue in. His hands slowly started to move your hips over his thigh, the rhythm picking up every time your tongue met his, and you felt your heart skip a beat when George pulled away, looked at you, and let out a small moan.

He wasn't very vocal during sex, so wherever he moaned or whined, or made any sound other than dirty talk, you always felt like coming at that moment. He grinned at you as if he somehow knew what you were thinking about and squeezed your hips.

"Come on baby, hump a bit quicker ok? You do want to come, right?" He mocked, his voice sending chills through your body.

You shook your head up and down at his question moving quicker your hips, lost in the pleasure the motion was giving you and too lost to understand what he was asking. But he made a sound of disagreement and tapped your ass with your finger, stopping you and grinned as you whined, face morphed into a silent plead as you stared at him.

"Wanna be a good girl darling?" He asked, one of his hands leaving your hip to wrap around your neck, moving your face closer to him. In doing so, he also moved your body and made your grind again against his thigh.

You nodded frantically and George grinned at you, squeezing your neck and you moaned at the pressure "then use your words."

"Yes, I-" He pressed more, eyes filled with the list while he stared at you. He slowly brought you closer to him, and smashed his lips on yours, starting a passionate yet slow kiss. He pulled away, making eye contact with you. "Then, you better start grinding on my thigh like a good little slut, because, after it, I want you to ride me 'till the only thing you will whine about is my name. Got it?" He mumbled, kissing your forehead while tapping your hip.

You immediately started to move your hips, not even trying to muffle your moans. George smirked, looking at your figure as you threw your head behind, eyes rolling in the back of your head while he started to help you with his hands to move your hips.

"Come on darling, be a good girl and make a mess of my thigh." He encouraged you, enjoying the way your mouth parted open and you slightly shake when you came, your orgasm dripping down on his leg. He smirked, his right hand still wrapped on your neck as he used it to tug you close to him, kissing you. "Good girl." He whispered.

The other hand, however, slowly left your hip and moved towards your pussy, he twirled his finger against your clit, teasing you, before he entered you and you moaned, still not completely over the orgasm you just had a few seconds prior. George chuckled at you, shaking his head.

"Relax darling, I just want to taste you. Now be a good girl and lift your hips for me." He ordered, grinning at you when he saw your legs shaking while you raised your hips a little. He added another two fingers, and moved them inside you, prepping you, before he pulled them out, glistening and covered with your cum.

He brought them to his mouth, and without breaking eye contact, swirled his hand around them and groaned, smiling at your familiar taste while you became a blushing mess.

Twenty seconds later, he was putting a condom on his dick while you raised your hips, ready to take him. When he did push inside of you, you couldn't the whimper that left your mouth. He was just a bit above average, and that seemed enough to make you cry in pain the first time you two had sex. Now, it seemed more like a little sting.

He stayed still for a minute or two, just giving you the time to adjust before groaning as you started to move. But when he noticed your slow pace, his hands moved to your ass and guided you to the rhythm he wanted and liked. Using you for his pleasure.

You whimpered when he squeezed your hips thight enough to leave some marks that you would tease him about in the morning. He groaned, feeling you clench around his dick. "Fuck darling, just like that. Such a good girl." He praised, squeezing yourr ass.

"I'm close." You moaned, warming him about your release with hopeful eyes.

He just chuckled. "If you're so eager to cum, then cum, but as I said before, I won't stop until the only thing you will be able to moan will be my name, while you beg me to stop." He promised, kissing your neck while you cried out, your orgasm hitting you just like his words hit your throbbing core.

And he continued, dragging your hips up and down his cock, moaning in pleasure every time you cried out his name and clung to him when you came, your nails digging into his back.

And after three orgasms later for you, George groaned and threw his head behind, gripping your waist and moving them down while slamming himself one last time inside of you, cumming. "Fuck." He cursed, both of your chests moving up and down quickly while you two made eye contact.

You giggled and he just placed his hands over your cheeks, kissing you softly while smiling. "You were so good, baby." He whispered before kissing your forehead.

"Did I help you relax at least?" You asked with amusement laced on your tone. He grinned at you, "Oh yeah, I'm the most relaxed I've ever been. Thank you, darling." He teased, bringing you closer to him.

His answer seemed enough for you to finally feel your exhaustion and you closed your eyes, resting your head over his chest. He kissed your head before starting to play with your hair, and without even realizing it, it made you fall asleep.

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

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Urgent appeal to those with merciful hearts.🚨 I hope you will help me save my child from his serious illness, which may lead to the worst if we do not address the bad situation that he and my husband are going through, who is injured in this war.

I am Najah Al-Hila, married to Khaled Muqdad from Gaza City. I am a mother of four young children. My family consists of Waleed, 9 years old, Mira, 6 years old, Ahmed, and Mayar, 3 years old.

Ahmed suffered from head cramps and increased electricity after his birth. He was given medication and had blood tests done every two months to make sure his health was stable. He suffered from these cramps in 2021. My husband also suffered from liver and digestive system problems five years ago and is still suffering from these problems. Over time, my husband was injured during the war, which made things worse for him. We thank God for everything. Because of the instability and unavailability of the medication, we face difficulties in buying medications due to their high prices. Now life has become very difficult and the prices of medications have increased due to their scarcity. Things have become more difficult due to the lack of money and his expensive treatment, which has led to its unavailability due to money. I hope that all donors and supporters will not forget Ahmed and his father Khaled in alleviating their pain by providing the costs of his treatment and buying him the appropriate medicine and food. We also do not forget his brothers from the malnutrition they suffered from during this difficult period.

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Note: My husband Khaled was working as a teacher before the war and obtained a teaching certificate from Al-Aqsa University and became an Arabic language teacher, but he was not lucky enough to find a job, so he became a worker due to the poor economic situation we are going through. At the end of my talk, he became injured and unable to work in this current situation. I hope you do not forget this and take it into consideration that there is a mother who seeks to preserve her husband and children by fighting for them. Your support is a support for me in these critical moments that we are living in and we may not live due to the repeated attacks by the occupation and the failure to reach an agreement to end the war.

We are now living in dilapidated tents, my child and husband are suffering.

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After fifteen months of forced displacement, we returned carrying hope, but what we found was harsher than we had imagined. Our homes were no longer homes. They had become silent ruins telling a story of loss. There were no longer walls to protect us nor windows overlooking the dreams we had grown up with. Every corner here whispered the pain of memories, the sound of laughter buried under the rubble, and the warmth of family that had become just a memory.

We walked 11 miles, nearly 18 kilometers, carrying what was left of our lives on our shoulders, treading over harsh ground that seemed to reproach us for our absence. The road was not just a distance. It was a lesson in patience and resilience. Our bodies were exhausted, but our souls burned with longing.

Today, we stand on this land, trying to gather what remains, to start again despite the pain. But the truth is, we can't do it alone. We need a helping hand, support to rebuild our lives as they once were, or even better. This land has suffered just as we have, yet it still holds the potential for life. And so do we… we just need someone to believe in us, to help us rise again.

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Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

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