I am Eloh

! NSFW ! Pairing : George x Dream Warning : Omegaverse, omega George, alpha Dream, edging, friends with benefits, fluff, little kisses, domestic, yep, still in the bathtub, whiny George, worship, slowburn Note : What's up :] Yeah i'm dragging it out so much but i promise it's worth it ;]

Tag list : @dnfsloftiee

• Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 •

Let me unravel you | Chapter 2 - part 3

Lovely

George pouted, trying to glare a hole straight through Dream’s skull. He just wanted to grab fistfuls of Dream’s hair until he understood without George having to spell it out—but Dream wasn't going to fold. Not this time apparently. And it made George mad. Well… just a bit. He knew where that hesitation came from, and the knowledge squeezed at his chest, sharp and uncomfortable.

Dream arched an eyebrow under George's relentless glare, waiting patiently for the brat to finally comply with a request that wasn't so hard to fulfil—though George would vehemently disagree.

Before Dream could open his mouth and coax him into talking, George snapped first.

"Dream… sometimes i want to fucking punch you." he groan through clenched teeth.

Dream barked out a laugh at the audacity.

"Sometimes?" A smirk tugged at his lips. "I've already met those pretty hands of yours more than once already."

George huffed indignantly, which only seemed to amuse Dream more.

"Come on." Dream murmured, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on George's thighs.

George sucked in a sharp breath, the soft, sensitive creamy skin shivering beneath that touch. Another huff. Another frustrated groan. And then—inevitably—he folded, unable to take the teasing any longer.

He made a mental note to himself to get back at Dream later for his audacity.

George exhaled a shaky sigh, trying to ignore the almost painful hardness between his legs.

"Like i said…" Excess saliva gathered on his tongue, he swallowed, lifting his gaze to meet Dream’s heated one. “I want you to touch me.”

It came out a little more breathless than he'd intended.

Dream leaned in, resting his forehead against George’s, a low rumble slipping from his throat that made the omega's stomach clench. Dragging it out was tempting—to tease, to test—but honestly? He was just as desperate.

"Where?"

The sound of his voice made George shiver.

"Tell me where."

The murmur brushed softly against George’s skin, coaxing a whimper from his throat. Instead, he whined—knowing he'd have to said at loud those little desires gnawing part of his brain and exactly how embarrassing it would be.

"Stroke us…"

"…please."

The plead was barely audible, soft and fragile, just shy of disappearing entirely.

Dream's throat rumbled again, low and pleased, appreciation clear in the sound at George finally voicing his desires out loud.

"Good boy."

A possessive kiss is pressed just beneath George’s ear, already moving to follow the instructions given—happy to oblige his lovely partner.

Dream could finally allow his hands to travel down those lovely thighs, squeezing the soft skin beneath his fingers. Oh—he loves kneading George’s skin. Loves it far too much. It only made him fall further, deeper, head over heels for the omega, as if that hadn’t already happened long ago.

He presses soft kisses along George’s neck, following the quickening pulse beneath his lips—careful, gentle, stopping just shy of leaving marks. His hands slid to George's hips, gripping and kneading them almost possessively, he couldn’t quite help himself.

George was reduced to little more then soft gasps and broken whimpers, trying—and failing—to stay quiet despite how good it felt. He whined properly when Dream’s hand brushed against his length, his hips jerking upwards before he could stop himself.

A low chuckle was dragged from Dream’s lips as he guided the movement, encouraging George’s hips to rock further against his lap.

"You're so cute."

The words came out half-muffled, a growl pressed into George's skin, and George could only shiver under that tone—utterly betrayed by how deeply it sank into him.

Pink quartz is known to signify and attract love, and elephants symbolize large, important things unspoken. So together, the pink quartz elephants symbolize unspoken romantic love.

Crazy.

! NSFW ! Pairing : George x Dream Warning : Omegaverse, omega George, alpha Dream, edging, friends with benefits, fluff, little kisses, domestic, yep, still in the bathtub, whiny George, worship, slowburn Note : What's up :] Yeah i'm dragging it out so much but i promise it's worth it ;]

Tag list : @dnfsloftiee

• Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 •

Let me unravel you | Chapter 2 - part 3

Lovely

George pouted, trying to glare a hole straight through Dream’s skull. He just wanted to grab fistfuls of Dream’s hair until he understood without George having to spell it out—but Dream wasn't going to fold. Not this time apparently. And it made George mad. Well… just a bit. He knew where that hesitation came from, and the knowledge squeezed at his chest, sharp and uncomfortable.

Dream arched an eyebrow under George's relentless glare, waiting patiently for the brat to finally comply with a request that wasn't so hard to fulfil—though George would vehemently disagree.

Before Dream could open his mouth and coax him into talking, George snapped first.

"Dream… sometimes i want to fucking punch you." he groan through clenched teeth.

Dream barked out a laugh at the audacity.

"Sometimes?" A smirk tugged at his lips. "I've already met those pretty hands of yours more than once already."

George huffed indignantly, which only seemed to amuse Dream more.

"Come on." Dream murmured, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on George's thighs.

George sucked in a sharp breath, the soft, sensitive creamy skin shivering beneath that touch. Another huff. Another frustrated groan. And then—inevitably—he folded, unable to take the teasing any longer.

He made a mental note to himself to get back at Dream later for his audacity.

George exhaled a shaky sigh, trying to ignore the almost painful hardness between his legs.

"Like i said…" Excess saliva gathered on his tongue, he swallowed, lifting his gaze to meet Dream’s heated one. “I want you to touch me.”

It came out a little more breathless than he'd intended.

Dream leaned in, resting his forehead against George’s, a low rumble slipping from his throat that made the omega's stomach clench. Dragging it out was tempting—to tease, to test—but honestly? He was just as desperate.

"Where?"

The sound of his voice made George shiver.

"Tell me where."

The murmur brushed softly against George’s skin, coaxing a whimper from his throat. Instead, he whined—knowing he'd have to said at loud those little desires gnawing part of his brain and exactly how embarrassing it would be.

"Stroke us…"

"…please."

The plead was barely audible, soft and fragile, just shy of disappearing entirely.

Dream's throat rumbled again, low and pleased, appreciation clear in the sound at George finally voicing his desires out loud.

"Good boy."

A possessive kiss is pressed just beneath George’s ear, already moving to follow the instructions given—happy to oblige his lovely partner.

Dream could finally allow his hands to travel down those lovely thighs, squeezing the soft skin beneath his fingers. Oh—he loves kneading George’s skin. Loves it far too much. It only made him fall further, deeper, head over heels for the omega, as if that hadn’t already happened long ago.

He presses soft kisses along George’s neck, following the quickening pulse beneath his lips—careful, gentle, stopping just shy of leaving marks. His hands slid to George's hips, gripping and kneading them almost possessively, he couldn’t quite help himself.

George was reduced to little more then soft gasps and broken whimpers, trying—and failing—to stay quiet despite how good it felt. He whined properly when Dream’s hand brushed against his length, his hips jerking upwards before he could stop himself.

A low chuckle was dragged from Dream’s lips as he guided the movement, encouraging George’s hips to rock further against his lap.

"You're so cute."

The words came out half-muffled, a growl pressed into George's skin, and George could only shiver under that tone—utterly betrayed by how deeply it sank into him.

Here’s the reigns

take ahold of me

wett loves to see me struggle with her designs