#s.fic

Dream/George | Explicit | 5k | Getting Together | Omegaverse

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Dream's eyes seem to darken as he commands, “Lie on your stomach, George.”

George swallows as he does just that. He takes his shirt off  for a good measure too. He senses Dream's eyes trace down towards his happy trail while doing it. He feels exposed like this. His nipples harden when Dream puts his hand on the back of George’s neck and pinches it. “Stay still.”

George lets out a whimper, his dick starting to throb in his shorts. He can feel Dream’s hands on their journey down his back, covering his skin with sunscreen and massaging, splayed wide on his waist.

“Look at you,” Dream chokes out. “All good for me like this.”

Sneak Peak of Chapter 2: "She lost herself for a moment in the memory of Connie’s warm hands sliding up her thighs and under her sweatshirt..."

Summary of Chapter 2:

Belly and Jem had been best friends until last summer. She’d gone and fucked it all up, though. Sure, she finally had the girl of her dreams. Connie was all hard lines and sharp angles in the light, but in the semi-darkness of Belly’s room at night, on a “sleepover,” she had softened into the most beautiful girl Belly’d ever seen. Ever wanted to see. However, she wasn’t happy that seeing Connie came at the expense of seemingly never talking to Jemima again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30897104

Rating: Explicit

viren steals an egg, throws a kingdom into chaos, and now his friends have to push him into doing the right thing aka a roleswap au ft. all the insults i could think of to call viren, an excuse to write teen harrai, sarai kickin some elf ass, and prince harrow

Dream/George | 5k | Explicit | Size Kink | Getting Together

Excerpts:

“You're not naked, are you?” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth. Because he can see the miles of skin that are on display, the way Dream hands splayed around his waist and the way he can feel redness started to build on his skin.

Dream laughs, “Of course not. Why do you expect me to?”

George pretends to gags, “Ew, gross.”

“It's just dick, George. You have one too.”

“But I don't want to see yours,” George lies through gritted teeth. Trying to let go but it only makes Dream hold him much tighter.

“Mean.”

“Fuck off.”

Dream let out a faux gasp, “Can't believe you said that.”

George tries to wiggle again. “Can't you just let me go?” It's another lie, really. He likes being in Dream’s embrace, likes it even more when he realizes Dream only holds him with one hand splayed around his waist. Dream is so big it drives him crazy.

Rated E | Alpha Dream | Vampire George | Mutual Pining | 10k words

For @dteamomegaverse

Excerpts:

Dream look beautiful even underneath the dim light of the moon. His curls look soft to touch, there's a half shadow beneath his eyelashes that framed his face beautifully, all angular angles. George can hear the soft sound of his breath as he sleeps, the steady pace of his heartbeat.

He lets himself reach out just for a moment, tracing Dream's face with his hand and his eyes. Drinking him in. George doesn't believe in God but for a moment he's a believer. Dream looks like he's been carved by God himself, beautiful, unreachable.

George touches Dream forehead feeling the warmness through it, the faint smattering freckles underneath his eyes, the soft plush of his lips. His neck, the rush of blood through it. God does he wants to taste.

“Dream,” He lets himself taste the name, curling into it. Feels himself growing comfortable with it. If he ever has the chance to die, it's the last thing he wants to utter. Maybe God does exist if he allows George to meet Dream like this. It's still surreal, and he can't believe it's true.

George traces Dream's hands next, the veiny arms that were begging to be bitten. The way that it holds him like something holy.

Rated T | Merman AU | Getting Together | 5k words

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He’s been there for a week when he slips on one of the rocks and almost cracks his skull open when he sees someone from across the shore. It’s easy to notice him, of course–he’s strikingly beautiful with those big brown eyes and full lips.

But most of all, it’s the tail. The tail catches him off guard.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, feeling like he’s lost his mind. “What the fuck.”

“Never seen a merman before, have you?” the merman says casually, like it’s a common occurrence to find a mythical creature in the wild. “You’re not from around here.”

“I'm not,” Dream admits, feeling like he really must’ve cracked his skull open when he fell because… this can’t be happening. This isn’t real. “I’m sorry: is that a tail?”

The man–or, rather, the merman–laughs, open and easy. “It’s fake. Do you want to touch it?”

“Can I?” he asks, feeling like maybe the man is telling the truth. There’s no such thing as mermen, right?

“Of course not, you idiot,” the merman chastises him before splashing around once more, his tail visible underneath the water.