this is just a book of smut and other stuff with dream and george. i refuse to write full angst because it makes my heart hurt too much, though i will include partial angst (all stories will have a happy ending). anyways enjoy!
words:1964 description: george and dream start dating, but george has something he needs to tell him. warning: trans ftm, dysphoria, testosterone
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george's pov:
it's about 8am, my alarm forcing me out of a deep sleep. i picked up my phone and sent a snap to dream, he'd asked me to be his boyfriend the night before, but we slept in different rooms since i haven't told him that i'm trans yet. i felt bad about it, i was gonna explain it to him, but we got a bit too preoccupied making out and covering each others necks in marks.
i put one of dreams jumpers on, feeling happy that it covered the lumps on my chest, before taking a photo in the mirror and pressing send. adding the caption 'morning handsome'
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i use my camera to admire the marks left all over my neck, i slowly run my hands down my body, trailing my fingertips along my soft skin. i pause when i hear my phone buzz.
new snap from daddy clay <3!
i open up the photo, my stomach tightening as i felt myself becoming wet down below.
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caption: good morning my beautiful boy, sleep well?
i decide to facetime him, makes it easier then just sending photos back and forth. i also wanted to hear his voice, i press the call button and slip my hand into my underwear, feeling around to check if i was aroused or gotten my period.
just as i thought, aroused.
i hear my phone stop ringing out, seeing his face pop up on the screen.
"hi," he was laying back in bed, of course he got up just to take that photo. i looked at his gorgeous face, pressed into his pillow, his hair was all messed up from sleep and he had some dark purple bites from yours truely. he sat himself up, propping his phone on his nightstand and stretching his shoulders. all the muscles in the top half of his body were flexed and god was i wet. "you look pretty today baby."
