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~ Dsmp Agere one shots [OLD] ~ by HotheadedGuardian
HotheadedGuardian
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Agere, also known as Age regression, is used for trauma, anxiety, depression, PTSD, or loss of childhood. People can willingly regress, while others slip with no control. Age regression is NOT SEXUAL: Age play, which is listed in BDSM; is, while Age regression is a coping mechanism. These are two different things. I will be writing about most of the characters in the DSMP, also known as the Dream smp. What I won't be doing is NSFW. That's literally all! I'll put trigger warnings if asked. I hope you enjoy!
Starry Nights (DreamNotFound Omegaverse AU) by Lucid_Jester
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•Tbh it's more of a fanfic with DNF in the background. •NSFW (maybe. please do note that this is a ship of their online personas, not the actual person) •I made dream older than George because I have the power to Omegas go through many trials in life, and many wish to not be born one. However, a small omega named George seems to have life set for him after he becomes a online influencer. He met two friends that grew close to him, and alpha who went by the name Dream, and a beta who went by the name Sapnap. George was early to start his heat so he was a street rat until age 16, and gained fame over the next six years. Now 22, with Dream being 23, and Sapnap hitting 20. The three males decide to meet up, and George gains a little crush on the man known as Dream.
Uninvited by FlowingPastYourStuff
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For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]