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23 Nov 2021
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Read this right now. Start to finish. Front to back, Beginning to end. Genuinely the best thing ive ever had the privilege to read. My eyes have a been blessed with what is Liminal Space Traveler. Good story, very good. 4882/10 would recommend. (Read the tags tho be aware) :)
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What do you get when you mix an omega, who is predisposed to be attracted to scents, and someone who has a scent kink?
George.
You get George.
It's not his fault, really! It isn't a situation where he joked so much about a kink that he developed it, it just sort of happened. Of course, this isn't to say he smells an alpha's scent and gets hard, it's just that he's turned on by the idea of being scented by his alpha.
Newsflash: he doesn't have an alpha.
What he does have, though, is a best friend and roommate named Dream who has all the attributes of a typical alpha - tall, tan, strong, big - that has a scent that drives George crazy, a scent of wild, potent orange, citrusy and sweet.
He also has a crush on Dream but that's not the point, is it?
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24 Dec 2021
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“No one goes into the woods in the winter.”
George did.
Despite the sign on the fence up for four years warning any passersby not to, he did. With no clear goal or need to go in there. It becomes clear after wandering off the path, he's being hunted.
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- Part 1 of Liminal Space Traveler
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“You did good.” Oh god his accent. “I don’t think I’ve seen you race that well before.”
Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. “You’ve come to my races before?”
Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags.
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The first time Clay saw George, they were sitting at the terminal, waiting for the plane to unboard.
George was in a pleated black skirt, loose, white high socks around his thighs. His shirt was baggy and tucked into his waistband.
He sat with his legs crossed at the knee, skirt open just enough to see glimpses of pale, freckled skin up his thigh and hip. It was driving Clay crazy.
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- Part 2 of All My MCYT oneshots