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[wonbinssi]

© to yemkio

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[peachzin]

bankita, alternatively

[merakiui]

i don't play zenless zone zero, but seth lowell........ for you, i might just.

[jonahmagnus]

He can smell it

[iwantmochisoup]

may i request a catzai please? :3 also ur art is so cute i love it im munching on it right now

also hope ur having a great day :D

dskjlahajfsdh hiiii hii thank you for your request and here's another lil snack, hehe :3c

alsoooo thank you qwq i hope my art tastes good? :3 ahhh i had so much fun with that one~ i had a great day, thank youuuu and i hope your day(s) has been great too!! :3c

[tinedfemboy]

[69demonicfarmers]

the origins of sebastian's hairstyle

[frootloopsl]

why hasn't anyone made a mod i wonder

[sunandmoonster]

A marimo and his captain

a pic on pinterest i liked, so i made it zolu :3

[five-and-dimes]

Sunbeam

Part 4 of 4

Using the Dreaming Bingo Adoptable prompt: Sleeping In

Rating: Mature

Ship: Dreamling

Warnings: Past abuse (not explicit, just implied past warprize things)

Additional Tags: Cat!Dream, Cow!Hob, King/warprize, hurt/comfort,

Summary: The Happy Ending 😌

Read on AO3

By the time Hob makes it back to his room, finally released from a dull morning council meeting, it is nearly afternoon. And Dream is still fast asleep.

The sight of him never fails to make Hob’s heart swell.

It has been five years now since Dream was first given to him, a scared, shivering, wounded thing. And all the long years of healing, of growing together, are more than worth it for mornings like these. Dream is sprawled across their shared bed, long limbs stretching to every corner, basking in the sunlight that falls over the mattress. Hob always opens the curtains before he leaves for his morning duties for this precise reason. 

He approaches slowly, not willing to wake his love just yet. His eyes roam over Dream’s body, smiling at how much he’s changed. Certainly he is still a lithe and lanky creature, but no longer are his bones sharp and cutting through his skin. There is a softness and a strength to him now, lean muscle filling him out and a gentle give to his stomach from years of plentiful food, and milk whenever he desired it. He is still pale, but now there is a healthy glow to him, and his fur is glossy and thick. Most importantly though, Hob revels in the peace on Dream’s face, the way his lips curl in a smile even in his sleep, body warm and lax in the sun.

Hob loves him so very much.

Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, he cannot help but also feel a surge of pride whenever his gaze falls on the collar and bell around Dream’s neck. Currently it is the only thing Dream is wearing, a marvel when Hob remembers how scared he used to be to let his robe reveal any part of him. Now he lays nude in the sun without any fear, and Hob is so happy he could weep. The collar, though. Dream rarely takes it off.

The memory is still bright, the way Dream had been cradled in his arms, as he so often was by then, relaxed and boneless and purring against his chest. Their breaths had evened out after their love-making, the sweat drying and cooling their skin, but neither had felt any inclination to move. But Hob had felt a tiny surge of confidence and daring in the post coital haze, and he knew he had to take advantage of it before it faded.

“Love,” he began softly, grinning when he felt Dream’s ears twitch towards him in attention, “Do you know about the collar I wear?”

Shifting in his arms, Dream had leaned back enough to look at him curiously, “How do you mean?” He glanced over Hob’s shoulder where the collar in question lay in an ornate case, “It is… jewelry?”

Hob let out a huff of laughter, “Well, yes I suppose,” He pet down Dream’s back as he chose his words carefully, nervously, “But it is more than that. For us here in the bovine kingdom, at least,” he explained. “It is not a collar in the way other kingdoms might view one. Have you noticed that no other in the palace wears one?”

Dream furrowed his brow in consideration, “I suppose, now that you mention it…”

Sitting up, regretfully disentangling from Dream, Hob reached over to the side table, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out a box, similarly decorated to the one his own collar sat in. He still remembers how he held it in his lap, turning to face Dream fully and taking a deep breath to steel himself.

“For us, it is the equivalent to a crown.”

He opened the box, and inside was a collar, nearly identical to his own, though slightly smaller, designed for a slimmer neck. The jewels were rubies instead of sapphires, and the bell was rounder and more delicate, as opposed to the heavy, squared bell of Hob’s own. Dream’s breath caught in his throat.

“I want you to have one,” Hob said softly, “It’s not a collar,” he reiterated desperately, “It’s not… not a thing of ownership. I don’t own you, my love. No one does. But… I want everyone who sees you to know just how important you are. To know that you are my equal, and deserve just as much respect.”

When he finally gained the courage to look up, Dream was crying. There was a moment when he had worried he had ruined everything, had scared his poor love in a way he swore he never would again. But then, Dream met his eyes, and the look in them was nothing short of awe.

“You would…” he swallowed thickly, “You would give me such a thing? You would make me… more? More than just a…” his voice cracked, and he could not get the rest out.

Hob had tossed the box to the side, something far more precious in front of him. He wrapped Dream in his arms, pressing him close, “You are my love,” he said firmly, “My heart, my partner, my everything. You have always been so much more than you were allowed to be. I just want everyone to see it.”

He held him tight, and then Dream had kissed him, and he had known that everything would be okay. They made love again, both of them wearing nothing but their matching collars, and in the morning they started planning their wedding.

And now they are here, years later, and he is in no less awe of the love he has found in the man laying before him. Reaching out, Hob places a gentle hand on Dream’s belly, stifling a laugh when Dream stirs with a soft ‘mrrrp?’. Dream blinks, ears twitching to attention as he stretches his limbs impossibly further as he wakes. Reaching down, Hob runs his fingers through the fur along Dream’s chest and stomach. He still remembers the awe and glee he had felt the first time his fingers had brushed against the soft fuzz of new fur growing along Dream’s body.

Dream had been embarrassed, and ashamed (it had taken a long, long time for Dream to let go of the shame he felt for what other people had done to him). He had explained softly that much of his fur had fallen out over the years of mistreatment. He also quickly offered to shave it off if Hob didn’t like it.

But Hob loved it. He loved seeing the proof of Dream’s healing, had carefully tended to the new fur for weeks, and even now still took great pleasure in brushing the dark strands until they shone. He hadn’t fully realized how thin the areas where he did have fur were, either, until his arms and legs slowly became covered in dense, dark fur, the skin no longer visible through it. Petting him now, Dream presses happily into his hands, and Hob cannot resist leaning down to pull him into a kiss. 

“Good morning, beloved,” Dream mumbles against his lips. When they part, he yawns widely, and Hob can’t resist tapping his finger against his long, sandpaper tongue when it is revealed. As he alway does when Hob teases him in this way, Dream snaps his teeth down, Hob only just barely pulling away in time with a laugh.

It took a long time for Hob to see these parts of his love’s personality- the parts that are feisty and proud and demanding and playful. It only made Hob love him impossibly more.

“It is not quite morning anymore, my dear,” he grins, “You missed breakfast.”

Dream hums in consideration, eyes half lidded as he reaches out to brush a finger against Hob’s chest, the barest hint of claw grazing the spot where his teat is hidden by fabric, “It seems more like breakfast has come to me.”

Hob shivers, taking Dream’s hand to press a kiss to his knuckles with a smile, “Insatiable creature,” he says fondly.

“Is that a complaint?” Dream raises an eyebrow.

“Never,” Hob responds, aiming for teasing but filled with far too much sincerity, “How might I serve my beloved this day?”

Dream smiles slowly, fond and mischievous, “You can start,” he drawls, tugging on Hob’s hand to guide him down onto the bed, “by not blocking my sunbeam.”

Hob bursts into laughter, laying back obediently onto the bed so that Dream can sprawl on top of him, settling comfortably with Hob’s softness at his front, and the sun’s warmth at his back.

[ryonello]

funky little frog guy !!!!!

[hinamie]

*catboys ur shounen protag*

[medicalunprofessional]

merged my two psychonauts doodle pages with a bit of appearance headcanons thrown in… uuwgghh

+ these little thangs i never posted

sorry for making you look at bobby. i am half asleepe

[ponku-po]

them - sn_trix

[detectiveforfree]

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