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Number 8 and hinny
In the dark kiss. (Under the cut for reasons, just to be safe)
Harry wasn't sure what he had expected, but full darkness claimed his surroundings as soon as he closed the door behind him. Maybe he should have paid attention before the lights were off because as he took another step in, he managed to stumble upon something metallic that rolled away from him.
Ginny giggled; he turned towards the sound, then promptly hit a shelf with his head.
"Here," she said helpfully, and he felt her hands on his arm, guiding him to her. "So—is the broom closet all you imagined?"
Harry shrugged, then remember she couldn't see him in the darkness. "I didn't think it would be like this," he admitted. The idea had sounded nice and daring, and he hadn't hesitated when Ginny had led him through the halls in search of a broom closet, but now he was remembering fondly that the grounds were warm and sunny, and he enjoyed the sunlight reflecting on her hair.
"Filch puts a door sweep to avoid rats," she explained, then snorted when he jumped. "There won't be any rats, that's why is so dark, remember?"
His face burned; Harry was glad that Ginny couldn't see it. It wasn't like he was afraid of rats, but there was something eerily in being in that small room, unable to see anything no matter how much he squinted his eyes; he was totally blind, unprotected. It was suddenly hard to breathe.
"Hey," Ginny called him, taking a step closer to him and placing his arms around her waist. "I'm here," she whispered, and it was easy to focus on her more than on the irrational fear that the walls were closing in.
He was holding Ginny, his girlfriend, and she was real. Her floral shampoo scent was real, far stronger than any citrus smell from the cleaning products; he inhaled her perfume, letting it comfort him. The warmth from her body was real, and he searched for that gap in her shirt that he adored so much, feeling her skin, tracing the goosebumps that arose under his touch.
And her mouth was real as she moved closer, and her lips brushed his neck, sucking the skin gently.
A gasp escaped his lips, the sound louder in the dark; he ought to break away, embarrassed, but Harry found out that as with many other things, it was easy to hide any self-consciousness and just enjoy Ginny's touch. Perhaps she felt the same, for as he leaned in, his hand holding her up to support her, he felt her fingers climbing under his shirt, her nails tracing his chest, leaving a burning path.
Even the sound of his heartbeat seemed to echo in that broom closet.
And then he pulled her closer, his lips searching for hers. He'd shared countless kisses by now, but there was something about being in the darkness with Ginny that Harry hadn't considered before; maybe the whole world had disappeared and it was just the two of them now, two bodies and souls together in that emptiness, but as long as he were with her, he was fine with it.
Her hand was over his heart now, and Harry knew she could feel how quick it was; his fingers traced her curves, going further than he had gone under the sunlight on the grounds, but as with everything, the darkness seemed to boost his boldness. Her skin was very smooth, so inviting. Ginny gasped when he touched her bra, and for a moment, Harry was almost brought back to reality; then Ginny pressed her lips against his once again, her tongue moving a bit more desperately, her hand burying itself in his hair to mess it, and that was all the encouragement that Harry needed; his fingers traced the fabric of her bra, then moved up, his heart racing even faster—
And then there was a light, blinding light, and where Harry was pulled back from that starless night to a burst of sunshine he didn't welcome for once.
"What—" He called, but he wasn't the only one to say something (or to curse lowly, in Ginny's case); when he could distinguish anything, he saw that Hermione was staring at them, mouth opened, and then he realised that he was still close to Ginny, her shirt lifted enough to show her ribs, and his hand was over her—
They jumped apart.
"I—sorry, Hermione," said Ginny, her voice an octave louder than usual as she fixed her clothes. "We were just sightseeing."
"Sightseeing," replied Hermione slow and disbelievingly.
"Yes, well." Ginny left the broom closet, her face now a mask of innocence even though her cheeks were still pink. "Harry had never been inside a broom closet before."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, recovering himself; he tried to comb his hair, as pointless as it always was. "I couldn't graduate from Hogwarts without the broom closet experience."
Hermione stared at them before shaking her head, apparently deciding they were hopeless. "Go on—you should be studying for your OWLs, Ginny—ah, don't look me like that. You should be glad it wasn't Ron that interrupted your... sightseeing."
Ginny looked mutinous, but Harry, face deep red, just pulled her down the hall, away from Hermione's sight.
"She would enjoy a few minutes with Ron in a broom closet," Ginny mumbled, annoyed.
Harry, who didn't want to imagine Ron and Hermione in the same conditions he had been with Ginny, just shrugged. "Sightseeing?" He asked instead, hoping to distract her. "I couldn't see one foot in front of me and you said we were sightseeing?"
Her face broke into a mischievous smile. "I didn't say you were seeing with your eyes," she teased, taking his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles that sent a jolt down his body.
"Oh."
"Wanna keep seeing things? There is a broom closet in the floor above.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I don't wanna get caught," he noted, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"That's what Locking Spells are for." She grinned. "And since they are probably going to be on my exams, you would even be helping me study."
His heart raced. "All for your education," he said, accepting her pull to the stairs.
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a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)
#rug hooking#artists on tumblr#fiber art#had a very fun time working on this :]#I think this is the biggest one I've done so far (20x20) so that was really fun to see when it was completed#-squints- I think actually 20x21? mfhgj the backing fabric either got a wee bit stretched on the frame#or because the yarn is kinda packed in on this one haha#forgot to take a pic of the back but I printed out these little fabric tag labels to sew on#sending international mail had me sWEATING hahaha#but thank god for online making things so much easier where you just print it out/slap it on and it's fine >:'D#edit: wanted to wait till it arrived safely to post this (and it has!!)
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JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡
cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data
#btsgif#dailybts#btsedit#seokjin#bts#bangtan#usersky#usersan#userkelli#usermaggie#raplineuser#usersevn#tuserandi#userpat#userines#*sj#*bangtan#*comp#*gifs#em I have no idea in which timezone you are so I'm just gonna let this post at midnight my time asdgh#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!!!! I hope you'll have theeee bestest of days today my love you deserve it like no one else#I mean you've literally gifted us 500+ jin sets over the past 18 months -#this seems like the smallest thank you in return#you asked if someone could send you jinnie hugs so here I am!!!#if I could I'd fly to korea grab that man under his gigantic shoulders and bring him directly to your doorstep for the biggest bday hug#but for now this little set will have to do!#it gave me so much happiness just look at all the smiles with those big hugs :( and ofc I had to start and end it with jinkook <33#I love you lots emmeline thank you for being an amazing person all the time#you deserve so much appreciation and love and I hope you get showered with just that#not only today but all the time <3
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totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞
they're on their first date :3c
#swan queen#swanqueen#regina mills#emma swan#once upon a time#ouat#my art#sq art#sq redraw#i wanted to draw this scene mainly because regina just looked SO PLEASED WITH HERSELF i love her face#but i'm not super happy with the result :<#shoulda picked a different scene after all i felt like i couldn't really do much with this one#(or maybe i'm just not good enough at drawing her yet she's so difficult aaaa)#but i still wanted to finish this anyway!!#i hope you enjoy :>#thank u also for sending me asks with recommendations for scenes for me to redraw!!#i'll keep them in my inbox until i get around to them#thank you so much for the warm welcome to this space ; -; 💜#i'm so happy to see this ship still very much alive after all this time
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I have added a quirky comment here for the last year and a half, however now… I have no words.
jk I have all these words 👇
I know it is very bitter sweet, but this is the end of Reconnecting. Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. I plan on making a behind the scenes video on my YT sometime soon. Feel free to send any asks you have I want to answer them all!
Please know I am not going to dissapear! I still plan on making content consistently, and my original comic RULE 5 is already underway, and if you’d like I’m certainly not against writing some exposition fics for Reconnecting 💜
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Prev (3::8) / This is the End 💜
#art#my art#deltarune#reconnecting#reconnecting update#here it is#you’ll never know the vessels real name hehehehhe#anwayyyyy#please send an ask I’m planning on answering them all#man I literally cried so much doing this#this story is so close to my heart and so much actually about me and my journey with my mental condition#I feel like a new chapter of my life just started with this one’s end#ANYHOO NO MORE SAPPY#thank you all for reading#I STILL TAKE COMMISSIONS#also I have really cute headcanons so like- ask for little stories I’ll write em#rule 5 is coming!!! I have a ton of concept art#and yknow I’ll still draw deltarune shenanigans#*SOBBING*
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So I was scrolling along and accidentally clicked on a tag of some post. But it opened with this as the banner and I thought it was perfect. 🧡
SUCK IS DICK SUNDAY
#ask#Wei wuxian#Let's be honest. He would want this for himself.#I can't stop laughing at how funny this crop is. Thank you so much for sending it my way.#Truly one of the best things I have seen all week.#Suck is dick...dick is suck...It all makes sense now.#LWJ's surprised face with the text 'wei wuxian' hovering just below is also pure gold. The layers are delectable.#Pride month is every month when it is your lived reality. Be loud and proud like WWX. It's what he would want for you.#(I was tempted to add the fire text gif to this post but to be honest...the motion of it makes me a bit nauseous.#One can just imagine the text being on fire. I'm pulling up a camping chair and roasting some carrots over the fire.#You can come join me but *only* if you can fetch me some fire wood...the stock is running low...The nights are so cold...)
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my dumb fuck ass just spent 30 minutes trying to find Save Us White Girl and caved and "help white girl bg3" immediately returned it via google,,,,, had help white girl, white girl help stuck in my head,,,,,
THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH TBH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT CAN IMMEDIATELY BE FOUND LIKE THAT???? everyday this comic finds its way back to me and i'm unsure if i'll ever be able to outdo it... it might be my magnum opus, i fear... (this is a good thing)
#though in all honesty its one of my favorite comics ive done LOL#ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE </3#i swear i read all the anons i get and i love each and every one of them THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN ASKS#THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY <3333#im just super slow and dont use my socials as much as id like to IM SORRYYYYYYY#but again this made me laugh thank you sm for sharing anon#bg3#baldur's gate 3#ask bob
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uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)
finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.
(feel free to ignore!)
trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too
Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.
One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.
It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.
The thought makes you fluster a bit.
He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.
Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.
Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.
Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.
You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”
He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.
“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”
Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.
“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.
He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.
“Steve.”
“What?”
“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?
Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.
“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.
You eye him over your cup, skeptical.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”
He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.
“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”
You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.
It’s your turn to ask. “What?”
Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.
“It’s your favourite.”
“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”
“Yes, it is!”
“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”
Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.
“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”
Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.
You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.
Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.
You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.
#this was fun! thank u so much for sending one#it was a challenge to make something go with it#i’m feeling very into new relationship getting used to each other jitters <3#ruby writes steve#steve x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x reader blurb#steve harrington x you#steve x you#a baby baby blurb :) enjoy !
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LOUIS record: 04/09/1973 [...] [...] [...] XX.XX.198? - Water Tower Place, Chicago (ORD)
O Favorito do Demônio (03/20)
#thanks for your feedback#i'll try to include text in a separate image from now on -- and maybe later - once finished - in english --#AS im experimenting with styles i'll have to redo pg 01 and 02 -- haha i'm in trouble --- send help#btw this is not the full HQ-- it's just a visual aid for the chapter#cool thing: the amulet is based on indian lantern -- maybe i'll post the full design sheet for this one bc i put so much reference#hope you like the amulet#next page coming soon#o favorito do demonio#armandaniel#hazeilus#portuguese#yes#amandiel#armand x daniel#hq: this is a visual aid for the chapter#iwtv season 2#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire#brazilian artist#digital drawing#fanart#vampire armand#gay vampires#love boys#young daniel molloy#daniel molloy fanart#armandiel fanart#armandaniel fanart#the devils minion#iwtv season 2 fanart
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Vegas + text posts for beloved @vegasandhishedgehog (pt. 88/95)
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche text post meme#vegaspete#kpedit#mygifs#mine#x text posts#userboots#userspicy#tuserkatherine#usermor#ondreamytracks#dailyvegaspete#kinnporschesource#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ONE TO ME BUN JDKDJDK adore you <3
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Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.
Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.
#letterstoear#nui#twst#twisted wonderland#sebek zigvolt#malleus draconia#twst grim#mod posting#okay but i love squishing the bears with my thumb; they just have the right thickness to be pressed on#i really like the flower stickers; they look like romantically artistic wax seal#the letters are pleasantly nice#i love the part where cheka personally request for an audience with yuu thru sebek 🥺🥺🥹🥹 too cute hnggh .......#sebek becoming our little mailman for our little invitation aw 🥹 for those who wanna know the context of the letter;#i requested a letter from sebek that he sent home while he was away accompanying malleus on other country duty#my other favorite part is just him simply opening the letter with 'My love'#i'm sealed 🥹 the first paragraph is written so sweetly#i enjoy reading the letter slowly outside in peaceful afternoon today; i ran it through together with sebek nui#this will be my treasured keepsake from now on 🥹; it seriously made me miss letters and wish i have someone to send this kind of letter to#it was a bit funny how the envelope sebek's letter came from is sticked with the guys from free! sticker fhsdsh 🤣😂#and me with the white haired guy like WHo are u?? fsjdsdjsd (´つヮ⊂); but it's a really nice service#the thank you letter came with such a cute and yummy folding paper; thank you for the stickers too#i feel like there's a bit whoopsie on grim's winky eye fshfh like i think the sharpie just blurs the separating space '<' supposed to have#and just combine it all together into one angry eye; and sebek bear's eyes are just a little bigger than i expected it to be#but the more i look at them i think they are just having a little individuality & still cute#i embraced it all together while knowing the fact none of handmade thing would always be the same one with the other; hehe sebek nui has fr#i kinda forget that there's this kind of clip earring fshd; because i always get the ones that work like screw from aliexpress#i know that the literal clip one would just be literal meaning of pain fsh; just like the magnet one my father once got me when i was a kid#it was painful but pretty; tho i lost it quickly bcs magnet easily get loosed once one part of it moves around when u touch ur hair or face#anyhow i had a pleasant day because of this; thank you very much ! sebek nui said 'thank you' too! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ❀ ✿ 𖤣…
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make me choose @illusivesoul asked: sera or josephine
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#vgedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#dragon age edit#daedit#josephine montilyet#vg: dragon age#character: josephine montilyet#edit: mine#edit: dragon age#listen i like sera#but josephine is my babyyyy#yay two done one to go !!!!#thank you so much for sending the prompt 🤗🤗
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Man although I can't send this and have Spamton see the image (cuz it would be text instead) I'll send it to you and you can give me your opinion about it.
What do you think...
...about...
...snowy Spamton?
IT SNOWED YESTERDAY YESS!!!
(this was on a car btw, which made it even better)
#(EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE) it has never said you couldnt send him images btw :-P so congrats he does get to see!!!#ive been meaning to answer this since like.. forever... this is from january 21st.... oops!!! I wasnt sure how to make him react#-to images then.#but i figured it out now lol. At least for this one.. sigh /nsrs#this image is so funny to me lmao /pos thank you so much i love it def one of my fav asks X-) Its so sweet <33#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#I hope his hair is greasy enough because MAN its slathered in there (wretch /j) i was struggling with his hair perspective tbh#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#spamton fanart#kingsis beat me to the images grrrr /J /nsrs I was saving them for something specific i wanted to do so thats why#youll see
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We should be so lucky to get Asks from you! I love the pink pony with three legs you uploaded a while ago, you did a great job with her.
Could I get an Octavia? She's my favourite, no surprise. If that's not okay, please draw the pink pony again! I love her mane.
Im so glad you like her!! I'll definitely draw sweetpea more.
Im not super into Octavia but i think shes cute. She gave me very square and sturdy energy for some reason whilst also being rather elegant. I found that combo odd as i typically associate elegance with smoother, flowing shapes. But she spoke to me and who was i to disagree
#thank you for sending one in!!#im genuinely so stoked you like Peas so much i love her too#also i wasnt sure what was going on with the grey in octavias mane so i just made it shiny#i considered drawing her more mature and with graying hair#but we see middle aged ponies in the show (ms harshwhinny or something?) and she js#*isnt designed like them#so gloss it was#art#digital art#mlp#fanart#mlp g4#mlp fanart#my little pony#octavia#mlp octavia#pony art#oh also octavia is definitely mixed with unicorn. thats why she has ear and elbow tufts#ive got so many headcanons about the traits of the different races#but idk how id format a post about that soo
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Smutty fic idea prompts - 36 is just perfect for Dreamling please?
36: A rolls sleeves up/takes shirt off, revealing body hair to B. B has no idea how to act normal around A anymore.
Hob dresses up as Sexy Santa for a staff party and Dream absolutely loses his cool <3
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These days, Dream finds himself as the newest addition to Johanna Constantine’s friend group. It’s quite nice of her, if not a little presumptuous, to drag him along to nearly every social outing and local music show in order to introduce him to as many people in her network as possible. The only reason they are still friends, Dream and Jo, is the small mercy of her not putting up a fuss when his social battery has been drained and he awkwardly dips out.
The best thing to come out of these adventures, at least, is meeting Hob Gadling.
Hob and Jo go way back, or so she’d announced the first time he and Dream had met. At a bar where the lights were low but Hob’s natural charisma and warm smile had radiated through anyway. They got along immediately, exchanging intellectual conversations where Hob had surprising takes and kept Dream’s interest; kept the dialogue fresh and spontaneous. Dream didn’t even need to contribute much while sharing a space with Hob, he could simply sip on his gin something-or-other and listen as Hob went on passionate rants about revolutions or human invention over the past centuries– each time they met up he’d go down a 100 years. Or complaining about how washed up Shakespeare was (an argument Dream allowed himself to fall into and they’d talked about all night, much to Johanna’s chagrin and massive eye roll, muttering a very clear “nerds” under her breath).
Chemistry aside, Dream also couldn’t deny how… effortlessly attractive Hob was.
Deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with barely contained mischief, chocolate dark hair with brush strokes of greys that unfairly complimented his face, and a seemingly permanent five O’clock shadow that Dream never imagined would leave him staring and daydreaming… alas, he’d discovered quite a few new things about himself around Hob.
Like how he’d imagined on more than one occasion, how easily he’d be able to lift Dream, how those broad shoulders and chest, thick biceps that even a cable knit sweater couldn’t hide– might manhandle his own body, lifting and bending him into submission. Dream ached with it; the possibilities. Was dying to kiss Hob’s plush mouth, his gaze fell to it enough, or feel the stubble of Hob’s jaw under his own palm, under his lips, along the inside of Dream’s thighs.
Hob was everything Dream was not; roguish, masculine, and unbearably kind. It was no wonder Dream had developed a crush from their very first meeting.
And maybe Hob was interested too, if you squinted. He always offered Dream a ride home, set his hand on the small of his back, his shoulder, and never seemed to stop smiling in his presence. Dream was never very good at picking up cues though– his prior relationships had been him making the first move, striking immediately at what he wanted, courting in the most by-the-book manner, before he was ultimately either rejected or caught up in a love affair that burned out before the year was up.
He didn’t want to do that with Hob. Dream held back, kept his desires at bay… because he truly enjoyed Hob’s company. It would be devastating if Hob rejected him, or worse, fell into a relationship and then realised Dream was… too much, too fast, too methodical. Dream wasn’t sure he could handle not having Hob in his life now that he’d met him. He was determined to keep him around, even if it meant remaining friends. Dream could work with that, could suffer quietly and go home after a long night of drinking or dancing and being subjected to Hob’s ever-present smile, his unwavering gaze, the warmth his body radiated, even feet apart. Could hold onto those images and sensations and close his eyes, take himself in hand, and work himself to climax in the safe darkness of his own bedroom, clenching his teeth and imagining how it might feel if it were Hob’s hands on him instead.
All of Dream’s self restraint comes crashing down about a week before Christmas, at the staff holiday party Johanna had invited him along to.
Because Hob is sitting on a large red velvet chair at the back of the venue, surrounded by cotton snow and boxed presents, wearing absolutely nothing but a Santa hat, explicitly short red and white trousers, and black boots.
It’s a mockery of what you’d see at perhaps a mall: Santa waiting to greet children and ask what they want for Christmas while his elves putter around and keep order. This is…
Obscene, is what Dream’s brain provides before it completely resets and replaces the word with animal noises.
He’d overheard Hob and Johanna talking about this, how they had a “sexy Santa” every year (because Jo’s office was mostly comprised of women who voted on it every year, vastly sweeping the competition to the point of tradition). And to save on money this year, decided to find a Santa who would do it for free, hence Jo asking Hob to do her a solid.
Dream felt heat rush through his entire body, unable to look away as Jo, Matthew, and him walked out of the foyer and into the thick of the party. Dream heard Johanna speaking, but couldn't decipher her words, his brain wiped clean by the reveal of Hob’s body, something Dream had only imagined in the safety of his own head, and kicked himself over the exclusion of hair.
So much body hair. Thick, dark hairs covered Hob’s chest like a pelt, rolling down his abs and scattered out around his soft belly. It was enough to make Dream’s mouth water, a ringing sound began in his ears, making him dizzy as he forced one foot in front of the other.
Dream had only met Hob a couple months ago, while the weather had just turned cold and they’d both only seen one another buttoned and bundled up in high necklines and long sleeves. To see Hob nearly completely nude was a shock to Dream’s system. And holy shit, Dream wanted. He had to know how those thick hairs felt between his fingers, digging them in while he sat on Hob’s lap, grinding his hips down while his own naked chest slid along Hob’s. What sounds Hob would make while Dream petted and pulled and rubbed his cock along the swell of Hob’s furred stomach.
And then Hob spotted them coming in, his smile dazzling as he stood up and waved.
Giving Dream a fantastic view of his legs, which were just as thick and strong as Dream had fantasised, and just as hairy as his top half. As well as a view of how those pants rode up enough to make Dream question if the man was wearing underwear.
Dream stumbled to the nearest restroom, locking himself in a stall and attempting to breathe and calm his erratic heart beat.
Friend, friend. Hob is your friend. Dream chanted to himself, keeping his hand out of his pants and taking deep breaths as his blood circulation regulated itself. Don’t make it weird.
Dream didn’t know how to socialise on a good day, and how with a half naked Hob in the building– shamelessly on display and humouring drunk female staff as they boldly sat on his knee– Dream felt himself shutting down entirely, spluttering and stumbling over his speech with enough velocity that he feared he'd glitch and spark out, setting the place on fire. Or at the very least, melt into a puddle of goo, the remains of his dignity soaked into the hardwood floor.
Dream tossed back drink after drink, matching Jo’s pace if only to distract his wandering thoughts, losing his jacket somewhere in the scuffle and rolling up the sleeves of his black button down.
Johanna’s laughter snapped Dream back to the present, looking down at the red solo cup in his hand and Jo standing across from him, visibly swaying on that spot. Dream doesn’t remember what he’d said to elicit such a reaction, but felt his lips curl anyway.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, dreamboat!” Jo’s laughter simmered down to a pleasant chuckle, if not a little devious. “I thought– nah, can’t be. But holy shit, you like Hob, don’t you?”
It took several long, embarrassing seconds to figure out what Jo just asked him. Dream felt warmth spreading up his ears.
“Of course. He’s my friend–”
“Nonono–” Jo stepped into Dream’s space, landing a heavy hand on his bony shoulder. “You like him. I can tell, because you haven’t spoken to him all night.”
Dream swallowed. The alcohol was affecting his brain, sloshing it around and rendering him speechless.
Johanna smirked. “Am I wrong?”
“You’re a menace, Constantine.” Dream said, pushing her hand off him and sliding his gaze sideways to find Hob rubbing the tops of his thighs. It’d been well over an hour since they’d arrived, Dream wondered how long Hob had been sitting there, playing a role he clearly wasn’t enjoying anymore.
Jo inclined her head.
“He likes you too.”
Dream’s head snapped back to meet Jo’s eyes, searching for that tell of humour or sarcasm, and finding none.
She leaned in conspiratorially. “He told me not to tell you. Thinks your eyes are ‘dazzling’ and your hands are pretty–” she makes a face at that one. “And that your hair looks– and I quote– ‘like raven’s feathers’.”
Dream swallows, his throat suddenly dry.
“When did he tell you this?”
Jo huffs a sigh, taking a sip from her beer, her lips making a smacking sound off the bottle’s mouth.
“The night after I introduced you two.”
Dream’s heart flips over at the revelation.
Johanna winks and shoves at Dream’s shoulder. “Now go say hi before you break his heart.”
Taking Johanna’s advice seems like a death sentence, but Dream is just drunk enough to summon courage, finishing off his drink and setting the empty cup on a random surface, before forcing his shoulders back and finally making his way towards Hob.
The smile that breaks across Hob’s face once he spots Dream is staggering, and it strikes Dream down more so than before, informed with the knowledge that Hob might like him as much as Dream does.
Dream slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks, affecting nonchalance as he finally stands before Hob.
“Hello, Hob.”
“Hey, Dream.” Hob tugs on his ear, looking up at Dream. His entire body seems to relax, even slouching a bit in the chair. “Was surprised to see you here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I know parties aren’t really your thing.”
Dream hums, his eyes selfishly taking in their fill. This close to Hob, he can catalogue every hair, curve and freckle in greater detail, storing the information away for later.
And with Hob looking up at him, giving the illusion of superior height, an unmistakable flicker of arousal begins low in Dream’s belly.
“I can be persuaded, from time to time.” Dream smiles, coy. The alcohol gives him a confidence boost and relaxes him further. “I apologise for not visiting you sooner.”
Hob waves it off. “I honestly didn’t expect you to. I know this is… a lot.” He gestures to himself and laughs self-deprecatingly. “I only agreed to be Sexy Santa because I owe Jo a favour.”
“It’s a fetching look on you,” Dream says, flinging himself into the deep end. He bites his bottom lip as Hob actually looks twice up at Dream, his smile falling into something like disbelief.
“O-oh. Really?” Hob laughs, but it’s small, doubtful. Dream will have to remedy that.
Dream takes a long breath, grounding himself, licking his lips before speaking what he’d wanted to say to Hob all night.
“I believe it’s my turn to ask Santa what I want for Christmas?”
The prettiest pink flush rises up Hob’s cheeks. His lips part as his eyes rove across Dream, down and up.
Despite what Johanna said, Dream feels himself shake with nerves as he tips forward, touching the top of Hob’s thigh before slowly lowering himself onto it. His eyes never leave Hob’s as he goes, silently asking for permission and receiving a nod once he’s fully seated.
Hob’s hand instantly curls around Dream’s narrow hips, holding him steady, locking him into place both upon his lap and in his gaze; wide and dark and focused.
Dream crossed one leg over the other, settling his hands on his knees, which inadvertently causes him to sway that much closer to Hob. He can feel the heat of his body, this close. Can smell something sweet and earthy, like sandalwood and pine, mixed in with something tangy that makes Dream’s mouth water. He has to hold back the urge to close the gap between them and shove his face in Hob’s chest, into the crook of his neck, under his armpit and lose his sanity. Abandon all pretence and inhale Hob like a wild animal, scent and mark him with his teeth and tongue and–
Hob swallows. Dream watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs, fascinated.
“Are you messing with me?”
Dream cocks an eyebrow. “You think me capable of jokes?”
Hob laughs, soft, wonderful. “You are. You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.”
His thumb is pressing into Dream’s side, caressing back and forth, sending spikes of electricity through his veins and heating him up from the inside.
“No one thinks I’m funny,” Dream says matter-of-factly.
“Well, you make me laugh,” Hob says simply, his other hand coming across Dream’s front to lace his fingers together, forming a snare around Dream that ignites something within him. “You challenge me, keep me on my toes… keep me guessing.”
Dream’s heart beats so hard against his ribs it nearly hurts. He wonders if Hob can hear it, how he makes his blood race a mile a minute.
“I’m being very serious,” Dream takes a breath. “But if you deny me, I’ll just say I’m drunk.”
Hob laughs again, his hold around Dream tightening and nearly causing Dream’s knee to bump into Hob’s crotch.
“Are you drunk?”
Dream is very aware that they are in the middle of a party, and although the people around them seem to be paying them little attention, it would probably be inappropriate to follow the path enticing him to resituate himself on Hob’s lap to instead straddle him. To grind his barely contained semi against Hob’s flimsy excuse for shorts, while winding his arms around his shoulders and kiss him stupid.
Dream leans forward, brushing his lips along the shell of Hob’s ear and lowers his voice.
“Not enough to not know what I want.”
Hob groans, Dream can feel the vibration in his own chest as he pulls back just enough to see how his eyes have fluttered shut, swallowing again before opening his eyes and focusing on him.
“And what do you want, Dream?”
“Whatever you’ll give me,” Dream wets his lips. His hands venture up, tentatively brushing his knuckles against Hob’s bronze skin, fascinated at how snow-white his own appears against it. His fingers uncurl as he dares himself to properly touch; pushing into the soft flesh at Hob’s sides and drinking in the unmistakable sound of a choked off whine from his friend.
“I’ll take anything, Hob.”
“Holy shit–” Hob whispers, his head lolling back, exposing his throat which Dream violently refuses to latch his mouth on to.
“Okay…” Hob clears his throat, his eyes swinging over to gauge Dream again. His pupils are blown wide, hunger clear in its depths. “Okay.”
He’s looking at Dream’s mouth as he speaks again. “Meet me out back in 10 minutes?”
Dream bites back a smile and nods, his heart soaring as he climbs off Hob.
Johanna gives him a knowing look as Dream stumbles back into the crowd to find his jacket and coat, managing a wave (great, now he owed her a favour as well) before all but running out of the building to make good on his promise to Hob.
Hob makes good on his offer as well; indeed giving Dream everything he’d wanted. All night.
#dreamling#hob x dream#omg i managed to write a semi-holiday themed fic!#so sorry this took a hundred years lol#im slowly working on all the prompts sent to me from this list#thank you so much for sending one in!!#i hope you love it!#my writing#happy holidays!#this is sfw mostly
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Um. You never asked for drawing requests but your art style is very cute so could you maybe draw spearmaster x saint?
Spearmint!
I love this ship, they’re two scugs I consider the most quiet and I think they’d really enjoy just chilling together. The softest scug and the spikiest!
The only issue is because of the huge hight difference these two have in my designs for them, Saint’s gonna have to use their ascension powers to fly if they want to kiss Spearmaster lol
#rw spearmint#rw spearsaint#rw spearmaster x saint#I personally really like the ship name “cactus” for these guys- (green and spiky!)#I don’t have requests open because I wasn’t expecting anyone to actually request anything lol#But feel free to send me a request#it really made my day to get one!#Thank you so much!#Ignore the low opacity picture of spearmint in the background#Fun fact: green and purple are my two favourite colours
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