I think your twitter got nuked. Any chance you have other site to follow you on?
I've actually deleted my account on Twitter, and so far, I don't have anywhere for my NSFW works yet. I do plan on making an account to archive my works (including some doodles I don't plan on finishing) on Bluesky. I'll make a post about it here once I do!
As of now, I'm hyperfixated on Mouthwashing (and Arcane), so it might take a while for me to get around to it.
my blogs rainy_days-and-nights as well as Dream diary (watercubebee) and firespheree were terminated so i made this new one until those are re established or just being fucking deleted from existence
I dont know why, could be the fucking nsf w blog i had but i had it that way for a long time
Proship has never meant anything except a combination of three ideas:
Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)
Harassment over fiction is not acceptable
Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either
Any other definitions are made by antis, not proshippers, and are an attempt at revisionism to justify harassment based on false claims.
Yeah.
Antis like to claim that the "pro" means "problematic", but nope. "Pro" (for) is simply the opposite of "anti" (against), and all that "proship" really means is "Let everyone ship what they want, everyone mind their own business".
We are happy to introduce you all to the Centennial Husbands' Big Bang!
We wish you a warm welcome to the Centennial Husbands Big Bang!
This is a Big Bang challenge focused around all things Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) from the Sandman comics and show, brought to you by the @mr-sadman Modteam!
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What’s a Big Bang?
Glad you asked! This is a challenge where writers come up with a 15k+ words fic and get paired with a just-as-enthusiastic artist that accompanies their written work with a piece of art! A detailed schedule spanning around 4 months will be available down this post, fear not!
15k is a lot of words, is there any other way that, as a writer, I can participate?
There is! We are offering a beta-reader partnering system as well as a Mini Bang!
What’s a Mini Bang?
This is a challenge similar to a Big Bang where you write a piece under 15k words! Do note that the Mini Bang does not come with art like the Big Bang does!
Why does the Mini Bang don’t include art?
This is the less stressful option for writers who still want to participate in the event! Less stress for the writers and none for the artists! That said, this might be revised if an important number of artists sign up!
I don’t think my Big Bang fic is gonna reach 15k, can I downgrade to the Mini Bang?
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I think my Mini Bang fic is gonna be longer than 15k, can I upgrade to the Big Bang?
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For Writers
What are the requirements for my fic?
Your fic must be an unpublished, completely new work! It needs to be able to stand on its own (meaning that sequels and crossovers/fusions are allowed, but your fic must be able to be read on its own!) and must meet the minimum word count requirement, which is 15k words. It is also strongly recommended for no parts of your work to have been already published elsewhere (even small snippets)!
Does it have to focus on a romantic pairing?
Not at all! Your fic can be platonic, romantic, neither or all of the above, as long as it focuses on the relationship between Dream and Hob!
Does my fic have to be beta-read?
While it is not mandatory, we strongly encourage you to use a beta reader during your writing process! Don’t have a beta reader already? We offer a beta-reader pairing system! Just make sure to fill in the appropriate section in the sign-up form to indicate that you are in need of betaing!
My friend and I want to co-author a fic, is that alright?
Hell yeah! We love collaboration! Simply make sure to indicate it on each of your sign-up forms (meaning that each one of you needs to fill a form)!! The word count requirement is still 15k (even if you are one, two, three or more, yes!) and keep in mind, though, that you will not receive more art because there are more authors!
Can I have a secondary pairing in my fic?
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Can I write threesomes, foursomes, polycules?
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Can I write RPF (Tom Sturridge/Ferdinand Kingsley)?
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What can’t I write, then?
Anything is fair game as long as it is properly tagged and/or warned for! Major content warnings (such as AO3 dictates) must also be applied properly! There is only one exception to this : work depicting real life children (such as the actors’), which is not allowed.
What if I have a fic that I’ve been working on but never posted?
You can totally use it! As long as your work remains unpublished, it’s fair game!
Can I write something for NaNoWriMo and use it as my submission?
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I’m so excited for this event that I want to write two fics, is that all right?
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As the author, do I have a say in what my paired artist creates?
In short : no. While we do encourage collaboration, this is not a commission process. The artist has free reign on what they want to create that is inspired by your fic. If you can write what you want, then your artist can create what they want!
Can I already pair up with an artist friend?
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I don’t like my paired artist and/or what my artist has created.
While this is unfortunate, your artist has spent their own energy and free time to create their piece. To dismiss them and their efforts is plain rude. The mods will not step in and give you another artist simply because you are not pleased with your match. Your artist deserves your thanks, not your ire.
What are authors check-ins?
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What kind of art can I make?
Anything from traditional or digital drawing, to photomanips, fanvids, podfics, songwriting, book binding and more! We only ask you to put some effort into it, after all, your author has worked hard on their piece as well!
A few exceptions include : playlists, icons and banners. These, while being a nice and fun bonus for your author, can’t be counted as your primary piece!
How much art do I have to make?
You are required to make one piece of art! But if you are inspired, more are definitely welcome!
What are the minimum requirements for my art?
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A minimum of 2 minutes for digital pieces.
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Art claims will be held from January 6th to 10th to give authors the time to complete a first draft as well as send in a summary of their work. We ask you to be readily available to answer messages during that time period as the process will be held on a “first come first served” basis. You will receive a link to the claiming form at the beginning of this period.
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Fear not, the mods will place you in contact with your partner once pairing is done!
What are artists’ check-ins?
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Where do I post my art?
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I’m not a writer nor an artist, but I wish to help. What can I do?
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That said, the dedicated mods for this event are Winter, Aria, Ches and Britt!
Dedicated to @lucid-dreamling for sharing their initial WIP that made me go absolutely feral and write this whole fic in 24 hours, and to @galacticstingray and @gil212 for being my wonderful betas for this fic.
Summary:
The god that graces his vision is stunning. His hair is an inky black that reminds Hob of the night sky and it shimmers, as if full of stars. It is a contrast to the man's skin, pale as moonlight and smooth as marble.
On his twenty-first birthday, Hob Gadling is selected to become an offering as a Divine Maiden to the village god.
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Hob has always known that his whole life is possible thanks to the blessing of the gods. He was born at a time when the harvest was bountiful, and his village prospered with good fortune and good health. Hob has known nothing but comfort and safety his whole life.
When Hob had been told as a young boy that he would spend his life on his knees to repay the gods for his good lot in life, he had never imagined things would turn out quite like this.
Hob learns on his twenty-first birthday that he is one of three selected to become the next sacrificial maiden to their village god. A “Divine Maiden”, according to the old stories. He supposes it is his own fault for waiting so long to get married, but he has never found any interest in any man or woman in his village. Hob had once dreamed of one day adventuring outside his village borders, but now that is no longer an option.
Instead, he kneels in the forest, his body barely covered by the maiden's robe draped around his body. The robe's material is translucent and so thin, Hob feels that he might as well be naked, which he supposes is the point, since he is also wearing no undergarments.
He is not bound, thankfully. The village had placed great trust in their sacrifices to be honorable and not flee their duty. It allows Hob to move around while he waits so that his limbs do not go numb. But he also does not dare take any alternative position, lest he accidentally offend the god of the forest.
Hob is not sure how much time has passed since he has been placed here, but he feels it has been long enough that surely the god must have selected someone by now. Hob wonders what happens to the other unselected maidens. He had not thought to ask. Perhaps if he is not chosen, he can still be free to leave and become an adventurer.
But then, he feels it. An overwhelming pressure fills the air, and Hob feels his breath almost steal away completely. He looks up in the direction of that overwhelming power, and there he finds a second figure standing a few paces away.
The god that graces his vision is stunning. His hair is an inky black that reminds Hob of the night sky and it shimmers, as if full of stars. It is a contrast to the man's skin, pale as moonlight and smooth as marble.
And his eyes. Gods, his eyes are the most beautiful ocean blue Hob has ever seen. Hob thinks he could lose himself for days, cast adrift in those eyes.
The god regards him for a moment, then lifts an arm and beckons Hob to rise. Hob then notices the man has four arms, two on each side. If Hob had any doubt before that the man was not human, a second set of arms definitely put those doubts to rest.
Hob quickly stands and smooths out the rumpled robe. He suddenly feels rather exposed, his cock hanging limply between his legs while his balls have retreated inward from the cool night air. Would the god be offended that he was not in a state of arousal?
But it does not seem like the god cares about this. Instead his gaze rakes up and down Hob’s body, and Hob can tell there is an appreciation in those eyes rather than offense. He tries not to preen, but his cock seems to have different ideas as it slowly fills to half hardness the longer the god takes to fully appreciate Hob’s form.
Finally, when the god has had his fill, his eyes meet Hob’s once more before he opens his mouth to address Hob.
" Name yourself, " the god says, and Hob almost falls down to his knees again at the sound. The god's voice is a deep baritone, and it reverberates down into Hob’s bones. Hob would go to war for that voice, would cut down a thousand men just to hear it speak to him once more.
"Hob Gadling," Hob answers, just barely managing to not sound breathless.
“ Hob, ” the god replies, rolling the letters in his mouth as if tasting them. He recites it a few more times to himself and Hob wonders if it’s possible for his heart to stop simply by hearing his own name.
The god eventually smiles at him, and it is feral and full of sharp, inhuman teeth. Hob imagines those teeth sinking into his shoulder and his cock jumps enthusiastically at the thought. The motion does not escape the god’s notice, and his smile only grows as he observes Hob’s cock now at full hardness.
“ You may call me Dream, ” the god says, eyes still focused on Hob’s cock.
Of course his name is Dream, Hob thinks. A being like that could only come from his wildest imaginations.
"Dream," Hob replies, and he does not bother hiding the arousal in his voice when it is so clearly reciprocated. “Are you pleased with the offering of my body?”
“ I am, ” Dream replies, finally lifting his eyes to meet Hob’s once more. “ I have decided you will become my chosen Divine Maiden. You are aware of the responsibilities, correct? ”
Hob nods, and recites the words drilled into his mind from the moment he was selected. “In exchange for immortal life and health, I will warm your bed however you wish me to. My devotion to your needs will strengthen your power, so that in turn, you may continue to guard our village from peril.”
Dream hums, satisfied with Hob’s answer. “ Very good. You have been well prepared. Now come to me, my maiden. I would taste you now, and seal our pact. ”
Hob barely holds himself from dashing into Dream’s arms at the command, but only just. When he reaches the other side of the clearing, Dream does not hold back and yanks the thin fabric of Hob’s robe towards him before their lips crash together.
Hob moans into the kiss, and Dream slips an inhumanly long tongue into his mouth. It probes all the way to the back of Hob’s throat, and he gags at the sudden intrusion. Dream quirks his lips at the noise, and withdraws his tongue. Hob misses it already.
“ You taste exquisite, beloved maiden, ” Dream whispers against Hob’s lips. One of Dream’s right hands cards itself through Hob's thick chest hair, while the other traces a pattern along his pelvis. Hob whines and bucks into the touch but Dream’s left hands grip his hips to still him.
“ Not yet, ” Dream chides him, kissing along the column of Hob’s throat. “ I need to complete the mark first. Then you and I can consummate our bond. ”
Hob groans but stills himself so Dream can continue drawing the Maiden’s Mark on him. The mark binds him specifically to Dream, and no other god or mortal man will be able to touch Hob after this. The thought had initially terrified Hob, but as he stands here in Dream’s arms, cock leaking painfully all over himself, he knows that he is already absolutely ruined for anyone else.
When Dream completes the mark, he whispers an incantation in a language Hob does not know. Then suddenly, Hob’s skin is alight with heat and he feels Dream’s magic rushing into his body, binding them together.
The mark sears into him like a brand. Perhaps it is one, Hob thinks. A mark of ownership. A claim on his personhood. His soul.
" Now you are mine, " Dream growls into his ear. Hob feels one set of hands grip his hips while the other set roams along his body, fingertips dancing along his skin. When Dream's fingers brush the Maiden's Mark on his lower abdomen, Hob jolts violently and moans. Dream's touch feels like lightning on his skin.
“ You’ve received my mark remarkably well, ” Dream murmurs, and then Hob feels a hand close around his exposed cock. “ Now it is time for us to begin. ”
Dream alternates between pumping Hob’s leaking cock and thumbing at the slit. Hob can barely keep himself standing, his knees are buckling beneath him with every press of Dream’s hands against his skin. Luckily for him, Dream has multiple sets of arms, and they easily prop him up to keep him from collapsing.
“ Turn around now, lover mine, ” Dream whispers. Hob groans, not wanting to stop, but he somehow manages to rotate his body so that his back is flush against Dream’s. The god presses his hips against the cleft of Hob’s ass, and it is then that Hob realizes just how well endowed his soon to be lover is.
“ Can you feel my desire for you, my beloved Hob? ” Dream teases, licking at the shell of Hob’s ear. Hob’s brain and mouth are a blubbering mess, he’s not sure he could even say his own name at this point, let alone communicate how much he wants Dream’s cock inside him.
Dream plants kisses along Hob’s neck and shoulder, and four hands roam along Hob’s body, teasing at his nipples and cock. Dream brushes against the Maiden’s Mark once more, and Hob nearly comes untouched at the sensation.
“Dream p-please,” Hob moans, finally able to string some words together. “I-I need-”
“ I know what you need, ” Dream interrupts him, and all it takes is a gentle push before Hob is kneeling on the ground. He’s pleasantly surprised to find a warm and soft blanket instead of the dirt and sticks he had previously kneeled in waiting for Dream to arrive.
Dream mouths along Hob's spine, placing a kiss on each vertebrae moving lower and lower until his head is level with Hob’s tailbone. One set of hands grips Hob’s hips while the other spreads his cheeks. Dream then tsks and clicks his tongue, as if disappointed, which has Hob’s hackles rising.
“Dream?” Hob asks, worried. “Is something the matter?”
“ They did not prepare you for me, ” Dream replies, displeasure clear in his voice. “ I had hoped to have you immediately. ”
“I’m sorry!” Hob whines, panic rising in his voice. He doesn't know what to do. “No one told me, I didn’t know, please don’t-”
“ Shh shh, ” Dream placates, rubbing calming circles along Hob's hips. “ I am simply impatient to be inside you, beloved. This is only a minor setback. I am not disappointed with you, not at all. You are perfect. ”
Hob sags in relief. He is unbearably happy that Dream still wants him.
" Of course I still want you, pet, " Dream murmurs, and Hob realizes he's said the thought aloud. " Now let me show you how I want you. "
Despite his initial disappointment, Dream seems to take pleasure in preparing Hob to take his cock. His tongue laps greedily at Hob's hole before plunging inside. The stretch is gentle at first, and then Dream begins to add his fingers.
“ You must always keep your body prepared for me, just like this, ” Dream says, when he feels Hob is prepared enough. Hob whines when the god pulls out four fingers from his hole. He already wants to be filled again.
" So needy for me, beloved, " Dream says, voice just as wrecked as Hob feels.
" I will not keep you empty for long. In fact, even when you're not stuffed with my cock, I will keep you full and plugged. So that I may take you anytime I please. "
"Yes, yes," Hob moans. He realizes his whole body is shaking at the thought of being plugged constantly and always ready for Dream.
Then he feels it. The press of something much larger than Dream's fingers or tongue. Hob tries to shove himself backwards, wants to impale himself on Dream's cock, but the god's many hands stop the motion in its tracks.
" Impatient, " Dream growls. " You will not waste all my hard efforts to prepare you and hurt yourself. "
"Please, Dream!" Hob begs, practically sobbing. He thinks he may die before Dream's cock is fully inside him, which is a preposterous thought, given the nature of their deal.
Dream's cock continues to press impossibly slowly into Hob's hole, and the stretch of it burns him from the inside out. Hob quickly realizes just why Dream wanted to enter him slowly, why the god wanted him to stay plugged and stretched for the future. Dream's cock is a massive thing, and it isn’t long before Hob becomes a drooling, quivering mess.
Finally, Hob feels Dream’s hips bump against his own, signaling the god has bottomed out. Dream groans from above him.
“ You’ve done so well, beloved, ” Dream croons at him. “And now, ” he snaps his hips and Hob howls, “ Now we begin. ”
Dream sets a punishing pace as he mounts him, and Hob cannot do much more than cry out each time the god’s cock presses deep inside him, wrecking his inner walls. One set of hands grips Hob’s hips, while the second set focuses on gripping his hair and keeping his mouth full of fingers. Hob is overstimulated by all the simultaneous sensations, and eventually he can longer prop himself up on his arms, so he collapses his chest into the warmth of the blanket beneath him.
Falling onto the blanket changes the angle at which Dream enters him, and Hob feels the god’s cock press against a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Hob howls at the new sensation, and Dream crows in delight at the sound.
“ There it is beloved, ” Dream croons from above him. He is now angling his cock purposely against the spot inside Hob, and Hob cries each time the god is successful. The hand occupying Hob’s hair suddenly releases its hold, and skates down Hob’s torso, only stopping to brush against the mark. It is then Hob realizes there is something bulging beneath the mark, forming a lump at his stomach.
“ Can you feel me inside you, Hob? ” Dream asks. “ Touch the mark I gave you. Feel how my cock makes a home within your body. ”
Hob presses a shaking hand at the spot where Dream’s hand lays, and he nearly passes out at how large the bulge at his stomach is.
“Fuck,” Hob moans, rolling his hips back into Dream. Their hands link together as Dream continues to thrust into Hob, the bulge moving in tandem with their hips. Hob can feel the crest of his orgasm reaching its peak. He wants to hold it back, wants their lovemaking to last longer even though he’s so overstimulated already, but he is still only human.
“ Come for me beloved, ” Dream commands, and Hob cannot do anything except obey, his untouched cock spilling all over the blanket and his thighs.
Hob’s mind is blissfully blank for a few moments, before he notices a faint shimmer in the air. There is a soft glow of light dancing in front of his eyes, and as he slowly lifts his head to locate its source, he realizes the source of the glow is him. Dream is absorbing the energy (life force?) that Hob has spilled into the night, and the god’s skin is radiating with his newfound power.
“ Remarkable, ” Dream whispers, awe clear in his voice. “ All this power from just one climax. "
Hob huffs a laugh. “More where that came from,” he offers, wiggling his hips. Dream is still hard inside of him, he can tell.
Dream smirks, and begins to pull out. Hob whines and tries to clench down to keep the god inside him, but his efforts prove futile as Dream’s cock leaves him with a wet and squelching pop.
“ On your back now, beloved, ” Dream commands. “ I would have you see how beautifully my cock fits inside you. "
Dream slips easily back into Hob's pliant body once Hob is laid out on his back. The god does not push in slowly or carefully this time around, he simply sinks himself into Hob in one quick stroke. Hob howls at the new pressure inside him, and when he looks down at his stomach, he can see the bulge of Dream's cock on his stomach. It's quite possibly the most erotic thing he's ever seen.
Dream then lifts Hob's legs and throws them over his shoulders, deepening the angle of his thrusts. Hob moans in ecstasy, canting his hips up and up to keep the pressure in his hole as tight as possible.
When he feels his second orgasm building, Hob realizes Dream has positioned him in such a way that Hob's second climax will spill onto his face. The thought sends a rush of heat straight to his balls, and when Dream commands his second orgasm, Hob tilts his head back and opens his mouth.
Dream fucks him at least three more times on the forest floor after. His orgasm finally crests when Hob is riding his cock, and they are face to face, their sweat slicked foreheads pressed against one another.
Dream roars with immeasurable power when he comes inside him. Hob's mark burns on his skin when he does, increasing the intensity of his final climax moments later.
Hob barely has time to sigh in relief before Dream snaps his fingers and transports them to a gigantic four poster bed in the middle of an equally gigantic bedroom.
The same shimmer Hob saw in the forest is almost overpowering here in Dream's personal chambers. It's decidedly more beautiful in the proper light, and Hob finds himself reaching to touch some of the orbs.
" You truly are remarkable, " Dream murmurs from beside him. " I've never been more powerful before you. "
"Really?" Hob asks with wonder in his voice. He had never been remarkable in his old life in the village. To hear that he is something special to a god of all things, well. It leaves a warm feeling of contentment in his belly.
Dream nods and nuzzles into Hob’s neck. " It seems I have chosen my companion well. You are a blessing Hob Gadling. And I will show you how much come morning, when you are recovered. "
Hob coos happily and snuggles into Dream's warm embrace. He is tired, but he is content. Tomorrow begins his new life as a Divine Maiden for his god, and for once, he is satisfied with his lot in life.
Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 5.7k || Finished
dom!Dream, top Dream, sub!Hob, bottom Hob, possessive Dream, D/s, BDSM, established relationship, collar, ownership, corset, Dream in a corset, restraint, spanking, non-consensual voyeurism, sex in public, sex in front of an audience, a literally captive audience, orgasm denial, rimming, thigh fucking, intercrural sex, anal fingering, anal sex, praise kink, horse imagery, breeding imagery, breeding kink, bit gag, gag, size kink, a wee bit of monsterfucking (as a treat), questionable lube choices, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, snowballing, oral sex, face fucking, aftercare, gratuitous Shakespeare references
"Everyone who saw you wanted you. In that suit. But then you decided to show off and then they all wanted to own you, too." Dream growled. "I could smell their daydreams. Taste their entitled, unimaginative little fantasies. How dare anyone even think of taking what is mine."
Hob stared up in wide-eyed awe, as the fury in Dream started to cause parts of his form to blur, his hair wafting away into shadow, his shirt evaporating into the ether, his eyes bleeding out ink that did not obey gravity.
"Tonight each one of their dreams – nay, nightmares – will be to watch as I reassert my claim to you. And each person will know, in their very marrow, that they will never, ever experience love with such fervor."
Just some porn inspired by three pieces of amazing fanart by @mayhemspreadingguy, @lucid-dreamling, and @messmonte.
I'm back with a vengeance after my vacation! Today's late night Smapril prompt comes to you based off a gorgeous wip @lucid-dreamling shared that I just... absolutely went feral for. So much so that I wrote 3k words about it ahhwhssjbsbweb. Once I get the full thing beta'd, I'll post that as well, but have a snippet for now!
As always, all smutty drabbles are dedicated to my beloved @staroftheendless 💖
“You may call me Dream,” the god says, eyes focused on Hob’s cock.
Of course his name is Dream, Hob thinks. A being like that could only come from his wildest imaginations.
"Dream," Hob replies, and he does not bother hiding the arousal in his voice when it is so clearly reciprocated. “Are you pleased with the offering of my body?”
“I am,” Dream replies, finally lifting his eyes to meet Hob’s once more. “I have decided you will become my chosen maiden. You are aware of the responsibilities, correct?”
Hob nods, and recites the words drilled into his mind from the moment he was selected. “In exchange for immortal life and health, I will warm your bed however you wish me to. My devotion to your needs will strengthen your power, so that in turn, you may continue to guard our village from peril.”
Dream hums, satisfied with Hob’s answer. “Very good. You have been well prepared. Now come to me, my maiden. I would taste you now, and seal our pact.”
Hob barely holds himself from dashing into Dream’s arms at the command, but only just. When he reaches the other side of the clearing, Dream does not hold back and yanks the thin fabric of Hob’s robe towards him before their lips crash together.
Hob moans into the kiss, and Dream slips an inhumanly long tongue into his mouth. It probes all the way to the back of Hob’s throat, and he gags at the sudden intrusion. Dream quirks his lips at the noise, and withdraws his tongue. Hob misses it already.
“You taste divine, beloved maiden,” Dream whispers against Hob’s lips. One of Dream’s right hands cards itself through Hob's thick chest hair, while the other traces a pattern along his pelvis. Hob whines and bucks into the touch but Dream’s left hands grip his hips to still him.
“Not yet,” Dream chides him, kissing along the column of Hob’s throat. “I need to complete the mark first. Then you and I can consummate our bond.”
Hob groans but stills himself so Dream can continue drawing the Maiden’s Mark on him. The mark binds him specifically to Dream, and no other god or mortal man will be able to touch Hob after this. The thought had initially terrified Hob, but as he stands here in Dream’s arms, cock leaking painfully all over himself, he knows that he is already absolutely ruined for anyone else.
When Dream completes the mark, he whispers an incantation in a language Hob does not know. Then suddenly, Hob’s skin is alight with heat and he feels Dream’s magic rushing into his body, binding them together.
The mark sears into him like a brand. Perhaps it is one, Hob thinks. A mark of ownership. A claim on his personhood. His soul.
"Now you are mine," Dream growls into his ear. Hob feels one set of hands grip his hips while the other set roams along his body, fingertips dancing along his skin. When Dream's fingers brush the Maiden's Mark on his lower abdomen, Hob jolts violently and moans. Dream's touch feels like lightning on his skin.
“You’ve received my mark remarkably well,” Dream murmurs, and then Hob feels a hand close around his exposed cock. “Now it is time for us to begin.”
Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better
Relationship status: Very very Single
Favourite colour: PURPLE
Song stuck in my head: Tea by Noah Davis
Three favourite foods: Ice cream (doesn’t even matter how cold the weather is, I’ll finish a bucket), chocolate syrup (does this count as food???), and crab and corn soup! (I fucking love soup)
(There’s a lot of diabetes inducing and regional foods I’d add here but let’s go with the things I can get my hands on but would also eat a lot.)
Last song I listened to: Drugs by UPSAHL
Dream Trip: Where ever my online friends live because I wanna meet them and then do some chaotic outings <3
Last thing(s) I Googled: "cat who just woke up”
(Thank you for tagging me uwu @watercubebee)
I think all the people I know had either already been tagged or played this game kadhfakdfja
