#ABOUT SOFT BODIES

[sleepyhighslvt]

Nothing turns me on more than knowing how much I'm turning you on.. yes. I am bored and sick and craving attention.

#mine #18+ blog #whoops the buttons dont holddd #bd/sm community #free use kink #bd/sm blog #bd/sm brat #bd/sm kink #bd/sm relationship #natural body #fuck my body #nsft #thick vibes only #curvy girls #inbox open #dms open #free use slvt #fr33use #soft tummy #rough cnc #cnc free use #cnc k!nk #daddy's good girl #cnc somno #free use cnc #rough daddy #rough kink #attention wh0r3 #im like a puppy right now pls give me attention omg #pls ignore the spot on my chest lol i dont wanna talk about it lmao

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

running around in circles. nimona and ballister. do you get it. she wakes up from a nightmare and immediately calms down when he comforts her because she trusts him. he quite literally jumps off a balcony because he knows she’ll catch him. she tells him what shapeshifting feels like. lets him bandage her leg. he’s absolutely overjoyed when he sees her again at the end. he goes from rejecting her to accepting her to begging her to come back to rejoicing when she does. not only does she come back to life but she comes back to HIM. to her HOME. SHE FINDS HIM AGAIN IN ANOTHER LIFETIME. SHE GOES BACK TO HIM ON PURPOSE. DO YOU GET IT.

#nimona #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #nimona netflix #nimona 2023 #nd stevenson #my words #CHEWING ON PLYWOOD #sorry i’m incapable of talking about nimona in my inside voice it will happen again #all she ever wanted was a home and a friend and he was just that 😭😭😭 #they trust each other so much…… #i like the book ending too but the movie ending is just so much more soft and forgiving #how could anyone say it was anti-climactic there was literally adrenaline pumping through my body #heart pounding edge of my seat every nerve set ablaze barely keeping it together #anyway nimona clearly Did Something to my brain lmao #go read it and then watch it you won’t regret it!!!!!!!!!! #this is scheduled btw (i Think i have the best posting times for this fandom figured out) #nimona spoilers

[zu-is-here]

welp

#zu art #comic #star sanses #ink!sans #dream!sans #us!sans #swap!sans #underswap!sans #cross!sans #error!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #meme #if you want to know how chaotic my drawings are: I drew this back in December and just /forgor/ about it. :'D #we don't talk about Dream & Swap being the same body type no no~ ;D #I believe that Swap is (was) the only one in their team who kept them under control as Dream is too soft & Ink is generally careless :'D #he's not being hard on them tho; just talking straight (ò_ó ) #like a Dad with two teenagers?? XD

[gunstellations]

confessions

#hankcon #detroit become human #my art #hank anderson #connor detroit #this can be read either way #i initially started this out while i was sad and i drew connor #i think that if connor were to confess first he would get rejected at the beginning by hank deflecting it awkwardly #but then i was okay while drawing and somehow it ended up kind of sweet if you look at it from another angle #so that hank is the one confessing here #but also connor is going absolutely rigid in a very soft way #i like that intepretation because you cant see connors face so you dont know what hes thinking aside from what you can take from his body #language #its either a happy piece or a sad piece if you want it so! #i like to think it gets awkward at first but then they make up later #they both have a lot to sort out about themselves! but they bring out the better in each other #and in my timeline they are intertwined enough that theyre inseperable #thats enough ramblings for now love and peace 🤞🤞

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

#magneto #rogue #rogneto #rogueneto #IT WAS SO DIFFICULT TO PICK ONLY 10 IMAGES. SOSOSOSO DIFFICULT. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE WAS FUCKING SUBLIME. #thank you to the person who pointed out the bg music is ace of base 'happy nation' ;wwwwwww; SUCH A GOOD SONG FOR THIS #okay but for real never have i had a stronger 'GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME' moment #magneto can we all form a queue to dance with you romantically in the air while an audience watches............. #their body language. their HANDS. OLD MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR TONGUE BY HER NECK #no word of a lie ive probably watched this scene 200 times today. new comfort media. inject it directly into my veins. #my husband laughing at me as i rewind and play over and over again from the other side of the room #my fave fave FAAAAVE part of this animation is the lil pan they do #the one between mags and rogue and the lyric 'where the people understand and dream of perfect man' #THERE IS SOMETHING SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC AND ADORING ABOUT IT #disintegrates like a sopping wet piece of bread. thank you animators who worked on this scene #i feel like i am burning with the excitement of a thousand suns over this #xmen 97 #leigh's magneto hours

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wormie wormie wormie wormi-

#tiny little guy!!! teeny thing!!! #i imagine that wormie acts kinda like a cat mixed with a crow #also she Violently wiggles her whole body when she sees barnaby. thank you for coming to my ted talk #fully convulsing. acting as though she's jello in a centrifuge #and she Does Not Stop until she is held so barnaby has to figure out how to pick her up w/o hurting her #its very amusing in my mind... hes laughing his ass off as she flops all over the place #she doesnt make noise except for very brief quiet squeaks!! #also wormie is not technically female. no one knows what the fuck she is if anything #but barnaby started referring to her with feminine terms and it Stuck #kinda like finding a cool object and going 'oh she's neat' #yeah like that! #wormie lore hidden in the fantasy au... #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #im melting picturing barnaby holding her by the 'handle' #he commissioned the harness himself... made out of the same leather as his gloves! & the same etched design as his boots! #guys im so soft thinking about them.... barnaby and his little pet worm... #i imagine he teaches her tricks... carries her on his hat.... baby talks her cause she's just that tiny how could he not.... #im picturing a Scenario where barnaby full speed full force bodyslams eddie who was just walkin along #like Full Force. eddie flies back ten feet and leaves a groove in the dirt when he lands - everyone goes Hey What The Fuck Barn?! #but as soon as he does it barnaby is rushing over like 'omfg im so sorry but i had to - you were about to step on wormie'

[hikeyzz]

tummy n thighs thursday is that a thing ??

#and tiddies actually #just a peak #bitches love me cause i'm soft n squishy #we don't need to talk about how my body dysmorphia is popin out lately bc of my body post-surgery #anywhoooo #incredibly kissable and biteable baby right here #literally made to be kissed and adored quite frankly #sooo who's gonna do it hmm ?? #hikey #hikeyze

[kapitein-oranghien-29]

Lil doodle for @fanaticismrestrained

#im entering mh robotics era once again #dw ill still do furries and soft bodies #what to tag... #new tag? #robots29 #humans29 #kinda? i dont know enough about this dude in all honesty

[the--unalloyed]

let’s talk about the video I just uploaded to my fansly ✨

#about me #me #girls with tattoos #girls with piercings #my face #selfie #curvy and cute #alt girls #my body #nsft #my bewbs #soft girl #bisexual

[perilegs]

I think Gortash's design is very interesting. Yeah sure even his coat's description mentions "a maddening attention to even the most minute details of the filigree," but what I really enjoy about is the sharpness of it all. Humans are all soft, rounded teeth, round ears, even sharp features are in reality, very soft. Gortash's coat's details are all sharp. You couldn't hug him without several pointy miniature horns poking at you. His right hand, has a metal claw on every finger. If you're not careful, even a handshake with Gortash could draw blood. On his left hand, only the ringfinger and pinky are clawed. A gentle touch from that hand could be followed with a sharp blade cutting skin.

His back however? Completely bare from any decoration. He doesn't think anyone will approach, or even see him from behind. His clothes are meant to be seen standing, in front of a crowd, maybe on a throne. Ruling over everyone. However, it's a strange choice to leave your back so bare from what protects you on all other sides. Maybe he thinks his god has his back. Maybe he knows there's no one there. Maybe his trust in himself and those under his rule is firm enough.

#im so normal about this cartoonishly evil terrorist tyrant despotism simulator all around an awful guy #bg3 #gortash #also!!! his coat helps with intimidation and it has not only the sharp bits but also so. SO many images of dragons and the devil faces are #supposed to intimidate too #also. uhm. you guys know how the default durge is a dragonborn? gortash is so soft compared to them. his hands unclawed. his body unhorned. #his teeth human. and how durge has a proficiency in intimidation #im not saying his coat was inspired by the dark urge but im saying you can think about that and have fun with it #this thought and entire post was brought to you by me playing with npc tool and seeing gortash' #artificially clawed hand next to my durge's organic claws #my first durge was a dragonborn and current one is a tiefling... this owrks for both.......

[r3dlif3]

Kakuzu and Hidan would portray intimacy in abnormal ways through acts of affection and affirmation but not in the typical romantic sense like cuddling, dates, i love yous or any of the sort. It's more in the way that Kakuzu would help wash off the blood on hidan's skin, reasoning it's because helping hidan fastens the process and lessens his complaining.But there's a weird layer of intimacy and loyalty behind the action of touching anothers body in such a soft way compared to his usual aggressiveness and lack of care. It's in the way that hidan would mindlessly put his arm around kakuzu to see the map to track the direction they're going and there's a minute of hesitance and allowance before kakuzu grabs hidan's arm to shove it off but it seems like he never does; he just grabs it before Hidan relents and drops it.

It's how Kakuzu stiches hidan's body together piece by piece no matter how many times it comes apart he'll forever be there to piece it back together regardless of him insisting he'll kill hidan himself the next time this happens. How Hidan would compliment kakuzu's ability to kill and fight others, having no clue how else to show how much he adores kakuzu's violence. They're stuck together for however long eternity is to eachother and despite the fact that they'll never explicity say they care or even like eachother it's these acts that establish this boundary.

#kakuhidan #kakuzu #hidan #naruto ramblings #akatsuki #i've been having thoughts about the first idea for so long #that and another post i made about kakuzu cleaning the blood from under hidans nails #i like the idea of them having such awkward ways of touching the others body with softness #they know they'll never do it any other time so i feel like deep down they're taking advantage of the moment to explore the others body #especially kakuzu and how he mends hidans body with such precision and technique with his stiches #naruto

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance knows they’re in for it the second his brain decides to wake him up, because there’s no way he’s up on time. Simulated light shines brightly on their bed, lighting the whole room up, and Lance is groggier than he usually is. They’ve most definitely slept in.

He squeezes his eyes shut, allowing himself three seconds of peace before dragging himself upright, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the mattress, blankets still pulled up to his hips. There’s a low groan from beside him, despairing almost, and the sign of it makes Lance’s lips quirk up despite his morning grouchiness.

“Time to get up,” he says quietly, trying to blink the bleariness out from his eyes. He glances at his slippers, trying to convince himself that it’s worth getting up and facing the day. (It does not go well.)

He boyfriend grunts again, then shifts slightly, dragging his arms out from under his pillow and clamping them around Lance’s waist instead. He squeezes for a moment then relaxes, breath huffing on Lance’s bare skin. Lance places his hand on Keith’s head, brushing through the tangled mullet without looking. Keith makes several pleased noises, muffled by Lance’s hip, where he has decided to keep his face until further notice.

“We’re late for training, baby.”

Keith hums, tightening his hold. “Mhm. Tragic.”

Lance huffs, grin getting a little wider. He tries to look back at his slippers, really convince himself — they are the leaders of Voltron, after all, what kind of example does it set for the rest of the Atlas crew if they don’t bother waking up in the mornings — but he can’t pull his gaze away from Keith.

He doesn’t get the chance, often, to stop and stare. Keith gets self conscious, rarely allowing it, and they’re so busy besides. To have the chance now is a treat. A luxury. A gift, really.

And who is Lance to turn away a gift?

He settles back into the pillows with a sigh, upright enough that he won’t fall back asleep, but reclined enough that it’s clear he’s not getting up, either. The position isn’t lost on Keith, who smiles widely enough that Lance feels it, the slightest press of crooked incisors on the soft skin of his hip.

“Don’t get used to this,” Lance warns. “It’s not happening again.”

Keith kisses him slightly, not moving. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”

Lance tugs on his hair, rolling his eyes. Keith’s shakes slightly as he laughs, completely unintimidated, then settles back in to the bed. His breathing evens, and he’s out within seconds.

“I hate how you can do that,” Lance mutters. “Goober.”

He sits for a while, contemplative, as Keith’s snores full the room again. He traces the shape of Keith’s bare shoulders, the curve of his rins and waist, the jut of his hipbone, the bend of his knee. With his eyes, first, then with light, careful fingers; running along the heat of his boyfriend’s skin, over the sheer just barely covering his backside, as far as he can reach. Not to start something, for once, although he wouldn’t be opposed to it, but to feel his chest expand with every breath, the coarseness of short black hairs covering his skin, the bumps and stutters of scars crisscrossing everywhere he can look. The ridges of a map he’s studied thousands of times before, worshipped, noted and re-noted again and again and again, committed to memory.

“You are the most beautiful thing in this goddamn universe.” It’s a breathless kind of awe, the way he says it, like he’s just discovered it. He hasn’t — he’s known Keith was beautiful for as long as he’s known Keith — but he’s reminded every day, every morning they wake up together, every time they train and Keith’s grace and power is entrancing. He never forgets, but every time he looks at him he’s reminded.

His eyes start to grow heavy. He’s not tired — not really — and he’s only just woken up from hours of sleep, but Keith is so warm. He slides down the headboard of their bed, adjusting himself in Keith’s arms, resting his head on his chest and sliding his hands up his back until they’re resting almost on his shoulders, hooked under his underarms, gripping him like a buoy in deep water. He presses his ear right above his heart, closing his eyes as the steady beat pounds, and matches his breathing to his boyfriend’s snores.

Training can wait.

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based on this post

#one thing about me is imma write these bitches in bed #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #cuddling #post s8 #post canon #body worship #? #soft klance #whipped lance #soft keith #soft lance #affectionate keith #my writing #fic #longpost

[tennessoui]

Obikin body swap idea: getting to see how the other half lives. Anakin just being super flustered by the idea that when he touches himself he's touching his master even for innocent things like running his fingers through his hair or getting to touch his beard.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is trying to cope with how overstimulating Anakin's connection to the force is and even the best shields only dampen it slightly. Inner peace? He doesn't know her.

ooo i feel like when we talk about obikin body swap, this is always what we go with (overwhelmed by his master's body! anakin and overwhelmed by how anakin experiences the force! obi-wan), and it's good it's great i think these are great interpretations of the characters and i can see why it's such a popular take on obikin body swap

so what if that but also:

anakin overwhelmed by how little time obi-wan actually has to himself and how busy he is and him realizing that it's not that obi-wan purposefully doesn't spend as much time with him as he wants it's that obi-wan's body walks down a corridor and two younglings want him to give them a sparring demonstration, four Council meetings are scheduled, and one archives padawan is coming incessantly wanting to ask if he's ready for book club this week because she has thoughts on the last chapter

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obi-wan unused to how strong he feels, how easy the Force suddenly is to manipulate; sure it's loud and i have a soft spot for that sort of headcanon about how anakin experiences the force, but i think we can't forget it wouldn't just just be overstimulating for anakin: it makes him powerful as fuck. obi-wan feels tired and the mechno arm hurts and it's straining his shoulder so he decides to use the force to call his datapaad over from its charging spot, but it zooms over so fast it shatters on impact with the wall

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anakin overwhelmed by the new and unfamiliar aches and pains of obi-wan's body, the way he hurts when he wakes up, the way long space travel makes him feel sick and stiff

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obi-wan realizing how persistent the chancellor is when it comes to comming and meeting anakin for lunch--oh lunch won't work what about tea oh tea won't work what about opera----

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anakin trying spicy food for the first time in obi-wan's body and he's.... actually fine???? cue realizing that obi-wan was just pretending when he was younger to not like spicy food the bastard. (upon confrontation, obi-wan says, 'well it just seemed to mean so much to you on a personal level that i wouldn't be able to handle the heat of tatooinian food, i didn't want to disappoint you but you should really try stewjoni cuisine')

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obi-wan realizing quite quickly that uh. anakin was not ever faking his very low alcohol tolerance

#asks #obikin #do not get me wrong i like a) the switched body trope #and b) the 'anakin is confronted with having everything he has always coveted and yet must resist' trope #paired with c) the 'anakin's connection with the force is deafening and loud and no one else could handle it' #trope well enough #especially when im in the particular mood for b or c (c is rarer for me but i have a soft spot for it) #but i feel like there are so many tropes to pull in for body swap #so many things that would overwhelm each other just about their daily lives #and before someone says something about obi-wan not being able to handle spice or scottish food isnt spicy #those are headcanons that i switch around whenever i want based on my mood i am a river i am a stream etc stewjon can be whatever i want #idk maybe ive just seen asks answered by other blogs with these specific tropes or im combining them in my head or smthng #cant really trust my brain most of the time

[imthursdaysyme]

Stobin and their fall haircuts

#stranger things #drawing #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #robins hair got a little shorter and steves got a little longer #I think they deserve some change for fall like one does #also I'm leaning into the body type of a luchador bc I love how strong they are while still holding that softness to them #I love the co trast of them being the same height and completely different proportions #them: we literally are the same person #every one else: I quite literally have no idea what's going on in yalls minds but I refuse to find out #fall means fall outfits and fall vibes #I think I'm going to draw mr Clark next cause some of my moots in twt are talking a lot about him #or just more perfecting this Steve body tyoe #I literally did not draw men unless I was held at gunpoint before this last summer so Steve has been a journey #I can do like all female body types that ice attempted but men I could barely do one but!! I'm learning!!! #and also looking up so much about luchadors #I've never in my life stared at men's bodies as much as I have these past months #I want to overcome #I want to be able to draw the men #all the men #anyway #digital art #art

[aetheternity]

VENTI is a sub. Lord BARBADOS is a Dom lol

You know what I think a lot of people are mislead but I one hundred percent agree with this statement.

Venti's a little lazy, very relaxed, quite easy going. He enjoys the pleasure of it all. He's never in a rush to cum, always giving as much as he receives. He really quite enjoys his partner taking the lead (specially when he's a little drunk).

Meanwhile Barbatos takes. Devours his lover's warmth. Hugging on so tightly that it's near suffocating. He's definitely broken the bed at least twice. Eyes and markings a glow over his lover's screams and cries.

Though I'm not letting go of the idea that either way he still moans and whimpers like a bottom. It's called duality of man.

#I do still think of Barbatos as a soft dom though #he's rough but never full blown mean #Venti's just far more atmospheric #he loves your body and the way you touch his own #venti thirst #now i feel like writing a whole post about Venti vs Barbatos in the sack #cause it feels like it has layers #venti smut

[valeriianz]

had thoughts about Dream being able to sleep, how soft and human he would look. for your consideration:

Hob announced his arrival from work with a long sigh, heavy with exhaustion, and leaned into the door as he opened it and stepped into his flat. He dropped his keys in the little bowl and toed off his shoes. He had just shrugged off his messenger bag when he noticed a pair of large black boots in the living room, stark against his off-white rug. They were about a meter apart, like they’d been kicked off or tossed aside without a second thought.

With one brow raised, eyes scrupulous, Hob deposited his bag on the couch and bent down to pick up first one boot, then the other, tucking them together and neatly placing them on the wooden floor next to a bookshelf.

“Dream?” Hob called out, straightening up and casting his gaze upon the room. It wasn’t like Dream, when he paid surprise visits, to not immediately be within eyesight of the door, let alone leave his shoes haphazardly on the carpet.

Hob’s eyes landed on the entryway of the hall, spotting Dream’s thick, long coat in a heap on the center of the floor. Worry began to creep in as Hob slowly stepped up to Dream’s mystical coat, his pulse thrumming under his skin. He stooped down, grabbing it by the collar and brushing it off with his other hand. The material felt luxurious in Hob’s hands, soft like cashmere or shahtoosh, but also durable– something akin to wool or even canvas. Hob’s fingers caressed the fabric, feeling the lip of the tall collar between his thumb and fingers. 

Gently folding the coat over one arm, Hob continued down the hall, stepping softly, carefully. 

Hob’s bedroom door was open, the rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window and lit up the entryway, revealing more dark clothes in a jumble leading into the room.

Swallowing, lips parting, Hob bent down once more to collect Dream’s t-shirt, his pants and, following the line of mayhem, his socks, taking them all into his arms. Hob wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he finally straightened up and turned, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Hob almost dropped all the clothes he had spent carefully collecting, his mouth going dry. 

There was a considerable, person-sized lump in Hob’s bed, buried under his thick gray comforter. The only indication that it was indeed Dream laying in Hob’s bed, was the mane of wild dark hair poking out from the mass of linens.

Hob took a step forward, then another, crushing the pile of clothes to his chest as he walked around the bed, his gaze transfixed to the top of Dream’s head– a smattering of black ink spilled on his white pillow. He held his breath as he finally came to face Dream, the only part of him sticking out was his nose and eyes, Dream’s impossibly long lashes draped down, threatening to brush the tops of his cheeks.

Hob felt his jaw drop, lips parting in wonder at this ethereal creature in his bed.

Dream was sleeping.

Or… it looked like he was sleeping. The shape of him steadily rose and fell, imitating breath that Hob knew Dream didn’t need. Hob didn’t think Dream needed sleep, either… or was even capable of it. Was Dream sick? Had he been injured?

Hob quietly deposited the bundle of clothes into a wicker chair in the corner of his room, turning back to Dream and leaning over him, slowly pressing one hand into the mattress next to him, and bringing the other up to lay it against Dream’s forehead.

Hob immediately felt foolish, of course Dream didn’t get sick, he’d nearly beaten it into Hob by now, how Endless never fall ill (not in the way humans do, apparently), but Dream did actually feel quite warm. Hob moved his hand from underneath Dream’s soft fringe, grazing his fingers down the side of his head, brushing the shell of his ear, cheekbone, and across his pointed nose, unable to get any further with the blanket folded up tight around half his face.

With his heart lighter than it’d felt in a long time, Hob couldn’t resist carefully hooking his fingers around the edge of the comforter, leaning in close as he pulled it down to expose Dream’s lips and chin. He looked softer, like this– human and vulnerable. There’s a trust here, Hob knows, his chest tightening, as his knuckles caress down the line of Dream’s jaw, free of blemishes and marble smooth. Hob swallowed again, his eyes flicking down in unrestricted interest at the line of Dream’s concealed body, cocooned in creamy grays. He looked back up, focusing on plush lips that are too red for Dream’s alabaster skin, like they’d been bitten.

Hob’s own teeth pull on his bottom lip, moving his hand to press a thumb against that mouth, barely touching, like a paint brush, dragging it from corner to corner.

“What are you doing?”

Hob huffed a surprised laugh, but didn’t remove his hand. Dream’s voice was lower than usual, thick, and rumbly, pulled from a deep slumber.

“Checking your temperature,” Hob answered in a whisper. His breath caught in his throat as Dream’s eyelids fluttered open, crystal blue eyes focusing right on him.

Christ almighty, he was gorgeous. Hob still couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he was allowed to see this, to be regarded by such beauty, such a divine entity. That he could call Dream his, and be confident in the knowledge that he was Dream’s, too. Hob felt himself begin to shake, his thumb was still at Dream’s lips, which had parted slightly when he’d spoken, his hot breath hitting Hob and causing something both carnal and pure to race through his blood, something devotional.

“You’re quite warm,” Hob tried again. Dream hadn’t spoken, only watched him, like he was waiting for something.

“Yes,” Dream’s voice ran over Hob in that velvety way of his; a warm tide crashing over him and lifting Hob up.

“I was seeking warmth. You weren’t home, and I know how pleasant you are after a long rest.”

“Pleasant?” Hob’s lips curled in a smile, distractedly pressing his thumb a little harder against Dream’s bottom lip.

“Tepid.” Dreams amended, parting his lips and allowing Hob’s thumb access.

Hob gasped softly as Dream bit down, his eyes blazing now, the black of his iris growing so there was no more blue. Hob hummed, his fingers curled around Dream’s chin, tilting it up.

There’s a tongue that swipes the tip of his thumb and Hob knows he’s lost, feigning nonchalance was never his strong suit when it came to this entity in his bed. His heart crashes against his ribs and Hob’s sure Dream can hear it, can hear the desire there.

A bare arm slips out from the pile of gray and latches onto Hob’s bicep, pulling him down. Hob goes along with a smile, getting one knee up on the bed, then the other, dislodging his fingers from Dream’s face to steady himself.

They lift the comforter together, allowing Hob to crawl in next to Dream. The shock of the sudden temperature hike against Dream’s bare skin makes Hob’s breath catch, desperately wishing he’d taken his clothes off first.

“Christ, Dream it’s like a furnace under here.” He’s never felt Dream radiate so much heat before. He truly was learning something new about this man– Endless, every day.

Dream’s long arm pulls the blanket back down, going around Hob’s middle and tucking it under him, coaxing Hob to be flush against his sinew body, usually firm with restrained strength, now soft from sleep. Dream’s chin tilts down, lips brushing Hob’s forehead.

“Could be hotter,” he murmurs, lips traveling down, his sharp nose nudging against Hob’s face, encouraging him to meet him evenly.

Hob is already panting, he’s sure he’s already sweating too, but he meets Dream’s mouth eagerly, pressing hard, getting his hand back on his face to cup Dream’s jaw.

“Well,” Hob pants as Dream wetly breaks the kiss, pressing his lips instead up Hob’s face and into his hairline. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this today.”

Dream hums, the sound reverberating down his body and tickling Hob’s senses. 

“I’m pleased I can still surprise you.”

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #my writing #inspired by this back and forth with mae on the dreamling discord server #which was just us calmly going over how soft and snuggly and heavy Dream would sleep #(if he were able to. and he SHOULD be able to gdi) #i was gonna write some spice but chickened out #something about Dream seeking out warmth #and automatically going to Hob's bed #he chases Hob's natural heat #pressing his body into the sheets and the mattress #heavy like a ton of bricks #the bed the linens... everything smells like Hob and it surrounds Dream #and when he gets Hob under the covers with him Dream just goes feral. pressing his hand under Hob's shirt. rucking it up #feeling the warmth of Hob's skin and positively getting drunk on it #'i want to be smothered' Dream says as his hand travels up to Hob's chest. 'i want to be engulfed. i want it to burn #so it leaves a mark. when you touch me its like a branding iron.' feeling Hob's heat becomes an addition that Dream chases #but i thought that was too spicy for the soft and sleepy mood i was creating lol #anyway! #hope this all fits in the tags