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landwriter · 1 year

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Picnic | Dream/Hob | 1.7K | G light and happy fluff, Hob loves springtime, Matthew hates giving dating advice, and the only pining is Dream pining for an A+ in dating, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

for Domaystic Drabbles, Day 4: Packed Lunch ty to @softest-punk for twigging me to the sweet @domaystic prompts. It got a little out of hand!

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Hob had seen several thousand fine spring days. He’d seen keen snowdrops surfacing in February, a hundred congregations of crocuses bursting forth to greet the turning of the seasons, and entire delegations of wild daffodils lancing through leaf-fall and trumpeting their blossoms with an attitude that suggested they knew themselves to be the first and only creatures to master the colour yellow. He’d watched six centuries of human habitation dusted with the same fine pollen as alder and birch unfurled their catkins like festival garlands, and he’d— he’d gotten distracted again.

He blinked at the paper in front of him. He’d forgotten it was there. Or that he was meant to be grading it.

That, too: six centuries of the wild joy of spring distracting him from whatever passed for worthy toil at the time. Six centuries of the whiff of warm breeze setting off some yet-unexplained chemical reaction in his brain that made him want to dash outside and not come back in for weeks. Six centuries of him becoming temporarily mad and cheerfully insufferable to all those around him with the joy of it. He’d never get used to it, and Christ help him if he let anyone around him get used to it either.

“What a gorgeous day,” he remarked, to the untouched stack of student work.

It said nothing back, but he beamed down at it anyway, and then, sighing in the manner of a man happy to be defeated, turned his office chair to face the cracked-open window and watch the house martins build their newest nest.

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“Matthew.”

“Yeah, boss?”

“I require your counsel. For a human matter.” Dream’s brow was furrowed, his manner grave. Hob, then.

Matthew inclined his head and hopped sideways in what he’d decided was the corvid equivalent of girding his loins.

“Hob keeps commenting on the weather on our outings.” He sounded anguished.

“The weather?” he repeated dumbly. Thank fuck. Two days ago it had been the number of orgasms human males required. Daily. Which, good for the two of them, but c’mon. Matthew had really not needed that knowledge about the kind of refractory period and appetite you acquire after half a millenia of boning. Hob, unfortunately, was Dream’s first human boyfriend, and the boss was setting about his new function with all the usual terrifying intensity and insane demands of perfection. In service of this, Matthew (unilaterally and undemocratically, he might add) had been named Arbiter Of All Things Men, which seemed kind of like a reach considering he was a bird, and one who’d been only, like, a little bisexual in his human life. The Corinthian was always skulking around. He wasn’t human either, but at least he’d fucked dudes. He’d have tips. Or Loosh! Loosh knew everything. She could give Dream books and send him off. Instead of Matthew trying to remember how the fuck dating worked.

“-time we’ve met this week.”

“Right,” said Matthew vaguely.

“What does he mean by it? He knows I cannot change the weather in the Waking. He asks nothing of me, and yet it is incessant.”

“Complaining about it, huh? Humans love to complain, boss.”

“No,” said Dream, looking wretched. “Worse. Earnest, ceaseless praise.”

“Oh. Sure. Of course.” What?

Dream was pacing the throne room like he was auditioning for community theater. “At the National Gallery, he daydreamed of the city park outside while feigning to contemplate a Pesellino. I took him to a production of Macbeth at the Globe, and afterwards, he said that even after centuries, it was never less than marvelous to watch. He was referring to the swifts feeding above us in the third act. Naturally.”

Matthew made a sympathetic noise. If he didn’t know when to keep his mouth - er, beak - shut, he’d say that Dream sounded like an insecure lover. Jealous, as best he could tell, of the change of seasons for stealing away some of Hob’s uncannily boundless affections.

“Well?” Dream stared at him in askance.

“Uh.” He floundered. Spring shit, spring shit. “You could take him on a picnic.” Yeah. Chicks loved picnics.

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Dream had appeared in his office with a wicker basket that looked stolen from a Beatrix Potter story. A delicate gingham square peeked from the lid. It looked big enough to set up a naughty rabbit for life. He set it on Hob’s desk and then primly folded his hands behind his back.

“Hullo, you.” Hob stood and kissed him on the cheek. “What’s the occasion?” He suspected that there was none. Dream had been taking dating him very seriously. It was delightful.

“Matthew has suggested you require a picnic,” said Dream. Except he said it the way someone else might say The doctor has suggested it’s terminal.

Dream had been taking dating him very seriously. It was also, sometimes, awful.

“Oh, darling. That’s so sweet. But I don’t require anything special, you know. Just you, when you’ve got time to drop in. We could do something else.”

“We shall not. I have packed us lunch.”

“Alright, you stubborn creature. Maybe I do require a picnic.” He offered his arm to Dream. “Come on, I know a place.”

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Lunch was too piddling a word for the spread Dream had packed. Lunch was a crust of bread and ale, or pottage. Lunch was a Sainsbury’s Egg & Cress Sandwich wolfed down with the last of the morning’s flask of Yorkshire Tea. This was a feast. A temple offering. For Hob. His chest twinged a little with affection. God, he was in love.

“This pleases you,” said Dream, who was looking unfairly elegant for someone sat on a gingham blanket with a bit of clotted cream on the side of his mouth.

Hob kissed it away. “Oh, yes.”

“More than our other...dates.”

“Oh,” said Hob, who was sometimes slow on the uptake, but after several centuries, didn’t miss much at all. “I’ve loved all of them. But this-” he gestured sweepingly around at Primrose Hill, the green ash shading them, the pleasant urban pastoral of joggers and families and dogs and other love-struck couples, all breathing in the same warm afternoon air, “-is exactly where I want to be, today. Outside, among all the life. In the thick of spring. It’s perfect.”

Dream followed Hob’s gaze, and studied the tableau. “There is nothing exceptional about this weather or setting.” He sounded as nonplussed as creature with nearly infinite age and knowledge could sound.

Hob laced his fingers through Dream’s, and tried to see what he saw. No great stories, really. Pedestrian daydreams of food and sun and sex, probably, of pay raises and summer vacations to Mallorca and Ibiza. Humanity being predictable, and life doing the same thing it did every year, to Dream’s uncountable thousands.

“No, I suppose not, but that’s why I love it, too. It’s familiar. Constant. Centuries, and it catches me out each time. It’s always arrived, no matter how bad things were for me. Always been there to celebrate with me when they’re wonderful. Like now.”

Dream looked sidelong at Hob. “Like now,” he echoed. Unsure, and stubbornly unwilling to make a question of it. The ache in Hob’s chest redoubled itself.

“Like now,” he promised. “It reminds me of you, too, you know. We always met in June, Dream. In 1789, watching the first trees budding nearly drove me mad with anticipation. Ninety-nine years and nine months. And you were always heralded by the same signs.” He traced circles on Dream’s pale palm, imagining it sun-kissed. “In 1989, when spring turned all the way into summer and you were still gone, I think my heart broke a little. I’d hoped, until then. That you were just late. With the swifts,” he said, quiet.

“Hob.” Dream had moved across the picnic blanket in his preternaturally fast way, and was now more or less in his lap, gripping Hob’s shoulders.

“Sorry,” he said, grimacing. “I’m being horrifically soppy. Must’ve been the scones. It’s alright. You’re here now. All that matters.”

“Robert Gadling,” said Dream. Hob blinked at that. He’d only ever gotten the full name treatment when Dream was still his Stranger, and only then when he’d disappointed him. “If you dare apologize for such a fine expression of your sentiment, I will be wroth with you.”

“Sorry,” he said again, smiling this time.

“I am honoured you associate me with the season you most adore. I would have it that you never pass another Spring waiting for me. If you wished such a thing.”

It sounded a little like a marriage proposal, which was something his heart really could not cope with the full size of at the minute. Not with so much love already around. Not if Dream didn’t intend to say it like that. He went for levity instead.

“Even though it’s driven me to distraction every time you’ve taken me out this week? Even if all I want to do for weeks is lie around outdoors and hold hands?”

Nearby, a baby started wailing. Dream, to his credit, didn’t even glance away. “Yes,” he said, perfectly solemn, perfectly certain. “Even then.”

“Well, that’s alright then,” said Hob, fighting an urge to start crying a little as well. “I would, as a matter of fact. Wish such a thing.”

They looked at each other, besotted, while the wailing continued.

“Only,” murmured Dream, “must it be in Anthropocene?”

“What?”

“Lie down, lover.” Hob did, a delighted suspicion creeping over him as Dream reached into his jacket pocket. Dream stretched over him, and spoke it low into his ear: “And I will take you to a Spring no man has seen.”

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Matthew was eating scone crumbs and congratulating himself on his good sense to suggest a picnic. Birds loved picnics too. He hadn’t realized how much until this moment. Jesus. Picnics were a great idea. He was going to tell Dream that human men required them weekly during courtship.

“Thanks for bringing home leftovers, boss,” he said, spraying crumbs all over Dream’s shoulder.

Dream was too preoccupied to mind, or even notice. He waved an imperious hand. “It’s nothing. We absconded from the Waking shortly after we arrived. I have finally given Hob a worthy date. I showed him the virtues of picnicking in a Dreaming Spring.” Oh my god. Dream actually had been jealous of the weather. Because he hadn’t made it for Hob.

“What, no ants?” he offered.

“Hardly so prosaic,” said Dream. He glowed with satisfaction. “The very first.”

#dreamling #domaystic2023 #extremely soft and silly #picnics and ants and trying to make your new boyfriend happy #domestic fluff: early dating edition #the sandman #my writing #fic post #dream of the endless #hob gadling #ants first appeared in the mid-cretaceous 90 million years ago #dream taking hob to a shakespeare play when he could take him to lunch with DINOSAURS (and the first ants ofc)#wouldn’t be a picnic without the threat of ants

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nom-central · 3 months

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"Haah...you settling in alright, bud?"

His client had just finished filling his stomach, and they were already squirming around in either displeasure or panic. "Easy, easy..." He patted at the squirming bulge in his stomach in an effort to soothe them. "I'm here to keep you safe, remember? You'll be escorted just as I promised, sorry about swallowing you so suddenly like that...but nobody should bother you if you're hidden. Just sit tight and relax, alright bud?"

Although his methods were a little...unorthodox, he enjoyed getting escort jobs. In general he loved working as a sort of bodyguard, protecting people made him feel happy and fulfilled. Though eating his clients wasn't exactly a part of the job...their motto was "Your Shield," and what better way to do that than to shield someone with your whole body? Anything that wanted to hurt them would literally have to go through him, and he wasn't about to make it easy for anyone.

Resting his hand on his stomach, he felt his charge finally start to settle down. Good, now he could start moving. The other good thing about this is that he didn't have to worry about eating on the job like this...though he might take a few breaks along the way. Working on a full stomach did feel pretty nice.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore drabble #quartersize vore #protective vore #male pred #a little shy about putting this in my silly little fandom tag but id like to be able to find it later so.#if you know who this is congrats! if you dont know good #project vore

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sillylilprey · 2 months

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opinions on plushie preds go‼

Probably one of of the most underrated preds, like, there is such a sense of nostalgia with plush preds for me!

I used to have a shark sleeping bag, thing, and that was probably one of the reasons I got into vore. I would just lay inside it for hours. (Even though it would feel like I was 2 feet away from the sun) but it just captured my imagination as a kid.

It's just like, your old plushies you love are alive?? And wanna keep you close and protect you??? Yeah!!! I like that!!!

Also plush stomach, which is basically just Is small chamber made of pillows, and fluffy tummy?? Yes please :)

#safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #vore talk #v0re #silly asks #extreme cuddling

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blebsandgears · 28 days

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Here’s a trope I think should be used

Prey being cornered by a pred and instead of getting eaten, prey in a panic eats the pred

#silly vore stuff #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #vore blog #v0re #comfort vore #vore talk #pred oc #non fatal vore #vore stuff #vore tag #tw vore #vore tropes #vore thoughts #vore tw

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nompunhere · 4 months

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does anyone want this galaxy-ish tum I doodled in a magma session like 2-3 months ago and never posted

(definitely wasn't inspired by a Character from a Media or anything haha whaaaaaat nooooo)

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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that focus only on hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.

#vore art #my art #extreme cuddling #I mean no one's actually IN the tum so do I put it in the soft vore tag n shiet orrrrr-#if you ask me who the character is I cannot guarantee an answer #but anyway yeah I. definitely didn't only just remember to post this because of going through chrome and closing tabs #of course not. that'd be silly #hopy ship I had to scroll far to find my DNI. haven't used it in a post in a while

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tenthrees · 1 year

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@usergif 1 year celebration: shuffle challenge day #4: color manip / free choice / last played song ↳ LOVERBOY by Sir Sly

Opening up after deafening loss is definitely hard Let me be happy, I've carried my cross This life is what we make it Done with all the fake shit I only wanna be your lover boy Silly fuckin' loverboy

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hanakihan · 8 months

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Some Chulwoo headcanons because why the fuck not

- both of them don’t really know when they fell in love with each other; it just happened. one moment they’re meeting purely as a hunter and a representative of KHA during one of incidents, next they’re literally living together. but truth be told it happened gradually, the more and more small meetings they had purely because of jinwoo’s (mis)adventures the more they started to learn about other. by time jinchul asked jinwoo to meet gunhee they were on close friendly terms and jinwoo easily knew how jinchul drunk (but not loved) his coffee, while jinchul knew that he and jinwoo share taste in tea. /jinwoo will never admit that his heart skipped a beat at jinchul’s relieved smile when he agreed to meet gunhee, nope. jinchul will absolutely never admit that jinwoo’s showoff in dungeon worked/

- jinwoo had a tendency to randomly appear near jinchul and thus scaring him. he ultimately stopped appearing unannounced after startled jinchul knocked him out several times with his kick or punch.

- jinwoo unironically got scared by jinchul several times after they stated to live together. first time it happened jinwoo got up to drink cocoa only to stumble in dark corridor with sleepwalking jinchul. jinchul has no idea he actually sleep walks and jinwoo doesn’t see any need in telling him so (but he’s not more careful when walking around apartment at night and makes sure his summons keep track on jinchul when it happens).

- jinwoo is one of few people that know that jinchul hates coffee but drinks it to be functional. he once brought jinchul a good cup of coffee as an apology and while jinchul’s face said nothing he saw how man’s lips slightly curved down and he had overall air of displeasure. after that jinwoo makes sure to get jinchul best brands of tea (when fucking up) or herbal tea that helps with sleep or stress relief.

- their first ‘kiss’ was absolutely not romantic. it happened after jinwoo’s awakening as monarch, angry and worried jinchul marched to jinwoo (while himself being barely allowed out of bed and having his hand in a brace) and grabbed him by hospital garb and just kept angry breathing because no words came out. man eventually gave up trying to say anything and just tiredly placed his head on jinwoo’s shoulder, jinwoo in return kissed his messy hair as a sort of comfort because he also has no words. they sat silently like that until both fell asleep in the most awkward pose.

- after that jinwoo actually found out that he likes to kiss jinchul’s hair because it’s just so fluffy and smells like citrus. first time he tried to do that after they both got out from hospital he was greeted by gel in jinchul’s hair and spent long time spitting it out.

- jicnhul accidentally found out that jinwoo is in fact a big lazy cat. he likes to be petted and scratched and has an awful tendency to lean on jinchul. he also doesn’t know what ‘personal space’ means.

- both of them are so tired and overworked they barely have time for proper meetings outside work. they even rarely spend time in each other’s apartments, but when it happens it’s usually one or both of them crashing on bed to just sleep. when things become more stable they actually buy a shared apartment because managing two separate ones is a pain.

- both of them are not morning persons, but jinchul handles it slightly better due to his working schedule. he’s still sleepy and tired but he can collect himself to get ready and even cook something easy for him and jinwoo who takes longer to get up. it’s completely reverse when jinchul knows he doesn’t need to get up early, man can sleep until lunch if someone won’t wake him up. one time it was so bad jinwoo wasn’t able to wake him up until his carried this blanket burrito to kitchen and woke him up with smell of food.

- both of them are fashion disasters, so it’s usually girls helping them out or pick casual wear. even jinwoo was actually scandalized to learn jinchul has almost to none casual wear. after girls dragged them through every cloth store jinwoo actually didn’t recognize jinchul in casual wear until jinah lost it and laughed. and then jinchul had no idea why people kept staring at him while jinwoo was annoyed people do stare at him.

- usually it’s jinchul offering jinwoo psychological comfort when jinwoo starts to fear he’s losing himself and his humanity. jinwoo can openly talk about his fears and jinchul just silently embraces him this whole time offering all the comfort he can provide. in rare instances jinchul is having a mental breakdown from work jinwoo is the one to take the burn of it, of yelling and swearing and broken furniture. he’s never angry at jinchul for that, instead offering comfort and peace when jinchul calms down and starts to regret it.

- their first actual kiss was really accidental. jinwoo leaned too much to see papers better while jinchul explained, and when jinchul turned his head jinwoo was too close so they ended up touching lips. it was really awkward because it was right in front of KHA members and gunhee.

- jinwoo knows jinchul is a really strong hunter but there’s still that irrational fear of having jinchul in a dungeon. he’s extremely happy that jinchul’s job rarely involves actual raids but when it happens he makes sure to have beru or igris to accompany him just in case.

- jinwoo never understood how exactly his animal summons ended up loving jinchul more than him. even worse is that out of them all only kamish can give any answer but dragon just huffs and proceeds to nap in jinchul’s arms like a big domestic cat after he learned how to shrunk himself. jinwoo labeled him a traitor.

- both of them try their best to not have secrets from each other. both are also self sacrificial idiots. they really try their best.

- jinchul was actually afraid of properly meeting jinwoo’s family because jinchul himself is an orphan that managed to snatch the heir of family. jinchul isn’t a coward but closer they got to door the more he wanted to run away. in the end he was warmly welcomed into family with no issues whatsoever.

- jinwoo had a crisis when he realized he actually likes when jinchul commands him. be in in daily life or in bed. especially in bed he’s more than happy to be a service top because jinchul is too tired to do anything himself.

- after sleepwalk scare fiasco jinwoo developed sleeping octopus tendencies to keep man in bed at nights. this backfired because jinchul has problems to untangle himself at mornings.

- jinchul tried to keep his relationship a secret, turns out everyone knew long time ago and placed several bets. needles to say jinchul almost murdered entire KHA stuff until betrayal from gunhee crit hit him. his own boss and father figure was the one to initiate bets. jinwoo knew but did nothing because it’s just hilarious.

- surprisingly enough they did get married, but jinwoo being jinwoo (disaster) did it any other way but not classic one. he found wedding rings in one of dungeons with insanely good stats and shared buffs. proceeded to give one to jinchul (without checking that it’s wedding rings). got them married by some outwordly weird ass way. they still have no idea how exactly it works and what more needs to be done. jicnhul theorizes they’re stuck together for life.

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #they’re silly #but also soft #and dumb #extremely dumb #wedding rings made them share some stuff between them #(it was braincells)#jinwoo has suit kink thanks to jinchul #then he sees him in casual wear and is having a heart attack #jinchul has a weird thing of being in control but also allowing himself to be manhandled #he’s a tired man okay #chulwoo

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yummyyummie · 11 months

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What are the things that get you going about vore... I like the romantic parts... The closeness

Have a Mari gushing about it

Really it boils down to intimacy and power differences (also sub/dom-like dynamics), sometimes both, both is very fun

Thoughts about being gulped by big monster women go brrrrr

#tw vore #v0re #safe vore #soft vore #ask #anon #oc marimoo #doodles #text #just talking #extreme cuddling #vore is a odd thing that is a bit of this n that #sometimes it's fun if it's a lil silly #sometimes it's really intimate and personal #sometimes it's just weird #but actually exploring it as a kink has been nice for the soul

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sillylilprey · 2 months

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Imagine, a pred who just noms their friend at the most random of times, doing the dishes? Nom. Sleeping? Nom. Having a conversation with someone else? Nom. Doing anything other than giving the pred attention? Nom.

And based on the thing prey was doing, their thoughts can go from "I love you, (platonic or romantic) you silly goof." to "I will fucking kill you as soon as I get out of here."

#safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #vore talk #I survive off of silly playful preds #extreme cuddling

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im-just-a-little-freak · 4 months

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a pred cuddling a prey: it takes a hug like no problem

the prey who’s confused but enjoying the attention: :)

the pred: right, not afraid at all, that’s a great prey right there

#Silly #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #tw vore #non fatal vore #g/t vore

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