Here's a thought for you re: Hob's daydream's affecting Dream.
Hob, it seems, is oral fixated today.
Dream's attention is divided between Hob's mundane chatter about his students, the attention he always saves to the Dreaming, and... the firm press against his lips, against his tongue, nearly reaching the back of his throat in it's vulgar audacity.
Hob's words trail at those moments, he sounds distracted and like he doesn't really notice the way his words repeat, his gaze dropping again and again, fist clenching when Dream swallows.
Dream huffs through his nose, very well, he will indulge him, if he must.
Subtly, he flicks his tongue across his lips, glancing just in time to see Hob frozen, words forgotten, staring intensely.
And there it is, the push against his lips, the persistent request to open his lips and take, take, take.
wrote it, sent it, didn't look twice, peace
nsfwish under the cut
Dream’s jaw almost drops with the immediate response that garners him, not from surprise, but because he feels as if he needs to.
Hob is hot and huge in his mouth, in his projection, stretching him open and reaching further and further. Hob helping himself to Dream like he’s allowed this– brazen, indecent. Dream swallows again, his amusement veering off course, transforming into something selfish and carnal, something Dream realizes might not work out in his favor.
But he can’t help but tease, just a little. Hoping to catch Hob off-guard and subdue him.
“Something the matter?”
Dream’s voice catches both of them by surprise. It’s low rumble sounding smothered, spoken behind closed lips, or muffled around an over-eager cock, as it were.
Hob looks Dream in the eyes, studying them, perhaps realizing that he’d fallen quiet and was staring at Dream’s lips for a fraction of a second too long, too obvious. Friends don’t look at each other’s lips, don’t stutter over their words, and certainly don’t fantasize– Christ, Dream’s knees hitting the hardwood floor and staring up at Hob, as if in worship, in supplication.
The utter audacity.
“You seem. Distracted.” Dream is proud of how his words remain steady, even as his knees begin to sting and his mouth throbs.
“Do I?” Hob laughs, a tinge of hysteria rolling off it. He finally forces himself to relax, shaking his head, clearing the illusion. Dream’s entire body slumps forward slightly, like he’d been released from a bond that tied him straight and upright.
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"Just leave. Like you did last time. Like you do EVERY TIME!"
(From whoever you want. My heart goes to Nagant because guilty pleasure, but also to Inko. Ultimately as you wish !)
𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | Accepting
The cries of someone who has been betrayed so many times before by someone who claimed to care about them. It is different from Yoichi as his brother was stubborn but so much stronger. He didn't cry he would look him in the eye as those lips upturn into a sneer of defiance. It made it easier to justify to himself that he was being attacked or Yoichi is just being unreasonable.
He can't justify it here.
Not while Inko's eyes are filled with tears. Not when the pain in her gaze is so palatable. As she has allowed him so much freedom and yet in return he always just leaves her. Alone in this home where they had promised to build a life together. He hates this feeling he hates how his body feels disgusted with himself.
Memories of when he had started to have nightmares of the vestige the disgust and horror that he felt guilt. Now those very feelings have returned wanting to claim he doesn't care. That he doesn't need this relationship and he is not about to let her try to dictate how it goes.
But the tears are what stop him. This was not defiance this is a pained acceptance of his betrayal. As if leaving now might as well be declaring that he doesn't care and everything built is to be thrown away. This shouldn't be something he cares about, he had originally meant to use her. Just another pawn in this game he has with the One for All users.
"Inko," he speaks her name almost softly though can see the way her body tenses. This wasn't aggression it was a subtle warning as if saying to stay the hell away from her right now. Emotional and yet still looking him in the eye. It seems he had taken her patience for granted.
This fear. This pain in his chest as watches her cry at the fact he is once more about to leave.
He knows his feelings are genuine, and it is what makes this all the harder. Trying to figure out all the things he wishes to express to her. That he isn't leaving because he wants to what half-lies does he need to spill. What truths can he expose that won't eviscerate him?
"Please Inko. It isn't what you think," he speaks softly almost pleading. "...I'll come back later today when you've calmed down. I swear I love you and our son deeply."
"Hisashi you bastard! Don't you DARE come back after just leaving! Our son needs you now not later! You CAN'T keep doing this!" She shouts at him but he leaves. Like a dog with their tail between its legs rather than a man in complete control. Knowing that she will destroy him verbally the next time they see each other. She had the patience of a saint but only for herself, he should have expected the moment they had a child her patience would be on a timer.
She is a wonderful mother. Izuku is lucky to have her, it's going to be difficult to make up for this.
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Since your tags on Lukes pics are now more hinged, I would like to say a farewell to your (seemingly) ending Luke Hemmings thirst era. I knew that Ashton will win you back at some point but that era was glorious to witness😌 It was a fight between stubborn denial and inevitable heart eyes & dirty thoughts. It gave us many amazing moments, analyses, comments and most important - two fantastic fics♥️ 1/2
Ngl this is one of my favorite asks I've ever gotten 😂😂
And yk what's funny is I'd also noticed that I hadn't had a Luke specific meltdown in a minute? I don't know that it means my Luke thirst era (which you so perfectly summarized here btw, excellent, beautiful tribute 😌🤌🏻) is over necessarily, maybe I've just finally accepted the thirst? Maybe there's not that jarring realization, that internal struggle anymore? Or maybe it's just that he hasn't worn a vest yet this tour. 😏
So with that in mind, I say, stay tuned! We've got a fresh new wave of shows starting tonight and it's both exciting and horrifying to think of what kind of clownery may be in store. 😌😁💙💙
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i say this as someone who has been working on taking this to heart as well, but like......babes....y'all have GOT to let go of the need to have your art is interpreted exactly as you intended it to be. you're fighting a losing battle. nobody, literally NOBODY. will interpret it exactly as you intended it to. that's the beauty of art!
stop needing to control every little thing!! let people interpret it how they want!! even if it's the exact opposite of your own intention!
and i know this is easier said than done, but stop stressing about the bad faith takes as well!!! that says way more about them than it ever will about you!!! block and move the fuck on. or turn off comments! most places let you do that now.
if you're literally so pressed about someone interpreting your art "wrong", you should probably just use geocities or something else and make your own website to host your work, or just stop posting on such public websites in the first place. you will never be able to control how people interpret things, so stop stressing about things you literally have no control over.
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Hdieieje mOCHI ANON HE IS SO PRETTY WHAT THE PHCK–
I THINK THE POSE IS SO ALHAITHAM THO. AS A MAID HE'D PROBABLY BE ALWAYS STANDING UP STRAIGHT EHDHWJSIAUWKAOAKA
Why is he pretty. Yo. Yo if I have him as a maid (impossible considering I'm broke) I'd probably let him just brew coffee too 😔. I wouldn't let this man work I'd let him just do whatever tf he wants before I awkwardly ask him for book recommendations. The fricking tie-collar is giving me life. Alhaitham with a collar is everything to me (see: OCMC lmao–) it gives me dog vibes.
also dang my apologies that your first fic with me is "Careful, He Bites" hAAHAHAHHA– im surprised you'd still read my fics after that one cuz i think i saw replies that said it traumatized them and now they need a fluffier cat ayato (that I won't write cuz I'm a menace hehe) my sincerest apologies lmao–
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