Are You Fucking Kidding Me What About 'i Don't Want To Be On Twitter' Do You Not Understand

are you fucking kidding me what about 'i don't want to be on twitter' do you not understand

Dream hissed as Hob yanked at his harness, "It's fine, Gadling. You need not - ow! - truss me up like a mark." "Trust me, I wouldn’t ‘truss up a mark’ like this.” Hob clipped a carabiner into his begrudging partner’s harness, and supported him through the opened skylight. “Simple wrists tied to headboard tie. Maybe legs apart.” Dream spluttered. He didn’t need to know all this about his colleague. Who was maybe very sexy, dressed in all black. “If it was you, I’d tie you up in a way you couldn’t fucking move.” Maybe he did need to know all this.

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"Hob Gadling, you need not--"

"I know it's not magical, or something you need or anything, but I saw it in a market and I thought of you."

D2 - Magical Pendant

I dunno if this has been posted yet, but.....

Keep this shit off AO3

We don't want that kind of pearl clutching 'christian' conservative sitting on the AO3 board. Keep Moms For Liberty out of our fanfiction.

"Shit! They're onto us. Come on!" Hob pulled Dream along, slipping into another room as a stampede of hired security stormed down the hall. "We're going to be made out. This is not good, Dream." "We're not going to be made out." Dream snapped, rucking up his shirt and messing up his hair even more. "How much would you like to bet they are significantly discomforted by queer presence?" Realisation dawned, and Hob smirked. "Aren't you a clever little cookie." And then pushed Dream against the wall, kissing him as deeply as he possibly could. Without missing a beat, Dream wrapped a long leg around Hob's waist, groaning into his mouth when Hob yanked it even higher, leaving him even more spread out and exposed. "You taste like- like honey. And mint." "Do you like it?" Dream purred, and then gasped as Hob ground his hips against him. "Please-" The door burst open, and then immediately slammed shut, with the suit grunting in disgust. Hob laughed, running a hand down Dream's hitched leg, and kissing him again. Until Dream pushed him off. "We can make it to the safe before they return. Then reach the second building by roof." "Seriously?"

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Arrogant, prideful, and positively stinking of old money and connections, Dream of the Endless perfectly embodied the type of dancer Hob hated with all his heart.

The worst part?

He was good enough to justify the arrogance.

Trained since the minute he could stand, Dream was graceful, strong, and had developed a style that was so uniquely his that even one performing the exact same choreography couldn’t hope to even compare.

He had already been at the studio for hours before Hob signed in, soft music playing as he worked at the barre. Hob had tried to go say hi, but a loose floorboard had him stumbling and bumping into Dream.

“Kindly attempt to manage your own body.” Dream snapped as he picked himself up, before Hob gathered his wits enough to apologise, let alone offer a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself.” Hob smiled sheepishly. “Since we’re going to be working together and all.”

“Perhaps reconsider your method of introduction, going forward.” Dream moved away from Hob, crossing his arms. He clutched the shoulder Hob had bumped, but Hob knew he hadn’t pushed so hard that he was injured.

Unless he already had a preexisting injury. In that case… Shit.

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