#hobrintheus

[alexxuun]

I like my men like I like my sleeping schedule (fucked up).

[tampire]

The Hobrintheus Trinity

[looseinthecatroom]

I’ve been reading a lot of hobrintheus lately

[tree-lizard]

It's kinda like teamwork, that's sweet

[lovinodrawz]

Fandom: *fighting over which ship is better - corintheus or dreamling*

Meanwhile me shipping hobrintheus:

[notallsandmen]

[gourmet-trash]

Okay so hear me out but Rose working on some creative writing assignment or short story that involves a character getting stabbed or cut or whatever. And Corinthian proofreading like, "The lead up is good, but I'm telling you, Rosebud, this just isn't what it's like." "I can't write it the way you described it!" "Well why not? I'm the authority here, aren't I?" Rose throws her hands up. "Because you like stabbing things, and the protagonist doesn't like getting stabbed."

Corinthian clicks all three of his tongues and flips to the next page. "That doesn't excuse a poor description of handling the knife."

"I'm sorry, all right? I just understand better when I'm seeing stuff rather than just hearing about it," Rose says, sighing. She shouldn't have waited so long to start this project. And it's not like her creative writing professor is going to spend this much time fussing over the scene, but now that she's aware it's wrong, it's going to eat at her until she gets a pass from the Corinthian.

Corinthian who, after a moment, lifts his head from the pages he's reviewing. And even with his sunglasses on, Rose has learned to recognize that particular look on his face. This can't be good.

"You know," he says, drawing his words out the way he usually does when he's leading into the kind of suggestion he knows doesn't align with "human moral values" as he's put it on more than one occassion. "If you need a visual and a more first hand account of what getting stabbed feels like..."

"No," Rose says immediately.

"Why not? It's a perfect solution!" Corinthian insists.

"I'm not gonna watch you kill somebody!" Rose says. "...Again."

There's a soft click-click of unseen teeth that Rose associates with Corinthian's version of "rolling your eyes." "I'm not suggesting we kill somebody," he says, "Couldn't if I tried anyway!"

"No," Rose repeats when she realizes what, exactly the Corinthian is suggesting.

"Oh, come on," Corinthian says, waving the heavily marked pages of her story between them. "We could at least ask, right? And he could definitely give you some pointers on writing about being stabbed."

"....Well...that part's probably true," Rose admits slowly. Being able to ask specific questions would also be more useful than a bunch of questionable Google searches.

"So....?" She sighs and gets up from her desk, rolling her eyes at the wide grin Corinthian flashes for it. "Just to ask if he can give me some advice! That's it," she says, pulling in the same firm voice she uses to tell Jed that they absolutely are not having chicken fingers for dinner again.

"You want to stab me for a creative writing assignment?" Professor Gadling repeats slowly.

"No!" Rose says at the same time Corinthian says, "Yeah, that sums it up."

Rose shifts on Professor Gadling's couch so she can kick Corinthian's ankle beside her, feeling vindicated by the echoing hiss of air between teeth. "Well that was uncalled for," he grouses, pointedly proping that ankle up on his knee away from her. Like she can't reach the other one if she wants.

They spend a few moments glowering at each other - Rose trying to decide if she wants to kick him again and Corinthian trying to predict said kick so he can avoid it. They're both interrupted by Professor Gadling setting mugs in front of them and lowering himself into an arm chair.

"Thank you, Professor," Rose insists, reaching out to take hers. "What Corinthian meant to say is that I'm working on a story for class and he doesn't think my action scenes are...authentic enough. I was wondering if you might be willing to proofread a bit? Or give me some advice to make it sound more realistic?"

"On account of you having been stabbed so many of times," Corinthian helpfully adds over the top of his mug. Rose doesn't know a lot about British tea, but she knows there's an absurd amount of milk (and probably sugar) in his judging by the color.

Professor Gadling, thank god, looks more amused than anything else. Rose suspects he's used to a lot of this on account of whatever is going on between him and Corinthian and Uncle Morpheus, but she keeps that particular thought to herself. That's a topic better left for gossping with Matthew.

"That is, unfortunately, true," Professor Gadling agrees. "I'm happy to answer any questions you have."

"Now, Rose, didn't you tell me earlier that you have a hard time understanding something that's just said out loud to you, though?" Corinthian drawls.

"Maybe it's just the way you describe things that's hard," she argues, rolling her eyes again when he lays his fingertips against his chest like a stricken southern belle.

Professor Gadling chuckles into his own tea while he watches them bicker, and after a moment he shrugs and rocks back onto his feet. "All right, come on. We're not doing this so close to the rug and the furniture."

"What?" Rose says, but Professor Gadling is already carrying his tea towards the kitchen, and Corinthian wastes no time abandoning his own mug on the coffee table to follow. Rose curses softly and moves Corinthian's mug onto a coaster before hurrying after them.

"Professor, you really don't have to do this," she insists.

But by then, Professor Gadling has already shrugged out of his cardigan and is considering the shirt underneath. "Probably more helpful to see the blood spread on the fabric, right?"

"Yeah, that would fit the scene better," Corinthian agrees, flipping a knife over his fingers and looking her way. "Right, Rosebud?"

When she doesn't immediately answer, Professor Gadling looks over, and something in her expression must read as more than concerned for his safety, because he walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. If it'll help what you're writing, I really don't mind, Rose. And frankly, if I don't let him stab something now, he's probably going to find something to stab," he jokes with a pointed glance at Corinthian.

Corinthian does not correct him, so he's probably right about that.

Even so, Professor Gadling's expression is soft when he turns back to her." But if it's not something you're going to be comfortable seeing, we also don't have to do this. We can go back to the couch and you can ask questions. I'll try to describe things better than Cor does."

She makes a small, amused sound, but she still feels her brows knitting in together. Was she comfortable seeing this? She hadn't even stopped to consider that, so set as she'd been that this wouldn't be a possibility in the first place. And now that it was, she didn't know if she wanted it to be.

Corinthian leans his hip against the counter beside them and tilts his head. "You like horror movies, Rose?"

She blinks, turning from Professor Gadling's concerned expression to Corinthian's considerably more mild one. "Um...yeah, I do."

"Cause in a horror movie, even if people are getting hurt, you know they're actually okay, right?" he reasons. "The actors walk away right as rain after the credits start rolling."

She frowns slightly but nods.

"Hob does that too. You know he's actually okay and he'll walk away right as rain after all this. Not that different from watching a real good horror movie."

Professor Gadling makes a soft, amused sound, and when Rose glances back at him, he has a wry, affectionate look on his face. "That's...not a bad way of putting it," he agrees. "Even though none of those actors are actually getting stabbed."

"Details," Corinthian scoffs.

"And you're sure you're okay with this Professor?" Rose asks, relaxing a bit when he nods.

"I wouldn't have said yes otherwise. And stab wounds don't take that long to heal. I can even show you when it's healed up if that'll help."

Rose glances between them, Professor Gadling waiting patiently for her to decide what she'd like to do and Corinthian looking like he might jump in and start stabbing at a moment's notice regardless.

Something about the scenario feels a little too familiar. Not for her, of course. But between the two of them. She's starting to think this isn't the first time Professor Gadling has let himself get stabbed, and she's starting to think she doesn't want to look too closely into that.

"....Uncle Morpheus isn't going to like this," she points out, watching the two of them exchange a quiet, but communicative glance.

"Well your Uncle Morpheus doesn't have to know if we hurry up," Corinthian insists, lifting a wrist to check his watch. "We still got some time before he gets back with Jed."

Professor Gadling snorts softly. "We'll worry about Morpheus," he says. "So?"

"....Okay. Okay, yeah, let me just grab my notebook!"

"Attagirl!" Corinthian crows, shaking his knife a bit like one might a trophy they've won. And as soon as she's back, he waves her over to show her the grip he has on the handle so she can jot down notes.

And that's how Rose spends the afternoon in Professor Gadling's kitchen being shown precise knife handling techniques, blood spatter behavior, and getting a first hand account of what being stabbed feels like in real time. All of it turn out to be tremendously helpful in her story edits - she gets Corinthian and Professor Gadling's approval before turning it in. (The former insists she should consider writing more action like this in the future and he's, of course, happy to help with additional research.)

She gets an A. [ next → ]

[valiantstarlights]

Please don't fall in love

with me. I am an asshole

and a sad wet cat.

- a haiku by Dream of the Endless

[gabessquishytum]

Dream found himself as findom for two men. He meets Corinthian, ceo of a big tech company, online before he even knew findom was a Thing. Hes just a natural tho and proceedes to humiliate Corinthian for being such a pathetic man for needing to buy the privilege of taking dream shopping in the first place. Dream hasnt even let Corinthian do more than place a hand on his lower back when theyre out and Corinthian wants to take dream to a luxury fucking beach resort even if dream decides to ignore him the entire time.

Dream meets hob gadling by accident. Hes also in the tech industry, not that dream cares or listens when hob is buying him the most expensive drinks at the bar theyre at. Dream knows what hes doing by now, and he thinks he would rather like to cuck the both of these men against each other.

Corinthian is furious when dream cancels an appointment with a jeweler with him to go to DINNER with his business rival HOB GADLING whos one of the cockiest assholes hes ever met and hes not even suave or cool about it like Corinthian hes loud and brash and obnoxious and he gets to take dream on an actual DATE???

dream plays them against each other relentlessly and industry conferences have never been more tense.... it all errupts when Corinthian finally gets the privilege of taking dream to a gala (whatever gown jewelry and shoes dream wants are provided ofc) and dream even allows him to kiss the back of his ringed hand like this is seriously the best night of the Corinthian’s life and he knows hob fucking gadling is going to be there and see who his plus one is which is even better... until near the end of the night dream has slipped from his side and Corinthian sees hob gadling helping dream into his stupid little sportscar. He shows up to hobs hotel room and dream answers in his little silk pajama set.

"Believe it or not Corinthian but i do need someone who can pleasure me sexually"

Thats how dream gets two very eager to please service tops and dream has them bid on whos allowed to eat his pretty cunt out<3

-🔪

Hnnnggg we'll stick with the findom theme tonight because I'm low-key obsessed. I love how you've flipped it make Dream the dom. I think he would be amazing tbh. Those cold blue eyes, that slightly sneering mouth. He was made to walk on pathetic men in his $10,000 dollar heels.

Poor Cori, showing up at that hotel room. He's so hard in his perfectly pressed trousers. And he's almost pathetically grateful when he's allowed into the room! Except for the fact that Hob is there, shirt sleeves rolled up, holding a glass of something expensive and alcoholic. Dream sits delicately in Hob’s lap while Cori just stands there, seething with rage and lust.

First they bid for a kiss. Dream sets up a time limit and sits back, sipping his drink while Hob and Cori spit bids at each other, higher and higher with little or no regard for the consequences. Cori wins - he doesn't even flinch as he writes a cheque for $80,000. Oh, its so worth it. Dream swishes over and melts into Cori's arms. The kiss is the most wonderful, delicious, intoxicating thing. Dream mewls into his mouth and submits when Cori licks at him, and it's just perfect. Until it's over. And Hob is still there, legs spread, smirking as Dream slips away from Cori's grasp.

"I hope you enjoyed it, because that's all you're getting." Hob says, and he slips his arm around Dream’s waist. Cori is outraged - he's never been allowed to touch Dream like that... without paying. "Or maybe he could pay to watch while i eat your cunt. What do you think, darling?"

Dream just smiles. "If he can afford it."

And Cori knows that he's being goaded, but fuck it feels so good. He knows he's going to cum his brains out tonight, whatever happens. Hob hasn't won the next bet yet, after all.

(Dream will reward both his lovely money-slaves, don't worry. Everything he does is for the sake of bringing pleasure to his sweet boys. He'll even let them buy him breakfast in the morning, if they keep being so good for him <3)

[bakerstreethound]

Safe With Us

Relationship: Hobrintheus x gender neutral reader 

Warnings: domestic immortals, consensual polyamory, mentions of eye eating, anxiety, and implied sexual themes

Summary: After a relaxing morning with your lovers, you find your mind racing with tasks you needed to complete for the trip Hob planned on a whim. However, your lovers are quick to lend a hand and ease your worries. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 2.3k+

A/N: I’m late to writing this but my beloved @roguelov​ sent in a kissing prompt months ago and I decided to go ahead and run away with it. I haven’t written a polyamorous fic before but I hope you enjoy the antics of Hob, Corinthian, and Morpheus. Divider by @firefly-graphics​. Fanfic cover designed by me! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

A usual morning for you begins in the kitchen after you untangle yourself from the limbs of your three lovers who string themselves across your bed, each one insisting they should cuddle you. You found it endearing how attentive they are to you and each other. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way, for you adored them more than anything and you would for eternities and lifetimes.

When you do make it to the kitchen, you’re greeted by The Corinthian who also managed to slip away from the pile, and wrapped his lean body in an apron. It looked ridiculous on him, but it fit right, his sunglasses sitting crookedly on his face. He scowled, setting them atop his rumpled hair. 

“Still sleepy?” You inquired, wrapping yourself around him, his back pressing into your chest, shoulders tensing for a moment before relaxing and muttering under his breath. 

“Morpheus wasn’t that mean. He likes putting you in your place is all,” you say, softly stroking Cori’s chest, feeling every edge of his the rise and fall of his steady breathing. You kissed his shoulder, releasing him so he could continue his morning ritual. 

You knew Morpheus could get overzealous in the bedroom with his adoration and by extension, poured out his desires upon Cori. The purple bruises on his neck contrasted against his skin, glimmering and forming a secret map only Morpheus knew. 

You were certain they trailed lower down his chest, his hips likely bruised from Morpheus’ grip. 

Cori didn’t tell you how he lived for your reassurances, those moments where it was the two of you with you on the counter, his lips pressed against yours, losing himself to you and your comfort, the occasional eyeball you would feed him if you infiltrated his stash, a flirty smile when he accepted your offering, his tongue gliding along your two fingers dripping with blood. 

They are sacred moments for the two of you; no words are needed but companionship and familiarity. 

“Morning loves!” Hob’s boisterous voice fills the cozy kitchen as he drags a bedraggled Morpheus along, who clung to him like a koala, his starry eyes meeting yours, gazing at you softly, traces of sleep apparent, but a fond smile tugged at his lower lip. 

You smiled back at them both, hugging Corinthian again before hopping off the counter and turning your attention to Hob and Morpheus who crushed you in their embrace, one soft and warm, the other cool and breezy, like the gentle night wind. 

You could lose yourself in all of them for hours. This was where you felt safe and nowhere else you’d rather be than with the three of them. 

You continued in your ritual of making hot chocolate, calm in the rhythm you’ve come to embrace over the years. 

You did your best to push aside the impending list of errands you’ve been neglecting for over a month from your mind, the upcoming trip you’d planned with your trio in the farthest corner out of reach. Packing and planning destinations was a whole other ballgame you didn’t want to muddle over right then. 

Morpheus’ gaze fell upon you, glassy starry-eyed and you welcomed him into your arms after settling at the table, the steaming cup of cocoa before you, letting your thoughts slip away, calmed as you stroked through the messy strands of Morpheus’ hair. 

Hob whistled when he passed by, piling the eggs he scrambled from the skillet onto a large plate and setting it on the middle of the table. ‘Aren’t you two the cutest, wouldn’t you say, Cori?” 

“If I agree they’re going to complain.” Corinthian chewed on a piece of bacon, placing it next to the eggs and pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling away from Hob’s shoulder squeeze; he wasn’t the most affectionate around Hob, yet, preferring his creator and you to provide affection. 

Hob shrugged in understanding, pressing a kiss to both you and Morpheus’ cheeks before joining you properly at the table while Morpheus continued to sit in your lap, shrinking himself to the size of a cat. 

You don’t mind, enjoying the comfortable silence passing between you. You cherished these lazy mornings with your loves and could think of nothing better. You definitely did not want to take another moment to think of the countless errands you’ve fallen behind in the meantime. 

Still, the thought continued to plague you beyond breakfast well onto midmorning where you struggled to check a single thing off of your never-ending list. Work was in a few days and you still had so much to do to prepare for your vacation Hob booked last minute, insisting the beach was a much-needed investment for all of you. 

You had to admit, Corinthian complaining about getting sunburned was hilarious, not that he had anything to worry about in the slightest; he liked to rile up Hob the majority of the time. 

“Hob, you can’t make me go, I’ll get sunburned.” Corinthian groaned when he looked up from the paper sighing heavily from his favorite armchair.  

Hob rolled his eyes, from where he was draped over Morpheus who held his hand, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “What the hell do you mean? Morpheus made you out of sand, you’re not getting out of it that easily, old boy.” 

“A break would be nice,” Morpheus mumbled, and you raised a brow in turn from your armchair across from Cori. 

“Oh, come on it’ll be good old-fashioned bonding time. I already booked the house for the four of us in two weeks, there’s no backing out. I insist,” Hob grumbled, “The lot of you are a piece of work.” 

“Well we are workaholics, you have that right,” you remarked, turning a page of your book. 

“Don’t I know it? It’s like the lot of you have no concept of relaxation, especially the both of you,” Hob glared at you playfully before Morpheus pressed his lips to Hob’s silencing the protests.  

A rattling noise brought you back to the present, with Hob battling the coffee machine, as it was likely turned to the wrong setting, courtesy of Cori. 

He sighed in frustration, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, looking the part of a bedraggled professor on a typical Monday morning as he changed after eating. His cardigan pulled over the fitted short-sleeved shirt he wore, paired with the tailored trousers looked impeccable on him, rounding out the look. 

You made a mental note to yourself to steal the cardigan one day.

“How you manage to look nice after the night we have astounds me,” Corinthian grumbles, a fraction of an easy half-smile on his lips before he pecks your cheek, ruffling the now normal-sized Morpheus’ hair as he swaggered by, a newspaper in hand before settling in his large highbacked armchair in the living room.  

You murmured incoherently, trying to focus on the list before you desperately wanted to do anything except the one task today. “It’s the Hob charm I assure you. No way I could look nice after the lot of you are through kissing me.” 

“We do like to kiss you, that is certain, along with other things,” Morpheus’ voice grazed your ear, familiar warmth flowing through your body your mind wandering to the hours of the night they had you captured in their arms, a hand around your throat, a pair gripping your hips, in your hair, all-consuming, making you lose your mind over and over. You couldn’t get enough and never would. 

“At this rate, you three will have me locked in the house the rest of the day and I have countless things to do. If you’ve forgotten we have that vacation to plan for, which, by the way, means we have to shop, clean, and get supplies and who knows what else!” Your hands gripped your hair tightly, breathing ragged while regaining some semblance of your composure. 

You hadn’t meant to cause such an outburst, but sometimes when all was quiet and still, you craved chaos, the unpredictable, afraid when all was too calm, there was a great disposition on the horizon. 

However, that disposition seventy-five percent of the time always came back to you. 

“Shhh it’s alright we’re here. We can take care of things, right?” Hob cupped your face resting his forehead against yours before kissing you gently, wandering off to grab your notepad from the table as Morpheus wrapped around behind you, his chest sure and steady offering support. Nevertheless, you are thankful for it and let yourself fall back into his embrace. 

If Cori had eyes, you are sure he’d be rolling them into the back of his head by now, but he swooped by, kissing your forehead, not uttering a sound, his eye teeth clicking at the sound of your weary sigh. 

Your chest fluttered, awakened by all the attention, baffled. "You're all so good to me….I don't understand it." 

Morpheus' lips found your neck, not paying an ounce of attention to your outburst and your protests when Cori draws nearer to kiss you properly, his tongue swiping along your lower lip, making you groan. 

Hob nodded in approval. "Much better." He scribbled notes down on the paper, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose and you wanted to peel that cardigan off of the longer you looked at him. 

You couldn't think beyond the kisses that were bestowed upon you and soon forgot about the next day and the following week when you're tossed in the middle of the large bed, Corinthian settling behind you, Morpheus on your front. 

You certainly don't complain when they're this attentive, a shiver going down your spine when Corinthian reached out for Morpheus, pulling him into his arms, devouring his lips fervently. 

Their moans fill the large homey room you'd spent many a day in filled with countless memories and moments you stashed away for a lifetime. 

Soon you caught a glimpse of Hob leaning against the doorway, notepad in hand, twirling a pen between his fingers, looking upon the three of you, still scribbling away marking up and down the paper’s margins, unfazed by the makeout session. 

However, you knew him well enough to see it took most of -if not all his restraint to join his lovers and let himself indulge in your whims. 

“Hob, you’ve been a dear, but please join us.” You pouted, swiping your tongue along your lower lip, watching the pen in Hob’s hand wavering, eyes snapping to attention, fixated upon you, dragging over to Morpheus and Corinthian tangled fighting for dominance in a quiet dance of their own.

 "You're insufferable." 

"You created me and that's your problem," Cori quipped back, pinning Morpheus beneath him, devouring his creator, who responded in kind, clawing at his creation’s back, digging his nails in deep. 

No matter how many times they tried to deny it, once they had their hands on each other, they were impossible to stop, of that you and Hob knew. 

Hob sighed, leaking over to your embrace, mumbling under his breath.

"I agree we're all insufferable, Hob." That earned a smile on his soft face and you kiss him as if your life depended on it and in a way it did. You couldn't have been more grateful for him or Corinthian and Morpheus.

 "Get in here you lump," Cori muttered backing away from Morpheus who left ample bite marks along his neck, the purple bruises more prominent, and slight teeth indentions making his skin look all the more inviting. 

Without hesitation, Morpheus pulled Hob into his arms, yelping at the sudden touch, yet the smile on his face was bright and full of love and grace. Meanwhile Corinthian scooted closer to you, pulling you up to straddle his thigh, his lips cool and warm along your neck before connecting with your lips drowning out your thoughts.  

You’re surprised by each kiss they bestowed upon you and how easily your worries drifted away, the simplicity of them being near you and kissing you enough to calm the raging storm within. 

You sighed in bliss, murmuring praises to them as Hob and Morpheus come over on the other side of you, cocooning you in their warmth. Cori ruffled your hair as he laid you on the bed next to him, kissing your forehead once more a fond expression etched along his face. 

Even with a lack of eyes, you can tell he is being sincere, his usually cold heart open only to you and his other lover (even still, getting used to Hob was still a work in progress). Hob’s arms draped around you next and you smile, utterly content and happy.

"I'm still sorry for being such an inconvenience…." 

Hob's lips brushed along yours. "Love, it's not a problem. I- we'd do anything for our favorite person." 

"Everything is going to be alright, darling." Morpheus tumbles on top of you much to Hob’s dismay burrowing against your chest and giving you a kiss before settling in properly his cloak draped around him for warmth as he tosses a sharp glare at Hob.

Cori hummed quietly, enjoying the moment, albeit used to the bickering. “Can’t blame you, Hob. Morpheus was your favorite person before me.

“You’re all of our favorite person,” Morpheus grumped.

Cori muttered in annoyance once more his eye teeth clicking, as he runs a hand along Morpheus' back causing his creator to purr in content. 

There you stayed, nestled in the warmth of your lovers, their reassurances warming you, sparking your confidence, safe and sound with them. 

Everything would be alright, each of their kisses drowning out your doubts while they continued drawing you in their warmth and love. You playfully shoved Hob’s hand away, your back met with his bare chest and shivered.

"Hob keep your hands to yourself,” you murmur playfully as his hand wraps around your waist. 

“Not a chance, dear one. Not a chance." 

******

[teejaystumbles]

Are you human, or d'you make it up? (a song I listened to while drawing and thought "wow, that fits")

a mock comic page for @landwriter's Just Like Love <3 because these pictures wouldn't leave me alone

[alexxuun]

Something-something…both a mirror of humanity… something-something…being a reflection of each other…

[tampire]

POV: Hobrintheus is your lover

[punishandenslavesuckers]

Hob tries to be a very normal about the fact that the pretty silver ropes he once tied around the nightmare’s wrists… appear to be rooted like weeds directly into the Corinthian’s spine. One tethered at the center of each rune. They stretch like pale tendon from the tattoos down his back to form the rope loops around his arms.

A friend from the discord shared this art and I immediately wrote a fucked up fic about how binding spells manifest for a mostly metaphysical being. Normal about it. They are kind enough to let me share with y’all. Enjoy the art and the fic. AO3 Link

[tree-lizard]

When your boss tries to fire you, but you successfully distract him with memes

Bonus:

Gaslight, gatekeep and so on

[lovinodrawz]

Don't make Dream chose only one boyfriend! He can have both of them!