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Day 25 - Spin the Bottle [Human AU]
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Dream resists rolling his eyes, watching as Matthew and Johanna share a kiss, courtesy of the bottle they’re sitting around. Sadly, Matthew is next to him, so Dream knows he’s up next on the chopping block, and Dream thinks about just getting up and leaving. “Since sourpuss here won’t do it, can I?” Matthew asks loudly next to him, and everyone else shrugs and agrees. Dream scowls even more as he watches the empty wine bottle spin, and spin and―
Land on Hob, across from him. Which, as far as people go, isn’t bad. Even though Dream is straight and Hob isn’t, but. Sighing, he gets up as Matthew shoves him over to Hob. “Still time to flee if you want,” Hob says once he’s closer. “I’m sure you could take the ribbing after.”
“Let’s just get this over and done with,” he scowls, leaning hesitantly in. Hob’s eyes are sparkling, lips pursed as Dream puts his lips over Hob’s, warm and faintly scratchy from stubble and Dream starts to move away―
“That’s not a kiss,” Hob mutters, affronted. Dream’s heart rate spikes as Hob’s hands cup his face, hands going into his hair and pull him down to another kiss, tongue licking against his lip as one of Hob’s hands goes to his hips and he’s pulled onto Hob’s lap. Gasping, his heart rate spikes even more as Hob kisses him, devouring and deep as a thumb strokes his cheek. Shivering, he melts onto Hob’s lap, grabbing onto the other man’s waist as he succumbs to the racing heart, to a kiss he’s never had before, full-body and consuming.
The sounds fade as Hob hums, stubble pressing around his mouth and Dream’s mind struggles to take in the way Hob’s kissing him, tongue and teeth licking and nipping, sucking on his tongue, and Dream can feel his cock ― get interested in the proceeding. Whining into the other’s mouth, he shivers as the hand on his face goes down his neck, the extra sensation making him moan.
Dream moans a fuck into Hob’s mouth, feeling Hob’s other hand go up and under his shirt, nails scratching up it and he shivers, clutching desperately at Hob as they start to ground against each other, heart racing as he feels Hob’s hardness against his stomach, mind only going yes yes yes yes more as he moans, his hands going up to Hob’s jaw to touch the stubble, pleasant against his skin as Hob bites at his lip, changing the angle, and he whines as Hob’s other hand goes down to cup his arse and oh gods yes please―
Abruptly, he’s pulled away from Hob, and they both whine, other sounds coming back as―looking up, he sees Lucienne sigh, a hand on the scruff of his shirt as he’s pulled back to his seat, reality trickling in slowly as he stares back at Hob, whose lips are red, lap open and inviting―and there’s another sigh as he placed back onto the floor next to Matthew in confusion, Lucienne keeping a hold on his arm.
Eyes still stuck on Hob’s, who smiles as the others speak, admonishments for how explicit their kiss was becoming and other complaints. “Matthew,” he croaks, licking his lips and Dream’s pulse jumps as Hob’s eyes zero in on them, brown turned a deep black. “I’m gay,” he confesses, suddenly very sure that yes, definitely gay.
“But are you really gay, or is he just a good kisser?” Matthew asks.
“Both,” he replies immediately, touching his sensitive lips, insides squirming at Hob’s dark eyes on him still, not having left him at all, and Dream’s only stopped from going back over there by the iron grip Lucienne has on his arm.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#talked abt this in the server a bit ago#tfw you get kissed so good you Realise things
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Day 1 - "I would never"
[AO3]
Hob groans, stretching out on his bed as he takes off his clothes, head tilting as he considers ― well, there’s many ways to scratch the itch, but considering his stranger did recently visit, smiling at him so softly, and in broad daylight, soundly dispelling any ideas that his stranger was a vampire. Maybe. He has met the occasional one that can go out into the sun, of course.
Cupping his cock, he strokes himself slowly, thinking of the pale throat of his stranger’s, of how pale he would be underneath all those black clothes, of how soft that black hair looks, even with its latest incarnation being so wild and messy. Hob wants to tug on it, hear what delicious, deep moans his stranger would elicit, can practically see his stranger’s throat swallowing around his cock as―
There’s a snap, a feeling of weight suddenly in his room, and Hob blinks, staring at his stranger ― and his pink lips, pink cheeks, “hey there, stranger,” he says with a gasp, thumb catching on the slit of his cock.
“Hob,” his stranger says, voice deep as the Earth’s core, and Hob shivers at the sound of it, “you are playing a game,” his stranger says, eyes black and starry as his stranger walks closer, and Hob thinks of pale thighs and as he licks up them, of sharp hip bones as his mouth goes up, wanting to reach the no-doubt pink nipples, and his stranger whimpers, falling onto the edge of his bed.
“Am I? I would never,” he whispers, cock twitching and leaking in his hand as his stranger whines.
“You know my name,” his stranger ― pleads, licking his lips as his stranger crawls up, hands shaky as they touch his legs.
“Do I?” Hob asks, eyebrows raising as he thinks about his fingers digging into his stranger’s waist, so tiny and wonderful as he ― a cock, a hard red and leaking profusely, as he thinks of licking his stranger’s cock ― and his stranger cries out, hips arching into an imaginary mouth, and Hob can see a bulge in the stranger’s jeans, a darker black appearing under wetness of the other’s cock, “that’d be news to me.”
“Hob,” his stranger keens, starry eyes watery as his stranger bites his lips, “please. Let me,” his stranger begs, hands clenched tightly into the bedsheets either side of him, and Hob hums. “I apologise, I am sorry, please, let me, let me,” his stranger whimpers, glittering tears leaving his stranger’s eyes.
Hob stops stroking, looking at his stranger ― Dream, “I don’t know, Dream,” at this his partner shivers, “I do like that you’ve gotten this worked up from me just daydreaming,” he breathes, thinking of biting into Dream’s neck until dark marks appear as he puts a finger into Dream’s arse and Dream cries out, lithe form shaking above him as Dream says a litany of apologies.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#have no idea what happened but clearly dream is very sorry#also i just had fun with this so
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Day 28 - Sex [AU]
[AO3]
Finally! :D More werewolf Hob & fairy Dream!
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Hob groans, body still aching a bit after nights of full-moon transformations, which has finally ended with the new moon appearing. Resting on the sofa, he frowns, and considers if Dream will appear at all, having gotten the other man’s number after their session, and, well―
There’s a knock at the door, and Hob’s heart goes into his throat as he jumps up, quickly opening the door. “Hi,” he breathes, eyes widening as he sees Dream ― and his lack of wings, which, understandable, though the Dream’s black outfit is more surprising, considering the last time Dream was in only leather pants and harness. Also very chunky black boots, which he remembers taking off. Dream raises an eyebrow, and Hob’s face heats, “um. Come in,” he says, moving so Dream can step inside.
“How was your nights, if I may ask?” Dream asks, voice deep as Dream looks around his plain living room, mainly filled with knick-knacks and books, some essays he has to mark on the table.
“Exhausting,” he says with a deep sigh, “and also very tense, so it’s good to unwind with,” he stops as Dream looks at him, an eyebrow raised and eventually nodding. “And you?” Hob would love for less awkwardness, but as sexually compatible they are, their conversations are a minefield of awkwardness and trying not to offend each other as they learn. “You can, uh,” he gestures uselessly.
Dream tilts his head, lips pursing as Dream starts to unbutton his black dress shirt, revealing a simple black vest, “I had to refrain from cursing someone so their drinks always turn out to be unfulfilling,” Dream mutters and Hob laughs, “he was unbearable, but I figured he wasn’t worth the energy.”
“Naturally,” he responds, distracted as the black vest comes off, and his breath stutters as he sees Dream’s wings. The wings have become a tattoo, filigree black lace a wonderful contrast to Dream’s pale skin as five pairs of wings are underneath Dream’s skin. The back muscles of Dream tense, and Hob realises he’s gravitated close to Dream’s back, watching as the wings move with Dream’s muscles. “Sorry,” he breathes, voice rough as a hand hovers close to the other’s back, “I.”
“You can touch,” Dream offers, a blue eye peeking at him, “as long as you get undressed too. This won’t be like last time,” Dream says, and Hob nods, taking off his clothes quickly as the fairy watches. Dream hums, eyes stuck on his chest ― and there’s a stutter, lashes fluttering as Hob touches the edge of a wing.
There’s another stutter of breath as his finger goes down to the centre of the cluster of wings, at the middle of Dream’s back, and he’s amazed to see a flutter of wings, some of them coming out of Dream’s back, then melting back into pale skin. “Holy shit.”
Dream lets out a sound, thin and high as his fingers press into the pale back, wings twitching out of skin and melting back in, and Hob tries to wrestle his other hand from not touching more of the wings, instead going to Dream’s pants, tugging him close as his hand goes around the front as Dream moans, cock hard and straining as he undoes them. “Is this going to be the scene we were planning?” Dream breathes, head resting against his shoulder.
“Warm up,” he mutters roughly, pushing the other man down onto the sofa, and Dream hums, looking amused as and flushed as Hob presses him down. There’s a moan as Hob presses him down, feeling twitching wings against his chest, one of Dream’s hands clutching at his shoulder as Dream grinds up into his chest, the fluttering against his chest almost maddening as he tries to rein in his need to be down, nipping lightly close to a wing as Dream procures lube from ― somewhere, as well as a condom.
Hob prepares Dream in a blur, eyes still focused on the fluttering wings he can still see as Dream whines and writhes, pressing against his chest and his other hand, stretching Dream’s entrance as carefully as he can, blood rushing at the feel of Dream’s wings against his chest, melting back into the pale skin, “are you going to go any quicker?” Dream asks breathlessly.
Groaning, Hob bites down on Dream’s neck he takes his fingers out, shaking as he puts on the condom, and they moan as he enters Dream, pressing Dream down onto the sofa to stop the way that Dream wants to impale himself right away, which he remembers through a haze of heat and desire that Dream did that last time.
“More,” Dream whines, a hand going into his hair to tug, and Hob lets out a whimper as he starts up a rough, stuttering rhythm, moans rising as their desire peaks and rushes, Hob coming before Dream as he watches and feels the flutter of wings against his chest.
Brain scrambled, he lightly kisses the fluttering wings wrapped around Dream’s shoulder and arm as he comes down ― and groans as Dream moves out from under him, “where is your bedroom?” Groaning, he gestures in the general direction, heart skipping as he watches Dream’s naked body walk that way. “Don’t take too long,” Dream offers, giving him a smirk over his shoulder as he enters Hob’s room.
Taking a deep breath, Hob scrubs his face as he gets up from the sofa, already feeling himself half in love with the fairy already as he ties up the condom and throws it in the bin, resting against the fridge as he takes another deep breath, mind stuttering over their texts for their scene. After such a scorching orgasm, it takes him a bit to get into the right headspace, but he does eventually as he makes his way to his room.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#this has been in my brain for ages and finally it's free#still obsessed with the flutter of wings melting into skin and coming out to press against hob and his chest hair#dfghfdsdfgdg anyway
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Day 24 - Handcuffed Together [Human AU]
[AO3]
Dream wakes up slowly, groggy and ― warm, so very warm and as he tries to stretch his arms, and one of them clinks, he freezes as he remembers. Desire’s inane idea, which somehow ended up handcuffed to Hob Gadling, yesterday a blur of humiliation and arguing as Hob just shrugged and acted like they weren’t even handcuffed together throughout the day.
Usually in beds, he finds himself curling up for warmth, but he’s practically baking underneath the sheets, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he feels Hob’s breath on it. With his phone nearby, he gets it with his free hand and texts out an I hate you to his sibling ― and then squeaks as Hob brings him closer, eyes widening as the hot length of Hob’s body is pressed against his back, Hob’s cuffed hand gripping onto his own around his waist.
Dream entirely blames the heat for why his dick is into this. As well as it being the morning, Dream takes a deep breath as Hob’s hands digs into his stomach, tugging him even closer as Hob nuzzles into his neck. Biting his tongue, Dream reminds himself that the heat and pressure is why his body’s so interested in this, that this is Hob Gadling, who he definitely hates. Sure, he may be pretty and kind, but he also―
His thoughts are cut off as legs, warm and hair slip in between his own, and yes, he definitely hates Hob, he reminds himself desperately. Sure, they managed to talk decently with their predicament, but he still hates him. Why do you hate him again? A voice much like Desire’s pops up in his head, and Dream can almost see their grin.
Because, he starts. And can’t think beyond the warmth of Hob’s body, the way that Hob just shrugged yesterday and invited Dream over since he didn’t want Hob anywhere near his flat.
Maybe hate is a strong word, he thinks with a pout, face feeling hot as Hob’s face presses into his hair. Mild annoyance for this, but the hate left somewhere between the indignity of it all, and having a greasy dinner which Hob dared him to with a grin.
Behind him, Hob groans, and Dream very much ignores the hardness he can feel against his arse as Hob sighs. “Ah,” Hob says, voice rough with sleep and Dream ignores the way his cock throbs at the sound.
“Quite,” he replies stiffly, tensing up as Hob moves away from him, taking the heat with him as Dream is left with the imprints of it.
Hob giggles, joined hands moving and chains clinking as Hob brings their arms between them, Dream’s upper half moving to accommodate. “Quite,” Hob mimics, and Dream glares at Hob’s smile, even as his traitorous heart skips a beat.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#desire causing problems :3
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Day 22 - Overwhelming
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Dream is so unused to ― this, as he and Hob kiss, soft and sweet, Hob’s hands on his face, and Dream can feel a myriad of calluses and scars on those alone. Hob is leaning over him as they continue, and Hob’s been happy to go along with whatever pace Dream desires ― which at this case is glacially slow, because the world today is a lot, and Dream expects the other shoe to drop, as the saying goes. For the Kindly Ones to show up and take Hob away, which he would try to stop, even with how limited he is now.
Hob sighs into his mouth, a nose nuzzling his cheek as one of his hands is brought up to Hob’s mouth, kissing the back of it softly. “You’re thinking very loudly, you know,” Hob mutters, turning his hand around to press another kiss into the lines on his hand, so recently made with this body. “Do you want to stop?”
There’d be no objection if they did stop, Dream ― Morpheus, Morpheus would know, and he groans, flopping down onto the bed. “No. I want to,” he groans, annoyed with himself, mind trying to seep into the ocean of minds that were in his care and finding nothing, which he’s still getting his now only-humanoid self around.
“How about I try my best?” Hob says with a grin, and Morpheus blinks, giving Hob a confused look. “To get that brain of yours to stop.”
Morpheus scowls, “you can try,” he says petulantly, making Hob laugh again, brown eyes glittering from the sun shining through the windows.
“A challenge, then!” Hob says enthusiastically. Hob presses a kiss to the palm of his hand, nipping kisses put onto his pointer finger, and Morpheus’s breath hitches, eyes widening as Hob puts the finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around it, Hob making a pleased sound. Frozen, he watches as Hob puts another of his fingers inside, gasping at the simple feel of it, of teeth and a hot tongue scraping against his skin. His fingers are pulled out, Hob nosing and kissing them, “how am I doing so far?”
Hob gives him a hint of a smirk as Morpheus swallows, his body somehow arching towards Hob in between all that, “good,” he croaks, voice rough as his hand twitches, lightly touching Hob’s beard in wonder, body sparking with pleasure as Hob nips at the inside of his wrist.
“Could do better, though,” Hob mutters, to himself mainly as the inside of Dream’s arm is licked and bitten to, skin blooming red under the teeth and scrape of stubble. There’s a hum as Hob’s nose presses into the hem of his shirt, brown eyes dark as they stare at him, and Morpheus’s heart skips a beat. “Can I?”
Morpheus blinks, finding Hob’s hands on his hips, fingers scrunching up the edge of his shirt, “yes,” he breathes, only managing to find warmth as Hob’s fingers take up his shirt slowly, the rough hands making him gasp at the feel of them ― and Morpheus can almost feel how solid Hob is, how unmoving and stalwart he is in the universe, driven by his lust for life as his shirt is taken off.
“You’re very sensitive,” Hob whispers against his skin, mouth going up to his shoulders and across to his collarbone, and Morpheus lets out a sound as a stripe is licked up to his adam’s apple, “I like it.”
Dream’s hands twitch, holding onto Hob’s arms as his neck is bitten into, “this body is new,” he manages, overwhelmed as his mind is only filled with the weight of Hob on top of him, the scents of books and ink, of Hob’s cologne, lemon and bergamot as Hob nips at his jaw.
“I really have to stop myself, at times,” Hob says, nails scratching down the sides of his torso, and Morpheus shivers as they drag back up, thumbs pressing into his nipples and Morpheus gasps, arching up into the feeling. “Take things at your pace, but your sensitivity drives me crazy, in the best way.” Morpheus whines as Hob’s lips go down instead of up to his own lips, hot tongue licking around his nipples as hands go down to the edge of his pants. “Can I?” Hob asks, eyes black and lips red as his stubbled jaw rests above where Morpheus’s heart is.
Morpheus gasps, not realising how hard his cock is, leaking underneath the fabric until Hob brought attention to it, a thumb pressing into the skin above the button of them. “Please,” he breathes. Hob smiles.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#brain today said retired dream#also build-up. bc it's fun
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Day 21 - "Louder" [Human AU]
[AO3]
Continuation of "I'm your new neighbour!" :D
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After asking for milk, other than bringing over a new carton of milk, as well as seeing his new neighbour in passing, Dream hasn’t really thought much about Hob. His attractive new neighbour has been put on the sideline as he deals with work, the busy few weeks leaving him for all else.
And then, one night as he’s trying to get to sleep ― he hears quiet laughter and shushing next door, the thin walls only slightly muffling someone’s voice ― not Hob’s, which he’s heard sometime. Another man, and that snaps him out of trying to sleep. Blinking, Dream puts his ear to the wall, hearing smacking sounds, and Dream licks his lips, envy growing as he listens to Hob kiss another man.
There’s more quiet laughter and shushing, indistinct words that Dream tries to make out ― then a moan, not from Hob, and Dream’s heart races as the sounds come even closer. Staring at the wall, with Hob and the other man sounding close enough to be against it, Dream feels a shot of arousal as there’s rustling and whining.
Biting his lip, he swallows down a moan as he shuts his eyes, a hand sneaking into his blanket to cup his cock as he listens, imagining himself on the other side of the wall. Pinned between Hob and the wall? Dream swallows down another sound, putting his other hand over his mouth as Hob and the other man move from the wall, and Dream can hear Hob’s voice muttering, the other man moaning and pleading ― and then a loud, startled noise.
Head against the wall, he strokes his dick roughly, listening and trying to think of what’s happening over there, the moans and quiet words not enough to tell him apart from the obvious.
Shutting his eyes, he thinks of Hob’s brown-and-grey hair, of Hob speaking quietly to him, smiling and laughing as he strokes himself―then there’s a loud wail from the other side of the wall, and Dream bites down onto his fingers. “Louder,” comes through the wall in Hob’s voice, and Dream can feel blood in his teeth as he strokes himself quicker, the other man’s moaning and begging rising.
Shivering, Dream comes with a hard bite onto his hand, mind hazy from thinking of being in the other man’s place, begging and pleading as he’s obviously being fucked, the other man coming with a sob.
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The next morning, after a restful sleep, Dream is getting a band-aid out for his hand when he hears quiet talking in the hallway, and Dream thinks only briefly of not seeing who was warming his neighbour’s bed, before curiosity wins out.
Quietly opening the door a crack, he checks the bite on his hand is covered well before he looks outside, heart in his throat as Hob and the other man talk quietly, half-in Hob’s doorway, his neighbour in only a pair of loose pants, and it takes effort for him to look away from the revealed chest hair.
The other man is black-haired, skinny and is wearing black, and Dream shuts the door quickly as Dream’s alarm goes off, then the pings of notifications on his phone, and Dream curses his work as he checks his phone and can no longer think about how Dream’s hot neighbour has a type, and that Dream would also be in that type.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#vibes said more of them today
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Day 20 - "Do I have to say it again?"
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Hob is drinking a fresh cup of tea when Dream ― enters his flat, phasing through the door suddenly, like he’s on a mission and Hob chokes on the mouthful of tea. “Hello,” he wheezes once the tea has gone down with minimal choking.
“I would like for you to,” at this, Dream tilts his head, looming in front of Hob on the sofa, “to spank me.”
Hob, for one, is glad he didn’t drink more tea, otherwise he would’ve done a spit-take over Dream’s coat. “I. What.” He frowns, looking around his flat as he wonders if he ended up in another universe somehow. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Dream gives him an unimpressed look, “do I have to say it again? Because I will not,” Dream intones.
“No, no, I heard you. Um,” Hob frowns, gaping as he tries to string words together. Fails. Gulps down about half of his tea as he thinks about what he heard. “Can I at least get why?”
“Many people are thinking about it this month, and I’d like to see what the appeal is,” Dream offers from next to him, sitting down while Hob was gulping down hot tea.
“Ah. Right. Of course. And you want to―not the one doing the spanking?” He sips at his tea, watching as Dream’s lip twitch down, nose scrunching minutely, and Hob refuses to think the word adorable.
“I do not take pleasure in hurting someone, much as I sometimes need to as my function requires.”
“Fair enough,” Hob sighs, clutching the almost-empty mug as a life-line. “Two things: do you want to do it, ah,” Hob tugs at his earlobe, “well. Sexually?”
“If it turns out that way,” Dream says with a tilt of his head, blinking at him, “which is why I came to you.” Hob pointedly doesn’t think about what that means, recognising that this is a time when it’s best to see where things take you. “The second thing?”
Hob grimaces, “well. If you do want to do this, and if you don’t like it. A word you can say to stop it,” of course, if this happens and Dream vanishes in sand, it’d be easy to see why, but considering how often Hob’s thought of 1889…
Dream blinks again, head tilting as he thinks, pink lips purse minutely, “Dreaming. Why a word when I can simply vanish somewhere else?”
“My peace of mind?” He offers, sighing in relief as Dream inclines his head. “Um. You may have to take off your coat,” he says, unsure what’s happening with his life as Dream’s coat just ― vanishes, revealing a plain black shirt and black jeans, the black boots also vanishing as Dream blinks at him. “Uh. Any preferences. For the. Um,” for fuck’s sake, he thinks to himself as he takes a deep breath and finishes the last of his tea, putting it on the coffee table in front of him. “Any preferences for positions?”
Dream tilts his head, and Hob tries not to think about the pale skin revealed to him, looking very soft and ― Hob squeaks, eyes widening as Dream suddenly leans over, chest pressing against Hob’s thighs, a solid weight and Hob’s thoughts trip over as a strip of white is revealed in between Dream’s pants and shirt. Dream lets out a considering sound, head in his hand as Dream turns his head around to look at him.
“Ah. Sure. Um,” Hob takes another deep breath, dragging his thoughts away from ― everything, trying his best to not. In general. “Can I?” He asks, hands hovering over Dream’s back and thighs, and Dream only blinks at him in reply, blue eyes dark as Hob pulls Dream’s arse up. Hob is glad that he put on the TV, the background noise a comfort as Hob gathers scraps of determination to even start. “Hard slaps? Or soft? Um,” he says, voice gravel as he licks his lips.
“Whichever you think,” Dream says, voice deep and Hob swallows, feeling it resonate throughout Dream’s form as he nods. “We can stop if you don’t―”
“It’s not that!” He interrupts, “just. Wasn’t expecting this for today,” he smiles, hopefully not too manic as Dream frowns. Hob sighs and rubs his face, then his eyes as he takes a deep breath, then another. And another. “You won’t smite for this will you?” He says, and Dream shakes his head, still frowning. “Just making sure.”
One, he thinks, body following through as he slaps Dream’s arse, hard, making Dream gasp, arms collapsing underneath his head as Hob takes a breath. Two, he thinks, hitting Dream softly this time. And Dream lets out a tiny sound, like a complaint, blue eyes quickly becoming watery as he stares at Hob. Three, he thinks as he slaps Dream hard.
“Good?” He asks, voice rough as he tries to keep down his cock, feeling it twitch with Dream’s little sounds, with the way Dream nods and wriggles on top of him, which also isn’t helping. “That’s, uh, good,” he stumbles, somehow forgetting the number he was at. One, he starts again, a softer slap this time, and there’s a ― feeling, a wetness against his thigh, like it’s from Dream’s crotch, and pointedly doesn’t think about it.
“Perhaps,” Hob shivers at Dream’s tone, dark and velvet, and Hob bites down a whimper as Dream turns around, arse pressing into his rapidly interested cock. Dream’s crotch has gotten darker, and Hob feels like he’s going to faint as Dream undoes his pants, revealing a thatch of dark hair around a leaking pussy. And pale thighs and legs as the black jeans are taken off. “Also this.”
“If you want,” he says ― or at least, he thinks he does, distracted by the pale thighs as he touches them, soft under his hand, trailing up to soft black pubic hair, and Dream twitches, thighs pressing into his arm. One, he thinks as he slaps Dream’s cunt ― and Dream whines, arching close to his hand. He’s taken from his appreciation of Dream’s reddening cunt as a hand tugs his hair, and he melts into the kiss, grabbing onto Dream’s thigh as they share an intense kiss.
Then Hob slaps Dream’s inner thighs, left then right and Hob can feel Dream gasp and whine into his mouth, Dream’s hand in his hair tugging tightly.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#so. got a bit carried away#:)
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Day 14 - Ticking Clock [Human AU]
[AO3]
Continuation of "Good Luck" with getaway driver Hob and criminal Dream~
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Morpheus purses his lips, watching the driver as they park, electronic music loud as Morpheus considers how he’s going to―”don’t you have somewhere to be?” The driver asks, eyebrow raised, which he can see through the centre mirror.
Morpheus takes a deep breath, mentally aware of the ticking clock of having the driver’s time. “There’s not. I booked this,” he pauses, and the driver’s eyebrow raises even higher, giving him a vaguely unimpressed stare that goes straight to Morpheus’s core, “for you. To continue what happened last time,” he finishes imperiously, even though he’s not in the suit he was last time, this time dressed far more casually.
The driver sighs, gloved hand clutching the wheel, “I’m not a sex worker. If you’d like that, I could take you to places where they do that,” the driver frowns, scratching at a greying temple and Morpheus suppresses a flinch.
“I don’t want that. I want you,” he says coldly.
“Again, not a sex worker,” the driver says, gesturing expansively as he sprawls in the front seat, leather pants creaking and Morpheus scowls, arousal building with how close he is to the driver again, being so effortlessly handsome and captivating.
“So you don’t want me?” Morpheus grits out, stomach churning as the driver huffs, turning around to look at him.
“I didn’t say that,” the driver grins, turning back to the front of the car and crossing his arms. “There’s a way you can get what you want, but once again, not a sex worker,” the driver drawls, shrugging as he fiddles with the top of his fingerless gloves.
Morpheus scrambles his brain, trying to think of something beyond the arousal and desperation, and―”I can pay you for my time, then,” he blurts out, the idea insane considering who he is, how many people pay even more for his time, but still. The river turns his head, tiny smile on his face.
“Oh?” The driver’s brown eyes are deep, which Morpheus can see from the light of day, can see how they gleam.
“Yes. And I want,” he bites the sentence off, an odd bit of embarrassment for saying it ― even though he said it before easily. The driver leans in between the front chairs, looking interested, but giving him nothing, just an eyebrow raise, and Morpheus looks down at the car floor as he wrestles his humiliation down. “I want more of what we did before.”
There’s silence, only silence and the sound of cars on the road, and Morpheus wonders if the driver wants him to beg, wants him to say that yes, I can be the sex worker in this―”sure,” the driver says, and Morpheus takes a deep breath in relief as the driver slips between the front seats, eventually ending up on Morpheus’s lap once again, the weight searing hot as they kiss, deep and rough and messy. The driver’s breath tastes like smoke, just like last time, but Morpheus doesn’t mind.
The driver grinds down on him and he groans, hands going under the driver’s band shirt, moaning at the feel of copious chest hair. There’s the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and Morpheus’s breath leaves him as he’s pressed down onto the backseat of the car, a hand tugging his hair roughly, with the driver’s other hand going to undo Morpheus’s pants.
“And what more were you thinking of, exactly?” The driver asks, biting his lip, “any grand ideas?”
Morpheus whimpers, words lost under the haze of a rough, gloved hand in his hair, in the way the driver bites marks on his neck. He’s sure he had ideas, but somehow they seem lesser than the reality, so he shakes his head, gripping the driver’s chest hair and pants desperately.
“I have one,” the driver mutters, pulling up his black shirt to nip down his chest, and Morpheus can only pant, watching as the driver’s head goes lower, his hands moved to the brown and grey hair. “What do you think?” The driver asks, glancing up at him from on top of Morpheus’s stomach, stubble burn pleasant against his skin as the driver’s hands grab onto his hips.
“Yes,” he breathes, trying not to blink as the drivers hums, pulling down his pants ― and there’s an eyebrow raise as the driver sees that he’s gone commando, cock throbbing now that’s free of his skinny jeans, and also because of the driver’s face so close to it. “Please,” he croaks.
“I hope this,” the driver says, fondling Morpheus’s balls, and he moans, twitching into the hot, gloved touch, “is worth it.” Morpheus tries to say something in reply, but can only choke as the driver licks his cock, swiftly deep-throating him with ease, and Morpheus can only whimper and clutch at the driver’s hair, mind shorting out at the searing heat of the other’s mouth.
It’s only just started, but Morpheus finds himself clenching and crying as his orgasm appears like lightning, the driver swallowing it easily. Morpheus clenches at the driver’s hair as his pants are done back up, the driver glancing casually at the watch on his wrist.
“Look at that. Time’s up,” the driver says, voice rough and Morpheus whines, tugging the driver up into a bitter kiss. “You’ll have to get out soon,” the driver says once he parts, going back to the driver’s seat. Morpheus frowns, feeling shaky as he stares at the car’s clock ― his time is up, though he was sure they had plenty, wondering where the time went between the snogging or the blowjob.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#this is a length bc i've been thinking of them often
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Day 9 - Musician [Human AU]
[AO3]
“We’re on soon,” Dream breathes, yet doesn’t move away as Hob nibbles at his neck ― the bits of it that aren’t covered by the black choker anyway. Dream, in fact, whines, leaning into Hob’s hands as they go under the other’s black leather tank top. “You’ll wreck your makeup,” Dream tries instead, tugging at his hair, and Hob can feel Dream’s pulse skip against his mouth as he looks up, raising an eyebrow.
“Live a little. Like they don’t know anyway,” he says, biting up to the dangling red earring in Dream’s ear as they ground against each other, the noise of chaos outside the dressing room dimming under the delicious sounds of Dream’s gasping breath and moans, the adrenaline buzz of going out to a screaming, wanting crowd, as well as the arousal of having Dream so close better than any drug.
Dream groans, glossy pink lips pressing into his as Dream grabs onto his black jeans, “don’t ruin my voice,” his partner says.
“Of course not. That’s for after,” he promises, feeling Dream shiver against him as Hob’s hand goes into Dream’s skinny leather pants, somehow holding his arousal inside ― and Dream shivers, pale hands scrambling over Hob’s body before one ends up in Hob’s own pants, gripping his cock roughly as they fall into stroking each other. “Fuck, one of these days you really have to wear something that’s not fucking painted on.”
Dream laughs, loud and unsettling as lined lashes flutter against his cheek, “but Hob, I always get to see such nice pictures of you staring at my arse during the night.”
Hob rolls his eyes and brings Dream into a messy kiss, arousal fizzling as they whine and pant ― and suddenly, there’s rough knocking on the door, which they ignore as they bite at each other, orgasm rolling over them in waves.
“SERIOUSLY?! YOU HAVE SOUND CHECK RIGHT NOW GET THE FUCK OUT HERE! AND BE PRESENTABLE!” Mervyn barks from beyond the door, which sets them off into laughter.
“We do this every time, you think he’d be used to it by now,” Hob remarks, pulling away as they laugh, getting the tissue box from Dream’s dressing table as they clean themselves up.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#in my brain hob plays bass#but anyways fghfghg
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Day 8 - Sun
[AO3]
Hob cocks his head, looking up at the many shining stars in the sky. “What’s with all these?” He asks, knowing they represent something of Dream’s mood, considering, well, he’s the Dreaming. Hob considers it a bit of a privilege, having a partner who’s his own Fisher King, even with all the challenges.
“Decoration,” Dream replies stiffly, and Hob looks over with a smile.
“And if I did this?” He says, leaning over to kiss a pale arm, and Dream stills, the stars in Dream’s eyes shining like the stars in the sky, the suns pulsing even brighter as he kisses up Dream’s arm. “Somehow I don’t believe you,” he breathes, grinning widely as Dream’s face gets a light dusting of red.
“Hob,” Dream warns.
“What if I did―” he doesn’t finish, leaning over Dream, and going down, lifting up the other’s black shirt to nip at pink nipples until they’re red and hard. Dream breathes, and Hob can feel the sun’s get even brighter, beating down on his back as he licks down to Dream’s pants. “What do you reckon’ll happen when I do…” he trails off, nosing at Dream’s covered crotch, and Dream lets out a sound, and the blue of the sky starts to shine a bright white.
Dream groans, arching into his face, and Hob smiles caressing Dream’s hips ― the denim of the jeans melting away as Dream glares down at him.
“If you come, will I make shooting stars?” Hob asks, delighted as he presses a kiss to Dream’s stomach.
There’s a growl, loud and rough, and it feels like the tectonic plates of the Dreaming move to do it’s own version of a growl as Dream grabs his hair, tugging it until Hob moans, “maybe you should find out.” Dream’s voice is low, threatening, and Hob can only laugh Dream forces him to Dream’s hard cock.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#they. i love they#no thoughts only vibes for this one
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Day 2 - Leaking [Human AU]
[AO3]
Continuation of Model Hob! :D
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Dream stares down at the white strip of paper, taking a gulp at the simple blue words, meet me in my dressing room ;) as he thinks of Hob today ― of the black eyeliner he put on intense brown eyes, of the black leather jacket, with spikes on the shoulders, of the white harness criss-crossed, the only thing to distract you from Hob’s chest.
His insides are molten lava as he makes his way to the dressing rooms, note flicking between his fingers as he opens the door, heart rate jumping as he spots Hob, leaning against the dressing room chair, legs encased in leather and chunky black boots. “Wasn’t sure you’d show,” Hob says, giving him a smile. “Especially after last night.”
Dream bites his cheek, feeling his face heat up as he thinks of the club, “I didn’t mind,” he breathes, stepping closer until he can feel the heat of Hob’s body, and Dream can feel his insides prickle as Hob laughs, small and bright.
“Can I ask what you did after?” Hob whispers, eyes darkening, and Dream swallows as Hob’s hand, covered with a fingerless leather glove cups his cheek.
“Perhaps,” he replies, and Hob laughs again, nose pressing into his cheek before pulling him into a kiss, hot and deep.
“So, what did you do?” Hob asks into the kiss, and Dream whimpers as Hob brings him closer, and Dream’s cock throbs as Hob’s hands rove over him, going up under his black shirt, and Dream manages to grab onto Hob’s chest, clutching at the harness.
Dream starts as his hands go down to the leather pants, undoing them, “I went home an―” he pauses, looking down as he feels lace. Lace?? Dream stares at the dark blue lace panties under the leather, mind shorting out as he kneels down, Hob’s legs parting as he pulls the leather down, fingers digging into hairy thighs as he stares at Hob’s cock, hard and leaking, staining the panties, mouth watering as he looks.
“I’ll ask you later,” Hob says as gloved hands grab Dream’s hair, tugging him into Hob’s lace-covered cock, which he gladly takes the direction for, nosing into the lace before he sucks, the taste bitter as Hob maons.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#wanted to use my new post since i can now. so handy#also. talked in the server recently abt hob in punk gear and also a surprise#this was very stuck in my mind so fghgfh
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Day 30 - Bakery
[AO3]
“This is where you work now?” A deep, familiar voice says and Hob resists the urge to jump and swear, feeling Dream’s presence nearby as he focuses that the mixing bowls and utensils are clean and in their place for the day shift of the bakery. Even in space, and the fact that capitalism is no longer a thing, and yet things like bakeries persist to bring people fresh bread and desserts is comforting. Sighing, he turns around to see Dream, standing in place as blue eyes flick around.
“Yep,” he smiles, which melts into a frown as Dream looks him up and down, the plain black shirt and pants and apron, the steel-toed boots looked at critically. Dream has a particular expression on his face. “What?”
Dream tilts his head, stepping closer as Hob leans against the stainless steel countertop. “Aren’t you meant to be covered in flour or batter?”
Hob groans, scratching his forehead. “Actually, me being so clean after a full shift of kneading bread and making cakes means I’m at least decent at this job,” he huffs. “My teacher’s when I went to get into this industry drilled it into my head,” he pouts, crossing his arms. Sure, the messy baker with flour on their face and clothes is cute in fiction, but not true to real life, especially in a professional capacity. Home-style, maybe.
Dream frowns and gives him a once-over again, eyes like a brand. “You have flour on your shoes.”
“I always end up with something on my shoes,” Hob sighs and rolls his eyes, stepping forward so he can put his arms around Dream’s waist, “nothing a splash of water won’t fix.”
“And how much longer do you plan to live on this station?” Dream asks, looking around the bakery critically, a small window showing Mars outside, as well as the Milky Way.
“Until they make an all-black space station for my partner, of course,” he drawls, grinning as Dream glares at him, lips pinched. “Are you here to take me home?” He asks, looking around the bakery as he makes sure that everything is in place, and he mopped and cleaned the place nicely for the next shift.
Dream hmphs, hands coming up to frame his face as Dream pulls him into a kiss, eyes melting from a blue to black and stars, a stroke of the Milky Way being shown as Dream pulls away ― and pushes him down onto his bed. Hob hadn’t even noticed, mind only focusing on Dream’s lips and tongue as they kissed. “Surely you will not object to your clothes getting dirty now,” Dream purrs, slithering into his lap.
“That’s what the laundry is for,” he croaks, his hands going up and under Dream’s shirt, scraping pale skin as they kiss more, deep and indulgent as Dream grabs onto his jaw, black nails digging into his beard. The spark of arousal is there, slow and soft as they kiss ― and then Dream grounds down onto him, making him wheeze into Dream’s mouth as his cock gets rapidly interested in the proceedings. “Dream,” he whines as Dream pushes him flat onto the bed.
Above him, Dream smirks, one hand taking off Hob’s shirt while the other unbuttons his pants, cupping his dick roughly, and Hob shivers as a finger presses against his balls, stroking them. “It will be a delight,” Dream whispers, voice hooking deep inside his guts, cock twitching as Dream bites at his collarbone. Hob whimpers, clutching at Dream’s hair desperately as Dream nips down his chest, tongue swirling around his nipples, then down― “to mess up such a man, so good at his job.”
Hob shivers, gasping and closing as a pink mouth reaches his cock, eyes full of the Milky Way staring up at him as Dream swallows him. Hob can only pant and moan Dream’s name as Dream sucks him to a maddening orgasm.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#in this essay i will say in my capacity of what pro baking knowledge i have as to why the 'messy baker' makes me angry-#also. everytime after baking class. always flour or smth on my shoes smh#then had to clean them for the next time bc they always wanted us to Look Presentable with ironed chef outfit and clean shoes#so anyway#bakery but in space also bc i wanted scifi
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Day 26 - Quickie [Human AU]
[AO3]
Time for more regency enemies-to-lovers!
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“This would be easier without all this,” Hob grumbles, tugging at the laces on the back of Dream’s shirt, who rolls his eyes as the shirt is taken off and thrown onto the floor.
“That’s very expensive, and you like how I look,” he scolds as he takes off Hob’s coat, the sounds of the theatre around them from their private room. “Plus, we did not come here to―”
“You show up in this,” Hob frowns, and tugs at the lace-up sides of Dream’s pants as Hob nips at his throat, sitting on top of him and the velvet chair, “and expect me not to go crazy?” Hob huffs. Rolling his eyes, he puts his hands in Hob’s hair, mussing up the bow holding it tight.
Dream tries to say something, but it ends up a gasping moan as Hob’s tongue swirls around a nipple, callused hands unbuttoning his pants. “At least we’re in private,” he concedes with a breath, whining and arching into Hob’s hand as it cups his cock.
“Like you care about that,” Hob says, dark eyes pinning him to the spot as Hob bites marks into his stomach, going down to his hips. Moaning, he arches into Hob’s hand working his dick, Hob’s other hand pulling his pants down to his knees, stopped by his knee-high boots.
Dream groans, watching as Hob bites at skin above his pubic hair, “Hob,” he grounds out, tugging the other’s hair roughly. Hob only whines, nosing against his skin with a wild grin. “You are the one who started this,” he scowls, wrangling his legs up to Hob’s shoulders.
Hob sighs, the breath tingling against his hard cock, and he gasps as Hob tugs his balls, “fine. So impatient,” the other man sighs, turning to nip at Dream’s inner thighs. Dream can only pant as a hot mouth engulfs him, tongue pressed on the underside of it and Dream holds onto the back of the chair, head arching back to stare at the ornate ceiling as Hob works him into orgasm, helped along by Hob’s hand stroking his balls and going up to lightly touch his entrance.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#listen i recently got a new game so my brain also wanted a quick one
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Day 3 - Affection
[AO3]
“How’re you feeling?” Hob asks, the sterile environment of the room after decontamination and decompression on the making Dream seem almost transparent when combined with the white of everything else. Humanity is going to space, and has yet to move on from sterile white for some things. Maybe Hob should look into paint to put some colour into it, since they do now own their own spaceship.
“I miss when I could walk in zero-G without a spacesuit,” Dream mumbles, and Hob suddenly finds himself with Dream’s face hiding in his neck, as strong, not-Endless arms go around his waist. Hob hums, rubbing Dream’s arms as they walk into their spaceship, and Dream sighs, melting on top of him as they reach their bed.
“Well, space travel’s only just starting, it’ll get more streamlined eventually,” Hob points out ― and they probably should get their ship off the dock, maybe going back towards Earth, though he also doesn’t want to move from underneath Dream’s humanoid form, and every day Hob still feels like pinching himself as he wakes up to Dream ― still alive, still there. Not Endless anymore, which Dream’s still working through, even hundreds of years later.
“It better,” Dream says, voice muffled by Hob’s shirt, pale hands coming up to pat at Hob’s beard as Dream slithers up to kiss him.
“At least we got a cool ship now,” Hob breathes into the kiss, “though I’m thinking of a splash of paint for that white area―” Dream bites his chin and Hob giggles, pleasure soft and slow as they rut against each other gently, “alright, shutting up, got that.”
“Talk about something else,” Dream orders, breath tickling his ear as Dream nips at it, a hand going down to Hob’s pants to grip his cock, making Hob gasp.
“Like what? I’m up for ideas, Prince of Stories,” he whines, arching into Dream’s hand, and going to bite at Dream’s throat, and Dream shivers as he bites over fading marks.
“What can we do, now that we have this exorbitantly priced ship,” Dream mumbles, and considering words like exorbitant, far too lucid ― so Hob flips them over and grinds down on his partner until Dream starts moaning, hands now holding onto his arms.
“One of the first things we’re definitely gonna do once we get out of here, is just fuck with all those stars around us,” Hob breathes, feeling Dream shiver and clutch him tighter, beard scraping down Dream’s throat and there’s a full-body shiver once more. “I’ve always like Jupiter, so maybe we can hang around Jupiter, and I can fuck you against the window. So many possibilities.”
Dream cries out, bucking into him as Hob takes one of Dream’s fingers, putting it in his mouth as Dream’s other hand caresses his face, blue eyes wet and filled with love and affection. “Always,” Dream whispers.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#today's vibes said sappiness and scifi#also retired dream
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Day 16 - Single Parent [Human AU]
[AO3]
Dream snaps awake, looking up at the window and only seeing the muted colours of almost-sunrise beyond the warm body holding him. Groaning, Dream wriggles in place, not wanting to leave Hob’s arms, and he pats the man’s chest hair mournfully as he slowly moves out of the bed. Looking around the room, he finds his clothes, quietly putting them on as Hob groans, moving on the bed and Dream freezes, never looking forward to this part of one-night stands.
“No breakfast?” Hob mumbles, a brown eye cracking open and Dream pauses, putting on his leather jacket.
“I have to get my kid ready for school,” he offers, knowing that many of his trysts are usually turned off, letting him leave unscathed.
Hob groans motions for him to get closer, which he does with wariness, confused as Hob grabs onto his hands, pulling him closer, “Fair enough, but not even a kiss? Or a return of what you gave me last night?” Hob asks, smiling brightly and Dream’s heart skips, remembering Hob’s hazy mutterings as he was inside the other man.
“If―if you want,” he stutters, breath leaving him as Hob pulls him down by the lapels of his jacket to kiss him, starting off chaste, but getting more devouring, rough hands tugging his hair ― then leaving him, Dream gasping as he leans against Hob’s forehead. “Your phone,” he croaks, pulling himself back with failing self-control as Hob moves to get his phone. Orpheus, he thinks to himself, swallowing as Hob hands him the phone, as he puts his number in.
“See you ‘round, stranger,” Hob says with a smile, and Dream almost trips over a wardrobe as he nods, probably because he can’t stop looking at Hob as he leaves, only until he reaches the doorframe. Then he turns and flees, heart racing as he exits Hob’s flat.
He’s on the street when his phone pings, an unrecognised number texting him a simple ;) and Dream tries to clear his mind of Hob’s warm flat as he walks to a bus station.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#vibes today said aftermath mainly gfhjhgj#also. single dad dream :)
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Day 15 - "And why should I care?"
[AO3]
Hob squirms on his bed, unable to move away from Dream’s thighs around his hips. “That jacket was a favourite,” he breathes, glancing at the torn remains of his brown leather jacket sadly.
Dream hmphs and grabs onto his jaw, black nails digging into his skin as he watches Dream’s other hand stroke a pale cock, “and why should I care?” Dream growls, body a vice as Hob can feel ― Dream’s entrance, right near his dick, and he pants, shivering as the hand on his jaw strokes down his throat, and Hob realises his hands are tight on Dream’s upper thighs as he squeezes them.
“Because it’s my favourite, and it’s vintage nowadays,” he points out, and Dream frowns, hand on his throat going down to play with Hob’s nipples, and of course, his chest hair, which Dream has a particular affinity for.
“I will fix it. Now, relax, my love,” Dream promises ― and Hob wheezes, feeling his cock enter Dream, who moans at the intrusion, quickly taking him to the hilt.
“Dream,” he chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut, the sound of Dream’s languorous moans and sounds, the hand on Dream’s cock as he rocks up into Dream’s body blindly, driven by instinct, to hear Dream get even louder, filling the room with it.
He’s kept still by Dream’s hand on his chest, his hands going up to Dream’s hips to grab onto, bliss spurred on by the silky smooth of Dream’s insides, of the body holding him down with ease, of Dream’s “yes” and “more” ― and he comes with a cry.
Hob can feel the come leaking from Dream’s hole as he takes heaving breaths, opening his eyes to watch Dream bitten and puffy red lips scream his name, and Hob shivers as his chest, his throat and the bottom of his jaw is coated with Dream’s come.
“Beautiful,” Dream breathes, leaning down to bite at his jaw, licking up some of the white fluid, Dream’s hands going to his collarbones, stroking through the come gathered with a hum. Hob wriggles, feeling himself still inside Dream ― and that Dream’s cock, resting against his stomach, is still hard and leaking.
Hob laughs, “if you say so,” he pulls away one of his hands to stroke Dream’s hair, tilting his head as Dream licks away more of the come at his throat.
#dc#the sandman#dreamling#dreamling fanfic#dreamling smeptember#smeptember 2023#dream x hob#hob x dream#hob x morpheus#writing#not sfw#smth sweet for today gfhfh#little palate cleanser
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