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I’m sorry, but I’m a little bit obsessed with how many classic yaoi manga tropes Edvard and Astor (unintentionally?) hits.

I mean on one hand there’s Edvard, who’s a diminutive, earnest, overly emotional, overly excitable spitfire of a man. And then there’s Astor, who’s calm, smug, arrogant and quietly intense. It’s straight out of CLAMP. Edvard’s colour scheme is even red and black ffs; if Astor wore white to match his hair instead of purple it would be indisputable.

Plus of course ‘I keep a picture of him in a locket to remind me how much I hate him’? Edvard stripping clothes off himself and throwing them at Astor out of rage? Astor’s weirdly sincere ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ and ‘be well’? Also the fact that Barnaby, whose charisma is, need I remind you, *as the sun*, being mostly ignored by the both of them when they’re together because they’re too busy arguing/flirting with each other.

At this point I’m looking forward to the final episode where Astor will no doubt corner Edvard somewhere, take Edvard’s face in his shovel-like hands, and say something like ‘if I couldn’t keep you with me I needed to make you hate me to keep you safe’.

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vulva!dream not wanting to get off Hob's cock after they both orgasm

Hob acquiescing but only if he can play with Dream's so-sensitive-it's-nearly-painful clit (cuz like, head of dick & clit are both the most sensitive part of the Bits™)

Hob pulling out a vibrator to have Dream screaming with too much, too much, Hob please. (but still refusing to let Hob slip out) That's it. That's the post

That's it. That's the post/🍭 anon

Ushy-gushy pussy Dream is an underrated concept imo. Like, of course he's tight and he grips around Hob’s cock like he never wants to let go, but he's so damned wet. Especially after he's cum. So he's sitting on Hob’s dick with fluids soaking absolutely everywhere, and Hob can't pull out because there'll be even more of a mess.

It's a vicious cycle, because all the time Hob is torturing Dream’s poor swollen clit with the vibrator, he just gets wetter and wetter. Its a miracle that Hob’s dick doesn't just slide out (well, not a miracle - Dream definitely uses a bit of reality manipulation to make sure that it stays exactly where he wants it).

The mutual overstimulation game becomes one of Dream’s favourites, and Hob learns to enjoy having his soft cock warmed by Dream’s soaking, trembling insides. And as he gradually gets hard all over again, he gets to thoroughly enjoy Dream’s little screams slowly turning into slutty moans and whimpers.

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The words “ushy gushy pussy Dream” live rent free in my head jsyk

Dream who gets so worked up around his human that he keeps having to magic his underwear clean, Hob teases him endlessly for it, which gets him more worked up

Dream who is so slick he has a hard time keeping Hob where he wants him begging for Hob to fuck him harder

Dream whose slick tastes better than Olympian nectar to Hob, who can eat him out for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from him

A/B/O Omega Dream whose pretty little pink cunt gets him nice and bred by his alpha during a heat

PUSSY DREAM

mmmmHHHMMM agree agree AGREE.

Every time Hob slides his hands down into Dream’s underwear, he inevitably finds a little mess waiting for him. Dream’s pussy is already wet and warm, and his fingers slip so easily through the warm fluid. It's just so damn easy to finger Dream when he's always wet and open, when his greedy little cunt practically invites one or two or three fingers inside.

He isn't even ashamed of himself, and why should he be? He can't help being so wet and worked up all the time. He just wants to sit on Hob’s lap and get off against his thigh, work off a bit of that horniness so he can focus on the movie they're supposed to be watching.

By the time Hob gets around to fucking him, he can barely keep his cock inside. Dream is just so wet, so leaky, he keeps sliding right out again. Of course Hob makes it up to him by putting his mouth on that pretty pussy and sucking up every drop of slick he can manage.

You can bet that Dream squirts like a champ, too. Gets Hob (and the bed, and the floor) absolutely soaked. He's mortified the first time it happens, but after that... he takes great pleasure in getting Hob nice and wet.

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The ABO Omega Dream deliberately going to Hob just before his heat stirred up an idea. Alpha Hob never expected to go to university, not after his entire family died of an illness that Hob by some twisted sense of luck did not catch because of a week-long school camping trip when he was fifteen. By sixteen he was more worried about a roof over his head and his next meal than he was about his education. When Miss Endless offered him a full sponsorship after watching him tutor university students for extra money on the condition he cooks some meals for her younger brother, Hob took the chance without hesitation. Then he met the human disaster that is Morpheus 'Dream' Endless. He does not even realise when he makes himself Dreams house husband. Dream does though within a week he is writing Hobs names in hearts. By the time his next heat comes around Dream is ready to do just about anything to get Hob into his bed. Or couch. Or the wall. He is not picky.

ALPHA HOUSE HUSBAND HOB ALPHA HOUSE HUSBAND HOB this is music to my ears.

I'm obsessed. Hob is basically Dream’s live-in maid, nanny, therapist, friend. And Hob fucking loves it, OK? Alphas aren't traditionally meant to be caretakers, but Hob is made for this. He's patient when Dream is acting like a spoiled brat, teaches him basic cooking and cleaning, nurses him through the flu (this is when he tells Dream about his family tragically dying, and Dream shows such empathy and sweetness. Hob is so in love with him). When heats come and go Hob politely leaves the flat for a few days, much to Dream’s frustration. He WANTS Hob, but his seduction attempts all fall flat. Hob is too scared to make a mess of their perfect arrangement.

And then Hob goes into rut, and he locks himself up in his room, barricading the door and pushing a towel up against the gaps so he can't smell Dream and be tempted. He's lying there in agony, alternating between wanking and crying about it.

Dream fucking kicks down the door, somehow. His massive goth boots probably make it possible for him to do it. Hob’s first reaction is well fuck now I have to repair the door and his second reaction is fuckmatepleasematemine.

Dream helps him through the rut so sweetly and gently that Hob doesn't have time to be worried. He doesn't know that Dream has wanted him ever since he came into the flat and immediately loaded the dishwasher, changed the blown light bulbs and sewed a button back onto Dream’s favourite jacket.

Idiots made in heaven <3

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thinking again about hysterical literature au..... because lbr hob is obsessed with dream's voice. and dream doesn't really get it?? but he eventually agrees to record a sample to send to his publisher. publisher, of course, jumps at the chance to do a companion audiobook, because dream's recording is so different. his voice is deep and smooth and dommy as hell, he's very clearly ~enjoying himself but he's much quieter about it. very nice contrast with hob's 'sub loudly coming his brains out' vibe.

they don't film dream's recording sessions. so there's so way for the publisher to know that dream does his recordings with hob kneeling at his feet, dream's cock in his mouth, occasionally fucking hob's throat but mostly just using him as a cockwarmer. or, sometimes, hob sitting on his cock and leaning forward against dream's desk so he can use hob's back to hold the book he's reading from.

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Oh GOD yes.

Hob is so enthusiastic about Dream’s recording because he knows that it's going to be smoking hot. He doesn't realise that Dream is going to invite him to be involved too! Hob is supposed to stay nice and still during the recordings but it's so hard. Occasionally Dream has to cut the recording and reprimand his sub until Hob goes quiet and goes back to being the perfect table.

And once Hob has access to the recordings... you know he's going to make good use of them. When Dream is busy getting into his writing routine, and Hob wants a little bit of attention... he can pop his headphones in and enjoy a bit of "me time". Dream loves to sneak upstairs when he knows that Hob is getting busy, just to peep in on him when he's quite obviously enjoying Dream’s reading. He gets to enjoy the reading and the memory of the recording, and Dream gets to enjoy watching him. Hob is just so pretty squirming on his biggest dildo, and Dream is extremely flattered that he can get so worked up by hearing that recording.

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PLEASE WRITE FLOWER SHOP AU I BEG U ajkshjdkjhasjd <3 plz

You have single handedly broke me out of my writing block lol Thank you! Srysly I wrote this 1.5k fic in like 2 hours when i was supposed to be studying but then inspiration hit sooo here is pure fluff

When Dream saw the depreciated state of the White Horse his heart constricted. All his memories and regrets of Hob played in his mind over a second. He sighed and shivered as the wind ruffled his coat and sneaked under the folds. He spotted a cluster of pink flowers set against the metal fence carefully arranged, there was no sign or any indication of why it was left there but the dedication was clear to Dream who recognised the flower from the dream of a Victorian woman mourning the loss of her wife, among the flowers symbolised her grief was this flower - a Carnation - which meant that she’ll always remember her lover. Dream wondered who the flower was meant for, to be so meticulously displayed new ones at that since they were still in full bloom. 

Dream debated with himself if he should look for Hob in the Dreaming, but it was a rule he did not want to break out of respect clearly their meetings had ended in 1889. As he turned to leave a bright cluster of flowers caught his attention, the small cluster of pink camellias stood out from the off brown bricks and dreary street background. The flowers curved up the brick wall and looped along the surface as if they were leading somewhere. With reverence Dream ran his hand across the soft flower feeling the longing imbued into the small pink petals. His eyes traced the path of the flowers and despite his rational mind he carefully started to follow them down the alleyway, a small ember of hope flickering to life in his heart. The cold alleyway was strangely clean of rubbish, the pavement nicely decorated cobblestone, the whole thing was transformed by the bright colours of the flowers giving the small space between buildings a welcoming feeling. Light flooded his senses as soon as he stepped out the alley into a small park surrounded by houses. It was like he stepped into a dream; the sounds of the city were distant and muffled, the weak midday light seemed somehow brighter as it refracted across the leaves of the tall oak trees bathing the gravel path in a cool shadow. The gardens on either side of the path were filled with flowers of varying colours and sizes all arranged in an artful way so that they matched. The joyous cries of small children echoed throughout the small park as they ran around chasing each other. Still, what caught Dream’s eyes was the quint shop next to a coffee shop at the end of the gravel path. His feet hurriedly took him over without his consent and soon he found himself face to face with the glass door.  He hesitated as he caught a glimpse of rows and rows of nearly arranged flowers, it was otherwise empty of people. 

Dream in a haze pushed the door open, the bell above gave a soft jingle, the warm lighting above the flowers made them glow, and despite at first glance at what seemed to be a chaotic display was actually quite ordered the colours arranged to be harmonious and pleasing to look at, their scents mixed together into a indescribable fragrance. The sense of dedication mixed with a deep rooted longing permeated the space and Dream faltered at the strength of it.

“Just a second,” someone called out from the back, their voice awfully similar, that had Dream’s head snapping up. He stared at the door, his mind completely blank even though his heart rate picked up. Then between one breath and the next Hob was there, dusting his hands on a dirty apron a slight frown on his face as he tried to get at least some dirt off his hands. His hair, longer than it’s ever been hung in front of his face, and Dream’s throat clogged up and for a terrifying second he thought he lost all air and couldn’t speak again. When Hob finally lifted his head his beautiful brown eyes widened as they landed on Dream. He still couldn’t speak but by the radiant smile Hob gave him he didn’t need to and at that the suffocating feeling dissolved his mouth involuntarily tugging into a small private smile. 

“You’re late” Hob huffed, the words were gruff but his eyes were kind happiness twinkling in them. Dream stiffened not wanting to explain his capture not yet. 

“I was told it’s rude to keep one’s friends waiting,” he said, putting a special emphasis on friends as close to an apology as he’ll get. Hob chuckled, as he moved towards the register.

“So how are you?” Hob asked idly, playing with the register. Dream wandered towards the isles of neatly arranged flowers revelenty running his hands through each flower, getting echoes of feelings from them. 

“This is new” he noted, deliberately changing the subject which Hob seemed to notice from the amused twinkling of his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Well yes I had a friend who taught me how to arrange the flowers and stuff, he also taught me their meanings” he added with a slight blush which made him glow under the soft orange light. Dream hummed with interest, his eyes tracing the various arrangements that Hob’s had done. 

“You have done an admirable job” Dream complemented as he looked at a particularly well done arrangement for a wedding, the colours of the whole were simple and pastel and their meaning perfectly symbolised the couple’s love for eachother. 

“Thank you!” Hob called out cheerfully from the front of the shop, then after a second “Do you want one?” he asked and Dream’s head snapped up his eyes instantly finding Hob’s. 

“I would be honoured” he said and Hob gave him a beaming smile as Dream returned to the flowers.

There was one arrangement that at first looked beautiful: the pinks blended together perfectly but when Dream looked at their meanings they  seemed wildly out of place, pink camellias like outside mixed in and overpowered by cyclamen and some other flowers hidden behind those two dominant ones; longing and resignation. 

From the corner of his eyes Dream watched as Hob approached and stilled when he realised which arrangement Dream was studying with such focus. His eyes widened as Dream picked the pot up and brought it closer to inspect all the smaller flowers in there; there was a small white Heliotrope tucked under the leaf of a camelia along with a purple orange Zinnia on the outskirts of the camellias  but right in the middle of the whole arrangement was a cluster of iris flowers - a representation of hope. And suddenly everything made sense. 

“Who was this for Hob Gadling?” Dream asked wonder seeping into his voice. Hob paled as his eyes fixated on a distant point. 

“Ahh no one” He said awkwardly, still not looking at Dream. 

“It’s rubbish, really. One of my first. I can make a batter one”  Then he made a move to take the pot out of Dream’s hands and his arms involuntarily tightened around it. 

“I’ll take this one,” Dream declared. Hob gave him a look and sighed, along with a bright red blush as he looked the flowers over in Dream’s hands. 

“Can’t convince you right?” he asked, Dream stubbornly shook his head. He gave another exasperated look but a small smile wormed its way onto his face, Dream smiled in return. 

“Right what should I write on the pot?” Hob asked as they took the arrangement to the register. Dream debated for a second with himself but decided that Hob had waited long enough. 

“For Dream” he said and Hob’s brows scrunched up in confusion.

“Dream?” he asked. 

“My name, Hob Gadling” Dream said with an amused smile as Hob’s face went over a whole range of emotions over a span of a second. 

“Oh” he exhaled “It’s a lovely name” he said softly as he finished packaging up the arrangement so it wouldn’t get damaged. As Dream lingered in the doorway not wanting to leave yet Hob called after him. 

“Don’t be a stranger Dream” And Dream’s heart momentarily stopped at the sound of his own name from Hob’s mouth, he wanted to hear it again and again. 

“Next week perhaps” he said, his back still facing Hob but he could sense the warmth of Hob’s smile. 

“Next week then”

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Little nightmare and his human 😎✨👀

This was very fun to draw

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Also I can’t sleep until this is out of my brain -

The cockwarming

Hob trying to grade papers sitting on Dream’s dick.

Trying to host a zoom class - Dream has hidden himself from the camera and Hob is naked from the waist down letting Dream languidly fuck into him while he lectures

While making dinner. Dream going from just staying inserted and holding Hob’s hips from behind while he stirs a pot to fucking him so hard Hob is panting and whining against the kitchen counter and the pit boils over

Hob draped over Dream’s throne (especially as he goes about ordering around dream creatures and commanding his realm). Then later he balances Hob in his lap and soaks inside of him while Dream sprawls across the steps

Dream inserting himself into Hob the moment he enters the Dreaming. This is often in a dream version of the white horse or Hob sprawled out in Fiddler’s green

And eventually Hob has to whine that it’s too much. He’s too sore and he wants his hole to be In its tightest best shape for his lover so he needs a break.

So Dream takes his thighs instead. Slides himself between them and sits the same way he treated Hob’s hole. Fucks them hard and fast, soft and slow. But he paints Hob’s thighs repeatedly with himself. Uses his fingers to paint cum infused images of new sigils and nightmares and dreams on the expanse of Hob’s skin.

(Also sure we can all kiss if it means these wonderful ideas keep coming) ;)

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🫀 anon, my beloved, my angel. ALL OF THE ABOVE. These scenarios are too delicious. Hob’s poor, pretty little hole. Just imagine Dream eating him out in between rounds, too. Licking over his hole and soothing his rim with a gentle tongue. And then Hob is back onto cockwarming duty again. Even in his sleep, Dream is fucking his thighs or grinding against his ass. Insatiable Dream is a blessing, omg.

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oh man a dreamling bdsm au could be so good?? especially like!!! imagine if hob actually has his little revelation about dream in 1789 and then comes to the meeting in 1889 actually doing all the things a sub would normally do to present themselves to a dom (and lbr there's space to go a little wild with that in terms of piercings/plugs/collars/etc) but telling dream that he thinks what he's looking for is a compatible sub goes uh. badly.

and then 2022 comes around and hob's very happy to have dream back in his life! and dream's realized that okay yeah he wants to dom the living daylights out of hob! except hob is absolutely not signalling anything at all anymore, he's learned that lesson, thanks, he knows dream isn't interested like that. so now dream has to actually court him.

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God yes!!!! I'm imagining Hob turning up and absolutely laying all his cards on the table. Collar and leash, piercings on display, a fucking muzzle (because I need to see Hob in a muzzle before I die). He wants Dream to be his dom and he is not being shy about it. And Dream. Doesn't take it well, because he's an idiot, so Hob has to face a humiliating rejection that is very Not Sexy.

He has 133 years to get over it though. He keeps one or two of the piercings because he likes them, and he keeps on rejecting everyone who tries to dom him. And then Dream shows up and he can see the nipple piercings though Hob’s shirt!!! And he's trying to focus on friendship but shit, Hob is so sweet and Dream doesn't understand how some other dom hasn't come and taken care of him by now!

Everything's going well and its all very platonic and pleasant and Hob is giving Dream the cliff notes version of the 20th century. And all Dream can think of is how he wants to put Hob over his lap for a nice little session of gentle discipline. He tries to give a few signals - gives Hob his most seductive glance, even puts a hand on the back of Hob’s neck as they walk of the pub together. But Hob is firmly not going there.

So Dream has to put together a cunning plan to get Hob to realise that he was right! Dream is looking for a compatible sub!! In fact he knows that Hob is the right one for him. He buys a variety of gifts, takes him out for expensive meals, he even writes a long letter telling Hob all about how he feels but in the end, he gets to shy to send it.

In the end, it comes to a head when he sees some other dom trying to push Hob around when Hob just clearly wants to be left alone, so Dream steps in and pretty much claims Hob as his in front of the whole pub... and afterwards Hob is like "Did you mean it??" and Dream just grabs him, throws him over his own shoulder and takes him off to ravish him <3

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actually you know what. i feel like in a d/s verse there would actually be plenty of clothing options available specifically designed for easy access, like? jeans except instead of having a seam between the legs they have overlapping panels that normally cover everything but can be pulled aside and. yeah okay hob in jeans and a sweater, very much casual uni professor fashion, just lounging in dream's lap, except he's got dream's cock in his ass and his own pretty little caged dick pulled out and on display. maybe with a sound that dream can reach down and play with when hob forgets and stops clenching around dream.

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Back to BDSM au land... consider: People do not know that Hob is a sub. There are no physical identifying markers and he's forged his paperwork so everyone thinks he's just a chilled out, single dom, living his life. He's a University professor, and that's a typical dom job. Once he gets together with Dream, he decides that he doesn't particularly want to "come out" as a sub, so he carries on as before (with Dream’s full support). Except, there are a few changes.

About half of his classes are still online (thanks, budget cuts), which is very good news. He blurs the background on his zoom calls, and to everyone else nothing looks amiss. No one knows that he's sitting on Dream’s cock. Sometimes his internet will glitch out and he'll have to switch off his camera altogether, and that's really because he's on the floor grinding himself to orgasm on Dream’s shiny black shoe, and licking it clean afterwards. His teaching doesn't suffer, in fact, because his base needs are being fulfilled, he's doing better than ever.

On campus, his routine remains much as before. Except for dildo. Every morning, Dream lovingly fills him up with a toy that's based specifically on Dream’s own anatomy. It's designed to stay in all day, and it attaches on to his cock cage at the front. All day, it rubs into his prostate and because it's made of dreamstuff, Dream can move and manipulate it however he likes. It's purpose is to remind Hob of exactly who his arse belongs to. Sometimes Dream will pop into his office during the day to take him for lunch, and they'll head to a cafe where Hob will happily perch on Dream’s lap. Everyone who sees thinks it's just Hob being silly and goofy, having fun with his mysterious friend. Nobody knows that he's being lovingly fucked through the flap at the back of his jeans. That's their little secret.

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Back at it again with the doujin tropes~ Anyone else down for a Dreamling trapped in a wall sex marathon? Fair warning, I'd like this to be more noncon/dubcon, with Hob not knowing it's Dream fucking with him on the other side of the wall. BUT you can always think of it as some sexy roleplaying ;)

I still have no idea how this came to be, but Hob is stuck inside a wall XD. Dream is looking for Hob and instead finds his ass hanging out of a wall, almost conveniently at the height of his crotch OR at ground level, both incredibly convenient positions for sex. And Hob is panicking thinking some pervert is molesting him, and nearly cries for help when the mysterious pervert takes off his pants and starts kneading his ass. And then, oh then, those hands spread his cheeks to expose his cute twitching hole, and Hob jolts when he feels a tongue licking him, he starts crying and squirming when the tongue starts fucking him, sloppily eating him out for such a long time. And Hob is heaving by the end, tears and drool running down his face, thinking it's finally over. Then he hears a zipper going down, and his entire body freezes up when he feels something huge and hot tap his aching hole, teasing him slowly. Hob beings to shiver from fear...... or is it anticipation?

Stay horny always folks ;)

-Yan Anon <3

Once again I am yelling!!! About this!!!! Akansnsmdnd. The glory hole/fucking through a wall concept deserves more love imo. And i have 2 scenarios to add to the lovely stuff you've shared here.

One. Hob is doing some renovation work on the New Inn at like 3am because he's on a tight schedule and he wants to get it done. Because he's sleep deprived, he accidentally causes some damage and ends up half buried under a mound of brick and plaster. He isn't badly hurt, just stunned and. Stuck. He can't reach his phone so he'll have to wait until his staff arrive... or so he thinks. He hears footsteps in the darkness and starts begging for help, but the mysterious stranger hushes him softly and instead of freeing him, pulls down his jeans so his arse is bare. Hob struggles a bit, but not as much as he usually might. Something about that hand is familiar... But he DOES struggle and beg the person to help him, or leave him alone. He gets no answer, and at first the touches are gentle, rubbing his butt and thighs, but gradually things get rougher. Hob finds himself being viciously spanked by the mystery man and the worst part is, he's SO aroused. And he has to lie there and take it. When the mystery stranger is done reddening Hob’s arse, they lean in close to press a cool kiss to his smarting cheek. "Consider this your punishment for avoiding my realm, and not getting an adequate amount of sleep." (Hob passes out then, and Dream is nice enough to transfer him up to his bed. His arse still really hurts though).

Two. Hob is in a kinky mood, and heads to a particular club he knows well. They have special booths where people can anonymously fuck without ever seeing each other: Hob settles himself in one such booth with his arse out and on display. That's the only part of him his potential partners will see. Throughout the evening he takes a range of dicks, until his hole is loose and sloppy and it's almost time to stagger home and enjoy feeling totally well fucked. His final partner of the night has big, cold hands which make him shiver and moan softly. His hole is prodded and poked, and the stranger tuts softly over how loose he is. He presses 3 fingers into Hob right away and fucks him brutally with them, until Hob is crying out for mercy and his prostate aches with the stimulation. Then, he feels something huge and bulbous against his entrance, insistently pressing inside. Hob cries that it's too much, he can't possibly take something so big, but the stranger ignores him and begins to fuck him properly. Hob writhes and screams as his own cock jerks and he cums all over himself, totally filled up with the enormous dick inside him. He wants to stay in the booth forever, being split apart and filled up with spurts of thick, potent cum.

And that's on walls and holes, besties <3

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Dream’s ability to shape shift can leads to many,many possibilities…

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Your post about Hob having his nipples pierced has be thinking. Dream ties Hobs arms to the bed posts and just spends hours playing with all his piercings.

Poor Hob. When he agrees to be tied up, he assumes that he’s going to get some kind of relief. Maybe Dream will suck him off or at least play with his hole. But no. Dream sits on Hob’s lap, and he totally ignores all the places where Hob really wants his hands and mouth to be. Instead, he focuses in on his nipples and his navel, which also happens be pierced and currently sports a delicate silver ring. Dream is just totally fascinated by the texture of the precious metal under his tongue. And oh, Hob is so sensitive! His abdominal muscles jump and twitch as Dream licks and pulls the metal between his teeth. Then he's back up to his nipples again, sealing his mouth around Hob’s pec and suckling there, feeling the cold metal on his tongue and the sweat dripping down Hob’s chest.

He's starting to think he's going to have to run down to the piercing parlour and get himself a prince albert, because it seems like that's the only way Dream will be persuaded to touch his cock. And god, he's so fucking hard and leaking everywhere, but it's just not quite enough to let him cum... until Dream starts talking.

"You have adorned yourself for me. Made yourself into an alter for my temple and decorated yourself accordingly. I find it most pleasing, my love. I would make you shine with silver and gold, litter you with gemstones. I know how much you enjoy it... Will you cum for me, sweet thing? I believe that you can, just from my mouth on your lovely tits."

And yeah, that's pretty much all it takes for Hob to surprise himself and cum with his cock completely untouched <3 he's still thinking about getting that dick piercing tho.

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I like the idea of Hob being So Very Pretty when he cries. Dream is very pleased with himself whenever he can get Hob to cry from pleasure/overstimulation/whatever. But if anyone Else makes Hob cry, Dream will be launching them into the abyss to spend eternity in nightmares. Those are Dreams tears to make and he is Possessive.

Alsksndn incredible concept <3

I love the idea that Hob is a pretty crier. His cheeks go all red and his eyes start to water, and his lips wobble, and Dream is just gazing at him like he's the prettiest little thing in the universe. He'll gently taste the tears from Hob’s cheeks and moan over how good he tastes, and all the time he never stops doing whatever it is that's made Hob cry in the first place. The thing that's absolutely guaranteed to bring him to tears is being overstimulated - and one of Dream’s favourite things is to bend him over and absolutely torture his prostate until he's begging for mercy. Dream will milk him through multiple orgasms, stroking that poor little bundle of nerves while Hob claws at the sheets and kicks his legs and generally screams and cries and sobs.

However. No one else is allowed to make Hob cry. No one. If he catches Hob having a little weep because work has been really stressful recently, Dream gives the entire upper management team nightmares for weeks. If Hob has a nightmare (Dream reluctantly allows this because it's important for his mental health) about his past, Dream is secretly plotting whether he can kill a person who's already dead. The only reason Hob should be crying is for joy or for horny reasons, and Dream is going to be the only one making that happen.

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Hairy Hob is a blessing I never thought I needed. And this is coming from someone who was kind of meh on the whole body hair thing in sex stuff, it's fine if it's in it, but not my thing usually. Imagine my surprise when I end up going feral, not for someone like the Corinthian who honestly should be more my type, I end up going absolutely bonkers for Hob Gadling. Hob Gadling this absolute Honda Civic of a man, I love him.

Scent kink too, but I digress. More to the point, for someone like Hob, I figured he might be a bit insecure about his body hair when he and Dream first get together. Maybe he noticed one time how much arm hair he has compared to Dream, who took off his coat for some reason. So, the day comes when they finally plan to do the do, and Hob spends the entire morning and afternoon shaving his entire body, cause waxing will hurt too much XD. And then it's time, they're making out. Deam starts to touch his body while kissing and is progressively becoming more confused the more he touches Hob. Until Dream loses patience and rips his shirt to shreds to see his bare chest. And the horror on Dream's face XD, you'd think someone died or something, immediately ripping off Hob's pants and underwear, and he's bare everywhere of course. Dream looked him over twice, even going so far as to make Hob present himself, ie bending over and spreading himself.

Hob's face is beet red, his face is like a tomato, doesn't understand what the fuss is, he thought Dream might like him like this. But the mounting rage on the Dreamlord's face says otherwise. Dream is livid, and I wonder how he'll punish Hob for this. huehuehuehuehuehuehueheuhehuehue

-Love Yan Anon <3

yeSSSS love that my Hairy Hob propaganda is spreading <3 it's funny bc Hob IS so my type it's almost ridiculous. I think body hair really is A Thing for me (on whatever gender) and I can't explain it BUT. I can attempt to spread the gospel about it heehee.

LOVE the idea of Hob being insecure though omg!!! He's really overthinking everything and he's noticed that Dream is very,,, smooth. He's got the tiniest bit of upper lip stubble but aside from that, he's pretty hairless! And Hob is like, "I'm connecting the dots. He was all weird in 1589, when I had facial hair. Obviously he hates body hair and stuff." And Matthew is probably there like "you haven't connected shit my dude" but Hob is already convinced.

And he's a lil sad because ugh, he has a lot of hair, it's kinda part of him?? Also it takes a long time to shave??? But he'd do anything for Dream so. He spends a good 3 hours meticulously making sure he's smooth, even his butthole doesn't escape, it's a fucking nightmare but. Worth it. For Dream.

And yeah Dream is pissed off, ok. He's finally got Hob naked after 600 fucking years of lustful yearning (including a solid half an hour staring at his chest hair in 1689) and he just doesn't get it. But he's incapable of having a normal conversation about it so he pulls a very squirmy (and slightly itchy, fucking shaving burn??? Oww!!) Hob over his lap and demands an explanation.

Hob is humiliated and embarrassingly turned on about it, and he explains his thought process and Dream is just like. "Oh wow. I'm in love with an idiot." Which is objectively not an ideal moment for a love declaration but does clear up a lot of Hob’s self esteem issues.

But Dream is still committed to punishing his lover for his grave sins against all that lovely sexy body hair. He spends a good hour or two smacking Hob’s poor arse (with particular focus on his hole, which is already stinging sooo badly) and his cock. All his shaving implements are immediately banished too, and it's for Dream to decide when he gets his face shaving privileges back. In fact, maybe Dream decides that Hob needs a little more supervision overall. And maybe Hob is unreasonably turned on by the fact that Dream is in charge of his outfit for each day, and his meals, and most importantly, his bedtime <3

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Addition to the Hairy!Hob campaign. Dream puts him in a cock cage until all his hair is grown back to a respectable length and proceeds to Destroy his sensitive little hole.

I am yelling. Yeah. Yeah.

I’m just thinking of all the ways Dream comes up with to torture Hob until his hair has grown back. Maybe it’s a proper long scene over the course of a week, so Hob has to take time off work and submit for a good portion of each day. Vibrating plug in his poor lil hole. Dream using the paddle on his stinging, sensitive thighs. Nipple clamps. And of course the cock cage. And every day the humiliation as Dream bends him over and inspects him all over. He soon discovers that the hair is growing back thicker and darker and there’s more of it than ever, so by the end of the week Dream is rather pleased.

And of course once Hob is sufficiently punished, it’s time for Dream to appreciate his lover in all his glory. Hair included this time. Hob might need another week off, actually.

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help i love that kind of domestic control kink. if i may present a slightly different version: dream banishes all hob's shaving stuff but hob explains that he actually does need to shave his face (because i feel like going from clean shaven to beardy is an important part of hob's whole "pretending he actually ages" routine). and dream accepts the reasoning but also, that doesn't mean he's letting hob have shaving implements again. so, you know. nothing to do about it. guess dream will just have to come by every morning to shave hob's face!

but in exchange for dream being so accommodating when he'd really rather hob not shave at all, he does also banish hob's wardrobe. so hob wakes up every morning to dream laying out his outfit for the day, and it's not like he'd be inclined to disobey and put on different clothes but it turns out he's... really into the fact that he couldn't if he wanted to. the clothes dream picks out for him are the only ones in his flat, so it's them or nothing.

and because dream's a very sweet master, even if he pretends he isn't, he'll leave a change of clothes waiting for hob when he gets home in the evening. if he's had a long day and he just needs to relax, he'll have the softest, most comfortable pajamas waiting for him. if he's spent the day thinking about dream and he's gotten himself worked up and needy, though? as long as dream knows he'll have time to come attend to his pet, he'll leave some cute lingerie and a nice plug for hob to wear for the evening until dream can get away from his own work.

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H e l p I love this a lot. I’m really just gonna plunge myself into this whole scenario tonight, sorry I don’t make the rules over my horniness.

Hob is just. Confused and horny and having a small mental breakdown about all of this??? About the fact that Dream would willingly take time out of his day to shave him every fucking morning?? Hob’s brain does not compute. He has a little private cry about how loved he feels when Dream cradles his jaw and oh so carefully shaves him with the deadliest straight razor imaginable. Some days when Hob is having a bad time Dream will actually take over washing him entirely, guiding him gently into the shower or running him the best imaginable bath.

Dream catches on to how much Hob loves it and actually needs it. To be loved and cared for and babied, just a bit. So he removes an aspect of choice from Hob’s life, and Hob just. Falls face first into the routine. (He also gets really nice clothes bc Dream is a dramatic fashionista who WILL dress his boyfriend in designer clothes if possible). The outfit is always perfect, because Dream knows exactly what Hob needs for the day ahead. It’s that simple. Everyone at work is wondering where the hell Professor Gadling got a sense of style from until he shows up to a faculty event on Dream’s arm, looking at him like he hung the moon… and they’re all like oooohhhh. That’s His Husband (tm). This makes so much sense now.

This does also mean that there are times when Hob is having a relaxing day at home, and Dream leaves nothing for him to wear except a leather collar and some ruby-red sheer panties. Or in some memorable cases, absolutely nothing at all. And sometimes there are gifts, like an expensive watch or an inflating dildo. Every day is a surprise. There are also rules for Hob to follow (a lot of them involve working on his self esteem and going to bed at a reasonable time). Sometimes there are punishments. But no matter what, every day without fail, Dream shaves his face in the morning.

I just really need Dream to be Hob’s glorified sugar daddy tbh.